#yes it's slushy blue blood but

[lytorika]

ok masterpost for this clown (literally). characters who are fully incomprehensible to anyone looking in from the outside i think

[justasecretflower]

🥀 Meeting Jeff! The killer again after dating him before he was a proxy🤍.

A/N- The long awaited sequel to my. Dating Jeff the killer before he was a proxy. Yes, I am still doing requests, except I’m writing really slow because I’m sick :(.

~fluff.

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- you met him again at a dingy old convenience store while you were out with your friends.

- he didn’t come back from murdering someone, he was just kinda hanging out and getting some junk food and that’s when he saw you, and you saw him.

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One of my friends pushed open the door with an exaggerated heave, laughing with my other three friends. After a long night of bar hopping with my friends f/n suggested that we stock up on gas station junk food then have a movie marathon at their house. Everyone agreed of course, being absolutely wasted and it being a Saturday night.

I walked into the local convenience store. The flickering lights reminded me of a worn down elementary school, the metal shelves top to bottom filled with up with sugary sweet candy to salty and spicy chips. bunch of junk food and a slushy machine was turning and making 3 flavors of slushy. Mindlessly, I walk towards the chips aisle. My shoes lightly tap on the dirty cold floor, crossing my arms to gain warmth in the cool atmosphere while my eyes roll over the options. I hear someone strolling through the aisle with me, instinctively I look over to see..Jeff?

He was looking at me, his head turned and his eyes glittered in such a peculiar way that I had to make sure I was seeing things right. His cheeks were cut, making him have a permanent smile, his black hair now shoulder length and tousled, dirty black converse, and a white hoodie stained with some slightly dried up blood stains. He looks so different, so..not him? Like after he went away he lost all sanity, fell into the depths of a black hole to never return, never find himself again. Nonetheless his eyes were still the same the same ocean blue, the ocean that I fell into and happily let myself drown in, the eyes that looked at me, one day, with a deep affection, with love and care, the eyes that would scan over mine, and without any words create poetry in my soul. My heart squeezed and started thumping hard and fast, like out of instinct to try and reach out for him. Reach out for his touch, his voice, his arms. I couldn’t even get a word out before f/n stuck their head into the chips aisle and asked if I was done in a chipper voice.

I just take a bag of hot fries, eyes still trained on Jeff, and walk away from him, sensing his eyes still burned into my back. Like he was having a hard time taking his gaze away from me out of pure subconscious instinct. I may be reading into it too much.

But it seemed like we both wanted to say something to each other.

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- Jeff would follow you to your friends house that night.

- it took him awhile to muster up the words bubbling in his throat, stalking you and just..standing in front of you all the time.

- eventually he rasped out your name in the most desperate, lost, love-filled tone that made you literally almost fall down to your knees.

- his tone was more so of desperation because of the void left in his heart after he became a killer and you had left his life. He had needed you back, to fill it.

- he tells you what he does now, killing, in a casual manner. But inside? He’s freaking out that you’ll leave him again.

- he can’t let anyone know he’s freaking out though…

- comes through your window to your room all the time?

- dates are just the park at night like when you were kids. Alone in the slide together just talking about random stuff.

- that or you’re having a movie night.

- he doesn’t give physical affection that much. But he likes receiving it.

- he’ll just wait for you to be in the right position for him to lay down his head so you can play with his hair

- calls it “stupid” (he loves it)

- bullies you /srs

- doesn’t introduce you to the other creeps not for your safety but because he’s jealous.

- randomly likes going into the forest just to aggressively push you up to a tree, grip your hair like there’s no tomorrow and kiss you hard.

- then walks away😟

- whenever you say “I love you” he says “you better”

- I don’t think he’s ever actually said “I love you” as an adult to you.

- if you do ever end up visiting the mansion in his room, he’ll push you off him if someone walks in his room.

- scarily overprotective

- he’s such a meanie too.

- he’s overprotective, unstable, and mean.

- if you’re arguing, he’ll punch a wall near you just to scare you.

- I’m sorry I romanticize him a lot you guys need this..

- when he’s gone for missions he doesn’t call or text.

- but when he gets back he’s super clingy even though he denies it.

- yes, he’s toxic. But he’s also just a really really mentally broken man that needs some love here and there.

- he’ll never give you a white picket fence dream. He’ll give you like..random 7-11 runs at 1:30 am, and chug a monster while discussing random stuff

- he doesn’t call you pet names. If he does it’s baby and that’s when he’s being super soft or sarcastic.

- definitely gave you a necklace with his blood in it…

Hope you liked it!!

Working on a bunch of drafts rn✍️

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[comfortabletogether]

I LOVE ETHAN TOO BUT I CAN NEVER FIND CONTENT OF HIM THAT'S NOT FUCKING L*ke so spare hcs????

YES SIR!! I am not a fan of Puke in this household. Even as a stupid little kid I thought that Luke was weird as hell.

Ethan has constant headaches and dizziness due to only having one eye. Typically if not in the middle of planned combat he has a big ass water bottle hooked onto the loops of his jeans.

Chronic blue jean wearer. To the point where most people think that he just doesn’t own a pair of pants that aren’t jeans. On top of that he doesn’t put them in the washer machine but instead he puts them in the freezer for a day or so.

Ethan struggles to fight in dark places. And it’s a severe struggle for him. Because everything is so much darker when you only are using one eye.

He has an unnaturally high metabolism and they don’t feed him exactly enough in the Titan Army. That caused him and Chris to sneak out in the middle of the night to go steal slushies from 7-11’s.

Ethan thinks exclusively in words. I don’t think he is an artistic person either. But he lives off of logic puzzles and if he could he would play the New York Times games every day (wordle, connections, crossword strands, etc).

When he lived in Camp Half Blood he was a quiet kid back then and was rarely acknowledged by those around him. But he would end up hanging out/find himself trailing behind Clairess, Silena, Chris, Charles and Lee.

People (in universe) easily mistake him for being extremely obedient and will always fall into line no matter what. Which is what ended up making him Kronos’ top general. But he does have his own strict sets of morals he has for himself, and one’s that he would never cross.

He works himself up thinking about equality issues and is extremely adamant about them and people respect other’s identities.

Is a cat person and his father always owns four cats at all times. On that topic dad was a lawyer that focused on family and divorce cases.

[dehydrated-turtle]

//warnings// 16+, nsfw, mdni

//contents// Dick Grayson x Reader, trans reader, Dick Grayson smut, period blood, period blood in a kinky way??, trans male reader, period sex

//synopsis// Dick is legit the best boyfriend because he brings you snacks and and offers to help get rid of your cramps - wc: 1.4k

//on ao3//

Dick Grayson is the type of boyfriend to have the urge to help at all times. He needs to know you are ok. He will do anything at all to make sure you are 100% comfortable. If you’re on your period and feeling especially gendered, the world's best boyfriend is on the case. He knows that one of the most efficient ways to get rid of cramps is an orgasm. 

“Hey, honey.” he slowly walks toward you, all cuddled violently into the duvet, “How are you feeling?” With his hand rubbing your back, all he can get out of you is a groan and a little shuffling.

 “I got you a slushie from the corner store and a chocolate bar. Thought you might need a snack.” He places them both on the bedside table and crawls underneath the covers to spoon you. He snakes his arm around your waist and slips his hand under the waistband of your sweats just to hold your swollen stomach and hopefully soothe the cramps. He lightly kisses your exposed neck while gently massaging your tummy. 

“I know what can get rid of these cramps. I did some research.” He whispers into your ear before kissing the skin just below it. 

“Mhm, and what would that be?” 

“An orgasm.” He says, matter-of-factly. 

He reaches his hand down further in your pants, dipping his fingers briefly into the pool of blood that had been collected by the pad in your boxers. He slips his hand back out and licks the remaining blood off his fingers while you stare in awe, now dripping in more ways than one. 

“You gonna let me fuck the pain out of you, Honey?” He sounds so sweet while talking so dirty. His remark renders you speechless. “C’mon, I need you to say yes. Consent is key, my pretty boy.” 

“Yes…” you say, barely even a whisper. 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.” He teased.

“You dick… I said yes.” 

“That’s more like it.” 

He turns you over onto your back and straddles your waist before taking his shirt off and discarding it to the floor beside the bed. You just couldn’t help it but touch his toned abdomen while his arms were lifted, tracing down the sides of his body and to his hips. You note the growing bulge underneath the fabric just above your own pelvis, smiling at how close you are to him. 

He gently brushed his fingers along your jawline to lead your gaze to his own, sparkling blue. He leans down to connect his lips to yours and like magnets they fell perfectly into place. He started to grind into your hips ever so slightly, pulling a quiet moan out of his throat spilling over into your mouth. He lets go of your lips and peppers little kisses down your jaw and to your collarbone before carefully sliding his hand under your shirt. 

“Is it ok if I take this off?” He says, tugging at the hem. 

“Yeah, yeah sure.” You say lifting your torso slightly so he can lift the fabric over your head, revealing your scars. The two of you have been over boundaries and limits regarding your own gender complications but you have always been open to anything. So, Dick knows it's ok to touch your scars, he loves them. He thinks they make you even more manly and “rugged” as he says. 

He kisses his way down to your right pec, taking your nipple into his mouth and making sure to be gentle because god knows they are sensitive . He lightly traces your scars with his thumbs, sending shivers of pleasure and the warmth of reassurance throughout your entire body. A soft whimper escapes your mouth as your hands go to play with Dick’s hair. 

He lifts his head up to look at you, handsome and whimpering for him and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He started to shimmy his way down further and pull at the waistband of your sweats. You lift your hips to allow him to slide them down your thighs along with your boxers. The cold air on your recently very warm folds is almost unwelcome but exciting because you knew what was going to happen next. 

“Oh wow, look at the massacre that went on here. Looks like that scene in the shining with the elevator.” He slips a finger between your lips, pushing it slowly inside as you moan feverishly, not even given a minute to laugh at his joke. He carefully adds another finger and starts to pump, hitting your g-spot everytime. 

“Di–ICK OH FUCK.” You almost screamed as he took your cock into his mouth, sucking and licking wildly. He knows exactly how to please you and executes it perfectly every time. Your hands fly down to meet his hair, pushing him down further which he does not mind. He reaches a hand up to your stomach in an effort to soothe you and your remaining cramps as you relentlessly squeeze his head with your thighs. You could feel the heat bubbling up and ready to spill over at any moment. 

“Oh, Dickie, I-I’m gonna cum!” you whine with your head thrown back against the pillows. He can feel you clench around his fingers as you crash through your climax and your stomach spasm with his other hand still resting on it. He gently and slowly laps at your sensitive cock through your high before finally letting go, your thighs still shaking. 

“Good boy… How are your cramps now?” he says, kissing your stomach where your uterus should be. 

“So much better, you were right.” 

“I’m always right… now, I promised you a good fucking, didn’t I?” 

You chuckle slightly as you watch Dick struggle to pull his pants off, like a true loser. It’s adorable though, after that smug line. He eventually gets them off, revealing his rock hard dick, already dripping with precum. He pumps his length a couple of times as he lines up with your entrance. 

“Are you ready, my pretty boy?” 

“Please…” 

He slides in with monumental ease, making sure to go slowly due to the hyper sensitivity of being on your period and having just cum. He eases into bottoming out, hitting your cervix making you moan, blatantly. He starts his thrusts slowly making sure you enjoy every bit of it with every fiber of your body. 

He held himself up with an arm beside your head which turned you on even more, him being so close yet so far. You could feel the heat coming off of his body and the sweat growing on his back as you trail your hands along it. 

Breathy moans and the gentle slapping of skin fill the room. The smell of sex lingering and will most likely linger for a few more hours afterward. The sharp twang inside of you panging every time Dick made a thrust, eliciting your now elusive climax from your depths. With a few more deep, onslaught movements, your high came crashing down. Inside of your thighs shaking and spasming while Dick fucks up into you, still. He’s so close though, so very close. 

There it is, the white streams, rivers of cum ebbing into you. No worry about protection because there’s no risk with you being on your period (of course please still use protection stds are not a joke kk byee). His dick jerked inside of you, spilling out more cum while he lazily thrusts a few more times, resting his head onto your shoulder. 

“Oh, I feel so much better, Dickie.”

“Glad to hear it…” He pants, out of breath and moaning slightly as he pulls out. “You always feel so good.” 

“Glad to hear it.” you say with a smile and a chuckle from both of you. Dick collapses beside you with a sigh. His leg over yours and grabbing at your hand just to hold it before he sat up slowly and walked to the bathroom to get a damp cloth and clean you up. Gently wiping your folds and inner thighs with the cold fabric. He hands you your boxers back as well as a clean pad. You run to the bathroom to take a piss and apply the new pad then hurry back to bed. 

Cuddling into Dick’s chest, on top of him with your leg over his and taking a deep breath of his scent, charged with sex and lingering pheromones, the best smell in the world. 

[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 1)

Requested by: /

Warnings: None yet.

Not yandere yet, this is a part one.

parts: Part 2 , Part 3

(3rd person POV)

Potions, always goddamm potions.

Yea, you hated the subject with a burning passion, as did many of your peers. Who could blame you when the teacher was such a greasy haired git.

You've had to suffer professor Snape's tyrany since you were eleven. But this, this is the last straw.

"Hello? Earth to who-ever you are. Atleast move."

Some annoying, grating voice whined in your ear.

Draco Malfoy, your potions partner for this year. He didn't seen happy with you either, as you're not one of his pure-blooded slaves.

"..Sorry." You sigh silently, did you want to punch him? Yes, but his dads Lucius Malfoy, so unless you wanted your parents to go bankrupt, you'd shut up.

Malfoy scoffs and pushes you aside so he can reach some random worm like ingredient.

You retreat back to your spot at the cutting board and cut up the root infront of you like the instructions said. As much as you hate the Slytherin you're working with, he knows what he's doing. Probably the only upside of this arrangement: good grades.

"Not that small. Gods you're useless." Malfoy grits his teeth and takes the knife away from you. He reminds you a bit of your friends' mean mother. So controlling and arrogant.

"They're as big as the instructions say." You almost scoff but you keep in a nasty scowl as to not anger mister blondie.

"The instructions are wrong. I've made this potion before, it's better if the roots are in bigger pieces." Malfoy lectures absentmindly and starts anew. At this point you'd just let him do everything since you do it wrong anyways.

But no, he'd tell you off and call you names. So what does he want you to do? You don't know. He doesn't want you to do anything but you also can't do nothing. At this point you should just drink the unfinished potion and see if thats alright for him.

The potions class ticks by incredibly slow. Due to not wanting to piss Malfoy off, you end up being the one who just has to hand him stuff and wash the used lab materials. Utterly boring, but oh well.

You don't think you're going to last a week more with him before you get mad and let loose all the damm insults you've carefully crafted.

But would it be worth it to endure years of bullying just to smack that smug grin off of his face? Yes. Yes it would.

But no! Don't doom yourself now, potions class is only for... Another hour. Okay yea, you're not making it trough this one.

"L/N, spoon." Malfoy orders and holds his pale hand out for a spoon you're supposed to hand him.

"It's next to you." You answer plainly. Not wanting your irritation to show.

"I didn't ask for words, I asked for the spoon." Malfoy snarls, as a 'last warning'.

"It's next to you."

You repeat calmly. This bossy Slytherin turns his head around in such a quick snap you almost feared he'd broken something.

You facial expression remains neutral, while on the inside, you're screaming at yourself to jump out of the window.

"The. Spoon." Malfoy hisses angrilly.

"It's. Next. To. You." You mimick him, done with this absolute shit.

"My father will-"

"Hear about this. We know Malfoy." The dude in the group next to you speaks. Neat, people who're not against you.

Malfoys eye twitches a bit before he glares at you with cold grey eyes.

He finally grabs the spoon himself and stirs the potion at a pace wich, to your knowladge, is way too fast for this potion.

A minute later, you were proven absolutly correct as the dark blue goo explodes and douses you, Malfoy and some neighbouring students under the hot slushie of grossness.

You hear multiple sounds of distaste around you, tough your vision is mostly obscured by the goo you refuse to let enter you eyes.

"Who did this?!" You hear a loud and angry voice... and theres the worst part of the day, Snape's wrath.

"Malfoy did!" Some brave student pipes up. Poor soul, thats the last you'd ever hear of her this class.

The blonde lets out an audible snarl of rage as he's tattletailed on. Hopefully he also has goo in his eyes, so that he won't be able to see who snitched.

"Malfoy, five points from Slytherin." Snape ends this quickly and sends all the damaged students off to the closest lavatorys to wash up.

You walk half blindly trough the hallways in search of a lavatory. A hand on the top of your back seems to be leading you, you haven't a clue who it is but you mumble a quick 'thank you'.

You reach a lavatory with the help of the mystery person and wash up. Tough when you're done washing the gunk out of your face alone, they're already gone... a shame.

As such, weeks go by of Hogwarts lessons. Malfoy's still a bitch, but that was expected, atleast it's only in potions class...

So it is to your dear surprise when the blonde himself comes up to you in the hall.

"L/N. When do you want to make that potions paper? I don't like making things last minute." Draco scoffs as he stands before you with his arms crossed.

You didn't have a problem with making things last minute. But bratty mac brat face did, ofcourse.

"I'm free now, if thats fine." You sigh and get mentally ready for this study session if he said yes.

"Great. Library." Draco organizes chastely and walks past you towards the library. Unfortunatly, trough a less popular part of the. Now, if he were to stick a wand up your nose you'd have no witnesses...

Tough, all goes well, Draco seems to actually just want to get this done. So you two silently walk to the slightly dark hallway.

You hear him sigh as you two walk, you're a bit on edge, yes. You've heard about Malfoy's urges to hex people.

Nothing happens... he just keeps walking.

That is untill you hear a creak from up above and a nasty metal sound.

You body reacted before you even knew.

You jumped at Draco like some kind of tiger and rolled onto the floor with him as the chandelier you two were under had crashed where he had just stood.

You blink rapidly to get the dust out of your eyes and stare at what could have been both of your dooms.

Draco coughs up some dust and focusses his gaze onto the chandelier just before he was about to insult you for pushing him.

"Did you do that-" You two asked in sinc.

Draco sighs as he realizes you have no clue either.

You get up and pull the blonde up with you. A lame 'thanks' comes out of his mouth as a mumble.

"So... You know, like who did that?" You look on at the chandelier in shock, your life had just flashed before your eyes.

"Maybe it was a coincidence?" Draco suggests. You side glare at him.

"Obviously not. Everyone hates you, someone must have tried killing you." You sneer now, realising you just risked your life to save him.

"Hate me? I'm the most popular boy in this school- outside of Potter- But my word still stands!" Draco protests. Glaring at you with cold grey eyes.

"You're a loud mouthed, insulting git. But sure, if thats how you wanna be know, do continue." You furrow your brows.

"Excuse me?! You could be a bit nicer after saving my life-" Draco stops mid sentance as he realises it himself.

"You... saved my life? Why?" Draco's voice gets quiter.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just did." You shrug, not wanting to make as big of a deal of it as it truly was.

"... Thank you. Y/N." Draco speaks, full on eye contact.

You've never heard him say your name... first name at that, in such a.. non mocking manner.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrasment.

"No problem... Let's go report this to a trusted adult." You brush off and start walking.

"Trusted adult? Really?" Draco snickers in amusement at your words and behavior. It's like your little life saving action opened his eyes.

You weren't incompetent anymore. No longer an annoyance. You were just.. Y/N L/N.

"Well I can't say teacher, theres a lot of teachers I ouldn't even trust to hold my pen." You scoff. Draco perks up in curiosity and walks next to you.

"Spill." He muses simply. Looking at you from the side.

"Obviously Filch. Snape, just because he seems to hate me. Umbridge, it explains itself. Dumbledore, don't ask, its a personal grudge." You roll your eyes and Draco nods, amused.

"Fair enough. So who are we telling?" He asks you as you two walk down the halls. Now on edge as the one trying to murder you both may be around.

"Uh... How about McGonnagall? Or maybe Sprout. I'm sure they'll care." You answer and keep walking. Draco nods along. Wow, this is the first time you two must have agreed on something.

You two end up finding proffesor Sprout's office first. Draco takes the lead in explaining the events and your houses both get five points... for not dying you suppose. Or maybe not being as stupid as Harry Potter and his squad and actually telling a teacher whats going on.

As you'd expected, the woman instructed you two to go to your dorms for the night, dinner would be in seperate houses as the school would be inspecting for the evening.

You and Draco parted ways, tough you could see the reluctance in the blonde's eyes as you were about to walk away.

So with a deep sigh you walked him to the Slytherin dungeons entrance and walked back on your own from there.

This one shot was way too long for me to finish in one writing session, so it's getting split. Woops.

[mossy-paws]

Phigting headcanon ask!

What do think are the phighters fav drink? :D

YES YES YWA YES YES!!!! I LOVE ASKS LIKE THESE LETS GOOOOOOO!!!! IM SO SORRU IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO THIS BUT!! LET ME JUST COMPILE ALL OF THEM REALLY QUICK!

Sword, ice water with lemon. I actually headcanon he’s allergic to caffeine (because anything with caffeine will make birds very sick)

Rocket, sprite or blue Fanta

Subspace can’t drink due to his rot, he probably eats electrolyte packages lmfao

Medkit is addicted to black coffee

shuriken loves green tea/matcha

vinestaff likes sakura tea or cherry ramune

Icedagger likes söderblandning and Julmust especially

Scythe likes vinegar, straight vinegar. (And sometimes a key lime martini on the side)

Broker, once more, likes whatever is illegal.

Skateboard likes coca cola

slingshot likes milk because cat

boombox likes ginger ale (the bottle is green okay I couldn’t think of anything better)

Banhammer likes his mamas smoothies

Zuka likes those gas station slushies, blue raspberry mixed with Coke is probably his faborite

Hyperlaser likes beer or any sort of alcohol (duh)

Katana likes Baekseju

Valk like champagne

Dom likes red wine, but only the most expensive kinds

Voidstar likes the blood of her victims

Windforce likes protein shakes

Firebrand adores root beer floats, he also likes to make them with Dom and valk! His favorite is probably just with vanilla ice cream

Ghostwalker doesn’t drink but if he would it would be watered down cremated ashes

Illumina likes communion wine and holy water

ghostdeeri can’t drink liquids since it would extinguish her flame lmao

Darkheart likes chemical waste

Venomshank likes French Bloom Le Rosé

Coil likes monster energy drinks

Lord PWNATIOUS only likes the most expensive kinds of alcoholic drinks on the market

traffic likes gutter rain water /afF

okay so that’s all of them! Enjoy these I love getting to talk about stuff like this ;3

[imdonewiththisblogsblog]

Sonic: I started school with straight A’s. Now I’m not even straight.

Sonic: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Nine: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

Nine: When do I get my own gun?

Rouge : I wouldn’t trust you with my kid’s lightsaber.

Nine: I know what you're up to.

Sonic: Really? Because I barely know.

Nine: Did you take out Sonic as I requested?

Shadow : Sonic has been taken out, yes.

Nine: You have my grat-

Shadow : It was a great restaurant.

Shadow : We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Shadow : Sonic proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

Nine: Hey besties-

Shadow : Die.

Nine: What did I do to you-

Sonic: *coughs blood*

Amy: Don't die, Sonic!

Sonic: Don't tell me what to do!

Dr.Egg-man, drowning: Help!

Nine: Don't worry, I heard cowards float.

Metal: Man, they look like a real handful. How do you deal with them?

Amy, watching Sonic screaming, Knuckles trying to set a sleeping Shadow on fire, and Tails choking on air: I don't know either.

Sonic: Shadow , we're hungry!

Amy: Shadow ! What's for dinner?

Dr.Egg-man: We're hungry, Shadow !

Shadow , frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*

Shadow : Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.

Rouge : I’m this close to falling in love with Knuckles .

Dr.Egg-man: Your fingertips are touching.

Rouge : Exactly.

Metal: Why are your tongues purple?

Rouge : We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Knuckles : I had a red one.

Metal: oh.

Metal:

Metal: OH.

Sonic:

Sonic: You drank eachothers slushies?

Metal: Nothing feels better than winning Monopoly. Not love, not sex, not free pizza, nothing!

Shadow : I’m sorry, have you tried pizza?

Metal: Yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate.

Dr.Egg-man: I like you.

Shadow : Have I ever told you that you cook well?

Sonic: Awww, no, you haven't!

Shadow : So why do you keep cooking?

Amy, teaching Knuckles to drive: Okay Knuckles , what does a green light mean?

Knuckles : Go!

Amy: A red light?

Knuckles : Stop!

Amy: And what about a yellow light?

Knuckles : If you floor it, you can make it!

Amy: …No—

[winterstorm032802]

Callum: Can you cut me some slack, Rayla? I’m sort of in love.

Rayla: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Callum: I’m in love with you.

Rayla: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

~

Callum: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness-

Rayla: Hi.

Callum: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

~

Callum: I’m this close to falling in love with Rayla.

Soren: Your fingertips are touching.

Callum: Exactly.

~

Callum: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Rayla: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Callum: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Rayla: Is it working?

~

Soren: Why are your tongues purple?

Callum: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Rayla: I had a red one.

Soren: oh.

Soren:

Soren: OH.

Ezran:

Ezran: You drank eachothers slushies?

~

Ezran: Hey Callum, can I get some icecream?

Callum: Only a spoonful!

Ezran: *Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.*

~

Claudia, writing in her diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

~

*playing twister*

Soren: Right hand red.

Rayla: *ends up on top of Callum*

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

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

~

Callum: If I say I love you, will you say it back?

Rayla: Yes.

Callum: I love you.

Rayla: It back.

*Later*

Ezran: Why is Callum crying face-down on the floor?

~

Callum: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Rayla: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Callum: ...

Callum: You mean ring bearER, right?

Rayla: ...

Callum: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

~

Rayla: So, what's for dinner?

Callum, staring at the food he burnt: Regret.

~

Callum: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Soren: Did Rayla say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Callum: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

[russilton]

5 Drinks to Get to Know Me

Tagged by @formationlaps , thanks Ally!

Apple juice - I don’t drink Carbonated drinks, nor do I drink alcohol, and I don’t generally love most heated drinks, so I usually end up with apple juice at any party, restaurant or bar. At my freshers drink and draw I used my free drink coupon for an entire pint of apple juice I sipped like a beer through the evening, and I’ll never forget the bartenders face when I asked for it. Yeah I could get water but spring water makes me feel sort of sick. I blame the hard water I grew up with turning my blood to limestone.

Iced Caramel Latte/Caramel Coffee Frappe - my go to coffee order, really any sweet iced coffee works but caramel is my favourite. I will order iced drinks in the summer, and the winter, the rain or the sun. I haven’t drunk hot coffee in years and I don’t really miss it, it needed far too much sugar to make it palatable and while I prefer a sweet iced coffee, I don’t need as much. I’m also just, always hot, always. If I’m cold something is wrong, and so you will catch me with a massive iced coffee at any time I can afford to have one.

Innocent’s ‘bolt from the blue’ - it’s such a weird drink but if I’m getting a meal deal I always grab one because they’re so good, it’s also violently blue. I’m under no false assumption that it’s as good for you as the adverts are trying to make you believe it is, but it’s tart and fresh and come on- it’s blue! I love blue, and it sates my desire for blue raspberry slushies because those sure are worse for me.

Milk - Yes, straight milk, particularly whole milk. Fuck you it is good. My bones are strong and I’m autistic I only have like 7 drinks at all just let me have this. I am also brothering in powdered milkshake drinks, of the nesquik variety. I honestly prefer it to milkshakes made with icecream (though those are awesome). Also alpro soy chocolate milk, which is soy not milk sure but it’s pretending it’s milk and it’s awesome.

Canned coffee - it’s convenient, it’s cold, it’s almost always presweetned. Canned or bottled or boxed coffee, it’s all good. I try to grab them whenever I’m in a store bc it’s just my happy drink, and if I’m going to travel in the early morning I like having one with me. Skinny, mocha, latte, macchiato, cappuccino, caramel, oat milk, almond milk, I’ve not found a canned coffee I didn’t like. I try to steer to glass or canned for single use recyclable reasons. When I figure out how to make coffee at home that tastes as nice as the pre-made stuff, I will, but I’m terrible at making coffee.

Tagging: @thatsmemate @hamiltvn @ilikecarsandlike4people @hendrikjohannesnicasius @robholdingprotocol

[bittersweet--chaos]

@dolls-horde @dolls-circus I’m done :3

Leto: Is something burning?

Doll: Just my love for you.

Leto: Doll, the toaster is on fire.

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Leto: How do I deal with my enemies

Doll: Kill them

Leto: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Doll: Kill them only a little?

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Doll: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Leto: ... N-No...

Leto, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Doll, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Cam: I see a-

Leto, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Doll: Oh, well I-

Leto: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Leto, amazed: Its got a bake setting

Neph: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Pathos: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Leto: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Leto: I am someone who owns four ovens...

Leto, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Leto: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Zethus JR., pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
Leto:

Doll: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Leto:

Leto, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

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'Can I copy the homework?' 
Leto: I can help you with it!

Neph: Yeah, sure.

Pathos: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Cam: lol nope.

Zethus JR.: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Doll: *Read 5:55pm*

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Cam : You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Neph: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Pathos : But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Zethus JR.:Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

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Cam : You know those things will kill you, right?

Neph, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Pathos , smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Zethus JR.: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

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Doll: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Leto: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Dante: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Zethus SR.: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Dante: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Zethus: Why are your tongues purple

Doll: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Leto: I had a red one.

Zethus SR: oh

Zethus SR:

Zethus SR: OH

Dante:

Dante: You drank each other's slushie?

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Leto: Have you seen a person named 'Doll' around here?

Dante: Ugh, yes. They made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Zethus SR.: It looks fine to me?

Leto: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Dante: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Doll: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Leto: I got distracted about halfway through.

Zethus SR.: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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Doll, about Leto: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Dante: Are we stealing them?

Zethus SR.: New or used?

Leto: Wonderful responses, both of you.

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Zethus SR: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Doll: We got spring water

Zethus SR: NO.

Dante: with EXTRA minerals

Doll: it's like licking a stalagmite

Zethus SR: DON'T COME HOME.

Dante: Mmmmm cave water

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Doll: Dante and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Zethus SR: *Sighing* What did Doll do?

Doll: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Dante: Who wants a steering wheel?

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Dante: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Zethus SR: You’re a hazard to society

Doll: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

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Zethus SR: What time is it?

Doll: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out

Doll: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

Dante: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

Doll: It’s 2 am

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Leto: Doll, keep an eye on Dante today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Doll: Sure, I’d love to see Dante get punched.
Leto: Try again.

Doll, sighing: I will stop Dante from getting punched.

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Leto: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Dante: You were flirting with Doll.

Leto: So what? She’s my wife.

Dante: You asked them if they were single.

Leto:

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

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Doll: Leto and I don’t use pet names.

Dante: I see. Hey, what do bees make

Doll: Honey?

Leto: Yes, dear?

Doll:

Dante: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Dante: Hey, Doll? Can I get some dating advice?

Doll: Just because I’m with Leto doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

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Zethus JR: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Kore: Pathos, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass.

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Pathos: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Zethus JR: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

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Pathos: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Zethus JR: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky they will be removed indefinitely from my life

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Bambi, tending to Pathos’ wounds: How would you rate your pain?

Pathos: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Leto: How many kids do you have?

Doll: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Kore: Zethus and I have the kind of easy chemistry where we finish each other's-

Zethus JR: Sentences.

Kore: Don't interrupt me.

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Kore: So what’s for dinner?

Zethus JR, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

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Bambi: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Pathos: Killed without hesitation.

Bambi: No.

[just-jordie-things]

A Lover And A Fighter - Richie Tozier

word count: 3122 warnings: swearing, sight sexual harassment summary: Richie promised (y/n) that he wouldn’t get into fights anymore, but sometimes he just can’t help himself.  Especially when it comes to protecting her.

___

It was an understatement to say that Richie was protective of you.  The boy was downright insane about it.  Everyone in Derry knew not to fuck with (y/n), not unless they wanted Richie Tozier tracking them down and beating them half to death.

You’d given him a talk numerous times.  But not once did they work, it always went in one ear and out the other..

He’d beaten up three ex boyfriends, a couple guys that looked at you the wrong way, and Greta Keene.  He was proud of that amount.

But he’d promised that he would try his best not to act out on your behalf anymore.  And you made him pinky promise.  That’s a big deal.  And he didn’t want to break your trust or your promise.

However… once he walked past Henry Bowers and his dumbass friends, and heard your name being mentioned, he couldn’t stop himself from getting involved.

“What was that?” He spoke before he could think things through.

The boys turned to him, each bearing a scowl that wasn’t out of character.

“I said, (y/n’s) not fucking worth it,” Henry practically growled out.  “Now why don’t you fuck off, Tozier?”

“Your damn fucking right it’s not worth it,” Richie spat back, turning away, doing the right thing.  “I’d break your goddamn nose” He muttered under his breath.

“It’s not worth it to try and get in her pants,” Henry called out before Richie could walk far enough away.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Cause she’s such a slut anyways, it’s not a real victory to fuck-”

Richie had never whipped around so fast.  And with the punch he delivered went all common sense, and all the promises and reassurances he’d given you to prove he was going to ‘mature’ as you’d begged him to do. ___

“Hey, Richie,” You held your phone between your ear and shoulder as you painted your toes.  “This is like, my fifth message… so… call me back, I guess.  Okay, bye”

You sighed as you set the phone back on it’s holster.  Richie wasn’t the type of guy to stand you up, especially on taco tuesday.  And even if something came up, he always always, called.  But now he couldn’t even bother to return one of your calls, leaving you to assume that he was upset with you for some reason, and therefore ignoring you.

You weren’t sure what you did, and at this point, you also weren’t sure that he was going to tell you either.

When Richie didn’t want to talk to someone, he was the damn best at avoiding them.

But he’d never given you the cold shoulder.  And there was a time that you’d thought he never would.  Richie was your best friend, you trusted and confided in him more than anyone else, even the other Losers.  And in the last seven years of being his best friend, he’d never treated you this way.  In fact, he always treated you amazingly, like a princess, it was very surprising actually, the way he cared about you.

It was that care that always led him to picking fights where he shouldn’t be, though.  It started with your ex boyfriend.  He broke up with you once a ‘better, prettier’ girl showed interest (his words), and the next thing you knew, Richie was throwing him against the lockers.

When your next boyfriend straight up cheated on you, Richie took care of him too.

He broke the third one’s nose.

And then there was the Greta Keene incident… Beverly may have let it slip that Greta had been writing nasty rumors about you in the girls bathrooms.  And Richie declared that he didn’t have a problem beating up a girl if it was justified (and if that girl had man arms).  That was when you drew the line, and made Richie swear to try and control his anger.  And he pinkie promised to work on it, and that he wouldn’t get into any more fights over you.

You weren’t sure why he got so enraged over these things.  It was just drama, and you found it pointless that he tried to bring you justice, since he was so reckless about it.

It was getting late, and you knew that Richie wasn’t going to return your calls.  So you finished painting your toenails blue, and decided to spend the night in your room, reading, alone.

Even though you should have been eating a bunch of tacos and gossiping with Richie.

Just as you got situated in bed, and had turned off the overhead light in exchange for the soft glow of your lamp on the bedside table, there was a knock on the window.

When you glanced over, you could tell it was Richie by his silhouette, and you frowned slightly.

Nonetheless, you got up and unlocked the window, before sliding it open.

“Where the hell have you been?” You asked.

He could tell that you couldn’t see his face very well.

“Busy, you gonna let me in?” He grinned.

“Richie, it’s-” You glanced over your shoulder to the alarm clock on your table, before glaring back at him.  “-midnight.  Are you kidding me? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? (y/n/n), no-”

“Then how come you were dodging all my calls? And you’re seven hours late?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest..

Richie crawled in through the window, even though you hadn’t invited him in yet.  But he figured it was only a matter of time before you cave anyways.

Your distressed face disappeared as you caught sight of him now that he was in the light.  His left eye was bruising, and so was his right cheekbone.  Along with a split lip and a bloody nose, it was clear what had happened.

“Oh, Richie…” You mumbled, hand reaching up to cover your mouth as your eyes widened at the sight of him.  “Tell me you didn’t-”

“Look it’s not what you think-” Richie tried to protest.

“Don’t give me that shit”

He knew he fucked up, because you weren’t yelling.  Your voice was soft, and low.  You were heartbroken.

He stared down at the ground, too anxious to look at you anymore.  Not when you looked so disappointed in him.  

“You promised- you-you pinky promised me-”

“I know-! I know and I’m sorry, really, I’m really fucking sorry” He told you, desperately hoping that you’d forgive him.

You shook your head at him, and gestured for him to sit before you left the room.  Richie was the most frustratingly complicated person that you knew, and it drove you insane.  Why he couldn’t just walk away and not beat the shit out of people… you weren’t sure.  But it really hurt you that he didn’t even seem to try, and he broke his promise.

Richie was sitting on the side of your bed when you came back into the room.  He chuckled as he eyed the first aid kit in your hands, the same one that you’ve used the last four or five times you dealt with the aftermath of his episodes of rages.

“You don’t have t-”

“Yes I do” You cut him off and unpacked what you’d need.

You were upset, you were fuming, actually.  It angered you that Richie broke his promise, not even a month after making it.  That promise was important to you, because he was important to you.  And now here he was, waiting to be fixed up by you once again after he so stupidly, so recklessly got himself beaten to a pulp.

But no matter how angry you were, you remained silent.  Dabbing at the excess blood under his nose, which at least wasn’t bleeding anymore.  And when you were finished with his cheek, you moved on to rubbing cream over the bruise on his cheek.  Richie’s eyes fell shut as he sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool lotion, and your gentle fingers.

He knew your silence wasn’t a good thing.  In fact, it was the worst thing.  It meant he messed up beyond redemption.  And he’d never fucked up that bad before.  Sure, he’d pissed you off and frustrated you on the daily, but that was just the hallmark of his friendship, and it was never anything serious.  Just when he dragged you out in the middle of the night for slushies, or got you in trouble in class because he was running his mouth.  He’d never made you this genuinely upset before.

“(y/n)-”

“Save it” You muttered before he could even start with the apologies.

That was another hallmark of his friendship.  You knew what came next.  The apologies, the excuses, the begging for your forgiveness, followed by a playful ‘you know you love me, you need me’ and puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t refuse.  Except tonight, you might just be able to.

He took you by surprise when he didn’t protest, and snapped his mouth shut.  Your eyes met his for a moment, before you started applying a smaller amount of lotion on the bruise surrounding his eye.  It was going to look a lot worse in the morning, but this would help with the pain now.

You hated that your heart ached for him right now.  You hated that you wanted to cry and hold him and make him feel better.  Because you were so fucking mad-

“I don’t understand,” The words suddenly spilled out of your mouth, as if your mind just couldn’t take them swimming around in your head anymore.  “I just- I- I don’t fucking get it”

He nodded, ducking his head down, only for you to lift it back up by his chin and continue with the lotion.

“I care about you, dumbass, and all I asked, which I thought was simple, all I asked was for you to stop with the fighting-”

“I know” He mumbled back.

You stared at him skeptically, wondering if he really did know, or if he’d show up again in a few weeks with the same battered face and guilty look in his eyes.  Richie didn’t look back at you.  He couldn’t.

“Who?” You asked, trying to soften your voice so he wouldn’t whither away from you like he was doing right now.

“You’re not gonna like it” Richie answered, fingers pinching at your bedsheets in an attempt to distract himself.  From the pain that burned across his whole face, or from the intensity in your eyes, he wasn’t sure, but he needed the distraction.

He hadn’t had a smoke in months, but it sounded pretty damn good right now.

“Well, newsflash, I don’t like any of this,” You told him.  “But I think I deserve to at least know what happened”

Of course you do, Richie hung his head in his hands.  You deserve so, so much better.

You watched as he rubbed his palms over his eyes, and it took everything in your power not to take his hands and hold them in yours, to tell him it was okay and you forgave him.

“Bowers”

He muttered the single word without even looking at you.  But he didn’t have to look at you to know exactly what you looked like in that moment.  You probably had a dropped jaw and furrowed brows.  Disappointment, disgust, anger, all displayed in one heartbreaking look.

“Richie…” You murmured without meaning to.  “Why? Why would you-”

“I had to, okay?” He shot up suddenly.  “I know that you hate it, and as soon as I swung I- I knew I fucked up, but I had to”

You wanted to argue it, argue that there’s always another option, that he can always walk away.  But you bit your tongue.  Something about the way he spoke told you that there was more to this than his stupidity.

“I’m sorry, (y/n/n), I am.  But I… I don’t regret it”

Your heart sunk all the way down to your stomach.  Richie had such a toll on your emotions and he didn’t even know it.

“Tell me what happened” You said quietly, and shifted closer to him.

You wanted him to know he had your undivided attention, and that he should have the chance to at least explain what happened.  You pulled your leg up to rest on the mattress, and turned your body to face him.

Richie looked at you before looking back down at his hand, which was now fisted in your blankets.

“Richie,” You hummed, brows furrowing as you saw how reluctant he was to opening up.  “Tell me” The words were so soft, it was almost inaudible.

You wondered what Henry could have done that Richie didn’t want to tell you about.  He must have really outdone himself.

“He was just talking shit-”

“Richie,” You cut off his bullshit before he could even start.  “Come on, the truth”  

“It’s not-”

“I deserve to know, Tozier! Whatever it is, I don’t care, okay? Just tell me-”

“He said you weren’t worth sleeping with!”

Just like that, you’d gotten him to snap.

And you shut up instantly, shocked by the outburst.  His words processed slowly in your head.

“He said it wasn’t worth trying because you’re- because you’re a slut, and it wasn’t fucking true!” Richie continued to yell.  Not at you, he just couldn’t contain his own anger anymore.

And you thought you were pissed.

“Motherfucker had your name in his nasty fucking mouth and he was telling his buddies fucking lies and I couldn’t- fuck I couldn’t walk away.  I should’ve fucking killed him”

You were staring at him, speechless.  You should’ve known it was about you, Richie was always so fiercely protective of you.  And Henry’s wouldn’t be the first nose that he’d broken protecting you.  But this wasn’t like before.  He’d beaten on your ex boyfriends after they broke your heart.  Henry hadn’t said or done anything to you, he was just doing what boys do.  (Make shit up because they think it makes them impressive when really they’re even shittier than they look)

“I didn’t mean to break your promise,” Richie huffed.  His face was slightly flushed after his mini tantrum.  His hands grabbed both of yours, holding them close to him.  “I’m so sorry I put you through this again”

You were still silent, but he knew this wasn’t a bad silence.  You were still processing, still trying to figure out how to forgive him while making sure this was the last time he crawls through your window looking like this.

“I hope you know that it came from a place of- of caring about you,” He added.  “Caring about you too much, I guess” He mumbled as an afterthought.

Your stupid lovesick heart skipped a beat at the sweet words.  Richie wasn’t one for words, at all, but he somehow managed to say the most loving things without even realizing it.

“I can’t promise it won’t happen again, that much is clear.  And if Bowers says one more goddamn thing about your ass I’ll fucking string him up- I will- but I can promise I’ll try, okay? I will, I’ll really try”

He squeezed your hands a little bit, hoping you believed him, hoping you trusted him.

Your eyes flickered between his for a moment, and you could see in them that he was being sincere, and that he was broken up over hurting you.

“You…” He started to speak, but trailed off unsurely.  “You deserve better” He finished.

His eyes flickered to yours for a brief moment, before he turned away.

You shake your head, before you let go of one of his hands, and took his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning him to look back at you.

“(y/n/n)-”

You cut him off when you leaned in and gently kissed him, trying to be mindful of his split lip.

Richie’s eyes remained focused on your closed ones, too stunned to close them, or really kiss her back.

He wanted to kick himself when you pulled away.  He managed to miss his fucking chance because he was too slow to do anything about it.

Your eyes fluttered open in such a beautiful way Richie swore you were holding his heart in your perfect little hands.

His brows were furrowed like you’d confused him, and you absolutely had.  He hadn’t expected you to kiss him.

“Why’d you do that?” He asked breathlessly, and your cheeks burned pink.

Your shoulders raised a bit in a shrug, and you had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“I just… wanted to” You whispered.

A smile twitched on the corner of Richie’s lips before his hand cupped your cheek, and he pulled you in again, so he could kiss you right this time.

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than he’d imagined they’d be.  And he’d imagined countless times what they’d feel like.  Daydreaming in class, before he fell asleep, and being right by your side for the last seven years.

Kissing you was bliss.

He did it again, taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you impossibly closer.  He could feel your lips smiling against his own, and once again, his heart was beating out of his chest trying to get to yours.

“I’m in love with you, (y/n/n)” He murmured when you parted, and you laughed softly.

“That makes sense,” You replied, reaching a hand up to play with the curls on the back of his neck.  “And… I love you too”

Richie gave you a sunshine smile, which you couldn’t help but return.

“I’m still upset, by the way,” You told him, still playing with the curls.  “But only cause I’m tired of seeing you covered in bruises, okay?”

He nodded, and you leaned your cheek further against the palm of his hand.

“I promise to try” He said, and then raised his pinky.

You looked from his hand and then back to him, a slight glare in your eyes.

“Come on, just do it,” He urged, you rolled your eyes, but he was persistent.  “Just link fuckin’ pinkies with me”

With a giggle you hooked your pinky with his, and held it for a moment.

“You want to go get tacos now?” He asked, and you grinned, nodding your head.

“You read my mind” You answered, and followed him back out the window.

It dawned on you that Richie was both your lover and your fighter.  And he held those titles proudly.

As he took your hand and walked alongside you down the street, he decided there were no other title he’d want to be labeled, besides yours. ___

taglist: @thegr8kush​

xoxo ~ jordie

[eternalowl]

Eternals incorrect quotes

Ikaris: Can I bother you for a second?

Thena: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Ikaris: That's greatly offensive to my people.

Phastos: College dropouts?

Thena: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

Sprite: But we lost Ikaris.

Thena: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

Sersi: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops!

Ajak: *loads shotgun* I got this.

Sersi: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you meaN-

Phastos: And here we see Sersi and Dane in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh.

Sersi: Gaelic bread.

Dane: Grueling brad.

Sersi: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Kingo: I would do anything for money.

*later*

Kingo, covered in blood: THE STATEMENT STILL STANDS!

Ajak: I want a trip down memory lane.

Sersi: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book she has and sets them in Ajak’s lap*

Sersi: I heard you needed these?

Ajak: YES! ALL OF THEM!

Kingo: Sersi is restricted to decaf for the rest of this adventure.

Ajak: Sersi is late again.

Phastos: How did this happen? I called her at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Makkari: I printed up a fake schedule for her saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Gilgamesh: I set her clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Ajak: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Sersi bursts through the door*

Sersi: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Thena: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you.

Ikaris: Aww, thanks—

Thena: Which is why I’m glad we can’t reproduce.

(THENA O U C H)

Sersi: Hey, Druig, are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

Druig: Yeah.

Sersi: And you, Makkari?

Makkari: Umm... yes?

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

Druig: Did she just-

Sersi: Why are your tongues purple?

Druig: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Makkari: I had a red one.

Sersi: oh.

Sersi:

Sersi: OH.

Kingo:

Kingo: You drank eachothers slushies?

Thena: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

Thena: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Gilgamesh: I wrote you a poem

Thena, already crying: You did?

Thena, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Gilgamesh, pulling out an Uno card: +4.

Sersi, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Ajak, trembling: What are we playing?!

[pandagyaru]

Incorrect quotes bugsnax edition

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Rinn: *Gets down on one knee*

Floofty: Oh my god, it’s finally happening.

Rinn: *Falls over*

Floofty: The poison is kicking in.

_

Rinn: Stop buying plastic skeletons for Halloween! It's terrible for the environment!

Floofty: Yeah! Locally sourced, all natural skeletons are much more environmentally friendly!

_

Rinn, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Floofty, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Triffany: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Rinn: playing systemic oppression

_

Rinn: What do you think Floofty will do for a distraction?

Triffany: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Triffany: ... or they could do that.

_

*Rinn is cooking*

Floofty: Any chance that’s for me?

Rinn: It’s for Wambus. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Triffany: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

_

Rinn: Have you seen a person named 'Floofty' around here?

Snorpy: Ugh, yes. They made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Chandlo: It looks fine to me?

Snorpy: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

_

Rinn: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Floofty: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Snorpy: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!!

Chandlo: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting.

Rinn: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands

_

Rinn: Why are your tongues purple?

Snorpy: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Chandlo: I had a red one.

Rinn: oh

Rinn:

Rinn: OH

Floofty:

Floofty: You drank each other's slushies?

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Ending off on a gay note

[yoshi-self-ships]

Shuichi: Tell Kokichi about the bees.

Kiibo: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.

Shuichi: I really like this whole 'good guy, bad guy' thing you guys have going on.

Kokichi: It's not an act, it's just that I'm mean and Kiibo isn't.

Kokichi: *Screams*

Kaito: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Kiibo: Should we do something?

Shuichi: No, I want to see who wins.

Kokichi: I just ended a four year relationship.

Kiibo: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Kokichi: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Shuichi and Kaito fighting from across the room*

Kaito: Why are your tongues purple?

Shuichi: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Kokichi: I had a red one.

Kaito: oh

Kaito:

Kaito: OH

Kiibo:

Kiibo: You drank each other's slushies?

Shuichi, Kokichi, and Kiibo are sitting on a bench

Kaito: Why do you guys look so sad?

Shuichi: Sit down with us so we can tell you.

*Kaito sits down*

Kokichi: The bench is freshly painted.

Shuichi: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Kokichi: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Shuichi: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING KIIBO WITH ME

Kaito, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Kokichi: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Kaito: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Shuichi: I got distracted about halfway through.

Kiibo: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Kiibo: Shuichi, I'm sad.

Shuichi: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Kokichi: Kaito, I'm sad.

Kaito, nodding: mood.

Shuichi, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Kokichi, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Kiibo, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Kaito, trembling: What are we playing

Shuichi: Listen, I can explain...

Kokichi: You’re making $500,000 and you’re only gonna pay me $30,000?

Kiibo: You’re getting 30 grand? I’m getting $1,000!

Kaito: You guys are getting paid?

Kokichi: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Kiibo: What?

Shuichi: That you're a child.

Kaito: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

Shuichi: Have you seen a person named 'Kokichi' around here?

Kiibo: Ugh, yes. They made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Kaito: It looks fine to me?

Kiibo: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

Shuichi: There is no future. there is no past. do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.

Kokichi:

Kiibo:

Kaito:

Everyone Else At Shuichi’s Surprise Birthday Party:

Kokichi: All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Shuichi: I think we're missing something.

Kokichi: Teamwork?

Kiibo: Cohesion?

Kaito: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Kokichi: Why are Shuichi and Kiibo sitting with their backs to each other?

Kaito: They had a fight.

Kokichi: Then why are they holding hands?

Kaito: They get sad when they fight.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Kokichi: Shit.

Shuichi: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Kiibo: OH MY GOD KAITO FELL OFF!!!

Kokichi: *Gently taps table*

Kiibo: *Taps back*

Kaito: What are they doing?

Shuichi: Morse code.

Kokichi: *Aggressively taps table*

Kiibo: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Shuichi: Dammit, Kokichi!

Kokichi: What?! It wasn’t me!

Shuichi: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Kaito!

Kaito: Not me either.

Shuichi: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Kiibo: *whistles*

Kaito: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Kaito and Kokichi, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Shuichi: Our turn, Kiibo! One, two, three- vanilla!

Kiibo, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

(Part 2, part 3, part 4)

[screensirenfic]

A Curse In Your Name - Chapter 10 - Possesion

“What the hell was that?!”

She exclaimed, confused and almost horrified by the ease in which Satoru had dealt with a Grade 2 Curse.

“A Snoot Boop…”

Satoru gave her a half shrug, that crooked little smile never leaving his face as if what he just did was the most normal thing in the world.

“I know that..!” 

She snapped, irritated by him treating her like an idiot when he’d just been the one to run batshit crazy into a Curse and liquify it with a touch of his finger.

“What I want to know is how you did it?! That Curse was a Grade 2; it should’ve killed you-!”

She objected as if she almost wanted him to get eaten, and if it got rid of the smug expression on his face, she might even consider it.

“I’m a Special Grade…”

Smirked Satoru smugly, walking away from her as if he expected her to believe that horse crap.

“As if I’m going to believe-“

She scowled, watching as Satoru kicked through the Curse’s slushy remains as he searched for the finger, caring very little for the amount of bodily fluids he was splashing onto his trousers.

“He is.”

Interrupted Getou, and for a moment she thought he was having her on too, if not for the total lack of punchline to his joke.

“We both are…”

He added, before joining Satoru in sieving through the Curse’s grizzly remains as if he’d just admittedly being Catholic or something.

“Special Grade?! But that would make you both, like, insanely powerful…”

She contemplated the fact, not quite believing two seventeen year olds could hold so much ungodly power at their fingertips.

“Why? You like powerful men; Mika-Chan..?”

Asked Gojo; the opportunity for another chance to provoke her drawing his attention away from looking for Sukuna’s Finger.

“Because I’d be happy to demonstrate just how ‘powerful’ I am…”

He purred, his voice dropping down low and seductive as he leaned down to her height, a hint of his endlessly blue eyes glimmering above his glasses, and for a moment she was a little bit worried about what Satoru was really capable of.

“Got it!”

Cried out Getou, ruining whatever simmering energy Satoru had managed to build there, as Getou held what looked like a wrinkly twig up above his head.

Both her and Satoru approached him, watching as the normally spotless Sorcerer wiped the Finger on his uniform, smearing red streaks of blood across its clean black fabric.

“Sukuna’s Finger…”

He stated, showing the wrinkled up, half-rotten appendage like it was some collectible horror movie prop; it’s long nails and waxy skin seeming too stereotypical to be real.

“So this is an actual finger of a dead God..?”

She asked; not quite believing that deities walked the earth, let alone left behind fingers for people to find like souvenirs.

“Yep; wanna see me eat it..?”

Asked Gojo, snatching it from Getou and suspending it over his open mouth dramatically like he was about to swallow a worm.

“Don’t even joke about that Satoru..!”

Chastised Getou, sounding even more severe than usual as he snatched the Finger back, clearly not trusting the jokester blonde with such an important artefact.

“But why? Is it that dangerous..?”

She asked, unsure of how a dried up finger could hold so much power it made a Special Grade nervous.

“Not in its current state, but if someone were to eat it, then yes; it would be…”

Explained Getou with grounded solemnity, taking care to wrap the finger up in some rune-covered fabric that she guessed was a warding talisman.

“What would happen if someone ate it..?”

She continued to pry, pretty sure that instantaneous death wasn’t enough to jar the unflappable front of Seguru Getou.

“I’m the best case scenario; one would suffer a quick yet painful death…”

Seguru said, almost as if he himself would prefer it to the alternative.

“And in the worst case scenario..?”

She prompted, wondering what on earth could get a Special Grade scared.

“Sukuna would take the body as a vessel and reincarnate himself into the modern age.”

He said; the severity of such a situation becoming reality not lost on her.

———————————————

“Yuji..!”

Yelled Megumi, rushing forwards to help now that the pink-haired kid was lying unconscious on the ground, the butchered remains of the Curse they’d been fighting fizzing as it dissolved in a lumpy mess.

“Don’t…”

She stopped him before he could go any further, almost certain that the boy was dead, but cautious in case the worst case scenario had happened.

They’d managed to defeat the Curse; the kid’s little stunt with the finger stealing the monster’s attention for just long enough to sever its spinal cord, Mikasama managing to perform a swift decapitation that would put the Curse down for good.

But in every hard earned victory, there was some semblance of defeat, and their defeat seemed to have come in the form of their pink-haired saviour.

“Is he..?”

Asked Megumi, her most talented student hesitant to finish his sentence, less it make the situation more real, but he didn’t need to to know the truth.

Yuji Itadori was d-

“AHHHHH!”

An ear splitting scream exploded forth from Yuji; both Mikasama and Megumi covering their ears against the piercing sound that emanated from what should’ve been a corpse.

The pair watched in horror as Yuji’s spine arched up unnaturally, his whole body convulsing as if possessed; his fingers curling as his nails dug grooves into the concrete till they bled, face contorted into a ferocious snarl as he gnashed his teeth and foamed from the mouth.

It was like watching an exorcism in reverse; more and more of the sweet natured boy being stripped away, until there was nothing but the raging animal beneath; the boy’s screams growing louder and more disturbing, till suddenly they stopped.

“Yuji..?”

She called out, finally being able to uncover her ears as she approached the kid’s limp body.

“Yuji; are you o-!”

She began to ask, reaching out to touch the boy, only for a hand to shoot up and snatch her wrist, its long taloned fingernails digging in to her flesh until it drew blood.

“How wonderful it is to be in the flesh again…”

Mused what should’ve been Itadori in a low gravely tone; his voice far too sinister and deep to be his own, and suddenly she felt her gut drop out of her.

“It’s so nice to…. Mmm… feel things with my own hands…”

He purred; this thing definitely not Yuji as it rose from the ground in one smooth movement, finally releasing her wrist from his bruising grip.

“And what kind of world have I come back to..?!”

He continued to rant; his attention now drawn by the flickering lights of Susuwa below; his red eyes alight with the flame of a thousand forest fires; his smile almost maniacal in the way it stretched unnaturally past his long fangs.

“Women, children; all stacked together and writhing like maggots!”

The creature foamed at the mouth, salivating as if the very thought brought him undeniable joy.

“It will be a massacre…”

He grinned, and Mikasama knew there was no denying who possessed Yuji’s body.

“Sukuna..!”

She said, calling out to the King Of Curses as he surveyed his territory; those unnatural eyes shifting to her as if daring her to challenge him.

“Release the boy, or I will end you…”

She demanded, utilising some of her recovered Cursed energy to summon forth a Wakizashi, wielding the blade threateningly in front of her just in case he decided not to take her seriously.

“And what is it we have here..?”

Crooned Sukuna; his smile taking an even sharper edge as he approached, and only now was she was aware of how much his proportions had stretched, Sukuna’s body now towering over her as his distinct muscles rippled and flexed with each movements, pitch black tattoos wrapping around every limb and tracing across his chest and face.

“A female Sorcerer, and an attractive one as of that…”

He observed, reaching out to touch her face as suddenly she found herself unable to move; Sukuna’s frighteningly red eyes rendering her immobile as he seized her face between his taloned fingertips, digging his nails into her cheeks.

“Perhaps I should make a little pet out of you..?”

He mused, smile settling somewhere between sleazy and unsettling as let his thumb trace over her lips, the coppery taste of blood beneath his fingernails turning her stomach as he attempted to force his thumb between her lips.

“Don’t touch her..!”

A new voice came from his lips; this one belonging to the vessel’s original owner as Yuji finally regained some control over his own body, the kid objecting to any proposed defilement from his unwanted hitchhiker.

“What?!”

Replied Sukuna; sounding almost shocked that some nameless teenager had managed to push back against his possession.

“You heard me; leave her alone; and while you’re at it, give my body back!”

Demanded Yuji; the boy somehow being able to fight back against the invading Curse just enough to control Sukuna.

“How the hell are you doing this?!”

Snarled Sukuna; displeased to see his new toy didn’t plan to play by his rules as he struggled for dominance over Yuji’s body.

“I don’t know, but I don’t plan on letting you highjack my body without a fight.”

Answered Yuji; his body’s hands curling into fists as if they planned to do exactly that.

“Stop…”

Called out a third voice; this one not belonging to Yuji Itadori’s body, but to her own student, Megumi having recovered enough to stand on his own two feet once more.

“I don’t know if that’s you in there, Yuji; or if it’s something else, but by order of Jujutsu Regulations; I have no choice but to exorcise you…”

He stated, hands already held ready to yield his power to wrench spirit from body and destroy Yuji’s soul with it necessary.

[kiwi-the-servamp-addict]

Ok so

Shuuhei, Ildio, Nicco, Cappuccino friend group as incorrect quotes from a random generator

Nicco: Why are Shuuhei and Ildio sitting with their backs to each other?
Cappuccino : They had a fight.
Nicco: Then why are they holding hands?
Cappuccino : They get sad when they fight.

Shuuhei : Ildio, I'm sad.
Ildio: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.
Nicco: Cappuccino , I'm sad.
Cappuccino , nodding: mood.

Shuuhei : You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.
Ildio: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.
Nicco: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?
Cappuccino : Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Shuuhei : *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?
Ildio: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.
Nicco: I personally was created in a lab.
Cappuccino : I just straight up spawned lol.

Cappuccino, banging on the door: Ildio! Open up!
Ildio: Well, it all started when I was a kid...
Nicco: No, they meant- Shuuhei: Let him finish.

Shuuhei : Everyone, synchronize your watches. 
Ildio: I don’t know how to do that. 
Nicco: I don’t wear a watch. 
Cappuccino : Time is a construct.

Shuuhei : I just ended a four year relationship.
Ildio: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?
Shuuhei : Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.
*Nicco and Cappuccino fighting from across the room*

Nicco: is Cappuccino sleeping or dead? 
Ildio: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts. 
Shuuhei: Yeah, so did I. 
Cappuccino : Okay first of all, fuck you-

Shuuhei : You know those things will kill you, right? 
Cappuccino, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point. 
Nicco, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process. 
Ildio: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Shuuhei : *Gently taps table*
Ildio: *Taps back*
Nicco: What are they doing?
Cappuccino : Morse code.
Shuuhei : *Aggressively taps table*
Ildio: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Shuuhei : Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people? 
Ildio: Plane tickets? 
Nicco: Concert tickets? 
Cappuccino : Prostitution? 
Shuuhei , holding his broken frames: Glasses.

Shuuhei : You lying, cheating, piece of shit!
Ildio: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD
Shuuhei : I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NICCO WITH ME
Cappuccino , picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Shuuhei : I think we're missing something. 
Ildio: Teamwork? 
Nicco: Cohesion? 
Cappuccino : A general sense of what we’re doing?

Shuuhei , setting down a card: Ace of spades
Cappuccino, pulling out an Uno card: +4
Ildio, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you
Nicco , trembling: What are we playing

Shuuhei : Is stabbing someone immoral? 
Ildio: Not if they consent to it. 
Cappuccino: Depends who you’re stabbing. 
Nicco: YES?!?

Shuuhei : How did none of you hear what I just said? 
Ildio: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. 
Nicco: I got distracted about halfway through. 
Cappuccino : Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. 
Shuuhei : Shit. 
Ildio: Wait, three? 
Cop: Yeah? 
Nicco: OH MY GOD CAPPUCCINO FELL OFF!!!

Shuuhei : Why are your tongues purple?
Nicco: We had slushies. I had a blue one.
Cappuccino: I had a red one.
Shuuhei : oh
Shuuhei :
Shuuhei : OH
Ildio:
Ildio: You drank each other's slushies?

Shuuhei : Have you seen a person named 'Ildio' around here? 
Nicco: Ugh, yes. They made a horrible mess of the blood fountain. 
Cappuccino : It looks fine to me? 
Nicco: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

Nicco: Ildio isn’t answering their phone
Shuuhei: I’ll call
Cappuccino: Nicco and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Ildio: Hello?

Shuuhei : I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?
Ildio: Put spaghetti in it.
Shuuhei : I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.
Nicco: Put spaghetti in it.
Shuuhei : I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.
Cappuccino : Put spaghetti in it.
Shuuhei : I'm no longer taking suggestions.