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HB Western Energy, Rant Review

Okay, imma just go ahead and jump straight into it....

-- Stolas and Stella barking at each other like a couple of high schoolers. Calling each other names n stuff. Even Stella yelling “F*CKISH. IMP. SUCKER!!” Okay... is she mad about the affair or not? I mean, yeah... we kinda learn that she doesn’t care about that and had always hated Stolas (even then, it still doesn’t make sense given how this was written) But she yelled that with such anger in her voice and she keeps calling him things that go along the lines of either banging an imp or being a cheater. She even called a hitman on him while referring to him as a “cheating prick!” All I’m saying is, if she really hated Stolas from the get-go and if she actually doesn’t care about the affair, then make her act like it. I don’t even think she should even care about who he did it with. Even if she was embarrassed about it being with an imp, it’s not that serious. Especially when she already hates him. The writers are just making her unnecessarily petty.

-- Speaking of the bickering, I can’t even take these two seriously anymore with the way they’re fighting. Once again, I feel like I’m looking at immature high schoolers cussing and throwing childish insults at each other. This was not the kind of dynamic I was expecting at all. And this was supposed to be the abusive relationship we’re expected to cry for Stolas over??? The writers were making it seem like Stolas was the sensitive one in the relationship the entire time, afraid of standing up to her. He could’ve thrown her out a long time ago if it was that simple.

-- Man... the C word is being spat out more than the f-bombs in this episode!

-- We see from Stolas’s phone that he’s planning to have a meeting with Asmodeus soon. This is probably about the whole crystal thing to give to Blitzo in the future so he could FINALLY drop the deal about giving the grimoire back in exchange for sex. How much you wanna bet this meeting with Asmodeus is a pointless plot hole waiting to happen until the last minute? I can just tell by the way the scheduled meeting on Stolas’s phone was shown to us in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even that important.

-- Stolas: Cheating implies there was a betrayal. This woman never gave two sh*ts about me or very much our arranged marriage.”

Oh jeezus... less than 40 seconds in and this episode already pissed off with the bullsh*t. These writers are seriously telling us “It’s okay that Stolas cheated on his wife, cuz she never liked him anyway.” Well, OF COURSE NOW we know she never liked him! Of course, NOW it’s revealed she abused Stolas the whole time they were married! I mean after all, how else is Viv gonna let Stolas slip by and have him be in the right EVERY. GODDAMN. TIME!!! As if all of his flaws from season 1 to the last episode just never happened and now suddenly, he did nothing wrong and his affair is completely justified when it shouldn’t be. Y’all can see it how you wanna see it, but cheating is cheating and it’s wrong!! It doesn’t matter if Stella never loved him or he never loved her. If he really couldn’t stand her, he could’ve just divorced her when he had the chance too. It’s not like anything was stopping him from before. You could say Octavia was the main reason why he stayed, but he and Stella already fight in front of her!! She was already not happy with this family to begin with since the first season. And besides, how can we even say that cheating on Stella was excusable when Octavia was obviously affected by it?? He may not have cared about how Stella felt, but what about Octavia!!?? His DAUGHTER!??

-- Stella in the first episode of the second season made it seem like the whole divorce thing was gonna be a big deal like it was a whole violation to the Goetia demons and Stolas was breaking a rule, but so far... the divorce did nothing. All we see is her bickering with him more and demanding her belongings back from the mansion. She never even liked him from the beginning anyway, what would make her so upset about the divorce? What does she have to lose from it? The power? The money, the status?? I mean, she would lose her status as a queen... but that’s it. Aside from that, she’s still a noble and she’s rich. She shouldn’t have anything to worry about. And she mentioned her brother as if he wasn’t to be messed with. Like he was gonna be angry and come after Stolas for having the audacity to divorce his sister. But all I see is a pompous peacock who just wants money and doesn’t care at all about Stella’s divorce... Why would they even be asking for money or power???? They’re already rich as hell!!! What else could they possibly want to gain from Stolas?? Just more money???? Wha- do they want the kind of status that Stolas has; a demon prince? Cuz, I don’t think that’s how it works. Even if they did have motives for trying to get what they want, those motives don’t even make any sense. They’re trying to rid Stolas of possessions that they already own. So this whole motivation for keeping Stolas alive along with the conversation that they had is pointless. From where it stands even from the second season, Viv is just making Stella and Andre evil for no reason. She only wants them to be evil without thinking it through and to make Stolas look good.

-- We’re barely a minute in this episode and we jump straight to Striker breaking in, shooting, and kidnapping Stolas! That introduction had no build-up whatsoever. It happened so swiftly, I couldn’t even keep up!! This episode is already so rushed and fast-paced, and Andrealphus didn’t even get a proper first appearance. Like the show showed us Andre spoke for two seconds without a good first appearance. Almost as if he’s already made his appearance before, and this is our first time seeing him in the show and hearing his voice.

-- I find it funny how in the festival episode, Striker was being a little slick in his assassination attempt; hiding in his room before shooting at Stolas from a far distance, which seems like a more clever and cleaner way to go about it. But in THIS episode, he wastes no time just BARGING with his horse through the window, making a scene, and shooting bullets head-on right then and there??? And now he’s just straight-up being messy with it? Plus, now that Stolas can see he’s being shot at, he’s able to dodge every bullet coming his way, making it difficult for Striker to kill him. This wouldn’t have been so hard have Striker gone about it the way he did back at the festival; he could’ve hidden somewhere, shot Stolas, and BOOM mission complete. Why is he being so extra with it??? And he’s supposed to be an assassin??

-- Striker: *Somehow, shoots a bullet through Stolas’s hat.*

Well damn, no wonder this dude couldn’t shoot him. He got no aim.....

-- Why does Stolas keep dodging and flying from Striker anyway? All he has to do is look at him and turn him into stone. Frikin’ turn into a huge demon if you have to. Use your telekinesis to stop the bullets!! Now this so-called “prince” got tied into a knot by angelic ropes that restricts his powers when he should’ve been able to save his own ass. “Oh dear, the is worrisome.” Yeah, no sh*t buddy...

-- Even though he’s tied up, Stolas managed to pick up his phone and contact Blitzo. His powers are secured, fine. But his hands, legs, and feet are still free. He could literally just jump off of Striker’s horse using his legs and feet while they’re still on the ground and try to free himself with his hands.

-- Stolas: “I seem to have been stolen by that little cowboy friend of yours.”

Moxxie: “Can you describe him, your highness?”

Stolas: *Looks at Striker* “Sexy?”

Just say his name!!! You already know who he is!! You announced him back at the harvest moon festival! And you’ve seen him there!!! How come you don’t remember who he is all of a sudden??? yeah, “Good memory” my a**! And why is “Sexy” the first thing that comes to mind when you’re describing him?? I guess he doesn’t completely mark Blitzo as a single-target sexuality. And how come Moxxie immediately knows who Stolas is talking about when he was describing him? Does Moxxie think Striker looks sexy??? Like bro, your wife is right beside you!! LOL!

-- Stolas to Blitzo: I think you should come save me.”

Dude... just try to break free from the ropes and jump off the horse!!! Your hands and legs are free!! Stop being such a damsel waiting for your knight in shining armor. This is just another excuse to have Blitzo come and save you when there are other options.

-- Loona doesn’t say a word in this, but I’m not gonna b*tch about it like I do with everything else. Her voice actress’s fiance passed away due to cancer recently I believe, and she’s been going through it. So sorry for your loss, Erica! I hope all is well and you’re doing okay!

-- This whole comedic side plot with Blitzo and Loona seemed a little boring and I barely cracked a laugh. Nowadays, the Brandon Rodgers comedy is much more funny in his youtube videos than him as a cartoon character. There are more f-bombs in his dialogue than there is any character in him. Literally, any time he’s provoked, he pulls out his guns and attempts to murder someone, and it’s usually not even that serious. Not gonna lie, it kinda annoys me at this point. It wasn’t funny to me when they were in Hollywood, especially when he was going through some serious trauma which caused his rampage in the first place and we were supposed to be sad for him, so it definitely doesn’t make me laugh now. And they try to force a Karen character into this to make it more funny, but- I’m sorry. It doesn’t work for me.

-- Blitzo keeps complaining that he and Loona have to wait every 5 years to get a shot in the hospital, which I’m assuming is supposed to be a joke saying that all hospitals are a drag and super slow. I’m sorry? 5 years??? That’s a bit of a stretch! As far as my knowledge goes, most hospitals do take the time to schedule appointments for their clients. Even when it does take long, well... fairly enough, they do have a lot of clients to get through in at least one year. You can’t fully blame them for taking their time. It’s not like they’re being lazy. So yeah, I wouldn’t really make fun of that.

-- This little b plot shouldn’t even be in this episode anyway! This whole side plot was supposed to be comedic, but it just doesn’t fit at all when we’re dealing with a serious situation of Stolas being kidnapped and about to get killed. And the fact that we keep cutting away from this plot back to back is even worse! I think it makes more since to give Millie and Moxxie more attention than to continuously show the shenanigans happening with Blitzo and Loona. Either that or save the whole “Loona’s shot” thing for another episode and instead have Blitzo join Moxxie and Millie in saving Stolas. Loona doesn’t have any lines in this anyway, so she doesn’t even have to be in this episode.

-- The lady at the counter says she couldn’t read but was able to find Blitzo’s name on her paper sheets just fine with no issue. Clearly they didn’t think this dialogue through. What, does she have short-term memory? How was she even hired??

-- This whole folk song about Striker is so stupid. It’s honestly pretty forgettable. For real though, how come this dude suddenly has a reputation for being the most badass assassin in the West??? This episode is pretty much showing us that he is very well-known amongst all the demons. But aren’t most assassins supposed to be... idk, secretive??? Plus, if everyone already knows about him, how come Millie’s parents didn’t know who he was before they hired him as a farm hand??? And why is he suddenly a famous assassin?? Wasn’t he supposed to be some random imp who was hired by Stella to kill someone? This is just a whole other retcon. Goddamn it, I am so sick of all these retcons!!

-- I’m so glad Striker shut them up. That was the only part in this whole episode to make me laugh.

-- I honestly forget that Millie and Moxxie are even in this episode. I’m sorry- are these two just meant to be the supporting cast now??? Are they only just there to show everybody how cute of a couple they are? Cuz we already know this!!! So M&M are the ones to go and save Stolas because they have to “settle a score” with Striker.... What exactly is it that you have to settle with Striker? The loss of your fight with him?? Okay, sure, but I still don’t know why they feel the need to “settle a score” with him. It’s not like he did anything that they held a grudge against. Millie’s leg almost got amputated cuz of him, but that’s it. She’s walking just fine, otherwise. And Moxxie did feel inferior to Striker, but it was nothing serious (plus he continues to feel inferior with no kind of build up. So that whole plot alone was pointless). I just feel like there’s not much bad blood between them to settle a score for. It makes more sense for Blitzo to go rescue Stolas while M&M assisted him. And besides, Moxxie and Millie trying to fight off Striker didn’t exactly end well the last time. Blitzo shouldn’t have any trust in them to take care of him themselves. The only reason why they succeeded in this episode is because.... plot.

-- Of course, we just have to have some other pointless conflict that happens and is concluded in a blink of an eye. So Millie puts a cowboy hat on Moxxie and they stop to get gas. While Millie walks around and asks questions, some random a**hole confronts Moxxie about the hat he’s wearing and assumed he stole one of his simply because it looks like the one he’s wearing. Did it ever occur to this moron that most hats just look similar to each other? Why is he getting his d*ck in a twist over some stupid headwear?

-- OH F*CK OFF WITH THIS!!! So now Moxxie is suddenly a strong badass and could brawl with more than two people twice his size!!??? Where the hell was THIS when he was fighting Striker the first time or in the last episode!!!?? Like, can he fight or not!!??? This just does not make sense to me, especially when his whole character is about him not being a very skilled fighter like his wife or Blitzo. Not only is Millie an on-and-off fighter when the plot wants her to be, but so is her husband? Gimme a break!!

-- Stolas: “Wouldn’t a holy bullet have sufficed? Or could you not afford those?”

Stolas is technically bringing up the fact the imps are the lowest ranking and hardly have any cash on them. The show keeps telling us that imps are the poorest of the poor, but they sure as hell aren’t poor enough to own a whole circus (*cough* Blitzo’s dad *cough*). Not to mention Blitzo had a pretty high-paying job and could rent a whole office. Seems like to me that the imps are living pretty average for a species being the lowest rank.

Wait... Is Striker an Imp or a snake?

-- Striker: I was paid to give you the real royal treatment.

Mm, no... You were paid to just shoot him (yet another retcon). All you’re doing is pointlessly dragging this mission by torturing him when you could literally just pull the frikin trigger and put a bullet in his head. Shut up with the edgy monologue and kill him!!

-- WTF!!!

-- Stolas decides NOW to try to turn Striker into stone... That should’ve been done already, buddy!

-- Does this kink really get turned on in bed by getting painfully tortured, having his limbs broken and impaled n sh*t?? WHY DOES BLITZO STAB STOLAS AND BREAK HIS BONES WHILE HAVING SEX IN BED????!!!! LIKE Y’ALL, I CANT-

-- Why they gotta make my girl Stella so dumb in this show? I’m not surprised in the least (though I was hoping it wasn’t the case), but it honestly just irritates me more with what they’re doing to her. So Andrealphus reminds her that if she get’s Stolas killed, she would get nothing. But why does Stella have to be told that?? She should already know this! And why is she being all “Tee hee hee” and childish about all this anyways?? Yeah, Stolas gets to die and that’s what she wanted, but she’s being all giggles about it and she turns into a little brat and whines when told she can’t kill him and I can’t even take her seriously. I was expecting her to act much more sinister and serious. What happened to her hot-temper that could easily get provoked?? Idk that just rubbed me the wrong way.

Andre: When Stolas dies, his duties, his possessions, his legions, it will all pass to... Via.”

-- Okay... so what? It’s not like Stella even cares about that, as far as we’ve seen. All she ever did was throw parties and talk sh*t about Stolas. She doesn’t care at all about fulfilling any duties Stolas had to take care of. She’s never even been interested in the book. What exactly has she done that was even remotely Goetia-like? Ma’am just hates her ex and wants him to die.

-- Okay, first off.... eww! What is this?? Like dude- back up! What is this incest sh*t I’m lookin’ at? I don’t like this. Viv, plz don’t!!

-- Andre: I say we bide our time, and wait for the chance to gain the upper-hand.”

B*tch, what are you talkin’ about! You already had the upper-hand. And you’re sister clearly doesn’t care about Stolas’s possessions or power. She doesn’t even care that her daughter gets to obtain that. She just wants him dead. If anything, it just seems like YOU want what Stolas has and is only controlling your sister.

-- Can we PLEASE stop going in and out of Loona and Blitzo and just focus on the fight scene with M&M vs Striker! The stupid side plot doesn’t even fit with this episode! This is supposed to be a serious moment with Striker kidnapping Stolas and keeping Moxxie and Millie out the way, yet at the same time were expected to laugh and giggle at Loona escaping the wrath of a frikin needle!!!??? And the stupid girly pop music doesn’t even help!

-- Why her butt?..... Out of all the places to give her a shot???

-- Striker: “Oh I remember how easy you are to choke the life out of, little one.”

Moxxie: *Getting choked by Striker* Harder!

Umm, excuse me, sir? WTF!!! Is Viv making these little jokes a trope now!!? Why does Moxxie have a kink!?? He’s not even a very sexual person!! I dunno if he was just doing that to throw Striker off or somethin, but WHAT IN THE HELL!!?? And why did Striker immediately let go, feeling disgusted!!??? Bro, you made a statue with a literal stick-shaped boner???!!! This should NOT have caught you off-guard so easily!!!

-- When something is falling and is about to come crashing onto you, you do NOT, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES walk forward! You could literally just jump to the side.

-- I don’t know if Striker is dead or not, but if he is, Then way to go, Viv! You may have just killed off a character that was even slightly interesting. If you're gonna make a character and have him get this popular only to kill him off, at least venture him a little bit first!! This was only his second debut in the show and we hardly gotten anything from his character! There wasn’t much backstory to him or anything. Just that he was a bigot who was hired to kill Stolas and HATES nobles! And Striker even mentioned that there was someone he cared about taken away from him by the upper class. It raised wonders why he felt so much hatred for the rich folk and we won’t even get to explore that cuz he may have possibly died. I may not care much about him, but there were still some things I noticed about Striker that I found interesting and they needed to be explored.

With him and Moxxie, I still feel like there wasn’t much score to settle between them. To me, they don’t have much of a dynamic at all, and they were supposed to be rivals. In fact, their second meeting felt rushed. The second Millie and Moxxie barged in, Moxxie just went ahead and pulled a trigger on him without saying a word. We don’t even get to hear any dialoge between them. It’s fighting, fighting, and more fighting. There wasn’t even much of an enemy relationship between them. Actually, Striker seems to have more of an adversary with Blitzo. And what about him and Blitzo??? The writers made it seem like Striker had a pretty big impact on him; from when he tried convincing him to join forces because they were so similar in certain ways to Blitzo hallucinating him in his trip dream. With the conversation they had at the festival, Striker was manipulating his insecurities. And that apparently affected Blitzo, because an episode later, he was dreaming about Striker tormenting him, along with Moxxie, Verosika, Fizz, and Stolas. So yeah, was kinda expecting to see some more interactions between those two. Neither of them didn’t even get to speak to each other this whole episode!! Its like I said, Blitzo should’ve joined Moxxie and Millie in Stolas’s rescue.

-- So Stolas is injured and is rushed to the hospital. Blitzo finds out about the and asks the most stupidest-a** question to have put have ever been put in this dialogue....

-- WHAT. DO. YOU. MEAN!?!?!?!

Of course he can get hurt!!! You already know that, you stupid d*ck!!! Why else did you point the gun at Striker before he killed Stolas back at the festival!! You obviously knew he would get hurt if he was shot!! What did you think that Angelic Weapon was made for??!!!! Whatever happened to that weapon anyway? We don’t ever get to see that again at all? Judging from Moxxie’s reaction, the gun seemed like a very rare weapon in hell and is impossible to get. How did Striker even get his hands on it? We don’t even get to explore that?

-- So, as it turns out, the aftermath between Stolas and Blitzo in the Ozzie’s episode actually did occur....

......through text messages *face-palm*

Jesus christ on a bicycle..... The way this was addressed was a literal blink and a miss!! I HATED IT!! I didn’t even realize this was the aftermath until I saw it on twitter!!! So you mean to tell me we don’t get to explore what happened with them after Ozzie’s ON SCREEN at all???? They never even directly talked about what happened??? Are you for real, Viv?? Like- i-is this your way of shutting us up? Like you knew we were curious about what happened between them and decided to half-ass your way out of this by showing a bunch of text messages and moving forward?? Are you THIS lazy!!!!??? They’re not even fully conversing through these messages. If anything, Stolas is the main one doing all the talking while is Blitzo barely responding to him.

-- Dear lordy.... and reading messages don’t even make it better. Stolas is dumbed down deeper than his ex, bro!!! Obviously, he didn’t learn a DAMN THING!!!

Stolas: “You seem very upset and you took off so fast. I’m sorry if anything I said or did may have offended you tonight.”

F*CKING WHA--!! He says it as if he has no clue why Blitzo was mad at him or if he was upset with him at all! Um, b*tch... HE TOLD YOU WHY!!! Like to your face, he said, “Don’t act like that what we have is anything but you wanting me to f*ck you. You make that pretty clear all the time.” And you invited him in your house to cuddle with him knowing damn well he wasn’t in the mood!! You should already know why he’s upset!

Im sor- Is this another retcon or something?? Were we supposed to see it how Stolas saw it? That Blitzo was upset for some unknown reason and we just can’t figure it out? Are we just gonna act like Stolas had done absolutely NOTHING wrong and he’s just an oh-so-innocent uwu baby bird? Are we gonna act like Blitzo didn’t just call out Stolas, spelling out the exact justified reason why he was mad?? Cuz that’s exactly how this text message scene is acting like!! Like their dialogue only revolves around what during their date and not what happened after that. Why is Stolas even talking about what happened at just Ozzie’s?! There was much more to the situation that affected him after he was dropped off. He was crying on his porch when Blitzo pushed him away. But now the show is not even gonna have them explore that in their messages. And now Viv is not even gonna have Stolas be considerate of Blitzo feelings and know why he’s mad? As if all they did was go their separate ways without saying a word instead of Blitzo dropping Stolas off at his house!!

And he goes on to say this-

“I’m glad that Ozzie’s is not the case of you being upset. I wasn’t upset either. I actually thought it was funny. It didn’t embarrass me at all.”

Okay... first off, what happened at Ozzie’s DID make him upset. YOU were just another one of those reasons. And you ain’t find sh*t funny, you were embarrassed just by BEING THERE with him, hence another reason why he’s mad at you! Like- Seriously?? What is happening right now?? Are all of us watching the same episode!!!??? Why is Stolas acting like such an oblivious and clingy idiot with the long-ass at paragraphs??

-- Okay yall... I’m done.

*Sigh* Okay.

This episode was... well it was somethin'. I'm not gonna say whether I like it or not, though the latter might be obvious enough.

I say the only thing I liked a little about it was Stella. Which is why I'm SUPER disappointed with how her character was written so far. If she were to actually be a character, I would like her more without going, "Oh Jesus... how are they gonna butcher her this time?"

Stella is as one-noted as ever! And there were a couple of traits they added to her character that is just so irritating-- Like, I can't take her seriously anymore. Viv doesn't change a thing about Stella. Her whole character is, "I hate my ex and I want him dead!" And that's all there is. That's all Stella was worried about this episode. Like- ma'am? Could you just get over it!!? We get it, you hate his guts. And we don't even know WHY she hates him so much! Why does she want him dead, so badly? What could possibly warrant her hatred?? This is like her 4th appearance in this show, yet we're still not given her backstory. Nothing is hinted on why she became such an evil Darla Dimple. At first, in the first season, it seemed like Stella was only angry that her husband had an affair and cheated on her. So angry, she even called a hitman on him. Though it was rather harsh to want someone dead for that, you'd understand why she would be angry. I mean, who wouldn't!!! My husband cheated on me and it greatly affected my family!! That's how we saw it (or at least that's how I saw it). You can't even tell me that Stella never loved Stolas, because it was hinted that she initially did care about him. At least, according to Octavia who said that things used to be decent between them.

But now, since season 2 began, Viv suddenly just slaps us with the fact that Stella had always hated Stolas for no reason?? She just likes to make fun of him and talk sh*t while laughing at him?? She didn't care at all about the affair, but she still insist on tormenting him.... cuz she's evil??? And that excuse is not even justified alone, cuz why is she so evil??.... Because... she was just born that way???

Tch, yeah, alright Vivzie... whatever.

It doesn't even make sense why she's married to him if she's always hated him. Why did she even stick with him if she was just going to keep talking bad about him and complain about being married to him??? Yeah, I know there were arranged to marry, but they're adults now. No one could tell them what to do! She could've just divorced him. And clearly, nothing came of it. She could've left him WAY before now. You could say she only stuck around for the riches and the power, but she obviously doesn't care about that! All she ever did was throw parties. She didn't show off any riches or power she had when she was with him. And again... why does she want him dead?? What was her final straw here?? It was already established she didn't care about the affair and she already hated Stolas. What, was it because he embarrassed her by doing what he did? Well, like I said, she doesn't care about the affair, so why would she care about the embarrassment!? I just don't understand---

And I've already mentioned this, but I also didn't like how childish and giddy they made her about the whole thing. I didn't like to see how excited she was about her ex finally dying. I mean, it's nice to see she has no regrets and is proud, but in cases like her behavior about it-- it just doesn't seem to work for me. I was expecting Stella to be... stone-cold. Like just a soft-spoken, strict, and sinister woman who is somewhat secretive of her wicked ways and is tricky, but doesn't hide it fully. And despite knowing what she's doing, she doesn't care at all about the effects of it as long as she gets what she wants. Almost like Lady Tremaine from Cinderella, Ursula from The Little Mermaid, or Mother Gothel from Tangled.

But instead, I experience this-

I don't even like the way she acted when she was told she can't continue going along with what she wanted. She started to whine like a baby, crying "Aww! But I want him dead so badly!!!" Like, miss-- how old are you?? I would expect for her to be all "harumph!!" and begrudgingly agree with her brother after arguing with him a little. Not this immature little princess who will cry if she doesn't get her dolly back!

Another thing that bugged me about this episode, of course, was more Stolitz. It's pretty clear up to this point that Viv so DESPERATELY wants to make these two endgame. She doesn't care at all about how fast, how rushed, or how unplanned she makes this show as long as Stolas and Blitzo become a couple in the end. But just by rushing the show and not planning it, she doesn't really do a great job of showing us these two are good for each other. It just gets more toxic, especially with Stolas acting like he always cared about Blitzo when he obviously didn't and just becomes more selfish and oblivious to his feelings. Hell, he continues to be a flirt after Blitzo pretty much calls him out on it! And Viv tries to show us that Blitzo had always cared about Stolas and secretly wants a relationship with him, but considering the blank responses and the passive-aggressive behavior from those text messages, it's clear Blitzo does NOT like Stolas and doesn't care at all about him! Even when he reacted with disbelief over him getting hurt, he still gave him a short-worded text!! Like-- Blitzo just doesn't like Stolas, okay Viv.

Ugh!! This show has officially broken me with the stupid sh*t, y’all. I still have some things I wanna say about it that I may have left off, but I’m to tired for now. They can be saved for another day. I-I cant anymore- The only reason why I’m even going along with this is because I’m curious to see how these eps will turn out. Like, I’m still curious about Fizz, Verosika, and Barbie. And you best believe I’m waiting for the last episode where we get to hear Octavia finally go off on her dad. It’s a literal challenge at this point, but bring it on. And It’s ironic, cuz I love critiquing shows, whether I like them or not.

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #helluva boss critical #anti helluva boss #anti stolitz #anti blitzo #anti stolas #helluva rant #SpindleHorse critical

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half-blood-goods · 5 months

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My live Undertale Yellow Reactions - Hotland, New Home, and the end of the Journey

Not the spider roadblock

*At the club, seeing El Bailador* Oh you fucker

*We start dancing* YEAHHH LOOK AT ME GO

*Axis letter* Imma have to Google this later

*At the store* Don't kill me but I like these guys better than Burgerpants

*Bitz talking about wishing to marry Asgore* Me too pal, me too.

"I've seen war, Bits"

"You expressionless infant" You know what? Fair enough.

This puppet is my favorite fucking guy right now

"By then you'll be all grown up" Don't jinx it, please. I'm scared enough already.

"I'm glad you hopped onto my raft" Tears

*Fist bump* BRO

Obsessed with how the City looks

"Let's go back to our normal, happy life" My brother in Christ have you watched those tapes???

Now, I know they're trying to help, but I'm not sure a desperate and in grieving widow and mother will listen to this kind of argument

OH FUCK

"You're naive" I know okay? It's hard.

"Asgore is a coward" I don't have a counter argument for that. Toriel said it best in the Pacifist ending in Undertale

"I have nothing left in life, so I made peace with throwing it away" Tear my heart out and stomp on it will ya game?

BRO YOU CAN'T JUST FREEZE ME

This couldn't have been this easy

Yep there it is

YOOOOO THIS IS SO HYPE

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

I'm getting both Mettaton AND Asgore flashbacks from her attacks

AINT NO WAY THE FUCKING MEW MEW GAME WAS FOR THIS

Thank fucking GOD for those frogs and their bandana. That's the ONLY reason I've gotten this far

Don't you DARE throw the sad backstory at me now game

"I haven't seen tears from you since the crossroad" "I save them for the moments that matter" S T O P

WE'RE STILL NOT DONE?!

"Daddy said he would've lived a long time if I wasn't here" I can't do this, man...

"I'm gonna cry" I already am buddy, join the club

Are we gonna commit suicide for the greater good?

Okay so the game decided to lag for like half an hour so it kinda threw me out of the moment but the music got me right back into it

OH WE ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE FOR THE GREATER GOOD

GROUP. HUG.

*Giving away our gear* Enough ENOUGH I'M DOWN ALREADY

Oh fuck off Flowey, way to ruin the moment

Is it sacrilegious to say that I like the story better than in Undertale? Because I think I legitimately do.

Mr. Sword Remix, thank you for creating such a wonderful fangame. Expect to see my therapy bills soon.

#Undertale Yellow Live Reactions #undertale yellow spoilers #undertale #undertale yellow #uty #reactions #uty clover #uty dalv #martlet uty #starlo uty #ceroba uty

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wannabelife · 2 months

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ahhh hiii i saw ur reqs are open!! may i please req a seungkwan fic/drabble!! hard dom kwan with degradation and messy cumplay and cum plugging? thank u so much for writing such amazing work!!

if i'd think of a set-in, probably a few days after a fight that has already cooled down. you had that passionate sorry sex after it, but now that some days have passed, seungkwan wants to relieve some remaining stress he had from it.

"you had fun messing up with my head, didn't you?" he groans, slamming his cock back onto you. nothing but moans coming out of you.

"i- imma- ah! so... rry, kwannie" you moan out, having a hard time saying it properly when a slap is delivered on your ass cheek. your face making its way onto the pillow as you cry out.

"so well behaved now" he says, slowing down his thrusts. he's going so painfully slow, your pussy squeezing, trying to swallow more of him, your clit hard and aching from the lack of friction.

"aah please, oh my, kwannie, please!" you whine "more, please! i've been so good, please"

"awwn so desesparate for my cock" he pins you down from behind, his body metting your back "i dont know, love. i feel like i should take care of your manners, don't think you have been good"

"arms behind" he demands and you do it as he said. he's able to cage both of your wrists on his slim hands, pressing them down on your back "face up" he says again "i wanna hear your slutty little sounds, understood?" you nod desesparately, just wanting him to fuck you.

he gets back at a fast pace, slamming it inside you. his hand leaving bruises around your wrist and waist from how hard he's gripping you. he slaps a few times your ass again, wording how you deserve it for not behaving. you keep moaning his name, feeling goosebumps forming on your skin every time he caresses where he slapped, his cold hand meeting the red hot spot left imprinted on your skin, easing the pain.

"close, kwannie" you announce, feeling the familiar knock forming on your lower belly. and just when you're close enough, he slips out of you as you whine, your legs pressing together.

he lifts your body in one motion, your back hitting the mattress as you bounce from the roughness. seungkwan gets close, grabbing you by the neck, your faces almost touching "if you want to cum, you gonna have to beg" he says

you whimper, trying to take your lips on his, but he doesn't let you, moving his face away with a devilish grin.

"please, kwannie" you plea "im gonna be good, so good to you, i promise" he hums, pressing his cock on your center, your legs squeezing around his waist "oh my god! please!" you say, feeling as the teasing is like torture "let me cum, kwannie, please!" you cry out as his grip gets tighter around your neck. with his free hand, he angles on your entrance, thrusting in again.

"good girl" he praises, slamming continuously on you. you feel him everywhere, his grip on your waist and on your throat, his cock filling you up and his core skin slapping on your clit on each thrust, making your eyes roll back, close again.

"that's right, needy bitch, let it go for me" those words being your ending point as you're coumming. your pussy clenching around him as he swears from how good it feels. your legs trembling and moans coming out loud.

you whimper when it starts to hurt, the overstimulation hitting you. "you gonna keep doing good, wont you? let me use this cunt like a good girl" he says, still chasing his high on you.

your eyes water from how it hurts. you feel him twitching inside you and your pussy clench from the feeling "fuck!" he groans as you moan again "you're so fucking needy, give me another one" he sounds hoarsy as his cum is approaching.

seungkwan reaches your clit and you feel like cumming again. a few more thrusts and his cum is spreading inside of you. making you cum right after, your head throwing back as you let it go.

both of your cums messily together as he rides both of your highs before sliding off. he bumps his member a few more times, his cum dripping down, some of it decoring your belly and titties. low moans coming out from his lips at the view.

he grabs you by the back of your hair "open up" he demands, smearing his now half hard cock on your tongue. you rap your mouth around it, cleaning all the remain cum on it as he moans "well done, my little cockslut" he praises, before throwing his exhausted body next to yours.

#wannabelife inbox #seungkwan #seventeen #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt ff #svt scenarios #svt smut #seungkwan smut

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writteninlunarlight-years · 8 days

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Heya! I sent in a matchup request before but I kinda rambled off in it (and I think I was on anon too-) so imma try again and be less ramble-y 😅

For Hazbin Hotel please!

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Gender/Pronouns: She/They AFAB

Sexuality: Asexual, questioning-aromantic who would date men/masc

Age: 25

Appearance: 5'11 White Australian with pale as fuck skin, blue eyes with dark bags under them, half my head is shaved the other half long, currently dyed red hair but it changes once it washes out and I get bored of my natural blonde. Slightly chubby belly with average breasts I wanna remove completely 👍

MBTI: INFP-T

Mental Additives: I have autism, clinical depression, clinical anxiety, PTSD and lowkey a hypochondriac.

Personality: I'm told I'm open-minded and easy to get along with. I am also a completely open book who talks about 98% of things I have been through; including trauma and random factoids I have learnt.

I smile all the time, even when crying I find myself smiling sometimes. All I want is for the people I care about to be happy; and I don't always include myself in that list but I've been getting better at doing so!

I don't have a job but I am slowly looking. I think I've just gotten used to not having a job or going to school? It's boring and mind numbing, but the last job I had gave me anxiety attacks. Doesn't help I have no ambitions in life. Except for whatever hyperfixation I'm on!

Yet I also verbally yet playfully threaten violence on friends, but if need be I can't ever throw a punch. I diffuse situations with words and pacifist action (like leaving). But I will use my height and build to be threatening to protect a friend, despite knowing that I can't defend myself. I also break into tears if I feel like I said the wrong thing to a friend or family member. I'm not as scary as I sometimes look or act.

Imma list off words that remind me of my personality since idk how else to explain myself: Helpful, imaginative, leisurely, loyal, protective, self-critical, absentminded, touch-starved, irritable (prob the anxiety talking hopefully), unable to flirt or recognise flirting, quirky, anxioussss!, logical thinker.

Likes: True crime, reading/writing fanfic, my cat, my five birds, my two fish!, I want reptile pets, random facts, the cold (jumper weather), playing all types of video games, watching YouTube, thunderstorms, chocolate, soft drinks, my lil brother, my OC that I shape into whatever fixation I'm on!

Dislikes: Having writers block, drinking alcohol, smelling cigarettes/weed, being called lazy, being compared to others, the heat (remove my skin), drinking water, my lil brother (when he's in mean mode), racists, terfs, literally all dumbasses who think they're better than everyone, routines.

Hi, I love you! I hope you enjoy this! I want everyone to know that this bean is an amazing Mutual, and you should all check them out! Okay, okay, now to the show!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

HAZBIN HOTEL

Alastor

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Alastor really doesn't care for people in general. If you aren't one of the few he deems good enough, stay out of his way.

That's why he was thrown for a loop when you came along. Is someone so kind and genuine not being scared of him? Who do you think you are?

Alastor is very protective, and though it may take ages to realize he has feelings, he will firmly defend and protect you.

When you and Niffty are hanging out, he feels so proud and almost giddy, an emotion he only feels when murdering normally.

When you fought the Angels, he was in awe of you. Though you needed training from Vaggie, you were fierce and ready to do whatever you could to save your friends.

The first time he snapped at you, he felt horrible, and when you started crying, he was practically a dead man, times two. He spent weeks trying to apologize and make it up to you.

He isn't big on touching or affection, but he shows you he cares in his own way. He is always opening the door for you, cooking for you, and taking you to special events or places.

He supports all your hobbies and interests and even tries to help you find new things to enjoy. This way, when he is busy doing whatever he has to, you are entertained until he returns.

He loves just having lazy days with you in the Radio Tower. There, he can work on his master plans, and you can do whatever to your heart's content.

When he finally accepts he has stronger feelings for you than his regular crew of Mimzy, Rosie, and Niffty, he asks the girls what's happening to him.

They collectively help him confess to you, and when they find out that you two are a lot more similar than they thought, they are thrilled for you two now that you guys have found your person.

If you ever mention physical touch or intimacy with him, he will allow it, but only if you are comfortable with it. Do not force yourself to think it's the right thing to do unless you 100% want it to.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had been working with Niffty on a surprise for Alastor. He had been working hard to take down the Vees and especially hard to piss off Vox after a particularly vile comment he made about you. Niffty was out collecting the materials while you were researching how to make a cape, crown, and scepter. Once everything was rounded up and ready to go, you two got down to some serious work. Building your masterpiece for Alastor was moving along well, and you two couldn't wait to see his face.

Sneaking up to Alastors room, you set up the creation. While you were busy making it look perfect, Niffty distracted Alastor. However, Alastor knew that something was off as soon as you weren't downstairs ready to greet him. Making his way to your location, Niffty did her best to stall the tall man, but it was too late. Luckily, just before the door opened, you had set up the display. You remembered before the battle against the Angels that Niffty had dubbed Alastor 'King Roach'. Alastor was a king in your eyes, so you wanted to show him how you honestly thought of him.

There before Alastor stood a mannequin with a deep red cape adorned with blackthorns, a crown made of black cardboard and gold glitter glue, and lastly, a scepter made out of a large stick and one of Lucifer's rubber ducks that looked like Alastor. The man couldn't help but laugh at the creation in pure enjoyment. As he walked over to start putting on the new outfit, Niffty crawled up your shoulder and perched there waiting. Once King Alastor was officially crowned, he bent down and asked, "May I kiss you, my love?" You nodded gently, and all that was heard after the kiss was a 'blegh' sound from the tiny woman perched on your head.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You had been sitting in the Radio Tower for hours and were ready for fun. However, Alastor was still trying to work.)

Y/N: Can we please do something else, Alastor?

Alastor: Dear, you are always more than welcome to do whatever you please. The most powerful demon lord is your partner.

Y/N: Noooo, Alastor, I wanna do something with you.

Alastor: Hmmmm, is that so, like what?

Y/N: uh uh uh....damn it! You can't put me on the spot like that, Alasor.

Alastor: Alright, alright, come on, let's go to Rosies for some tea and a break.

Y/N: Hell yeah! Field trip!

#x reader #match up #headcanon #hazbin hotel #hotel hazbin #hazbin #hazbinhotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #lunarwritings #moons

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ellie-24 · 1 year

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Spilled wine and the consequences

Word count: ~ 1.2 k

Warnings: littlespace, little!elvis, mentions of alcohol, that's it I guess.

So @kiankiwi and I were talking about the book baby let's play house and how Elvis could be a very jealous man. I wondered how this side of him would show when he's little. So here's my take!!

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Elvis hadn't regressed for a long time now and it showed. The last few weeks were filled with rough concert schedules and he just didn't allow himself to slip at all during that time. He grew more and more agitated with time, getting annoyed and angry at the smallest inconveniences.

Once during a rehearsal he threw a tantrum because he almost stumbled over some microphone cord on stage.

Your attempts of calming him were met with a "Leave me alone dammit!" as he stormed off with another curse.

You wanted to help him regress multiple times but he'd always flee the room everytime he so much as saw that particular caring and maternal look on your face that you sported when he was little.

You and the rest of the Memphis Mafia were relieved when he had a few days off and you could just relax at Graceland for a little while. On the first evening him and his whole entourage including you sat together talking and enjoying the free time. Elvis sat in his armchair not really saying much the entire time, instead preferring to watch.

You sat on the sofa talking to Jerry as you sipped on your wine, occasionally glancing over at the raven haired man in the armchair next to you. He had been frowning for some time now, his eyes flitting over to you when he thought you weren't looking. When you laughed at something Jerry said so hard that there were tears forming in your eyes, Elvis' frown turned into a proper pout. You didn't notice though as you were still laughing and in a moment of clumsiness you accidentelly spilled some of your wine onto Jerry's jacket.

You immediately sobered up with a "Oh my god Jerry I'm so sorry, shit, sorry!" and grabbed a few napkins from the table in a weak attempt to clean him up. You tried patting his jacket dry with the paper napkins but quickly realized it was in vain.

"Of course it had to be red wine!" you groaned, throwing up your arms. "Sorry Jer, I'm gonna have to wash your jacket, give it to me." you stated. Jerry laughed at your antics and began to remove his jacket when a sudden movement behind you startled you.

You turned around and saw Elvis storming out of the room. You couldn't even react, you just winced when he slammed the door shut behind him. You turned back around to face Jerry who also immediately knew what was going on.

"Imma just-" you gestured behind you in the direction Elvis just disappeared.

"Go Y/N." Jerry smiled understandingly.

"I'll take care of the jacket I promise!" He just gave you a thumbs up and you left the room to follow Elvis. You went up to his bedroom and saw him hiding under the blanket of your shared bed.

You carefully closed the door behind you and slowly sat down on the edge of the matress. The blanket covered him from head to toe but part of his teddy bear peaked out from under the it, meaning he was definetely little right now, as the teddy would usually rest in his night stand.

"Elvie?" you carefully asked, opting not to touch him right now as you didn't want to startle him.

Then you heard a muffled "No!" from under the blanket.

"Elvie baby, what's going on? I want to help you sweetie." you spoke in the soft and tender tone he loved so much.

He softly whimpered.

"...Go help Jerry!" he then spat angrily.

You frowned. "Baby...what?"

"... M-mommy likes Jerry more than p-poor Elvie!"

"Elvie sweetie what are you talking about?" you asked, your heart breaking a little.

With a huff he threw the blanket away and turned to face you, fresh tears in his eyes and his face already red from crying.

"No one m-makes Mommy laugh like that!! Only yittle Elvie! Mommy mustn't take care of stupid Jerry and his stupid jacket!! Y-you're my mommy!! N-no one else's!" He ended his tirade with a sob and hid his face in the teddy bear.

You cooed and leaned over to him and gently ran your fingers through his hair.

"Elvie baby look at me please."

He only continued to sob into the teddy.

"Elvie was m-mean to Mommy when she tried to help!! No wonder she doesn't like him a-anymore!!" he cried, his bottom lip quivering in desperation.

"Sweetie that's not true at all. I know the last few weeks have been very hard for you. You had no time to relax, to be little when you needed it. I understand that you were angry and frustrated. Now please look at me, love."

After a few seconds he carefully peeked at you from behind his stuffie. You looked deeply into his sad baby blue eyes and placed a soothing hand on his cheek, wiping away the tear stains in the process.

"Sweetie you are my everything. I love and adore everything about you and nothing can change that. And just because I laugh with others or help someone else it doesn't mean that I forgot about you! You'll always be my widdle Elvie."

He thought about that for a minute until a slight pout formed on his face again.

"I'm sorry Mommy for being mean! I didn't want to!" he whined.

"It's okay baby I forgive you. I'm proud of you for apologizing!" you cooed, tapping his nose.

A small smile found it's way on his face, before he looked up to you with yet another pout. "I still don't like it when Mommy takes care of others. You are my Mommy." he insists as he crawls into your arms and rests his head on your chest. "My mommy." he emphasized again, nuzzling even closer to you and clutching you tighter in his arms to further prove his point.

"I know baby. I'll always be your mommy." you whispered and softly kissed his head.

"I am your best boy? Not stupid Jerry?" he asked hopefully.

You couldn't surpress a small chuckle as he kept calling one of his best friends stupid.

He raised his head and watched your smile with a look of adoration in his eyes.

"Mommy has the most beautiful laugh." he sighed lovingly, proud that he made you laugh again.

You chuckled once more and pressed light kisses all over his face, making him giggle. "Oh sweetie, you're the bestest boy ever! I love you so much."

"I love you more Mommy!" he laughed as he pressed his face back against your neck. Then he grabbed your hand and put it on top of his head. You knew what he was asking for and lightly scratched your nails along his scalp. He grabbed a fistful of your shirt and let out a peaceful sigh. "You only take care of your yittle Elvie tonight." he murmured and closed his eyes blissfully.

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I hope yall enjoyed it!! I don't know how frequently i'll write something, this idea was just stuck in my head and had to get out looool

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis #austin butler #elvis movie #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #little!elvis #little space #ellie writes

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touchoflaughter · 4 months

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do you have any more stories with your tough mma cousin? i loved reading those

After being absent for an awful amount of time, I wish all of you lovely people a wonderful 2024 and I hope January had a lot of 🪶- situations in store for you!

Since I received lot’s of requests like this one I’m happy to oblige. I indeed got tons of stories with this jerk! Glad you enjoyed reading them 🤭

(btw this 👆🏽 is actual footage of us)

Since I can`t decide on one, Imma tell you about the most recent one, alright?

„Just swallow it!“

So my cousin and I were having a movie night last weekend. Before we started watching the film, we were chatting about how life’s going rn and right when I took a big sip of water he made a pretty good joke.

I almost spew out the water, trying my hardest to hold the laughter in. He immediately noticed how much I was fighting myself: „What’s wrong? Just swallow it.“

He was grinning from ear to ear when he realized his actions were making it harder for me to calm down. All of a sudden he moved towards me and I immediately tried to get away, knowing what he will be doing next. I wasn’t quick enough and felt his index finger poking into my side.

I somehow screamed without opening my mouth, trying to dodge his attack. Unfortunately we were sharing a blanket and I was pretty much tucked in.

While I was trying my best to free myself, he continued tickling me by scribbling his fingers all over my ribs and side. He was laughing gleefully while making fun of me: „Just swallow! It’s not that hard, come on!“ He put his cup aside to tickle me with both hands. That‘s when I knew I‘d spill everything any moment and desperately tried to get off the sofa. Well I kinda did:

Right when I thought I‘d break I managed to get out of that goddamn blanket and fell on the floor. I didn’t care, I was just relieved I escaped these hands before it got completely out of control. But just when I tried to swallow that damn water, I realized he was getting off of the sofas as well.

When I tell you I panicked. I don‘t know how but I managed to swallow the water and held my hands up high in a defensive manner. Now I was able to talk again and immediately tried to change his mind: „Wait, wait, wait! I swallowed it! I swallowed it!“

„Man if you weren‘t my cousin that would be music to my ears!“, (yea he really said that 😵‍💫) he grinned in a lascivious way and I couldn’t help but make a noise as if I‘m throwing up.

„You‘re disgusting!“, I laughed it off, knowing it was just one of his typical jokes, when he suddenly pounced on me.

Since I have been sitting on the ground, I fell flat on my back. He had an easy time overpowering me (not that I‘m any competition for him yikes 🥴 ).

And yeah, what can I say? No screaming, crying for help or begging could soften him up. Quite the contrary! I got a feeling my desperate pleading even lighted up his sadistic tendencies. He just sat there on top of me and tickled my ribs with horrible precision and skill! When I tell you this douches fingers are weapons! I never met someone who made me loose my mind like that. He only stopped because the pizza deliveryman was ringing.

Gosh I was deeply embarrassed when I opened the door. He must‘ve heard what was going on inside. Also my face was bright red and I couldn‘t form one straight sentence. 🫥

Yea I was pretty fed up after that but when he threatened to tickle me again if don‘t stop ‘being such a bitch’ I had no choice but forgive him.

But hear me out: I would give my left leg only to get revenge on him for ONCE!

K that‘s it for today! Hope Y‘all are doing well! See ya soon! 🌞

#tickle community #sfw tickles #irl tickles #tword content #tickle blog #tickles #tickle story

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call-me-maggie13 · 10 months

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"When do I get my uniform?" Beatrice is arranging her crayons in the box by color, having already organized her notebooks and folders by color and put them away in her rucksack.

"We don’t have uniforms." Shannon balances a marker atop an eraser before catapulting it at Beatrice, it misses and thumps into the wall behind her head.

"Then what do we wear to class?" Beatrice hands the marker back to Shannon and waits for another failed attempt to launch it at her.

"I prefer to wear clothes, but I guess you could wear whatever." Shannon shrugs and sticks her tongue out when Beatrice rolls her eyes. "I usually wear shorts and a t-shirt but the baby school is always cold so you should probably wear pants and a sweater."

"The baby school?" Shannon flings the marker across the room, again, and misses, again.

"Yeah, the school for all the babies. You’ll be the top baby in your class." Beatrice holds the marker behind her, braces Shannon away from reaching it. "Okay fine, it’s what the older kids call the primary school. It’s where you’re going."

"You’re not going with me?" Beatrice drops her arm, Shannon snatches the marker from her before noticing the tiny wrinkle between her brows and the bow of her back.

Beatrice never slouches.

"No, I’m going to the junior high across the street." Beatrice’s head falls forward minutely, she pulls away when Shannon tries to throw her arm around her shoulders. "Hey, I’ll show you around and I’ll just be across the street if you need me. Okay?"

"I’m going alone?"

"No. You’ll never be alone, Bea. You’ll always have me. It doesn’t matter if I’m across the street or across the country, I’ll always be here if you need me."

"I don’t need you." Beatrice kicks her crayons away as she rushes from the room. Shannon watches her speed walk down the hall and slam her bedroom door. She sighs and fixes the crayons the way Beatrice had them arranged before, tucking the marker she’d been using as a projectile back into its box and shoving it into her bag.

They don’t speak about it for five days. It isn’t until the day before school starts that Beatrice approaches Shannon about it again.

"Would this be acceptable to wear tomorrow?" She holds up a pair of slacks, a button up, and a sweater. It might as well be a school uniform, but it’s not much different than what Beatrice wears every day.

"Yeah. I mean, you could wear something comfier but that will work too."

"Oh." Beatrice’s face falls and she bites her lip.

"Hey," Shannon flicks her ear. "It’s great. It’s totally you. I like it."

"Do - do you really?" Beatrice refuses to look at Shannon when she’s trying not to cry.

"I do. I like how you dress like an old man sometimes. It’s cute." Shannon bumps their shoulders and throws her arm over her shoulder.

"You promise?"

"Of course, bumble Bea. Why would I lie to my favorite person in the world?"

"I am?" Shannon nods, eyes bright and smile soft.

"Always have been, always will be, stupid." She ruffles Beatrice’s hair and Beatrice ducks away from the contact, playfully pushes Shannon’s hand away when she tries to repeat the action.

The next morning, Beatrice is practically buzzing with anxiety, her fingers and toes tapping until Shannon covers her wiggling hand with her own.

"Dude, imma need you to stop, you’re making me nervous." Martha frowns at Shannon from the other side of the kitchen island.

"Sorry." Beatrice pokes the eggs on her plate, she hasn’t eaten.

"You need to eat something, the oldest kids get lunch last," Martha offers a bowl of fresh fruit and Beatrice picks the leaves off a strawberry she has no intention of eating.

"Hey mom, did you get those cookies I like for my lunch today?"

"I did. Would you like me to put them in your lunch sack?" Shannon nods and Martha disappears. When the door closes behind her, Shannon spins, knees knocking into Beatrice’s thigh.

"Okay, so we’re gunna walk there and back together, yeah? I’ll drop you off at the flag post and we’ll meet there after, sound good?" She eats the strawberry from Beatrice while she’s talking then takes three quick bites from an apple that she drops in front of her, Beatrice frowns and tries to push it back to her. "No, leave it. Mom won’t let us leave until you eat."

Martha rejoins them, stares suspiciously at the half eaten apple in front of Beatrice, but she doesn’t say anything.

"We’re gunna head out, okay?" Martha nods and stacks their dishes, accepts a quick kiss on the cheek from Shannon before she’s gone.

"You remember my number, Beatrice?" Beatrice nods. "Okay, call if you need me to get you."

"Bea, let’s go before she convinces you to do homeschool." Shannon grabs her wrist and drags her into the foyer, tosses her rucksack into Beatrice’s chest, followed by her lunch bag before Beatrice even has a chance to settle her bag on her shoulders. Homeschooling doesn’t sound terrible.

Shannon chatters the entire five block walk to the schoolhouse. Various stories about her school friends and the teacher she’d had in Beatrice’s year. Mrs. Biles sounds very kind, she is certainly Shannon’s favorite.

"Okay so this is where we’ll meet," Shannon points to the empty flag post, "but I’m gunna go ahead and walk you to your class, what room is it?"

"411." Beatrice tries not to think about how there are at least four hundred and eleven rooms in the schoolhouse. Tries to not let it shoot her heart rate into the stratosphere.

"That’s Mrs. Biles’s class! Dude, you’re going to love her!" Shannon drags Beatrice through the double doors and into a crowded hallway.

It seems like every other person is greeting Shannon, a few offering high fives and shoulder pats. Everyone knows her. They must, because everyone smiles and waves at them, even if they don’t greet Shannon.

There are so many other children. Nearly a million. Probably. If not, it certainly feels like it.

"Hey!" Shannon just walks into the classroom. Like she owns it. Like she’s supposed to be here. Beatrice wishes she had that. She doesn’t know what it’s called, but she wishes she felt like she was supposed to be here.

"Little Miss Shannon. Aren’t you in the upper level this year? Don’t tell me you got held back. Was it for starting fires again?" The woman is young and bright, her skin dark like willow bark. Her hair is curly and long, bouncing when she spins to tease Shannon, her toothy smile crooked. Beatrice decides in this moment, she likes her.

Shannon giggles and rocks onto the balls of her feet, pulling Beatrice in front of her.

"This is Beatrice! She’s in your class!"

"Well hello, Beatrice. I’m Mrs. Biles but you can call me Mrs. B if you would like." She doesn’t do the friendly teacher thing where she kneels to be eye level with her. Beatrice has always felt it was patronizing when they would do it. She takes the hand offered to shake before pulling away and ducking behind Shannon.

"You can go ahead and find a seat. And you, little troublemaker," she grins when she turns back to Shannon, "should go before you’re late."

"Okay." She spins and takes Beatrice by the shoulders. "I’m just across the courtyard. And mom said she can pick you up early if you - "

"I’m okay." Beatrice isn’t certain if she is, however. Her stomach is twisting and her hands would be shaking if she hadn’t already clenched them into fists at her side.

"Okay but if you decide to do homeschool, I’m gunna do it too. So you’ll be stuck with no one but me and mom all day every day. Just remember that." She tries to wink but she hasn’t quite figured it out yet so it’s more of a half blink. "Flag post. Don’t forget."

"I won’t." Beatrice receives the quickest and tightest hug of her entire life before Shannon leaves.

She lingers next to the teacher’s desk. She isn’t certain where to sit, she’s never had a teacher that didn’t assign seats. It’s surprisingly overwhelming.

"Hey, new girl." Beatrice turns to the other girl, but she doesn’t respond. "Do you wanna sit next to me?"

She has kind blue eyes and a dimpled smile, she nods to the desk beside her and tilts her head.

What would Shannon do?

Shannon would sit with the girl. She would exchange names and phone numbers and birthdates and they would be best friends before lunch. Shannon would invite her over after school to do cartwheels in the backyard or something of that sort.

But Beatrice isn’t Shannon.

She’s still debating when a floppy haired boy tries to take the seat.

"Go away, Psalm. My friend is going to sit here." The girl sticks her tongue out at the boy who responds by sticking his own tongue out before continuing down the row, pausing three seats back to respond.

"I didn’t know you had friends, Aster. I thought your best friend was Rock or Bird or something."

Aster. Beatrice has never heard the name but she can’t imagine this girl with any other name.

"Oh shut up and go pray to your cult daddy about it." The remark earns a few snickers and Beatrice suddenly feels more out of her depth than she did before.

"He’s not a - "

"That’s enough, children. In this classroom, we aren’t going to talk to each other like that. Am I clear?" There’s a chorus of agreements and Mrs. Biles nudges Beatrice towards the seat. "Can everyone find a seat so we can muster? Afterwards, we’ll go over classroom rules and etiquette."

Beatrice is the only one still standing and, suddenly, the choice is made for her because the only available seat is the one Aster has offered. She takes it quietly, sinks into her seat when she feels everyone’s eyes following her.

She tries to fall back into the empty space in her head, tries to shut the curtain behind her eyes and sink into the backseat but she hears her name right as she’s nearly there. Except -

"Beatrice Masters?" Mrs. Biles is looking directly at her, waiting for some form of acknowledgement but that’s not - that’s not her name.

Masters. Beatrice Masters.

"I think that’s you," Aster leans across the aisle with a giggle.

"Beatrice?" Her heart is thundering in her head, skin hot and burning and too tight. "That is your name, is it not?"

Beatrice shakes her head and Mrs. Biles frowns and squints at the roster, leans over her desk to click on her computer for a moment before turning back to her with furrowed brows.

"Are you certain you’re in the right classroom, Beatrice?" Mrs. Biles must notice the rapid rise and fall of her chest so she motions her to come up to the desk. Waits until Beatrice stops in front of the desk to lean forward with a crooked smile to whisper. "These things happen sometimes, it’s not your fault. I’m going to send an email to the administration but you’re going to stay until I hear back, is that alright?"

Beatrice nods again and Mrs. Biles taps away at her keyboard before following up with one single question that makes Beatrice’s chest ache.

"Can I ask why you’re staying with the Masters?"

"Um…"

"She’s Shannon’s charity project!" It’s the same boy as before, floppy hair falling in his eyes.

"Psalm, shut up! No one cares what you have to say. Ever." Aster throws an eraser at him. It bounces off his forehead and he collects it from the floor, preparing to launch it back at her.

"Don’t you dare." Mrs. Biles is on her feet and rounding the desk before he has a chance to aim, hand outstretched waiting for him to drop it into her palm before collecting anything else she deems a projectile from Aster’s desk as well. "You will get these back either at the end of the day or when you prove you are no longer a danger to others."

"I’m not a danger to others, just that infernal skunk." Her remark makes Beatrice giggle, soft and twinkling like wind chimes.

Beatrice offers Aster a pencil when she retakes her seat and receives a smile that makes her chest ache. They don’t have an opportunity to speak the rest of the morning, Mrs. Biles lays out the rules and passes out introductory paperwork, an "about me" worksheet that she promises isn’t going to be presented to the class, and a blank page that she asks them to draw their families on.

She leaves hers blank.

She watches her neighbors draw instead. Aster has five siblings, three dogs, four cats, and a lot of fish, if her picture is accurate. The boy to her right has three dogs and a baby sibling. Behind her, a girl has six adults that live with her, and three little boys. She cranes her neck to peek at Psalm’s portrait, but she quickly loses count of the children in the picture.

She figures it fits, he seems like a child that has to scream to be seen.

Beatrice is some sort of crooked opposite. She doesn’t want to be seen. Not by her parents, at the very least. She wishes to disappear into the linoleum tiles and ugly, pea green wall paint. To melt into her hard, plastic seat until there’s no pulling them apart.

He catches her staring and covers his paper with his arm before sticking his tongue out and glaring at her.

Mrs. Biles collects the papers individually, inspects them quietly and offers compliments to each student she passes. She doesn’t insult Beatrice’s blank page, she pauses and looks it over intently before smiling softly and tucking it behind the rest of the stack.

Aster takes her hand and drags her to the back of the line when they’re lining up for lunch.

"Beatrice? Could you stay back a minute?" The rest of the class departs with the lunch monitor but Beatrice and Aster. "Aster, go with the class."

"Beatrice is part of the class." The way she says it, there’s no room for discussion. She’s in charge and she’s not going anywhere. Beatrice isn’t sure where this fierce defensiveness over her is coming from, but she doesn’t quite mind.

"Do you mind?" Beatrice shakes her head and Aster jumps onto the top of a desk beside the door, swings her legs and stares intensely at the multiplication table on the wall.

Mrs. Biles motions for Beatrice to follow her around the desk where she already has a document pulled up on the screen. Beatrice doesn’t recognize it, but she does see her name. Multiple times.

Except.

Masters, Beatrice C.

"So it does look like you were enrolled under the name Beatrice Masters. If you would like, I can call Martha during your lunch break and we can discuss changing it to whatever you’re used to?"

Beatrice isn’t certain. She’s not Beatrice Masters. That’s not the name she was given when she was born. It’s not the name she knows herself as.

But she wants to be. She thinks she wants to be.

"Tell you what, I’ll send you home with a letter for Martha and you and her can talk about it and she can let me know, yeah?" Beatrice nods and she turns to follow Aster out of the classroom. "Oh, and Beatrice?" When she turns she receives a shimmering smile. "Family is whoever you want it to be. It’s not just who you share blood with, it can have whoever you want your family to include."

Beatrice isn’t certain who she wants her family to be. She spends her lunch break and recess listening to her new friend rambling about so many topics Beatrice can’t keep track while worrying about who her family is.

She knows she wants to be a part of the family she’s been living with. They’ve felt more like home than her parents ever have.

But if she’s not her parents’ child, who is she?

When Mrs. Biles passes their pictures back out after lunch, Beatrice splits the page down the middle and draws both.

On one side, her mother and father flank her on either side, faces blank and clothes dark. When she looks back on this picture later in her life, she won’t know if it was an intentional decision or if that’s truly how she remembered her parents that day.

On the other, a stick figure Shannon grins beside her in a brightly colored dress. They’re sandwiched between Martha and Rich, all smiling beneath a shining sun. She even includes Jasper.

"Who’s that?" Aster leans across the aisle to point to her parents.

"My mother and father."

"Why don’t you live with them?" The girl behind her chirps, pushing upward to peer at the picture over Beatrice’s shoulder.

"I thought Shannon picked you up off the street," Psalm quips, dissolving into a quiet giggle. No one else laughs.

"Children, this is a solo assignment. We are not collaborating yet."

Beatrice wants to pull her hair out of its bun, wants to let it create a curtain between her and the rest of the class. She has one hour and twenty-seven minutes before the dismissal bell. One hour and forty-two minutes before Shannon will meet her at the flag post and they can walk back together.

But she will be right back here at eight o’clock tomorrow.

Mrs. Biles pats her shoulder when she passes to collect their pictures, stacking them neatly on her desk before stepping before the whiteboard and clasping her hands in front of her.

"We have one final activity before I will relinquish you for the rest of the day." They still have an hour left. Are they allowed to be released early? Surely not. "We are going to play a game. Two truths and a lie. Can anyone tell me the rules?" Beatrice has never heard of this game.

"Ooh ooh!" Aster bounces in her seat, nearly ripping her arm from the socket to raise hers the highest. Mrs. Biles selects her to explain the game. "So you have to say two true things and one not true thing about yourself and everyone has to guess what the lie is! I am exceptionally good at this game."

"Good job, Aster! Does anyone have any questions?" No one speaks. "Okay. I’m going to give you a few minutes to think about your statements then I’m going to go first and we’ll popcorn around until everyone’s had a turn."

Beatrice doesn’t like lying. It’s a sin. She can’t tell a lie about herself without needing repentance.

Her head hurts. Pressure building behind her eyes and ears ringing.

"What are yours?" Aster leans across the aisle, holds her own paper up for Beatrice to trade. If she’s disappointed Beatrice’s is blank, she doesn’t say anything.

1) I have a pet peacock named Dusty.

2) I have been to a concert at every Taylor Swift tour since I was born.

3) I was born in Australia.

Beatrice wonders what kind of life Aster has lived to have both of her truths be as unbelievable as her lie.

"Do you want help?" Beatrice shrugs. She doesn’t know how this is a school sanctioned activity. It doesn’t feel right for her to tell a lie, even if it’s for a game. "Okay. I got this."

Aster takes Beatrice’s paper and begins to write on it. She only pauses once, scrunching her nose and tip of her tongue poking out from between her teeth. When she returns it, it’s nearly completed.

1) I can speak __ languages.

2) I can play __ instruments.

3) My favorite book is ___.

Beatrice wrinkles her eyebrows and looks at her, confused.

"Just fill it in. Shannon said you’re like the Rosetta Stone. And that you like instruments. I assume you like to read, you have three books in your bag." Beatrice glances between Aster and her book bag. "I snoop. You should know that about me."

How? How was I supposed to know that about you? Beatrice wants to ask.

"Is everyone ready?" Mrs. Biles waits for confirmation from the majority of the class before continuing. "I have two dogs named Lilo and Stitch. I’ve never had McDonalds before. And I know how to juggle."

Beatrice glances around the room, sees no evidence of any Disney movies decorating the walls. If someone were to name their pet after a character, you would expect at least some visual evidence of their existence in their room. Never eating McDonalds feels unlikely too, but not improbable. Juggling however, just sounds intriguing. There’s no way to tell if someone can juggle just by appearance.

"Show of hands, who thinks Lilo and Stitch are the lie?" Beatrice nearly puts her hand up. Not a single other student raises their hand. "McDonalds?" Probably half the class raises their hands. "And juggling?" The rest raise their hands. Mrs. Biles raises an eyebrow at Beatrice but she doesn’t force an answer from her. "Well, you’re all wrong. While I do have two dogs, their names are not Lilo and Stitch, they are Abra and Cadabra."

"You can juggle?" Aster bounces in her seat.

"I can."

"You’ve never been to McDonalds?"

"Did your parents not love you?"

"I eat McDonalds a lot!"

Mrs. Biles chuckles and quiets the class.

"Moving on. Who wants to go first?" Psalm’s and Aster’s hands launch into the air, Mrs. Biles laughs. "Why don’t we start with you Psalm? You can go next, Aster."

"I have eight siblings. I have never been to the mountains. I have a cat named Noodles."

"You’re allergic to cats." Aster doesn’t even bother turning around to make the statement. "Your lie isn’t supposed to be obvious."

"It wouldn’t’ve been obvious if you weren’t such a stalker." Psalm snaps back, crumpling his paper and launching it at Aster’s head.

"Mister Psalm! That is completely inappropriate and unacceptable behavior for my classroom." Aster snickers and Mrs. Biles turns to address her. "Miss Aster, your actions are also reprehensible, you need not forget where you are, child. I assume I will have no choice but to separate you two if neither of you can learn to behave yourselves."

"What’s reprehensible mean?" Aster asks quietly.

"It’s an adjective that means morally wrong and deserving criticism. A synonym is deplorable." Beatrice answers easily, not realizing the entire class has turned to her.

"Wait, you’re British?"

"She’s not British, she’s a robot."

"Do you read the dictionary for fun?"

"Hey, android. What does deplorable mean?" A few students giggle and Beatrice starts to answer when Mrs. Biles closes the space between her and Psalm and tells him to follow her.

"Hey, Beatrice?" Aster leans into the aisle after Mrs. Biles and Psalm step into the hallway. Beatrice nods. "What does deplorable mean?"

"It’s another adjective that means very bad and unacceptable, often in a way that shocks people."

"How do you know that?" The girl behind her — who Beatrice had learned is named Maisie during lunch — asks. Beatrice doesn’t know if she’s going to make fun of her. She doesn’t know if she already is.

"I read the dictionary occasionally. I like words and definitions."

"What’s your favorite word?" Maisie looks at her the same way Jasper looks at her when Shannon tells him to sit. She doesn’t understand.

"Right now it’s nudnik. It’s a noun that means a person who is a bore or a nuisance. But my favorite word before that was hullabaloo. It’s another noun that means a lot of loud noise, especially made by people who are annoyed or excited about something."

Mrs. Biles returns alone. The class grows eerily quiet.

"Alright, moving on. Aster, are you ready?"

Beatrice finds the game to be a unique way to learn about her new classmates. It’s fairly interesting to see the kinds of things her peers lie about. Like Aurore, who says she has a pet wallaby but doesn’t think they’re related to kangaroos and Chaya who says he’s been to Buckingham Palace but doesn’t even know where it is.

And Aster, who does have a pet peacock but his name is Shimmer.

"Beatrice?" Beatrice flinches when the class turns to stare at her again. "You’re the only one who hasn’t gone."

I don’t want to go. Please don’t make me go. Please please please -

"Can I read it for you?" Aster’s already grabbing the paper from her desk and clearing her throat to read it aloud before she’s even finished her question. "I can speak eight languages. I can play seven instruments. My favorite book is Swallowing Stones."

The class is pretty evenly divided between the languages and the instruments being the lie, a simmering chatter building while they discuss the likelihood that the book on her desk isn’t her favorite.

"So, which is it, Beatrice?" She truly does not want to answer. She doesn’t like how everyone is looking at her. Waiting for her.

"The book."

"The book? What languages do you speak?" Aster drops the paper and spins in her seat to completely face Beatrice, utterly entranced.

"English, Spanish, Mandarin, Latin, French, Portuguese, German, and Italian. I can only read and write English, Latin, and Mandarin, however." It’s clinical. No emotion. Beatrice suddenly understands why Psalm called her an android. She has no inflection.

"And instruments?" The boy in front of her has completely twisted around in his desk to ask.

"Piano, violin, cello, clarinet, flute, saxophone, and guitar."

Aster leans across the aisle to poke her cheek, Beatrice ducks away and frowns at her.

"Are you sure you’re real?" Beatrice doesn’t understand the question. Of course she is real. She’s sitting within arms reach of the other girl. What does she mean?

"Well, what is your favorite book, Beatrice?" Mrs. Biles captures their attention again and Beatrice doesn’t want to answer.

Luckily, the bell saves her, trilling and sending her peers racing to pack their materials away and rush out of the building. Aster waits for Beatrice to carefully replace her belongings into her bag, arranging her pencils so the tips all face the same direction in her pencil box. She also stacks her books by size before carefully ensuring they’re secured within her rucksack.

"What is your favorite book?" Aster asks softly when Beatrice finally stands, shifting her bag onto her back.

It gives her pause. The gentle curiosity.

She doesn’t know. She didn’t know she was allowed to have a favorite anything before this summer. Her favorites were whatever her mother told her they were. Jane Austen, tiramisu, lavender chamomile tea, the color purple, orchids.

She knows what her mother’s answer would be. She knows what her mother would tell her to say. The Bible. It’s the only correct answer.

But it’s not Beatrice’s answer. At least, she doesn’t want it to be. She doesn’t think so.

"I’m not certain. Would it be possible for me to consider it and get back to you?" Aster bites back a smile and forces a calm nod, Beatrice doesn’t notice.

"Good evening, Mrs. Biles." Beatrice pauses to shake the woman’s hand, a tender and practiced smile on her face.

"Good evening, Miss Beatrice. I hope to see you here again tomorrow." Mrs. Biles’s hand is firm around Beatrice’s, not squeezing or painful but strong and steady. She shakes it a single time before dismissing the pair for the evening.

The halls are empty, a blessing Beatrice had not thought she would receive on this terrifying day. Aster chatters beside her, hands shoved into the front pocket of her pullover as she meanders slowly through the building. Beatrice tries to pay attention to what she’s saying, truly. But she speaks so fast and she doesn’t like to look Beatrice in the face when she talks so Beatrice is having a very difficult time understanding her words.

She’s surprised to find Aster following her across the quad to the flag post, where she unceremoniously drops to the ground beside it, still speaking quickly and showing no sign of slowing any time soon.

Beatrice watches the front doors of the school across the way anxiously, chewing on her lip and rocking softly side to side.

"My baby sister does that." Aster mimics the rocking motion curiously. "Does it make you feel better?"

"No. I apologize for being distracting." Beatrice forces herself to still and shake her head. Aster tilts her head but doesn’t continue.

"They’re gunna come out the side door next to the big tree." Aster points to a large oak tree around the far side of the schoolhouse.

"Who?"

"Shannon and my sister. River told me they’re on that end this year." Aster rips a handful of grass from beneath her and flattens her palm to watch the breeze carry the blades and dirt away. Beatrice bites her lip again.

She doesn’t dare ask any more questions. She will make herself seem like an imbecile if she doesn’t stop responding to everything Aster says with a question.

It’s like her mother always told her: la curiosité est un vilain défaut.

She forces herself to slow her heartbeat, focus on the way her lungs rise and fall despite the bitter autumn air, empty her mind and slip back inside herself again.

It’s better to be a passenger in her own body than an imbecile.

"Hey!" Shannon nearly tackles her under the force of the hug, jostles Beatrice until she loses her footing and begins to slip only for Shannon to tighten around her to keep her steady. Shannon’s cheeks are flushed and her breathing is rushed and her excitement is palatable. "Sorry, how was it? I see you met Baby Blue."

Baby blue?

"My name is still Aster, Shannon." The smaller girl sticks her tongue out only for Shannon to swipe her palm down it and receive a shriek in response. It makes Beatrice’s stomach hurt.

"You met River’s sister."

"Oh. Yes. That is correct." Beatrice flinches when a boy laughs behind her.

"Oh yes, that is correct. Beep bop." The boy mocks, moving his arms like a stiff robot. "Are you actually an android? Weirdo."

"Psalm, do not make me beat you up again. You just got out of your last cast." Shannon steps around Beatrice, arms wide and chest puffed in an attempt to make herself look bigger.

"I can’t believe you got an android before me. And it looks so realistic, I almost didn’t realize it was fake. Nearly thought she was a real girl." He laughs and the small girl beside him frowns and furrows her eyebrows, staring at him confused.

"Psalm, what did Father say about picking fights with Shannon?" A taller boy claps his hand over Psalm’s shoulder and her classmate tries to shrug it off only for the boy to clamp his hand around it. "If you don’t learn to mind, I’m going to have to tell Father that you’re disrespecting and antagonizing girls again."

"Thanks, Zephaniah, but I can fight my own battles." Shannon steps closer to Psalm only for the taller boy to block her. He’s at least a torso taller than Shannon, probably twice her width and weight. He would destroy her if there were a physical altercation.

"Not this one, Masters. I don’t need any more little girls tainting my family name." His phrasing is weird, Beatrice realizes. Like his words have been rehearsed. There’s something in his eye that Beatrice doesn’t like. She can’t name it but it makes her chest tight so she tugs Shannon away.

"If you even think about talking to my sister again, I will kill you. No God will be able to protect you from me."

Sister?

Shannon sighs and takes Beatrice’s hand carefully, guiding her away from the boys and up the street towards her house.

"I guess he’s in your class too?" Beatrice doesn’t respond to Shannon’s question, but Aster does, nodding and immediately launching into a rant about the boy. She complains all the way to the final crosswalk, where River and Aster turn left while Beatrice and Shannon continue ahead.

"Are you okay?" Beatrice nods but still doesn’t speak. Her body hurts suddenly. And her head. She’s tired, also.

She’s so tired.

"I’m sorry about Psalm. He’s the worst in his whole family, if you could believe it. But he shouldn’t bother you anymore, if he does just tell me." Beatrice can picture Psalm’s brother’s fist in Shannon’s face. She shakes her head aggressively to rid herself of the image. She doesn’t want Shannon to fight for her.

She doesn’t want Shannon to get hurt because of her.

"Was the rest of the day good at least? Mrs. Biles is pretty awesome, she’s my favorite teacher. I’m really glad you’re in her class."

Martha is standing in the front yard waiting for them, smiling and waving and Beatrice’s heart sinks into her stomach.

She doesn’t want to do this anymore.

She’s not certain what this is. All she knows is she doesn’t want it anymore. She wants to go to bed. She doesn’t want to talk about her day or her classmates or her possible new friend or her definitive new enemy.

Martha doesn’t ask, thankfully. She offers them both a hug and follows them inside. Shannon drops her bag just inside the entryway and kicks it to the side before farting up the stairs, Martha sighs and collects the bag from the floor while Beatrice starts up the stairs behind her.

"Hey Beatrice, before you go, Mrs. Biles emailed me. We don’t have to talk about it right now, but whenever you’re ready, I’ll be down here." She nods down the hall and Beatrice hesitates with her hand on the banister. "You look tired, kiddo. Go take a nap, we can talk when you wake up, how about that?"

A nap? She’s not a toddler, she doesn’t need a nap.

Still, she nods and continues to her room silently. Shannon is already on her bed, sprawled on her back like a starfish across the duvet. She’s awake, but she doesn’t say anything. Not yet.

She waits until Beatrice steps out of her closet wearing a pullover and sweatpants. More specifically, Shannon’s favorite blue pullover with koi fish on the sleeves and white sweatpants. Beatrice had stolen it from Shannon’s closet more than a month ago, in between her arrival and her admitting to Martha and Rich that she might need more clothes than she’d brought with her.

Shannon wiggles an eyebrow at her but doesn’t comment on the outfit, flops over barely enough for Beatrice to have room to lay beside her.

Neither says anything, they lay in a simple silence until Beatrice is nearly certain Shannon is asleep. Just as the gentle lull of sleep starts to tug her under, Shannon rolls over to face her.

"Is it okay that I called you my sister?" Shannon is strong and Shannon is certain and Beatrice has no doubt that Shannon knows almost everything there is to know.

But right now, Shannon is quiet and scared and uncertain.

It’s unnerving.

"Do you want me to be your sister?" Beatrice doesn’t recognize her voice as herself, it sounds foreign and strange to be coming from herself.

"You kinda already are, right? I mean you live with me, doesn’t that mean you’re my sister?"

"I don’t know." Beatrice doesn’t like not having answers readily available to her. She already hates not knowing things, but not being able to find a seemingly simple answer to a seemingly simple question is infinitely worse.

Shannon doesn’t push for more from her. She doesn’t rephrase the query in that way that nearly makes it sound like a different question that she’s so fond of. She just watches Beatrice for another moment before rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling.

Her hand is millimeters from Beatrice’s but she doesn’t intwine their fingers. She doesn’t have to. Just being beside her is enough to slow Beatrice’s racing mind.

It’s dark when Beatrice wakes. Shannon’s gone, the blankets she'd been using are long grown cold beside Beatrice. She’s not certain why Shannon didn’t wake her. She’s especially unsure why Martha or Rich hadn’t woken her either.

She considers going back to sleep. She probably could, the exhaustion pressing heavy behind her eyes and sinking her deeper into her bed begging for her reunion.

But her stomach grumbles. Loud and angry and achy. And the hunger is stronger than the lingering sleepiness, pushing her out of the bed and down the stairs to the kitchen.

Martha is sat at the island flipping through a cookbook, the light above her head warming the room like a lantern on a cold dark night.

"I didn’t mean to sleep through supper, I’m sorry." Her words still have that sleepy drawl to them, making her sound like a babbling baby. She hates it.

"Oh you’re alright, sugar. Today was a lot, I expected you to be tired. Do you want some chicken alfredo?" Beatrice nods and rubs her eyes, trying to wipe the drowsiness away with her knuckles. Martha guides her to the seat she’d just been in, pauses to rub her shoulder before prattling about the kitchen reheating a bowl of pasta for Beatrice.

"Thank you." Beatrice has to bite back a yawn, flinching when something thumps above her head.

"It’s Shannon. She’s trying to do handstands."

"It doesn’t sound like she’s being particularly successful," Beatrice smiles at her over the steaming bowl. Martha laughs and strokes her hair.

She knows they have to talk about it. She knows Martha wants to talk about it. But she doesn’t want to. She’s not certain she wants to know.

"There’s the sleepyhead," Rich shoots a finger gun at her before pouring a glass of orange juice and sliding into the stool across from her. "Are you gunna be able to sleep tonight?"

Beatrice nods.

"So, do you want to talk about the email?" Beatrice drops her fork and glances anxiously between them. "You’re not in trouble, kiddo. I promise."

Another thump above their heads, the dishes in the cabinets clatter.

"We probably should’ve spoken to you before today about it, I’m sorry we blindsided you. But our district puts younger children with their siblings’ teachers. We wanted you to have someone we already knew, someone we already trusted. And Shannon loved Mrs. Biles’s class, so we figured that would help a bit with the nerves if you knew Shannon liked her." Martha looks like she wants to reach across the island and bundle Beatrice into her arms. But she doesn’t.

"We can talk to the administration tomorrow and get your name changed, if you would like, but it’s up to you." Rich does reach across the island to ruffle her hair, the contact makes Beatrice’s chest feel warm and gooey. "But it’s whatever you want to do. Whether you want our name or not, you’re still our girl, alrighty?"

Our girl.

"What does that mean?" Beatrice blinks and stares at the bowl in front of her, letting her hair block her face so they can’t see her tears.

"Which part? That you’re our girl?" Beatrice nods, she doesn’t trust herself to speak. Rich takes a steadying breath and moves beside her, crouches so he can catch her eye. "It means that we want you in our family, Beatrice. In whatever way you want to be. We love you, kiddo."

Beatrice stares at him wide eyes wet and red. He holds his arms out for her to crash into, thumping unsteadily into his chest. He holds her, crouched beside the kitchen island and rubbing circles in her back until she stops crying.

Beatrice isn’t certain when she started crying so much.

"Are you certain?" Rich squeezes her before loosening his grip to look her in the face again.

"Of course we’re certain. Nothing will change that." He wipes her tears away under his thumbs, smiling assuringly until she finally pulls away.

"I don’t think it is something I would like to change."

"Yeah?" Martha sounds so eager, desperately trying to fight back a wide smile.

"Yes. As long as it is acceptable to you." She nods finally before tacking on. "And Shannon."

"And Shannon what?" Shannon is panting as she pushes past Martha for a glass of water, cheeks flushed red and hair tousled wildly.

"Beatrice would like to go by Masters at school. She wants to make sure it’s alright with you." Shannon shrugs and wipes sweat from her face.

"I don’t care. Whatever you wanna do, dude." She says it steady, calm and nearly emotionless but there’s a shimmer in her face that tells Beatrice she’s excited by the prospect. "And before you ask, yes I am certain."

Her taunt makes Rich giggle, soft and warm and Beatrice wishes he would do it again.

That night, he lingers in her doorway after their tuck in. He doesn’t say anything for a long time, just watches her wiggle in her bed until she finally gets comfortable before finally speaking.

"I love you, Beatrice."

Beatrice doesn’t know how to describe it. The way his voice sounds like a mixture of safety and adoration she’s never been given before. She’s not certain how to describe the way his words make her body feel warm and tingly, presses her chest out a little wider.

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hypnos333 · 10 months

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Lil Fantasy

1610 MilesxOc black girl

Pink roses was one thing she couldn’t help but love, Miles knew this so every time she would be mad at him Miles knew to bring pink Roses.

One day while Miles was out being Spiderman,she was exploring his room where she found a hidden art book, Miles only showed her another Art book Miles had drew on to draw her. She looked in the book and saw random drawings until she came across a direct page.

“Gwen fucking Stacey”

She forced out her words as she saw her the pages of her. Tears run down her face as All she saw was Rage and heartbreak, she hated Gwen with all her might. So seeing this made her feel betrayed. It might be a drawing but to her she saw more to it, it’s like how Miles draw her and she couldn’t stay watch it all rewind back.

She knew Miles feelings for the white girl but she thought he got over her. The pages looked recent and he never got over it.

Wiping her tears away she dropped the book before shoving all her stuff she left in his room into her bag. She took everything of hers back. She took off his sweater before throwing it on his bed leaving her in her Light blue T-Shirt.

She made her way out the door back home.

“Mama can come pick me up” She cried out tears streaming out her eyes trying to control her breathing.

“Of course my love” her mother said gently not pushing her on why she’s crying

“Thank you Ma” She mumbles

Her mom picked her up 5 minutes later driving off from the Morales household

That’s was hours ago……

It soon turned Night as Miles climb up into his room looking confused on an empty room he quietly walked around before stepping on his secret art book. He picked it up before realizing what Art book it is he rushed to his closet seeing nothing but his Clothes.

He quickly rushed to her house, he spammed her with calls but was immediately directed to voicemails.

He gave Voicemail, to Voicemail, to Voicemail

“Mi Corazone let me explain everything to you please I don’t want to loose you, Gwen means absolutely nothing to me” Unanswered

“Sunflower I begging you,give me the time of day to let me explain it may look back up I promise she’s old news”. Unanswered

“Mi Amor I will show up to your house and stay until you let me Explain the situation” Unanswered

He was always left on delivered so he didn’t care anymore he was going to see his girl either she answered or didn’t.

He showed up with Pink Roses

She would always melt when she sees the roses but this time she stared blankly at the flowers before pushing him out her window but he sticked on the floor.

“Miles I swear to god I will scream” She threatened drained from the day she had.

“Not until you let me explain why I have that book, it might look recent but I only have it now because- “I’m going back to the Los Angeles” That alone made him to shock to speak. Never in a Million years did he thought his girl was going back to her childhood home.

“W-What?” He asked over these past hours how is she going back to her true home

“You heard me, I’m going back to California that’s where I belong this isn’t for me so imma go live with my dad” She said simply as she folded her clothes in her suitcase to make this easy.

But Miles was not excepting this non of this he dumped her clothes out making her irritated.

“Miles!” She yelled out but he didn’t care anything to make her stay.

“You can’t leave me! You can never leave me here….”Miles said sadly grabbing her hands not giving up

“Pink Roses right? pink roses represent sweetness, femininity, appreciation, and admiration but mostly Gratitude and Grace. That’s how you make me feel Mi Corazone is only for you” he said hoping to win her over.

Tears flowed through her cheeks as she looked down Miles hurriedly hugged her as she cried. She continued to cry as Miles sang sunflower to her to calm her and to know he’s only hers.

She was envelop with Jealousy that she didn’t see the book was really old. And she knew it.

In that room is their lil fantasy away from the world and the evil and jealousy that comes from it.

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #black reader #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy #jealousy #miles 1610 #miles x reader

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shovel-hooligan-frontera · 11 months

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screaming crying throwing a fit punching the wall they trust eachother so much auuuUUGHHH

AAAHHHHHH ToT

friiiiick why he gotta look like that man wtffff

imma be honest i may be down bad but i do not give a shit. ill be the singular lloyd simp if thats whats required. ill do it. gladly.

NOOOO NO NO NO LLOYD AUGH FUUUUCK (i know hes gonna be fine but still it hurts to see this T~T)

DIE YOU STUPID LOBSTER YOUVE HURT MY BOYS ENOUGH

nooooooooOOOOOOOOO

theyre so scared for him :'((

ASHSHUAGS I HATE THIS PART FUUUUUCK 😭😭😭😭

AUGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

sobbing crying throwing up killing myself dying passing away

NO MAN NO- T_T

#tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers

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wreckedandpolemic · 1 month

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GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE BLURB YOU JUST POSTED. I NDHEHWHQ. INHAVE QUOTES.

“Oh, missed your Daddy, have you, darling? Not given your little boyfriend my name, right?” “You’re my Daddy, couldn’t replace you.”

THESE LINES. FUCK. I JUST KNOW HE GOT THE BIGGEST POWER SURGE KNOWING SHE HASNT CALLED ANYONE ELSE DADDY. NO LIKE I CAN SAY SO MUCH MORE HERE ABOUT HOW HOT THIS IS BUT IMMA STOP

Meeting your gaze in the dingy mirror, Matty wraps his lips around his wet fingers, moaning exaggeratedly as he sucks them clean. “God, missed the way you taste, darling. Sweetest fucking girl I’ve ever had,”

THE EYE CONTACT THROUGH THE MIRROR. IM GOING TO BE SICK

“Shh, baby, shh. Try not to be so noisy, yeah?”

Not much to say here but the idea of him shushing me while he’s fucking into me is actually making my brain dizzy.

Always so wet for me, so wet for your Daddy. Could have this all the time, if you wanted.”

COULD HAVE THIS ALL THE TIME IF YOU WANTED. OH PLEASE.

“S’okay, baby. Fucked you too dumb to answer, I get it. You wanna be a good girl and cum for Daddy?”

FUCKED YOU TOO DUMB TO ANSWER?? I GET IT?? I G E T IT OH MY GOD BYE. THE COCKINESS OF THIS LINE IM SALIVATING

“I’ve got you, baby,” Matty murmurs soothingly. “Daddy’s got you. Whenever you want, I’ll be here,”

Screaming crying throwing up. Oh him soothing her. DADDYS GOT YOU. WHENEVER YOU WANT ILL BE HERE. FUCK. THATS SO FUCKING HOT

anyways that is all. I just lost my mind.

OLIVEEEE I LOVE UUU i’ve probably read this 50 times in the last hour djfnsjfj God i need him ‼️ cocky sleazy man hiding how fucking bad he wants you back with his arrogance… girlie is better than me bc i would have folded when he asked to get back together i Have to have him

#talk!#mutuals <3 #ask #automaticllamacycle

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mondaymelon · 5 months

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ehehe sorry for the confusion, melon..my actual school learning time starts at 7 am- I just had to get there at 4 for early basketball practice and then I had to practice for 2 hours after school eugh my back hurts and my face hurts too bc I absolutely hate teaching 5th graders how to shoot into the hoop and meanwhile instead of the hoop. They aim for me.

but anyways, I only play basketball for the fun of it totally not so my college application looks good such as you and so I can take my pent up anger out on random kids that I’m supposed to beat the crap out of in ball and hOW TF ARE YOU STILL ON WINTER BREAK!!? MINE LITERALLY LASTED FOR 2 WEEKS 😭 AND THEN AS SOON AS I GOT BACK TO SCHOOL, MY MATH TEACHER DECIDED TO BE OH SO NICE AND GAVE US A FOUR QUESTION QUIZ. AND SHE KNOWS THAT I SUCK AT MATHHHHGDGSHXHS

but leaving all that aside, I actually am learning more abt you.. not creepily dang- but. I can speak two languages..am fluent in two :DD Chinese/Mandarin and English the second ones obvious but wtv and I have to eventually learn Spanish in my school in order to graduate high school-..and I’m currently working on Italian (￣▽￣) but uh, I don’t really know all that much in Italian- the most useful phrases that I currently know? ‘Un cappuccino con latte’, a cappuccino with milk, ‘Un cappuccino con zucchero’, a cappuccino with sugar, and ‘Che e un banco’, where’s the bank.

ANYWAYS, imma stop bothering you w my personal life issues and leave so I can start studying for my test although I more than likely won’t

- 🥦

so. like. hows your sleep schedule lookin 😀

OKAY I KINDA HATE ALL GRADE SCHOOlerS BUT JUST LIKE CHILDREN. idk if you saw it but i got A T T A C K ED By them during a social gathering good lord i despise children. there are a select few that are actually tolerable and sometimes even little angels but honestly those only exist in fiction (GIGGLES AT MY ADOPTED CHILDREN AKA NAHIDA N DORI N YAOYAO N COuntless otheRS)

these little bitches were banging down on my door and licking my books and throwing things behind the tv and honestly throwing everything that wasn't fucking bolted to the floor SIGHS . worst part is they may or may not be coming back saturday and if thats the case i will SOB. i was actually so close to crying the first time lmao cause oneo f them put their chair on my foot and then sat down on it and like girl yowch thats my foot youre sitting on 😀😀

ANYWAYS LMAO A COMPLETELY LEGAL WAY TO THROTTLE CHILDREN?? sign me up !!! annnndd i think your winter break started waaayyy earlier than mine since mine is only two weeks too, but im only a week in... i suffered knowing some of my mooties started like weeks and even a month prior SOBS

ngl i dont wanna be all "hohoho im so smart" but i got that shiny sparkly 4.0 gpa and math is one of the higher ones?? my teacher hasnt even put in my exam grade yet lmao it was on dec 20 or smth but i cant have done thhhhhaaattt bad right. (ILL MANIFEST GOOD GRADES FOR YOU ANON !!! just like how i manifested my navia pulls graahh)

and omg!??! im collecting mandarin-speakers like pokemon !! and woahhhh i dont know anyone that speaks italian, thats super cool!!

byebye 🥦 anon, wishing you the best of luckkkk !!

#★ ˎˊ˗ melonrambles!#★ ˎˊ˗ inbox... anons!!#⋆˙⟡♡ᝰ.ᐟ - 🥦 anon (while im at it i may as well manifest a month long winter break)!!#id actually perish of happiness if that were the case... s ig. h

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cartooncadet666 · 1 year

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New Memes: Featuring Pointyheads (maybe OC's)

Tip: Explain the point of your smolness.

Axis: I don't even have a clue myself, I just roll with it. :D

Tip: But that doesn't explain why you're so small...

Axis: I'm just built different! I can't help my smolness!

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Desmond: *adorable confusion*

Axis: *baby squid face*

Pac: *innocent puppy eyes*

Calix: .....*inhales*

Skeebo: Don't say anything about it, let their autism do everything.

Calix: Angel darling you know I do the exact opposite of what you and lemon boy say every time.

Skeebo: Say shit and Imma kick your ass again.

Calix: OH MY WHAT A LOVELY LOOKING STONE OVER THERE-

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Skeebo being tired af: What did you do.

Dr. Buttocks: *incoherent mumbling*

Skeebo: W h a t.

Dr. Buttocks: Threw Specter into the wall on accident...

Skeebo: How tf do you throw someone onto a wall ON ACCIDENT?!

Dr. Buttocks: I don't know SHEER WILLPOWER?!

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Tip: Wait! That area is extremely chaotic, you can get really hurt. It's too dangerous to go alone, here, take this.

*he picks up Pacster and hands them the Pac*

Apex: ....Yeah I don't think I'll need it. Thank you.

Tip: Take the f*cking child or I will destroy our planet myself.

Apex: OKAY. Jeez. *takes the Pac*

Tip: :)

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*cue the moment from Cosmic Contest*

Pac: Hey! Pretty good driving for a Pointyhead.

Tip: Heh heh, you're not bad either for an orb. It's almost a shame I have to beat you!

Pac: Yeah well, may the best man win. And by that, I mean the best Pac Man!

*the doofus proceeds to speed up and gets him and Spiral yeeted off the road for a sec*

Pac: WOAH-

Tip: EYES ON THE ROAD PAC MAN! *genuine concern*

Apex: *mad af at him*

(Meanwhile, in the heavens)

Calix watching that happen: ............Um excuse me, what the actual fu-

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Desmond: Do you think he'll be alright?

Betrayus: IT'S ME BOY, I'M THE PS5 SPEAKING TO YOU INSIDE YOUR BRAIN!

Tip: *confused screeching* GET OUT OF MY BODY!!

Calix: Eh he'll be fine, he's more tougher than the rest of his team, he can handle this.

Tip: *proceeds to strangle Betrayus out of his body*

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Skeebo playing on the piano like Charlie Day: ... I don't need control, or which way to go, I just wanted to tell you all, go F*CK yourself~

Apex: I- WHA-

Betrayus: BAHAAHAH-

Buttocks: I raised him real damn good.

Tip: HOHOHO- Sh*t- *cracking up*

Skeebo: *starts rocking that solo* GO F*CK YOURSEEEEEELF~~~

*Pac, Cyli, and Spiral questioning why a shape god wanted his soul again*

Skeebo: *throws a cup at Apex and flicks off Betrayus* WOOOOOOOOoooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~

Tip: And that kids is why you go to bed early, you don't want to grow up to be like him.

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Tetris: Axis, dear, do you remember how or when you were born.

Axis: No...

Apex: =_=

Axis: But I do remember something.

Tetris: Well what is it.

Axis, who looks and sounds like a good boy: Well.. Our planet split open and I crawled straight out of hell?

*everyone being in both shock and fear*

Pointybrains: Yep. That's your kid alright.

Apex: HE'S NOT MY KID.

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Tip: And this is Skeebo. Very useful as a weapon or just to pull a 'harmless' prank on someone while releasing this beast of a teenager.

Calix: Yes, my angel can do many things, only use him for his correct purposes.

Desmond: Correction, pardon me, but don't you mean OUR angel?

Pac: Yeah come one Cal, share da Skeebs.

Calix: NEVER.

Desmond: SHARE THE SKIBSTER! WE ALL NEED OUR DAILY DOSE OF HIS EXISTENCE!

Calix: NO!

Pac: SHARE THE SKEEBEYBLADE!

Tip: COMMUNISM.

*evil cackling is heard*

Skeebo: Is this my life now...?

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Axis: Hey Api?

Apex: First off, call me by my title young man, and what, what do you want?

Axis: I made a girl cry today but I didn't mean to.

Apex: Well what happened?

Axis: Well she said 'I think you're kinda cute.' And I said, 'Well that's nice!' Then she said, 'Well don't you love me?' And I said, 'Hey listen, how would you like to be the sun of my life?' And then she said, "Oh, because I'm so bright?" And then I said, 'Well kinda, but you can start by staying 93 million miles away from me.'

Apex: ....*laughing hard af*

Tetris: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THIS CHILD?!

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Tip: I've only known Pacster for a day at that time.

*Pac being wholesome*

Tip: And if anything happens to him now, I'm going to kill everyone in this room and then myself.... Same rules apply for Axis and Skeebo.

Skeebo: Hell nah bro, Imma join you, I wanna kill someone today.

Axis: Yay murder! :D

Pac: :0

Calix: WHAT?!

Desmond: ....They're going to hell...

Calix: WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU SAY THAT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN?!

Skeebo: WE'RE THE SAME F*CKING AGE YOU BILL CIPHER RIP OFF.

Calix: BI-

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Apex is buried in the sand with only his head sticking out: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand!

Betrayus: Pac-Poseidon quivers before him!

Apex looking at the ocean: F*ck off!

Stratos: ...Why are they more chaotic than the kids?

Amaros: You think that's chaotic? Stratos he's your brother and Apex was originally my project, why do you think they're chaotic together? They don't have any brain cells left.

Jared: Amar, let's not be insensitive. They don't have a brain left, what cells would they need?

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Jared: You are grounded.... For... Till college.

Apex: FOR TILL COLLEGE?!

Jared: FOR TILL COLLEGE!

Apex: WHY?!

Jared: For kissing for that delinquent! *pointing at Tip*

Betrayus: *dramatic gasp*

Stratos: *proceeds to be uncomfortable af*

Apex: You're the one that took him under your wing!

Jared: Well this wing shall flap no more! Tip is never allowed in the cabin again, and you're not allowed to have any contact with him.

Apex: WHY?? WHat did I do that was so bad?!

Jared: OH YOU KNOW LIPSY!

Calix: ...Dad what the f*ck. I know he's your creation but seriously what the f*ck.

Axis: Nah.. Personally I would not let that slide.

Pac: Fr.

Skeebo: I wanna die already.

Stratos: WAIT YOU WHAT?!

Apex: THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR!

Skeebo: Calix, can you hit me with your bat? Please don't hold back, I'm done with everything.

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*Jared staring at Skeebo with absolute hatred*

Calix: Dad can you not? He's not doing anything.

*Skeebo staring back with a murderous intention*

Jared: I want that twink obliterated.

Skeebo: That's it.

Calix: ANGEL NO-

Skeebo: Square up b*tch, or maybe you can't, you're probably so god damn weak you can't even fight being what you are symmetrical dummy.

Calix: DAD-

Jared: OH HELL NO, COME HERE YOU LITTLE SH*T-

Calix: FOR FIVE SECONDS CAN YOU BOTH NOT?!

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Axis, about Apex and Tip: My god, would you two just get a room already? Tip: Excuse me Axis? Axis: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding? Apex: …I-

Tetris: I ship it! Pointybrains: CAN YOU NOT? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tetris: Plants have feelings too?! What is this? Now I can't have food! Pointybrains: You can eat a rock. Apex: Air. Tip: The fabric of time and space. Axis: Chugging a bottle of bleach can solve all your problems. Tetris: You guys are not helpful. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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