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personwhowrites · 1 year

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Task Force 141 watching horror movies with you. (platonic/romantic)

John “Captain” Price

The moment the movie started Price made sure you were okay. Even though you were the one asking to watch a horror movie.

When the first kill happened he shook his head in disappointment. Saying things like “You really can’t do that with a pole.” Or “Why the hell did they pick to go alone.” Or “this is why you always check your surroundings.”

He would make the smallest fit over each death, it made you laugh each time. He loved hearing your laughter and held you close, he does become silent though.

When his really interested in the movie he becomes so silent you forget his there. When he finally talks you jump and spill some popcorn.

He does cuddle you though the movie sometimes. The smell of cigars and vodka fume on him making you slightly dizzy, but happy he’s there with you.

Price more into the old horror movies after watching to many of them. He does talk about them at work with you, silently excited for the next movie night.

“That was a good movie..” Price says ruffing your hair. “Tired love?”

“Slightly.. think we can fit another movie in?” You say softly looking at Price. “Then we can head to bed before work..”

“Works with me, anything for you..” Price responds bear hugging you. “Anything for my love.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

He has the idea to watch a horror movie. He begged you none stop for you to watch the movie with him. His more of the old horror movie guy like Price. He is very picky about them, he doesn’t want so much gore since work is already to much.

When your both sitting down watching the movie he jumps to every sound and smiles wildly when the horror music turns on. It creeps you out when he gets all hyper about it.

He does give you his own jump scares. He loves teasing the fuck out you, Gaz finds it funny to see jump and then laugh at his actions he calls fun.

He is prepared with multiple movies for the night. He won’t care if it’s a work day tomorrow, he will beg you and hold onto you to stay and watch all the movies with him. Even bribe you to stay with him if it comes to that point.

“Come on! Just one more.” Gaz says holding your hand. “Please, last one I swear!”

“You said that two movies ago.. we have work..” You mumble softly rubbing your eyes. “Come on Gaz it’s getting late.”

“Please.. I’ll give you back rubs after work.” Gaz pleads once more making you finally give in.

“Fine..” you say with a sigh and sitting back down.

John "Soap" MacTavish

You two started watching some good old Scottish comedy movies. Time was lost, you started to pick out horror movies. Soap wasn’t up for it at first but after the first one he enjoyed the thrill he got from it. He later found out his more into the gore, Newer horror movies than anything else.

He does get up from time to time to grab some snacks or just stretch his legs. Saying he couldn’t stay still to much. He also complains about the first death, saying “That lad could of ran.” Or “Just move out the way you bampot!” (Slang for idiot or a character of a shady disposition)

Soap is one to also remain really silent throughout the movie. Taking in every moment to retell to his friends at work or anyone he meets.

He loves the jumpscares, it’s favorite part.

It does scare you at times while you two are in the work field he try’s to do some killer move he saw in a movie. The group questions about it but he remains silent and stares at you, a full on blank stare.

The moment he sees you dozing off into sleep he turns the movie off and tells you to sleep. If you deny soap will push you onto the couch, cover you in the blanket and wait for you to fall asleep.

“..Do you have anymore movies?” Soap asks as the last movie finishes. “These are so fun to watch.”

“I have one call Chucky, it’s an old movie.” You say scrolling through your Amazon prime. “We can watch that..”

“Does it have gore?” Soap asks with a small smile forming on his face. “Y/n?”

“Uh.. yes I believe so..” You reply slightly scooting away from him. “Jesus.. your scaring me..”

Simon “Ghost” Riley

He never likes the idea of movies. He prefers to be seating down, drinking tea and reading some old book he finds “fun”. He didn’t take to mind when you turned the tv on, and put on a horror a movie. He does look up from his book at times to see what your watching.

It finally grabs his attention when he notices you drawing the masked killer in your notebook. He studied you for a second and turns to the tv, shutting his book and crossing his arms against his chest. He figured you out. Masked man was something you had a thing for.

He starts to watch you instead of the horror movie. How you would smile each time the masked killer showed on screen and how your body displayed some sort of emotion.

Ghost pulls you close all the sudden, taking the notebook out your hands and forcing you to just watch the movie. This was new behavior for him, even he was surprise.

He slater on started to watch horror movies with you. Of course when all the members are out the base and it’s just you two. Ghost loves the Old horror movies, and the gore. His a mixture of Soap and Price. Yet he grumbles through the whole movie, slightly complaining about the bad acted deaths.

If ghost does watch movies all night, he will only request there is no Christmas horror movies. Just normal ones..

Ghost eventually points out your thing for masked killers. He teases you none stop about it, sometimes joking if he was a killer he would save you for last.

“..So the Masked man thing..” Ghost mumbles in your ear making you back up. “..Mind explaining?”

“I…” You say embarrassed now, while he stares you down. “I can’t explain it..”

“So If I was a masked killer you would have some sort of crush on me?” Ghost says crossing his arm giving you that famous stare. “Hm?”

“Who says I don’t have a crush on you?” You say making silence now fill the base.

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nyanloane · 4 months

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Nacho!! ★

I remade his ref 2 days ago! My goober evolved so much :-)

More info about him below ↴

⚡️Basics

Nicknames / Referred as : Chips boy, Cheesy superhero, Chipster

Gender : Male

Age range : 20s

Birthday : March 9th

🇫🇷 headcanon voice : Ramzy Bedia (Rapido from Ratz)

Nacho is the delivery guy of Peppino and the main rival of The Noise.

He is a playful, energized dude, generally outgoing and kind, probably the most fun person you’ll ever meet!

He goes super fast with his rollers and might act as a superhero sometimes, he also looks like one too ☆.

He is generally nice, and frank; he is not the type to lie (unless it would be for his own safety…). He still likes being provoking, teasing others, especially towards his enemies, he doesn’t waste the eventual fun!

He is also used to often drink orange juice, like, a lot of it. might be the reason why he is so energized heh?

And because of how energized he is, he can’t stay still for a second! (or at least it’s pretty hard).

Our dear hero isn't only able to make deliveries for Peppino, but also a pretty good dancer, (maybe even singer?? ✨)! He usually moves a lot and would usually twist a lot if he does a pre-existing dance, he puts his own touch into it! He seems to share some in common with the Italian man too ★.

Not only that, he is pretty good at playing basketball or any kind of sports in general. This helped him to make more precise shots if he had to throw something that requires that (on an enemy for example). It seems Nacho also has a good strength, he can lift pretty heavy things! (Even Peppino, crazy right-)

The Chipster is also used of doing pretty acrobatic moves while running, it can be pretty impressive to see him jumping around everywhere…

Outside of work, Nacho likes to spend time playing videogames, or going to arcades, it's more fun with friends! he would probably beat you on DDR haha

He also enjoys going to the cinema, always with some popcorn ☆.

Nacho is also mostly a joyful guy, filled with joy and excitement ★. He is always hyper-vitamined, cannot take a break and needs to move and do something constantly! No wonder why he gathered multiple skills and hobbies to stretch that endless stamina he contains.

Nonetheless, he can still sometimes be moody due to being upset or too tired (if he didn’t sleep well for example). In this state he wouldn’t like things he would usually do...

Nacho also likes having some attention or just showing off in general ☆. He is flexing!!

He takes a lot of care about his appearance (hair included), he is a superhero after all!

It's not hard to flatter him and he would appreciate compliments and support quite a lot ☆.

Nacho also does not really care much about money, he is even the opposite of greedy : he loves gifting, sharing to others despite not being *extremely* rich, a generous lad! ★

And just like most superheroes, no one knows what Nacho looks like without his mask nor his true identity (is Nacho his real name??).

He said that he decided to look like this to make him look "swag and mysterious".

Nacho also likes to dress differently from time to time, but he will remain keeping his mask and sometimes his gloves too while doing so.

⚡️Relations with…

💢 The Noise

Nacho and him are main rivals. They hate each other, and cannot stand each other for a minute. They would usually fight a lot, but they sometimes enjoy themselves on rare occasions, even helping the other at times but it’s not common.

It seems they know each other before the events of Pizza Tower.

Nacho doesn’t entirely hate him, but The Noise is not in the same way and wants him gone...

💖 Noisette

Him and Noisette are good friends! They share quite a lot in common, sharing the same interests like stuff with wheels ☆.

He sometimes likes to help her out with her café just to give his help.

We could see them as besties! But this friendship doesn’t make The Noise really happy about it as you may have guessed… He can be jealous, and even feel humiliated seeing his rival hanging out with his girlfriend.

Nacho sometimes needs to be sneaky while trying to chat with Noisette, her boyfriend always has an eye on him.

He also always gives a tip whenever he comes to see her!

🍝 Peppino

Speaking of his relation with Peppino, they're on good terms, and could even consider them as good pals now.

He first met him by hearing Peppino needing some help with his pizzeria, and Nacho took the opportunity to be his delivery man. At that time Peppino wasn’t really benefiting that much, but Nacho insisted on being hired him. Seems like he wasn’t really looking for money for this job. Peppino was pretty skeptical at first, not knowing Nacho at all but ended up accepting.

As time passed, Nacho was able to impress the Italian man by showing how fast he was with his job, always asking when the next order is coming! He is very motivated. After after a while, Nacho could gain some money with tips, and since he is fast for delivering the boxes, people were usually generous with him, wanted to see him delivering them!

Though, I wonder if one of them got unsatisfied with the order to come too fast heh…

When they are off work, they sometimes spend time together to have fun ☆.

⭐️ Vigilante

They're both good cheesy friendos. Despite not spending a lot of time together, they still enjoy the time they spend when they do!

🍕 Pizzaface

(If they ever encounter)

Nacho and him are both true enemies. They both despise each other a lot, but they somehow can be cool but only in a comical way.

Pizzaface would messes a lot if Nacho was seen in the tower, Nacho does not hesitate a second to mock him or make him look like a fool!

Pizzaface doesn't want to deal with another speedy guy after all, and even more annoying.

⚙️ Nabot

Nacho and them are meant to be enemies. Nacho personally has nothing against Nabot but sees them more as a goofy robot who wants to defeat him. He is not worried about it though, he even takes it easy and prefers to tease them ☆.

❤️ Pepperoncino

Nacho only met him once. All he knows about Pepper' is that he was Peppino's mentor and that he is "a nice pizza".

⚡️Likes :

Reading comics, watching movies & cartoons, collecting things he finds ‘cool’

He is very passionate about superheroes, he would discuss about them for countless hours

Helping others and giving things

Orange juice, one brand in particular 🍊

Cola

Mint flavor!

The color orange 🟠 obviously it's his fav color haha

Being complimented ✨

Dancing, music that kicks and is funky!! ♪

Playing videogames

Noisette, they're besties :)

He can be a sweet tooth at times 🍭

Ice creams, especially banana split and Sunday :p

Butterscotch popcorn 🍿

⚡️Dislikes :

The Noise >:( (grrr)

Being bothered when he is moody

Overly complicated things : can be either discussion or instructions. He would end up not caring listening

The color green 🟢, especially on him

Whenever we mess with their friends

Anything that is ‘dirty’

⚡️Fun & Facts :

Nacho is very expressive even though he would usually put his "serious face" by default

He can speak Spanish, but it not confirmed he has any kind of latino nationality

It sometimes happens that he can become drunk by drinking too much orange juice (based on a true story)

It is said that he may have wanted to be a delivery man to have some visibility this way…

He is bad at math.

He is very secured about his secret identity that the only way to see his true self would be after wedding (if it ever happens) "You might see my face after our wedding."

Nacho doesn't mind crossdressing!

His design was first inspired by the supervillain Electro (Marvel), one of his powers he can obtain is also taken from this character!

The main inspirations for Nacho are : Bugs Bunny, Superheroes (like Batman), Sonic, Rapido (from Ratz), ROBIN IS A COINCIDENCE

His english voice would be similar to Sonic.

Copy pasta from his TH profile.

#pizza tower nacho #pizza tower oc #pizza tower

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harlequinoccult · 1 year

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This might be a total coincidence but are you prince lapin? Your icon is familiar from other IF discords. what are your favourite ifs??

ah shit lads ive been found out Yeah, thats me !! the hyperfixation got so strong i needed to write my own

SPEAKING OF. you have opened pandoras box. god have mercy on you. Woe, Interactive Novels be upon ye.

CHOP SHOP by @losergames i fucking love crime. And they way everything is written? mwah. byootiful. like im watching a fucking movie.

WOLF SET FREE by @wolfsetfree-if WULFEBOUND by @wulfebound WEREWOLF NOIR by @canismaxim-games BLOOD MOON by @barbwritesstuff

I AM SO GAY ABOUT WEREWOLF SHIT YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

THE EXILE by @exilethegame I was (and am) hyperfixated on this singular game for a very very long time and my commander is the poorest little meow meow that i love repeatedly throwing against a wall and into a meatgrinder 💖

FIELDS OF ASPHODEL by @chrysanthemumgames I am so deeply unwell over Hades. but also i never noticed the simiarities that persephone and dionysus have and it makes me go insane to think about.

THE NAMELESS by @parkerlyn not only is my own bastard cat thing on an mc the most fun to draw, but it has reawakened my feralty over fae settings and fae creatures. also parker is just like. one of the sweetest people ever created??? illegal. how are they so nice.

THE NORTHERN PASSAGE by @northern-passage not only am i deeply unwell about Lea, but i adore deeply inhuman mcs <- (the transgenderism speaking). I also just like. respect the hell out of kit fr. takes absolutely no bullshit. absolute inspiration.

GREENWARDEN by @fiddles-ifs Bautista. I am unwell. do i have a type? perhaps. shut the fuck up about it. mc is deeply neurotic and a freak (complementary) (affectionate)(relatable)

SPEAKER by @speakergame one of the BEST writers of sibling interaction, hands down. one of the first twine IFs i have ever played and god it is so fuck quality. my god.

EVERYTHING BY @heart-forge oh my god. oooohhhh my fucking god. where do i begin. all of their projects are so fucking good and distinct. i can tell you i am unwell about trigger siruud and valerian and you could probably diagnose me with something but i dont care. i am going to fucking explode their shit is so quality.

EVERYTHING BY @pdrrook how do they do it. no seriously how the fuck do they do it. magic? are they fae? did they sell their soul to the devil? banger project after banger project after banger project. ALL of their shit is quality AND THEY DO NOT MISS. EVER.

THE GRAND HEIST by @thegrandheist-if BRO I FUCKING LOVE CRIME. LOVE BEING A BASTARD.

EVERYTHING BY @jaunefleurwrites fun highschool detectives!!! :) AND THEN MY FUCKING HEART GETS SHATTERED.

LEGEND OF A SAVIOR by @legend-of-a-savior-if THE DRAMA.....THE INTRIGUE......i loved fucked up cults. I loved fucked up shit. I hate my mom. thank u.

EVERYTHING BY @leftski-if bro......the softness of orcs......leftski gets it. everyday i thank them for my FUCKING life. (wolfsbane has werewolf shit, and as you know i am. Gay. About. It.)

VIRTUE'S END by @virtues-end you already fucking know who the fuck i am unwell about if you read the rest of this god damn list. dont fucking @ me. (barghest best helvling)

VENDETTA by @vendetta-if ok hear me out guys. have i mentioned the i love crime. that i love being a nasty crime boy? well jokes on you fucker im a vigilante.

THE KING'S HOUND by @the-kingshound Mordred is my fucking son and if anything happens to him i will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

BASTARD OF CAMELOT by @llamagirl28 the drama.....the fucking drama......my mordred, a literal ten year old has their shit together better than his fucking parents. this is my fucking soap opera. i have my fucking popcorn at the ready.

THE BALLAD OF DEVILS CREEK by @devilscreekballad Okay no jokes, i absolutely and genuinely hope the author of this IF gets to be in a better spot financially and health wise. This IF is so fucking phenomenal and the dedication to the time period without shirking away from sensitive topics is honestly insane. i absolutely wish them the best. 🌻

And finally, what might be the first twine if i ever played-

SCOUT by @anya-dev im crying. im scratching at the floorboards. im crawling on the walls. im barking in a cage. scout is such a fucking interesting post apoc story. the reason is unclear but at the time of the story it doesnt particularly matter. but at the same time it does so much. i want to know SO MUCH. Oliver was the fucking blueprint for my god damn brainrot.

#there are so SO many interactive fiction games that i adore that i could go on and on about but this list is already way too fucking long #i adore the if community so much and so many authors are absolute inspirations #and i sincerely hope that each and every author i follow finds great success with their works because it is so fucking phenomenal #anyway i am gushing too much and its embarrassing goodbye #princepostin #if recs

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effie-of-the-feywild · 7 days

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WELCOME BACK TO ANOTHER EFFIE PSA!!!

This time, mimic care! Now- this may be surprising to some people, but I have a pet mimic, and a rowdy one at that. His name is Chester Duncan Virens, and he takes the form of a blue polka-dot bowl filled with popcorn! I think I have a picture somewhere…

THERE HE IS!!! Look at my precious boy!

Thing is with mimics, they can be very tricky to train. Transitioning out of that craving-humanoid-flesh phase is difficult, but here are some tips and tricks I learned!

1. slowly introduce alternative foods: Chester gets hungry easily, and tends to lunge at anything with flesh. I have found that by offering other meats like jerky and rat snacks distracts him and takes him away from whatever he’s targeting. Bonus points if you put it on some wheels- mimics love to hunt!

2. chew toys!!!: Mimics are biters, and Chester attack anything that he feels threatened by. This leads to holes in clothes, furniture, and even your own flesh! Not fun. When your mimic is feeling bite-y, other a chew toy made of bone, rubber, or any other sturdy material. You can even stuff it with snacks for some enrichment.

3. correct bad behavior: Mimics don’t know what you like or dislike unless you tell them. Correcting bad behavior can be tricky, ESPECIALLY if you have a mischievous lad. What I’ve used with Chester are different tones. Soft voices and pets for good behavior, stern voice for bad behavior. You can even use some mimic-spray if you really need your mimic to stop doing something (it just scares them, but use sparingly)

4. spend time with your mimic: a mimic has to get used to you, and best way to do that is to spend time with them! If your mimic is still bite-y, try sitting outside their cage and slowly offering your hand to sniff. Gloves and armor may be needed.

5. Containment: if your mimic is a bit of an escape artist, finding the proper cage is important. Reinforced steel bar cages are strong enough to withstand a mimic’s jaws. Having fences with these bars is good too, mimics gotten get fresh air! If you wanna take your mimic for a walk, make sure you get a high quality collar with a chain leash. A mimic may be used to you, but they are still bite-y around others

Befriending a mimic is a tough but rewarding journey. Everyone can have their own ways for taming a mimic, these are just things that have worked for me! There might even be a time where your mimic doesn’t need a cage or a leash! They can be loyal companions and protectors if you can gain their trust.

#posts of the feywild #dnd oc #legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #mimic care #effie psa #how to care for a mimic #ALSO STAY OUT OF THE SHADOWS IF YOUR MIMIC IS LOOSE

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playgodwithme · 10 months

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"Any chance we can give Sticks strings? I like strings. And puppets. This will be fun."

[DEMON] AH... NOW THERE'S AN IDEA.

[STICKS] Wh- what? What's an idea?

[DEMON] THIS.

[STICKS] FUCKING-!

[DEMON] I MAY NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE. OR WHY YOU'VE CONTAINED ME IN THIS WAY. BUT IT APPEARS WHAT WE WANT IS THE SAME.

"This is gonna be fun. Let's have some fun!"

A PLAYTHING.

[STICKS] I never-

[DEMON] I AM NOT SPEAKING TO YOU. PLAYTHING.

[STICKS] Mf-!

[DEMON] HUSH.

NOW ISN'T THIS FUN? LOOK AT YOU. ALL STRUNG UP. WHAT STORIES MIGHT I TELL WITH YOU. PUPPET?

"Demon... please introduce yourself."

[DEMON] AH. BUT YOU SEE. I ALREADY HAVE. I AM A DEMON. WHAT MORE IS THERE TO KNOW?

[STICKS] Mm-

"What's your name demon."

[DEMON] MUST I HAVE NEED OF ONE? IF YOU MUST CALL ME SOMETHING. YOU ARE WELCOME TO COME UP WITH IT YOURSELF. I WILL KNOW WHEN YOU SPEAK TO ME.

[STICKS] Mfff-

"Hey demon. Add more strings to yourself. Just in case."

[DEMON] YOU ARE A FUNNY LOT. AREN'T YOU?

[STICKS] Fffff-

ffffffOR FUCK'S SAKES!!!

[DEMON] AH.

[STICKS] I AM NOT-

YOUR-

PLAYTHING!!!

I get that this is some kind of- of game to you, right? You think you can just- puppet me around, and, and- demean me like this??? I haven't done anything to deserve this! I- I have a life! I have a master's degree!!! What the fuck is your problem?!

It's pathetic is what it is! You're such a lonely, miserable little creature the first thing you encounter has to be a doll for you to toss around like some- some- CHILD!

Well I refuse to play games with a child. I am a grown-ass adult and I am not a babysitter. Find something else to play games with.

"Hey demon lad. How about you set our friend Sticks here on the ground gently, without causing them harm through action or inaction, and get yourself a nice glass of milk from the kitchen. Maybe a cookie too. You seem cranky."

[DEMON] HM. YOU WANT ME TO. LET THEM GO. FASCINATING. PERHAPS YOU ARE MORE POLARIZED THAN I THOUGHT.

BUT I DON'T LIKE THAT IDEA.

[STICKS] Hey-

[DEMON] IF I CANNOT PLAY WITH YOU.

[STICKS] Fuck off-!

[DEMON] PERHAPS I SHOULD.

[STICKS] AGH-!

[DEMON] BREAK YOU.

[STICKS] NNNGGHHH-!

[DEMON] WELL? I AM WAITING FRIENDS. WHAT DO YOU THINK? CAN WE STILL USE OUR PLAYTHING? OR SHOULD WE HAVE FUN IN OTHER WAYS?

[It seems you have a choice, up there in your seats. Put down your popcorn for a second- I know it just got interesting. Let's have a little vote. No wrong answers here. The demon or the plaything may judge you, but I promise I won't. We're all just here for a good time, right?]

#post

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creativenicocorner · 1 year

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Concept Rough Draft or something

This was initially going to be a continuation to the Serirei fic Cold Green Tea and Colder Feet but I ended up falling out of it...or perhaps the better phrasing is, thinking of a different direction for a continuation.

Yet at the same time I think this is pretty wholesome and goofy, and although I won’t continue or expand on it (who knows maybe I’ll reuse this in a future fic) I don’t want it to gather dust either.

I had a lot of fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it (if you choose to lol)

So here you go internet, today I offer a super duper rough draft concept of a fic continuation that I realized I kind of want to take in a different direction™, tomorrow who knows

Reigen interacting with the kiddos is always fun, I can’t stress how much of a rough draft this is though, welcome to my chaotic mind

Changing yourself and your life is all good and dandy, but it was getting into actually doing the work when things started to get dicey.

[yada yada Reigen and Serizawa is brought up by Teru while hanging out and watching a movie in Reigen’s apartment. Shou is also there! ]

“It’s a little more nuanced than that Teruki-kun.”

“Which is code for,” Teru made an impression of a chicken clucking away.

“Oh! The maturity level is skyrocketing!” Reigen huffed, with feigned bite, “How old are you again? You sure you’re old enough to be watching this?” To further his point Reigen thumbed to the television where someone’s arm was being cut off, and a cartoonish amount of water with red dye passing as blood was exploding with the very obvious intensity of someone playing with a garden hose.

Teruki, with a deep somber expression, flicked popcorn at Reigen’s cheek.

“Alright, I draw the line at wasting food,” Reigen chastised, though not unkindly. He plucked the thrown away kernel, blew on it, and plopped it in his mouth.

“So what exactly makes it so, quote un quote, nuanced.”

“I’ll break it down like a fraction for you. Imagine the person you have a crush on,” Reigen knew very well whom Teruki had a crush on, but spared the lad from further teasing, “you imagining him?”

“Yeah.”

“Sure?”

“Y-yeah! Get on with it!” went Teru under Reigen’s knowing leer.

Alright perhaps a small healthy dose of teasing.

Reigen lifted his hands placatingly, “alright, now imagining having to work for them.” Here Reigen made a sweeping gesture as if that explained everything for itself. “Things get tricky when, well, when there isn’t equal footing.”

Teruki watched Reigen for a bit, and nodded with a hum. “I suppose I get it.”

Reigen flourished a mock bow, “thank you. And Speaking! of the unmentioned Kageyama’s-!”

“Reigen!!”

“What are you doing here Shou? I thought your would be out and about with Little Brother-chan. Doing…things, like, like,” he floundered, unable to end on anything witty, Reigen ended lamely with, “the arcade, or something.”

Shou lifted his head from resting against his knuckles, finally turning his head so he wasn’t just looking at both Reigen and Teruki from the corner of his eye. Blue eyes piercing as ever.

“Not that you’re not welcome over,” Reigen added hastily, “In fact, it’s always a pleasure.”

Shou stared on. Reigen gulped. Then when the silence drew out for too long Shou gave Reigen’s arm a playful punch and grinned. “Just wanted to drop in. See what the fuss is about.”

“About, Death Pig: the Return of the Frankenoink?”

Shou made a vague affirmative sound.

“Well I hope it lives up to the mystique.”

“Mm, something like that.”

[something something subtext is Shou wants to vibe check Reigen cause Shou cares a lot about Serizawa.

After much persisting…eventually lead to…]

“Anyways, I don’t get what the hang up is. Didn’t he like, kiss you or something?”

“Okay, one!” here Reigen flourished before monitoring a finger, “it was a chaste little peck on the head, hardly anything to make grandma swoon about,” he flourished and administered a second finger, “two! I can’t reiterate this enough, but it is none of any kids business - in fact I don’t know why we’re still talking about it, you guys have better more interesting things to worry about. Like, grades,” this was meat by a chorus of groans, “and, uh. Arcades?”

The kids in question shrugged.

Teru leaned forward, “But like…a kiss is a kiss is a kiss, right? Like??” Teru gesticulated with his hands, “It’s still a kiss!”

“There are many cultures where kissing on the cheek is a greeting. Lets not get carried away.”

Shou snorted, “do we live in any those places, old man?!”

“Hey!” Though the fire behind being called old didn’t have its usual gusto. Because something was slowly clicking into place in Reigen’s mind. He blinked at Shou, “I, well, no…not at all…”

They stared at him.

He stared back.

They kept staring at him, waiting for the gears to click into place.

He stared back.

They kept on staring, while a deep sense of pity for Serizawa grew ever more profound.

He stared back.

Shou was the first to break the silence, “don’t you think a kiss like that might, I don’t know, I’m just ‘a brat’ here, but, in accordance to, oh, just about all tropes in the history of whatever, like, mean something??”

Teru quickly joined, with a more knowing look, “was it really nothing to write to grandma about? Or even in a diary?”

“I..” started Reigen, the teens leaned forward, fascinated. “You really think he, might, possibly, like,” Reigen slowly pointed a finger at himself, “me?” A blush brighter than the kilowatts of the sun started to bloom over Reigen’s cheeks.

Shou and Teruki threw all available pillows in arms reach at Reigen, the stupidest smart adult they had ever encountered.

No amount of pillows could wipe the contorted yet dork-ish look off of Reigen’s face as his brain skyrocketed through multiple thoughts.

“He has terrible taste in men,” was the first thought that tumbled past Reigen’s mouth before he could stop himself. As a pillow bounced off his ear, Reigen added, “and I really shouldn’t be having this sort of revelations in front of kids.”

This earned him a whole new volley of pillows.

#Seririei #SUPER rough draft #Reigen Arataka #Hanazawa Teruki #Suzuki Shou #Nico Writes #mp100

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magicaltear · 3 months

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I was tagged by @stewardofningishzida a long time ago, but I'm finally going through my Tumblr drafts. Sorry for the delay!

Last Song: Run Away to Mars by TALK

Fav Color: Dark Purple

Last Show/Movie: I've been binging the new Percy Jackson show in Disney+ with my friends, although we literally just started playing The Fellowship of the Ring to keep in the background while we fold laundry.

Fav Flavor: Sweet, I guess. Although I love the salty-sweet combination. Chocolate-covered pretzels, popcorn with a random bite of a chocolate bar...

Last Thing I Googled: "How to cook sirloin in cast iron." Aye. We're going places, lads.

Relationship Status: In a committed relationship~! ;3

Current Obsession: Doctor Strange and Jedi: Survivor!

Thanks for the tag! This was a lot of fun to do. I won't be tagging anyone this time, but everyone is welcome to try the game! ♡

#tear-chan talks #tumblr game #stewardofningishzida

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sorrel-haven · 8 months

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Pixies and Pranks: A Super Serious Conversation

A super cute drabble colab between me and @ro-valerius !

Context: Doremi is actually a pixie, and has a new found love of messing with Tofu.

Tofu belongs to Ro-Valerius

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Doremi skipped as she strolled the neighborhood. She found she quite liked skipping, it was almost like flying but on the ground. She wasn’t sure where she was going, maybe to visit Punk, or perhaps it would be fun to go fight a creature outside the Goblet. The possibilities only grew as she hummed to herself.

She paused when she noticed Tofu sitting out front of Melodia. He seemed to be absorbed in his own thoughts and hadn’t quite noticed her yet. An impish grin appeared on her face as she thought, that might be a good chance to catch him off guard.

Tofu had a lot on his mind, and a lot to sort through. He had noticed the lalafell skipping, but had forgotten that Doremi is the form Daen Lad takes to walk among mortals and thought nothing of them; it would be no new thing for someone to come to Melodia on a day the venue opened, and that day was one such day.

Doremi skipped down to the wall where the path dipped down. Her small stature ment she was out of sight. She snapped herself out of existence and reappeared in Tofu’s lap with a lighthearted, mischievous, “Boo!”

He had half a mind to pretend to be surprised for her sake, but instead, he patted her gently on the head. He didn’t really look at her, instead struggling to reel in his thoughts. Should he have questioned the sudden lap occupant? Probably, but he was surprisingly used to it by that point. And, now that she was closer, he noted who she was, and though it surprised him that she wasn’t being outright hostile to him like she used to, it didn’t show in his demeanor.

“I’ll get you one day…” She squinted at the viera.

“Good luck,” he said dryly.

“Sooooo~ You sure seem more… Spacey than normal, which is saying a lot!” she teased. She looked up and poked his face, fishing for a reaction. He pushed her hand away from his face absently.

“I’m not spacey. I am well aware of what is going on around me, just…have a lot to think about,” he grumbled.

“You always look like you’re not here. It’s what makes you look spacey! Buuuut~ what’s so pressing in that oh so busy brain of yours hm?” She apparates a little bag of popcorn - This snack was much more delightful being able to eat it by the handful.

“Pressing? Pirates. But that I can deal with. Fighting is easy, knowing how to act in social situations, however, is hard. And there’s a lot of…emotional clutter going on in there, too.” He groaned and buried his face in his hand. “I should just…not think about it until later.”

“Mmmmh I think you should think about it! Clearly you want to, deep, deep, deeeeeeep down. but you’re running away. Why is that?” She bounced a popcorn off his nose.

“No thanks, not going into this, not with you of all people,” he very firmly said, finally looking down at her with a mildly horrified expression. He did not want to go into relationship talk with Daen Lad of all people. He didn’t even understand what was going on, what would he even begin to tell them?

“Oh ho~ what’s ‘this’ then?” they asked with delight. “Come oooonnn you can tell me. Did something happen? You mentioned emotions… Oh! Did something happen with the Dear One~?”

A blush lit up Tofu’s face and he looked away. “I-I already don’t understand anything that is happening, I especially do not need you making it worse.”

“I won’t make it worse!” Doremi feigned offense, putting a hand to her chest.

She deadpanned and ate some popcorn. “You do that yourself by forcing yourself to ignore it.”

He returned the deadpan look with one of his own. “You are a pixie, your whole thing is muddling the mind. And I’m not…ignoring it, just putting it aside for now.”

“Why bother muddling your mind? You’re doing a fine job yourself,” she scoffed, flicking another popcorn at his forehead. “‘Putting it aside.’ is just the same as ignoring it. Letting it fester will rot the mind faster than anything I could do to you.”

“The way I see it, I am an impartial third party, who caaaan keep a secret until it’s no longer a secret.” Doremi inspected a piece of popcorn nonchalantly.

“Fourth,” he said flatly. Upon their confused expression, he elaborated. “There are three parties involved, you would be a fourth- Nevermind. Why are you suddenly so interested in what I am thinking or feeling?”

“Why indeed~?” She grinned slyly and popped the popcorn in her mouth. “So~ Fourth… I see things are developing quickly. Two rabbits and a cat~”

“You’re not getting anything out of me until you answer why. I don’t know your intentions, why would I trust you?” he asked, his voice flat.

Doremi sighed dramatically.

“... You just got them,” she said, not elaborating. She looked up at Tofu; he had a painfully confused look on his face which made her sigh again. “Emotions. You just got them! I’m interested ‘cause you have something to be interested in! You were so… boring before. But now you care and that switch, that change! It’s terribly interesting.”

His eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t that I didn’t care before…” he grumbled.

“But you were shut off! You might as well have had nothing behind those eyes. But now… I can see behind them. I see that spark and I want it to grow! Don’t shut down again, I would hate to see that.” She looked him in the eye. She was serious, for just a moment - a fleeting moment as she flicked another popcorn, aiming at his ear.

“It would be less complicated to shut down again, but…I don’t want to hurt them by doing so, and I promised I would figure things out. Just. Eventually, you know?” he murmured. He buried his face again, this time in both hands. “It’s just…a lot right now.”

“I know. I know. You’re still used to the floodgates being closed. It’s a lot to take in.” She patted Tofu’s cheek.

“Listen. I need to be clear headed when we go to deal with the pirate situation. I can’t be getting into this right now-”

“Oh and going into the pirate situation with it all on your mind is suuuuch a good idea! It won’t be distracting at aaaaaalllll~”

“Have you forgotten how I get in the face of battle? There won’t be anything else. That’s why…fighting is easier.”

“Ahh but your Dear Ones will be going into this battle with you. Are you sure that you can keep the gates closed with them in the thick of it, with you?” Doremi asked and then ate another handful of popcorn.

“Whether I acknowledge these emotions or not won’t change how I will be. They were already important before, love has not changed my willingness to put myself between them and danger. Because it’s better if it’s me, regardless,” he said, a hard to read expression on his face.

A wild grin spread across their face. They stood in his lap and took his face in their hands.

“Oh my dear rabbit. Love makes all the difference. Love will influence what they do as well, keep this in mind. They don’t want you getting hurt anymore than you want them getting hurt!”

“I- Talking about it won’t change anything. I-I’ll just have to be extra vigilant.”

“Talking about it would untangle it! Which would, in fact, change things! It will be a weight off your chest and it will clear your damn head.” She squished his cheeks.

Tofu’s face went flat and he lifted Doremi up, setting her on the deck next to him and standing up. “Not getting into this with you.,” he said stubbornly, making his way to the door; Melodia would be opening soon.

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp stories #guest appearance #doremi remi

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kristsune · 1 year

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Well there was plenty of silliness to be had during geoguessr including such fun as: big lads, plumage (screenshot included), logic, dog dad voice, lord fisher, religion house, Tim Cannot Handle Confrontation (mood), plus the popcorn story, this is how we do it, get into the mic, so your knob falls off, big sky country, delicious points, Tim is a big deal, get ‘em Monty, aggressively propositioned, put the dog in a bag, where’s the money, graz everyone, the governess, YOU’RE IN DEEP WALES NOW BOYS (feat Erin cackles), dogussy, Stream Breaks, turbo solarium, stairway to heaven, hahahahahaha, any MORE?!, and shut up.

art by erebusodora screenshots by me

#the brothers meredith #tim meredith #sam rae #erin enfys #amy dickinson #my audio #absolutely hilarious #loved it #great times #i also did pretty well considering i never played geoguessr myself

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demonicpiano · 1 year

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S L I M E for the fandom asks

SLIME? SLIME, you mad lad. All right. :P

(Fandom meme ask seen here)

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged).

England's favorite movie genre is *Horror,* though less of the hack-and-slash, but more of the thriller and suspense types. He's not ticklish. He's also a cuddler. Wait, aren't all those canon...? 😉

Okay, fine. For Austria, I headcanon him to need a cane, and he may have some trouble/flare-ups with moving/moving quickly and he needs a patient, easy-going companion. He's also a ‘One Person I Need and One Person Only' kind of guy, but if there's a +1, he won't complain too much.

I used to headcanon the hair curls/cowlicks on him, the Italies, America, etc. were like whiskers on a cat. They use them to feel around or sense somethings in the breeze. Or something.

This asks for a personal headcanon, you get a bunch.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike).

I don't hate any of the canon characters! I only hate Uke England and he's not canon so This one's a bit tough. I'd say I'm leaning on the positive side of neutral with anybody with not a lot of screentime in a large cast such as this.

Uh, let's just grab someone random—Bulgaria. He seems like a funky little fellow (affectionate). I imagine he cosplays with Canada and Japan. He's just a dude trying to get by in a crazy world. 🙏

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Stopped me from liking any fandoms? No, but I do have some fandoms blocked so they don't clog up my dashboard. Some fandoms I'm okay peeking over and getting the popcorn, like Good Omens. That seems like a good time. Other fandoms I don't care about in the first place, such as Game of Thrones, or Homestuck.

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you).

No prob! As much as I don't like some things, I always try to remind myself of any good little nuggets I can find that would make people like it in the first place. Always good to have all the information before seething over something properly.

I don't ship RusPru, Russia x Prussia. But that makes some damn fine fun times in Cardverse. Always a fan of a jokester messing around with the monarchs.

Also Prussia, as cocky and on-top-of-the-world as he made himself to be, brought down and scared of somebody else...hmmm. :) That's a good thought to chew on.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

Back in the Day™ I've done nothing but write crack fics. Nowadays, I have an itty trilogy of the Allies all sharing a tent (omg and there was only one tent) that I'm quite proud of, it's exactly like an episode of Hetalia, and that is cracky and hilarious on it's own!

Or. You know. A whole-ass USUKUS monsterfucker series.

#Piano Keys #headcanon zone #THE SIN BIN #hetalia #hws

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a-crash-in-time-collection · 2 years

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Chapter 22: Hidden Bird Fears

The Conductor still didn't get along with DJ Groves after all this time. Granted, they got along much better than when Hat Girl first came to this planet years ago. But still, it was far from perfect. Partly because the Conductor refused to think it could ever be. He would be lying if he claimed Groves wasn't the nicer of the two, but still, DJ Grooves had said things before. Done things before. Things that made the conductor mad.

Granted, it was mostly just movie stuff, so it wasn't truly harming anyone. But he still recalled that night all that time ago, the night DJ Grooves almost took the Hat Lass's life. Granted, he would have never done so anyway, but still, the insanity of the bird. It crossed even the Conductor's lines of insanity. Mind you, he was the bird to put a real bomb on his train. If that was not saying something, he wasn't sure what would.

Sure, the moon penguin was doing much better now. And he and Conductor could stay in the same room for ten minutes and not start some sort of argument. But that one moment always stuck with the Conductor. He never wanted to admit it, but it was one of the few times in his life he felt true fear. Just the moon penguin's voice alone that night was something that had bothered him for a long time. It didn't sound right.

He was sure all of that was why he tended to be protective of his family when DJ Grooves was around, even if no one, including him, noticed it. A small part of him was worried that maybe, just maybe, a part of that Grooves was still in there. And that if he turned away for too long, something bad would end up happening. He just couldn't let that happen. Not to him, his owls, his family. Call him paranoid, but he wasn't going to let it happen.

It always bugs him a tiny bit that Mary liked the Penguins movie. Not just because DJ Grooves' movies were trash mind you. It was because he felt like Mary could end up in a situation similar to the one the lass was in. DJ Grooves being nice and letting her star in his movies, and something cracking in the penguin's mind. Granted, Mary had no magical hourglass that Grooves would be interested in, but still, what if...

"Stay away, it's mine!" He was driven out of his sleep-like trance of staring at paperwork by the young shouting. He walked out of the office with a small sigh as he glanced into his living room, Conductor Jr stuck his tongue out as he held a popcorn bowl out of reach of Crow. The grandkids had come over for a visit and as he had expected, chaos came with them. "You can all go make yer own, this is all mine!"

"Come on!" Crow said, crossing his arms faintly. "You don't need a bowl that big to yourself, it's as big as your head!"

"G-Guys, please stop!" Mary called from nearby, letting out a small sneeze as she did. Poor thing had a small cold, nothing major thankfully, but it made her quieter than normal. The conductor quickly checked on her first, even though in the back of his mind he knew she was ok. She looked at him and just gave a small nod before she could ask anything. "They're just getting a little loud, grandpa. I-It's no big deal."

"Alright, that's enough fun." The Conductor said as he walked over, easily taking the popcorn-filled bowl from Junior. The smaller version of him pouted, but there wasn't anything he could do. The Conductor just let out another chuckle at that as he walked back into the kitchen, glancing over at Harmony. "Summer sure has the lads and lassies excited, doesn't it. Junior doesn't flat out steal often."

"Dad, please don't try and hurt him indirectly," Harmony said with a head shake, as the Conductor gave an innocent shrug. She simply glanced out a nearby window in response, watching the night sky for a brief moment. The stars slowly move past them all. Or rather them moving past them. She shook her head as he walked over. "They're growing up quickly, almost a little too quickly. It seems like they already have their whole lives planned out."

"Hey, they get that from me." The Conductor said, placing a hand on his chest with a proud smile on his face. Harmony chuckled with a small nod in acknowledgment, it was a story they all knew well. Sure, he spent a few years as just a train conductor before he became a director, but the dream of making movies seemed to be with him since day one. "Besides, surely that would put ya to rest."

"I suppose..." She sighed as she glanced out at the group in the living room. The kids were mostly just sitting around the TV at this point, either watching the movie on screen or messing with one another quitely. She glanced over at Conductor Jr for a moment then looked back at her father. The Conductor noticed and gave a slight head tilt. "I'm just worried they're goin' to start and not like it, then have no plan."

"I suppose that could be an issue for some." The Conductor said, crossing his arms. He knew she was mostly talking about Junior when she said that, and he couldn't completely blame her. It was understandable that the young bird blindly wanted to be just like him, but sometimes even he felt it was a step too far. He then let out a hum. "If ya want, I could take Junior and the others to the studio tomorrow with me."

"Really?" Harmony asked as she faced him. "You sure that's a good idea. I wouldn't want them buggin' you."

"trust me, if anything they'll just keep me from snappin' at DJ Peckneck." He chuckled as he crossed his arms. Harmony let out a sigh and just gave a small nod, not much she could do to change her dad's mind after all. He walked into the living room and let out a fake cough to get the kid's attention, all looking over at him. "So. Yer mother and I were talkin', and ya know what? I think it is time for you lads and lassies to see me at the studio."

"Really!?" Junior asked, instantly happy and intrigued by the statement. He let out his fake cough a moment later before staying there with a smug look on his face, trying to cover up his brief moment of excitement there. A few of the other grandkids looked decided, while some looked like they were debating. "Yes, you need to take us all to the studio! We need to see where our family greatness has come from!"

"I and Crow have something tomorrow though," Raven said, noting the glare Junior gave him. "What?"

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to work out a time to take you two another time then. Relax, it's not like I'll die anytime soon." Although that got Junior to wipe off his glare, Mary seem to let out a small whine at that. He briefly glanced over, and felt a little bad, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I'm jokin' lassie, you don't get too worried about old me. Ye would have to battle Subcon's ghost before ye did."

"A-Alright then... can I go to the studio with you all then," Mary said, and the Conductor nodded. Sure he would have to keep an extra eye on her, but he should be able to handle it. His only worry was that she might end up wandering off to find DJ Peckneck. But he could fix that, he just would have to figure out how. She let out a smile. "Yay! T-That could be fun. I always wanted to see how the movies bird made come to life.."

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In the end, Rosetta ended up not going as well, so when he walked into the studio the next day with Mary, Junior, Strom, Chole, and Georgie, the owls knew there would be trouble, but not as much as there could have been. They all were instantly wanting to look around every little space of Dead Bird Studios as soon as they walked through the door, luckily Conductor was able to keep his sight on all of them before they could try anything.

Mary had glanced over shyly at any Moon Penguins they passed, as the Conductor already had to grab her hand to keep the risk of her wandering off as minimum as possible. If anyone could ask about it, he just mentioned she was sick so he wanted her to stay near him. It wasn't a lie after all, even if Mary was already doing much better today than the day before. Anything to keep her away from DJ peckneck. If he could go through the whole day without seeing him, that could be perfect. He knew a way that could be.

"Now, one of the most important things about movies is when to use something, and when to not." He mentioned as he walked to where his train was a station, his grandkids beside him looking at the train in awe, epically Junior. Granted, this wasn't their first time seeing the train, nor would it be far from the last, but they seemed in a trace every time they were near it. "Did you know most birds use rooms instead of an actual train?"

"What?!" Junior said, shocked as he looked at his grandfather, who simply nodded. It didn't make sense to the young bird, how would they capture the movement of the train, just have there be no windows, that was so dumb. It wasn't like his grandfather had the only train on the planet after all! They could get one for their movie. "Fools, all of them. They don't understand how to capture the life of these trains."

"Can you cool it a little bit, please?" Storm asked as he looked over. "Ships are much cooler anyway."

"Oh boy, I should have seen this happening. Now we're going to be dealing with these two arguing the rest of the day." Chole said as he covered his ears, Junior quickly tried to start a fight and Strom just stood his ground on his claim. Georgie had just sat down nearby and was writing things in that book of his, lucky him. "Well, I guess to get the argument out of the way. I probably should have stayed home."

"Alright, settle down ye two." The Conductor said as he walked up to the two birds, gently pushing them away from one another as he looked between the two of them. Junior started another small rant about how trains were clearly better and Storm just stood there, arms crossed and not caring either way. He let out a sigh. "Fightin' can be fun and all, but over such simple things?"

"You know how birds can be," Georgie said looking over. The Conductor gave a small nod at that, it was true. He just looked back down at the two again, and eventually, Junior sighed and stopped his rant. Instead, he quickly focused on the train itself, likey thinking of one day being the one driving it. That will be fun to eventually see. "Alright... people can quickly be won over with certain objects post-argument then."

"Uhh, Grandpa?" Mary asked, the Conductor looking over briefly at the young girl's voice. She was standing between two of the carts, likely trying to avoid being seen by any of the owls nearby. She almost seems to let out a squeak when someone walks past, trying to back into the shadows more and more. "I uhh..." She looked to the side. "I-I was hoping you could show us how you make your music for your movies?"

"Ahh, the Owl Express Band is mostly to thank for that, lassie!" The Conductor said with a smile. He could hear some of the band's toons in the back of his head just thinking of the name. Mary gave a small nod to that, just looking up at him and tapping her fingers together slightly. He looked around, trying to see if the band was nearby, but they didn't appear to be. "I'll have to have ye meet the lads if I can find them."

"T-Thats ok," Mary said quietly, letting out a small cough as she sneaked further into the small area. The conductor let out a small hum at that, he really should go ahead and try and find something for her. There had to be some water around, after all, the studio was in the middle of a freakin desert after all. "I-I just wanted to know how it was put into the movies and made. It makes it all feel so.. nice I guess."

"It surely does, a movie isn't a good movie without some great music!" The Conductor smiled. "Helps give scenes extra meanin'. We use normal means to put music into films, recordin' studio 'nd stuff."

"Ok then.." She said and took a glance around. He gave a small nod as he backed away, quickly turning around to see Junior climbing on some boxes to reach something. He let out a sigh as he walked over to him and gently placed him down. He was like that when he was younger too, but it still wasn't a good idea. "I'll just... stay here wh-while you show the others around the train. It's nice, a-and quiet."

"Yer lost," Junior said with a shrug, as he quickly went to the race to the front of the train, just barely being stopped by his grandfather garbing his arm. Junior looked up at him and then took a breath and tried to go in a more formal pose, getting some chuckles from Chole and Strom. The conductor let a small bit of one out as he let go of his arm. "We need to see the inside of this, it must have so much inside. So many things to do."

"Hold on there Lad." Conductor said. "Let me go grab somethin' for yer wee sister first."

"He was going to end up showing us it anyway, don't look too upset about it, Junior. For our sake." Chole said, Junior, sticking his tongue out as the Conductor shook his head as he went looking for something, trying to make sure to stay within earshot at least. Although he felt one of the owls could stop them before they did something. "Just try and be at least a little patient? That's what a good train conductor could do."

"Yeah, go ahead and chill." Storm's voice called with a chuckle, the Conductor shaking his head. Chole did have a point, maybe he should ask him if he's thought about a spot on the train when he was older. It took him a few minutes to find water, likely taking it from some owl who left it on the table. But oh well, it was their loss. "Hey..." Storm was glancing around as he approached the group again. "Where did Mary go?"

"What?!" The Conductor asked, racing over quickly. Sure enough, he couldn't spot her anywhere. "Oh, Lassie! Where did you go? Did any of ye see her?!"

"Don't worry grandpa, she has to be around somewhere," Georgie said as he placed down his book, beginning to look around the train carts where they last saw her. There wasn't any real sigh of her there, not in the shadows or even under the carts. Not that Georgie expected her to be under there anyway. "She's not like Junior, she couldn't have gone too far." He said, Junior glancing over with a hidden glare.

The conductor just nodded at Georgie's words, but he couldn't focus on them. He knew he knew she most likely went off to see DJ Peckneck, but she could get hurt! The studio was big after all, and there were some unsafe areas in it. What if when he found her, she couldn't get up. What if she wasn't breathing? What if DJ Grooves snapped for the first time in years and hurt her. What would he do if that happened!?

He was going a little crazy. DJ Grooves wouldn't hurt her, right? He honestly just hoped everyone was right about him being parioded.

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Mary didn't mean to go far. At least, not at first. She just thought she heard DJ Groove's voice from a nearby hall and went to see. When he wasn't there, she told herself he must just be a little further down the hall. And Grandpa would get her if she went too far. She was quicker than she realized because before she could even process it, she found herself in a completely different part of the studio.

Owls and Penguins alike were out and about, and Mary had ducked into one of the nearby open rooms hoping to wait for them all to leave. She was shakey though, she didn't know where grandpa or any of her brothers were. She found herself tearing up, letting out a small cough here and there. She didn't want to be all alone in a place like this! Where were the others when she needed them! She couldn't be that far.

Eventually, she grabbed a nearby piece of fabric to wipe her tears into as she sob. She thought she heard something in the background, but wasn't completely sure. She just stayed there, trying to ignore all around.

"Hello?" A young voice suddenly call, making Mary let out a small gasp in shock at first as she looked around the room. It was a room with lots of mirrors and a few closets, likely where the actors got ready. But there was a small playpen set up in the middle of the room, a young penguin inside of it. She was Dinenna, Groove's daughter. The toddler let out a giggle as she reached for the fellow bird. "Hi, Hi!"

"Uhh, H-Hello," Mary said, her voice barely above a whisper. She wiped away some more tears from her feathers, and stood up after a moment, slowly heading over to the playpen. She didn't want to risk getting into any trouble, but no one else was around. So it should be fine. She looked down at the small bird once she got there. "I-I'm sorry... I-I was just looking around here and I-I think I-I got lost. I-I don't know where to go..."

"You wanna play?" The small penguin asked with a giggle. She didn't fully seem to understand the idea of being 'lost'. She reached for one of the plushies in the pen and handed it to Mary with a giggle. Mary took it gently as she glanced at it, then back at the small penguin as she took another plushie and held it up, her wobbling slightly as this was a bigger one. "Rawe, you better get away. Or me shall get you!"

"Oh n-no!" Mary said, letting out a small giggle at that, the small penguin going after her as she moved around the outside of the playpen. She would sometimes have her plush gently 'attack' the other one. Dianna just kept laughing as she followed her movements. Mary couldn't help but smile, she wasn't sure she had this much fun in a while. "You can never beat me, little one! I have powers beyond-"

"Oh, what's going on in here?" A familiar voice called as Mary just froze, dropping the plushie back into the playpen. Dianna didn't seem to mind, instead of giggling as she looked at where the door was. Mary turned around slowly, and sure enough DJ Grooves was standing there, a confused look on his face as he walked over. "Mary, right?" He asked gently, getting a nod. "What are you doing all the way here, darling?"

"G-Grandpa was showing us around the place and, I-I got lost." She whispered, and DJ Grooves gave a small nod. He heard the Conductor's grandkids would be here today, but he knew it was a bad idea to go see for himself. The last thing he needed was the Conductor blaming him for something, he knew how the old bird was. "I-I found your daughter here and I just... decided to play." She said. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything bad."

"Nothing's wrong with playing with her, Mary." DJ Grooves said. "I'm just worried about your family, they must be worried about you."

"She fun, Daddy!" Dianna called from her playpen, DJ Grooves looking over with a small smile. He gave Mary a gentle tap on her shoulder, as he went to pick Dinenna up, the young penguin giggling in joy at that. He then turned back to Mary, who had begun tapping her fingers slightly, as if she didn't know what to say. "She raced around from my attacks, I breathed fire. Fire like a star!" The young penguin giggled.

"Did you now?" DJ Grooves said, raising his brow as Dinenna gave a giggle nodding. He let out a small hum at that and looked back at Mary. She glanced up at him, a little unsure, as he began to head to the exit of the room. He glanced over and waved her over, Mary following because she didn't have too much of a choice. "Let's go grab something for you in the breakroom, little darling. I'll have one of my penguins look around for your grandpa."

"Alright..." She said, taking his flipper gently as they began to walk down the hall. The nearby penguins were a bit confused at the sight, but none of them thought to question it. The last thing they wanted was an angry Conductor turning the corner, although granted that was still a big possibility. "I-I just wanna say, I like your movies, a-a lot." She said gently and quickly. "I-I just think they're so cool."

"Well thank you, darling, nice to know someone in your family has taste." DJ Grooves said, giving a small wink. Mary giggled a little bit at his tone there, clearly, he had gotten past the arguments she heard about in the past. Or, at least he did a little bit. She fell quiet again as he opened the door, them stepping into a breakroom-like area. "Now, is there anything, in particular, you want from here Mary?"

"Maybe a sandwich, i-if it's no problem," Mary said, slowly walking over to a table. DJ Grooves nodded and went over to the fridge to look for something, Dinenna giggling around in his arms. He gave the young one a small smile as she kept reaching over to Mary, Mary giving a small shy wave in return. She looked to the side after a moment. "I-I'm still really sorry for bugging you DJ Grooves. I-I know you must be as busy as grandpa."

"Hey, we all need a break from work anyway." DJ Grooves replied simply. He would be lying if he said he always knew that. He used to drive himself into his work so much, to the point where it was unhealthy. At least the Conductor managed to stay in a mostly sane state during all the years they spent making movies here. "Now, are you a PB&J type of bird?"

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It took around ten minutes for the moon penguin DJ Grooves told to find Conductor to find said bird. They almost wished they didn't, as he looked like he was going to tear apart everything at that very moment. Despite not being able to see any eyes the Conductor may have had, the penguin could have sworn a bit of fear-filled them when they mention Mary was with DJ Grooves. Before anger filled them again and he raced off.

The Conductor was silently panicking, and a small part of him was scolding himself. He knew she was going to go to Grooves! Was he doing something bad to her?! No, he couldn't be. He couldn't. He needed to fight the idea DJ Grooves was capable of harming another child. He has his own now for crying out loud! Although part of him still worried, and that part of him kept him racing down the halls even when his body begged him to stop.

He more or less slammed the door against the wall when he finally got to the breakroom, the birds inside all flinching a bit at the force and sound.

"Where the peck is Mary!?" He shouted blindly, only for part of him to regret it when he heard the young girl's whimpers. He glanced at the table where he saw Grooves just standing by it while Dinenna was coloring on the table. There was some paper and crayons near Mary as well, but his mind didn't properly register that as he went over. "Are ye ok Mary?! Did you get hurt by a movie prop or somethin' Grooves had laying around."

"N-No, I'm fine," Mary said quietly, letting out a small sound. He took her hands in his as he looked around her, there didn't seem to be any signs of wounds. Because why would there be? DJ Grooves wasn't going to hurt her, the paranoid part of him cooled down a bit. She glanced over at the table where the pictures now lay. "D-DJ Grooves found me near his daughter and stayed with me until you came to get me."

"I couldn't leave the little darling alone." DJ Grooves said, and the Conductor had to do his best to not respond with a glare on impulse. "Although it was cute seeing them play with each other."

"Yeah yeah I'm sure it was, but I was looking for a long time." Conductor said. He was tired and likely would have just left the room without saying anything if he didn't have the owls keeping a sharp eye on the other four. He would have to keep them all from mentioning the whole Mary getting lost thing, he didn't want to be labeled as the worst grandfather ever. "I don't even understand how she just got away so fast."

"Well, if you were fast when you were younger, I would understand." DJ Grooves gave a small chuckle, and the Conductor just shook his head. He was fast when he was younger, but still the comment. He looked back at Mary, who had gotten down from the chair. Seemingly ready to go but part of her not wanting to, he could tell. "Just try and have an extra pair of eyes if possible... Then again, I'm not the best to judge."

"That's clear as peckin' day." The Conductor mumbled. He looked over at Mary. "Come on Lassie, let's go."

"O-Ok.." Mary said, reaching for the picture.

"Actually... Can I talk with you for a minute, Conductor?" DJ Grooves asked. He pointed to the nearby door, and the Conductor let out some mumbles as he walked to it, his steps with some force in them. Dianna giggled at that as the disco penguin chuckled, following his fellow bird. As soon as the door closed, he stopped and glanced over at the Conductor. "I know something is bothering you. You can tell me."

"Why is it any of yer business?" The Conductor asked, venom faintly in his voice as he tilted his head. Any nearby owls or penguins knew to go ahead and back out of the room then.

"Because we're supposed to be friends now, or at least friendly to one another." DJ Grooves said. Before the Conductor had a chance to make another comment, the penguin lowered his glasses so his eyes could be shown. "You're scared I'm going to hurt someone eventually, aren't you?"

"Why-"

"Look, I've been scared of that from time to time too." Grooves said, leaving Conductor in a state of what appeared to be shocked for a moment. "I know I'm a better bird now. But, I think we still both worry about what would have happened if I.." he took a small breath. "...Killed the little darling that night, all those years ago."

The conductor stayed silent for a moment, before sighing and shaking his head. "Why are ye so good at these things?" He asked himself. He looked back up at the penguin, who could only have a small shrug. "Ok, ye got me, happy? Look, it's not because I still want to hate you with every fiber of my bein'. I know you wouldn't do that. It's just the.. 'what if', ya know?"

"We all know. I bet Hat Girl knows better than any of us." He paused for a moment. "I'm going off-topic, but have you heard from her recently?"

The Conductor shook his head. "Word is she and her mental brother got grounded. Knowin' them they'll be all over once they aren't."

"That will be fun to see." DJ Grooves chuckle, before letting out a sigh. "Still... We've gotten better over these past few years at different things. But for you, letting go of the past has always been a struggle. Now, I'm not saying forget what I did, but... maybe not try and show it every other time you look at me?"

"You can't see my eyes, so how do you know when I'm even lookin' at you." The conductor asked with a smirk.

"Almost 20 years of being in this building with you has, darling." DJ Grooves smiled as he put his glasses back on, the Conductor letting out a faint mumble. "Just know you can trust me, alright."

The Conductor glanced to the side, silent.

The Penguin sighed. "Will it help if I give you permission to knock me out if I ever do start acting like that again?"

That made the Conductor grin. "You had me at 'knock out'." He chuckled as Groove rolled his eyes behind the glasses. The conductor made his way to the door. "Well Grooves, I need to be gettin' the lassie back to her siblings, before one of them calls Harmony."

"Alright darling, alright." DJ Grooves chuckled as they went back into the room. Both paused a bit as Mary and Dianna returned to drawing, catching Mary gently pulling a crayon away from the toddler's mouth. He then briefly glanced at the Conductor and whispered. "Oh, just so you know, Mary likes my movies better."

"I'm well aware of that, you pecking jerk."

#a hat in time #a hat in time fanfic #ahit the conductor #ahit dj grooves #ahit owls #ahit moon penguins #ahit conductor grandchildren #tw past trauma

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kursed-curtain · 2 years

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5, Grahahaaaaaam

ooh, guilty pleasures for the boy! Spicy!

First thing that comes to mind is the snack-stim story, which is also context for that middle row far left drawing in that one graham stimming art piece I did? So call that a two-in-one, haha! Basically the headcanon that he likes to snack while working and that typically it's something small with a good easy texture for him. (So instead of my personal M&M's, popcorn, french fries, he likes chocolate chips! Alternatively stuff like mints, small very sweet sugary candies)

^ No.1's trying to help regulate his eating habits so he doesn't get nauseous again while working. Once, No1 caught graham like almost done with a whole bowl of chocolate chips and yep that was the last straw. You're going to get sick, sire.

Lad's a foodie! Going to sneak into the kitchen again to just make pancake for himself. Plus there's also the thrill of the 'heist' of sneaking into the kitchen late night haaaa

And generally just, doing not-so-kingly things for the fun of it. He doesn't have a lot of time for himself! Let him indulge

No3 taught him a bit of piano, he plays sometimes but not often. Usually it's just him messing around, literally (piano) key smashing, and then sometimes he's caught doing that lol.

There's probably more but I can't think of any off the top of my head 乁( . ര ʖ̯ ര . )ㄏ

#ask game #kings quest #graham

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dcviated · 11 months

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nobody knocks around here :: open

send a symbol for my your muse to walk into a room whilst yours mine is

@starryskied sent: 🎬watching a movie ( the birbs, flipped )

The stage is set. But not for dancing or another similarly artful display of physicality. Oh no, there can be time for that later. Instead, when Astesia steps into the media room, likely drawn by the flickering of lights and thump of sounds coming from the door, she finds a birb. He's sitting in the corner on a large beanbag, a pail of buttery popcorn in hand and eyes fixed on the large screen at the back.

Typically, the room is used for educational presentations or having some fun during the off days for the children. It would seem, however, that Zephyr had commandeered it for himself in the late hours for his own amusement. By himself? Lad...

On the screen is a hardboiled looking detective, cigarette betwixt grit teeth and a neat looking hand crossbow levelled down at some poor shmuck in the gutter. Talk of betrayal, the truth needing to be found, and folly of turning against one another. It's a tense moment, and quickly does Zephyr beckon the woman inside.

Yes, he's patting the spot next to him on the beanbag. But there's plenty of other seats to take.

"C'mon c'mon! This is a really good part!"

#starryskied #starryskied :: astesia #muse :: wylan #inbox :: answered ic #verse :: arknights #you dont want to miss this

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theboysfromaustin · 2 years

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Anders stopped at the bottom of the stairs, peering into the living room. He could see his dads of two weeks cuddled on the couch, watching Law & Order reruns, talking to each other. "I don't see it." "Really? Just like you." "Mmmmaybe." "Spitting image." "I guess he is also an attorney…" "Yeah, lighten the brows and split the left one into three…" "Are you attracted to Sam Waterston?" "Yeah, because he looks like you." "Mmmm, but he doesn't have a sweet little boyfriend." "Very true."

Anders cocked his head, listening. He wasn't used to having parents that were….openly affectionate with each other. His birth mother and the father he'd grown up with hadn't been that way. His father had always behaved very rigidly around him - ex-army in the first Gulf War, he'd also always wanted him to go into the army like he had, even though he'd been severely injured, probably why he was Ian's son and not his dad's.

The episode ended. "I'm gonna go get popcorn. What do you want on it?" "Salt, sugar, cayenne, brown sugar - drown it in butter." "That's gross. I love it," Kazuo got up and headed to the kitchen. Ian leaned back into the ratty couch, bunny slippered feet up on the coffee table. He was wearing sweatpants and an old Sex Pistols shirt, Kazuo in Ian's UT law school shirt and also one of Ian's pairs of boxers. Anders settled in an equally ratty armchair. For such a successful attorney, his dad's furniture was awfully….old.

"Hey, lad," Ian waved, "Homework all done?" "Yup." "Good, good. Wanna watch TV with us? Law & Order. Kaz is getting popcorn." "Sounds fun." Ian grinned, "Love! Get two bowls!" "Got it, McCoy!" "Just add that to the litany of nicknames for me…" "Does he always do that?" "Yup. Ever since we met. It's endearing." "Hmmm…" Kazuo re-entered the room, a bowl in each hand, "Ah, mini Ian has joined us!" "What?" "Because you're his son and you look like him. Have some corn." Anders took a bowl, looking confused.

Kazuo flopped next to Ian, cuddling into him, gently feeding him popcorn. "I thought you were supposed to feed people peeled grapes." "Popcorn works just as well." "You're getting my face greasy." "Greeeeeaaaase," Kazuo drew the word out in a hiss, gently touching Ian's face. Anders watched the exchange. His new parents certainly were….different. A little off-center.

But….

He loved them.

He didn't know how to tell them, though, and for a moment it made him wonder if he was emotionally stunted. His dads, from all he'd seen, were extremely happy, and very open about their love for each other. Ian was currently leaning on Kazuo, mashing him into the arm of the couch, Kazuo still holding the bowl and trying to feed him. The next episode was on, the two men engrossed in early 2000s crime procedural. A commercial came on, and Kazuo wriggled out from under Ian, "I must drain myself."

"Charming."

Kazuo stretched in front of Ian,"You've known me for about four months, and I'm raising a child with you. You're stuck with me." "Is that so?" Ian lunged forward, grabbing him around the waist, pulling him forward, "That means you're also stuck with me!" "Ian! I gotta pee!" "Hahaha!" He rolled on the couch, Kazuo tight to his chest, legs wrapped around his hips, popcorn now on the floor. "You're being childish right now!" Ian planted a huge kiss on his forehead, before letting him up.

Kazuo sprinted off, Ian chuckling to himself. Anders ate another handful of popcorn. Ian sat up, beginning to pick up the spill. Before he realized what he was doing, Anders got up, and began to help him clean. "Thanks, lad," Ian straightened up, stretching to pop his joints. Anders stared up at his father, who, despite his kind and gentle demeanor, cut quite an imposing figure at a full six feet tall.

Without thinking, he grabbed his dad tightly, face buried in his chest. Ian paused, popcorn bowl still in hand. With his other hand, he gently stroked Anders' hair. Kazuo re-entered the room, stopping immediately - he knew Anders was still fragile, and that he shouldn't interfere with bonding.

"I love you, dad. I love you, and I love dad Kazuo. Thank you for taking me in." Ian felt his heart swell with love, "I love you, and so does Kazuo, and nothing will ever change that. You're our boy." Anders squeezed him again, turning to see Kazuo,

"How much did you hear?"

Kazuo smiled softly, immediately toning down his fiery demeanor, "I heard enough, kid." "Heh…That's okay, I guess. That's what makes us a family." "We're a little weird…." "Definitely not the Bradys…" "But that's a good thing. Keeps me young and on my toes." "I like to keep you on your toes."

Ian smirked, "You keep me more on my toes than some of my clients." "That's sweet. You're sweet." "Alright, dads, I think I'm off to bed, got more school tomorrow." "Alright, kid. We'll see you in the morning." Anders smiled, heading up the stairs. Ian and Kazuo were quiet for a moment, Kazuo taking Ian's hand,

"He's getting used to us."

Ian squeezed his hand, "I love being a dad." "I love parenting with you." "I made you a dad so young," "Only way I was ever gonna be one." "Your mom would be so proud." "She would have loved him," he looped his arm around Ian's waist, bringing him in close, "You ready for bed, honey?" "Yeah," Ian buried his face in his partner's hair, exhaling softly. "Whenever you do that I feel like a girl in one of those horse movies that's just tamed a wild stallion." "Yeah, but horses can't do this," he hoisted Kazuo into his arms, cradling him, so their faces were close.

"Such a strong, strong man."

"Kazuo, I've been meaning to ask something…" "Yes, cupcake?" "When we're in bed…why do you sleep with your blind side to me?" Kazuo didn't even hesitate, "When I lived at my dad's, even though I locked my door, I always slept with my eye facing up, so nobody could surprise me. With you, I know that I'm safe, I trust you, and I'm protected. That's why you, Maureen and Anders are the only ones who've seen my burn. Only those I trust." "Kaz…" "It's because I want my loved ones to see the real me." "I'll protect you always." "Good man."

Anders had paused on the stairs, listening. The fact that Kazuo already trusted him so completely shocked him. He quietly padded up the rest of the stairs, pulling his door shut and flopping onto his bed. That proved that, weird - and by god, was he weird - as he was, Kazuo loved him, and was more than happy to parent him with Ian.

He was happy with that, though.

Happy to have parents again.

They weren't perfect, they were odd, but….

They were his.

#oc #original character

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punkscowardschampions · 2 years

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Casey & Janis Pt.2

Casey: [getting cockblocked yet again by life by you do wake up cos that’s just the reality soz lads, no alone time for you, skipping to the joy that is Jimothy’s 25th bday as Libi and Bobby have planned y’all a date and when this boy finds out about it he is LIVID]

Casey: If you set foot out the door with him

Janis: it’s his birthday, what else am I meant to do

Casey: and what, you’re his present

Janis: no, we have to do something though, and that’s their present

Casey: gutted you’ve not kept the receipt hanging about ‘cause he don’t want you

Janis: what do you expect me to do, refuse to go

Casey: yeah, I fucking do

Janis: so he’s even more miserable, sat doing nothing on his birthday

Casey: you heard

Janis: we already fucked up Bobby’s before

Janis: it’s all he wants to do, I have to

Casey: you don’t have to, you want to, bighead

Casey: so alright, go give him a happy birthday, but don’t expect me to be pissing about waiting for you with no medal or him with the party hats

Janis: oh yeah, it’s gonna be so much fun

Casey: then pull a sickie, you’ve got a headache or your back hurts, it don’t fucking matter what

Janis: it’s not meant to be work

Janis: I’m getting ready to fuck him up majorly, I can’t shit all over his birthday when it’d be just as easy for me to shut up and put up

Casey: just as easy, ain’t that the truth, like

Janis: yeah well, you’ve said that all before

Casey: why not fuck him again, go on, if you’re that bothered about him looking back on today with top memories

Janis: I told you why and you go on about it all the time, he don’t want to, does he

Casey: he don’t wanna go out with you nowhere and you’re still doing that

Janis: he wants to more than he wants to be here

Casey: no shit, none of us wanna be here

Casey: I’ve told you, leave with him and that’s it

Janis: that’s what

Casey: I don’t reckon you need that spelling out, like ruining his big day as well as Bobby’s is the worst I could do far as threats go

Janis: I ain’t gonna be threatened

Casey: you’re not going

Janis: it doesn’t need to be a repeat of Bobby’s

Casey: don’t get in my ear about it as if I planned to fuck his up, that’s already in both their heads

Janis: I know you didn’t, you know you didn’t, I can’t exactly explain why they’re wrong though

Janis: you do it, if you’re reckoning on threatening me

Casey: What kind of bollocks threat is that

Casey: nah, if you hurt me, I’ll hurt you, not him

Janis: I’m doing what I have to do, I’m not doing it to hurt you

Casey: oh yeah, he’ll not fancy topping himself when you do stop pussying out of divorcing him ‘cause you went for a shit meal tonight neither of you could barely sit through

Casey: piss off, you’re doing it to try and make yourself feel better, it’s fuck all to do with him

Janis: least when his head is sorted he won’t have to look back on every birthday and think oh yeah, that’s when I got chucked, for fuck’s sake

Janis: I know it don’t fix it but that’s the point

Casey: I’ve not said you have to spend tonight telling him how bad you wanna fuck me, just don’t spend it sharing popcorn

Janis: do you not think a family meal will be more fucking awkward

Casey: doing it for me now, you, yeah

Janis: it’s the best for everyone, they reckon they’ve done a nice thing for him, you don’t have to sit through whatever the fuck we’d do otherwise and we both get to piss off and have awkward conversation in a different location

Casey: right, that’s us all sorted by your one act of martyrdom, well done

Janis: you’re in a mood whatever I say

Casey: A mood

Casey: you’re picking him, again, whatever I say

Janis: no I’m not

Janis: it’s unrealistic that we can be alone today

Casey: no it ain’t, it’d be piss easy to sort how I said

Casey: and he could spend his time with Bob, they’re best mates

Janis: I just can’t, it’s not meant to be work, I can’t call in sick

Casey: just fucking admit that you wanna be the one making him happy, having some kind of breakthrough with his bollocks breakdown

Janis: what have I wasted the last decade of my life doing otherwise

Casey: What have you been doing with me, more like

Janis: I’m not going to say I regret it, or that I shouldn’t or don’t, if that’s what you’re after

Casey: ‘course not, you’re after having your cake and eating it

Janis: fuck you, that’s not what it is at all, never has been

Casey: you didn’t care about the state of his birthday when you wanted that lad to fuck you, you bloody hypocrite

Janis: I didn’t go through with it, you can’t hold that against me like I did

Casey: I’ll hold what I like against you if you’re gonna be a massive twat and treat me as one, tah very much

Janis: I’m not though, you’re being one for no reason I can help

Casey: no one else you said, since when don’t that include him

Janis: I’m not going to do anything but watch a film and eat dinner, and you know that

Casey: We can’t go back, none of us

Janis: that’s not what I’m doing, seriously

Casey: it is, right in front of me

Janis: no

Casey: you still love him

Janis: I’ll always love him like that, it doesn’t change what’s happening here

Casey: you’re still taking every chance to try and get through to him and you pair to be together and raise your kid, that changes what’s happening here, means I’ve gotta do what I said I would

Janis: I was never going to just leave him in the state he’s in to rot, he’s her dad even if he’s not my husband

Casey: Alright, have fun

Janis: really

Casey: I get it, your birthday is forever fucked

Janis: oh yeah, reminding me I’ve got a dead sister is really gonna work

Janis: have better luck with Libi, if that’s your tactic

Casey: my tactic ain’t to play happy families with none of them dickheads, that’s yours, crack on

Janis: great, prove ‘em right, that’s your master plan, yeah

Casey: give a fuck what they reckon about me or owt else

Janis: this is fucking ridiculous

Casey: you’re always fucking saying that like I ain’t got no right to be fuming or gutted when you’re doing my head in

Janis: you do mine in when you think something’s that easy when it’s not

Casey: Stay with me

Janis: you need me to say no, just so you can say I did, is that it

Casey: I need you to say yeah and be here

Janis: why can’t you see I want to, but I can’t, why doesn’t it matter, not at all, that I want to be with you

Casey: there’s always that but there, how about why don’t I matter more, why don’t you wanna be with me enough to say fuck the rest

Janis: because I’m not a teenager no more, I can’t fucking act like one

Janis: am I not selfish enough, even you’ve said it, I’m just trying

Casey: off you go then

Janis: fine, talk to you later

Casey: [don’t reply boy, we all know what’s happening later though LOL]

Janis: [oh dear dear]

Janis: very dramatic of you, well done on proving me wrong- oh, nah

Casey: Weren’t the plan to, I warned you what that was

Janis: just saying, nice touch doing exactly what I did to you

Casey: I reckoned it’d be a good shout under the circumstances, yeah

Janis: dead mature of you

Casey: you’re the grown up, I can keep on being a teenager or fucking one for as long as I fancy it

Janis: you have fun with that, just shut up or find somewhere else to do it

Casey: chuck me out or leave it out

Janis: I’m not the immature one

Casey: gutted, have to be you the one who’s shutting up, nowt mature about you having a go like a fuming kid

Janis: yeah good go but what’s not mature about reminding you about house rules

Casey: get our kid to write out in his best felt pens you saying I ain’t allowed to fuck nobody unless we’re both mute, stick it on the wall and I’ll think about following your rules

Janis: you don’t have to make it everyone else’s business

Casey: you don’t want me to, more like

Janis: no shit but you can message those old housemates you pissed off to see if any of them were buzzing about it either

Casey: if I was after a top housemate award I’d be off to Ian’s to get him to sort his own special one for me, rest of you are only pissing about in comparison

Janis: oh I’m sorry, have I not reacted how you wanted

Casey: never do, you’re alright

Janis: poor you

Casey: Pity party was yesterday, baby brain

Janis: whether I had a good time or not ain’t nothing we need to talk about now, don’t worry

Casey: be why I weren’t asking, mate

Janis: just baiting for response, as per

Casey: you started this little chat, wasn’t me

Janis: to tell you to shut up, yeah

Casey: and you have done

Janis: there we go then

Casey: Night, I’m going to bed

Janis: how nice for you, the rest of us have to go to work and school

Casey: me an’ all in a bit

Janis: yeah so after you’ve kept everyone up, you get to piss off to sleep

Casey: only you 2 and as you’re both adults you should have an idea how earplugs work and what for, I can’t help that you’re dead keen to play the martyr and him the victim as per

Janis: you know you’re being a dick, don’t bother trying to rationalise it like you ain’t

Casey: and if I can’t be myself in my own home round my own family, where can I

Janis: and he’s playing the victim, yeah

Casey: go on, answer the question, always have talked a big game you and him

Janis: you’re not just being yourself though, you’re purposely being a twat, I know why, they don’t

Casey: welcome on best behaviour ain’t really welcome, love

Casey: might as well run a house same as Ian’s

Janis: yeah ‘cos being allowed to treat everyone like shit and the place the same is exactly how loving families work

Janis: deffo makes you an abusive cunt to expect basic mutual respect as a standard

Casey: neither of us would know how nothing like that works, I get why you’re trying, don’t mean I’ve got a reason

Janis: just the obvious

Casey: 👌

Janis: [don’t reply gal]

Casey: [actually do at least pretend to get some sleep sir, we know you won’t really but shh]

Janis: [can probably skip to when we actually tell you to leave?]

Casey: [go for it gal, up to you if you wanna do it in person or via text, what’s your vibe? Like is she bowling in and finding out it’s Archie and being like get out or is she just sick of this behaviour and being like get out]

Janis: [Hmm, I think you probably just have to text and not find out ‘cos respectfully, we would not let this girl just leave with you so kinda can’t do that]

Casey: [pop off then my boo]

Janis: You need to find somewhere else to live, this isn’t working

Casey: Or what

Janis: there is no or what, pack your bags and go

Casey: I get it, you’re more the man of the house than him, still a bit of a pisstake to get you doing the dirty work

Casey: he’s my brother, he can tell me to piss off

Janis: it’s my dirty work, I don’t want you here, not around the baby

Janis: you want him to tell you, fine, it’s just a formality, this is over, we’re not doing it

Casey: gonna be a top mum, you, she’s not even born yet and you’re already using her as an excuse for everything you can’t hack yourself

Janis: you said it yourself, you’re unstable

Casey: and it were you who said that were bollocks

Janis: things changed, isn’t this what you wanted?

Janis: there you go, you’re welcome

Casey: long as you’re getting what you want

Janis: you found time to get martyr in too before you left, good for you

Casey: final go at twinning, for the road, like

Janis: whatever, I don’t care

Casey: good, better late than fucking never

Janis: if you’re so thrilled you can use that energy to pack, we have nothing else to say to each other

Casey: I’ll pack when I’m ready, and unless you’re gonna come in here and do it, there’s nothing else you can about that

Janis: I could kick you out without your shit but I don’t really want you coming back a few days later so just do it

Casey: nah you couldn’t, you ain’t got enough husbands or boyfriends to kick me out of nowhere I don’t wanna leave, girl, but lucky for you this place is a shithole I don’t fancy hanging about in anyway

Janis: then fuck off

Casey: 👍

Janis: took you no time to leave before so you’ve got an hour or I’ll call your boyfriends, understood

Casey: be gone in half the hour, can sort my own dates out for when I have, tah though

Janis: 👍

Casey: [actually be gone as quick as you physically can, boy, cos you are that bitch]

Janis: [Okay, so when the Skerries of it all]

Janis: Casey, you need to bring Archie home right now, she’s 14 and whatever you reckon, you don’t wanna go into prison with that kind of reputation and trouble

Janis: it’d be a death sentence, so just get shot of her and you can give me a call or whatever the fuck if you want, yeah

Casey: [not this boy reading this when they get to his dad’s house and realising she is not approaching her 17th bday as Toni do be but is in fact underage af, yikes]

Janis: [awkwardddd awkward times honey; when Archie then snitches and is located and we turn up after this looking for you but you have since left]

Janis: Where are you going, Ian said he didn’t know

Janis: She’s gone home and no one is going to ring the police or any talk like that, it’s done now

Janis: just let me know you’re alright and safe, or, as alright and safe as you can be

Casey: [when you just wanna ring the love of your life but there’s too much drama at school so you gotta drive to the airport and get on a plane to manchester despite the fact you haven’t lived there since you were 12 and have no family left]

Casey: [when he gets there and shows up at whatever former friend’s house that he does like oh hello excuse me while I crash here nbd]

Casey: I’m alright as I can be

Janis: Good

Janis: not good but, alright, yeah

Janis: Oh, Casey

Casey: proved you right finally, there you go

Janis: you’re right, it should’ve never got to the point you felt you had to do something like that

Janis: sorry ain’t enough for my part in it, any more than it makes up for yours to either of them

Casey: you wasn’t gonna do it, somebody had to, we can leave it at that

Casey: up to me to turn into him an’ all as neither of them have the bottle for it, made for a busy few days but not had my other job to go to so

Janis: you’ve got a way to go before you’re anything like him, and there’s time to not start on that one

Casey: nah, he never started in on Debbie for a punching bag til he were older than 22, ahead of the curve if I’m owt, me

Casey: takes the piss he weren’t prouder, like

Janis: he hasn’t got it in him to have any emotion that isn’t miserable

Janis: why did you take her there

Casey: I never invited her, she were there in the car before I got my head round being in it or where the fuck I were about to go

Janis: that makes more sense

Janis: I thought you would’ve gone to Ian’s straight away but, see why not now

Casey: I’d not have taken her nowhere if I had a clue on her age before you gave it me

Janis: can’t point out you should’ve checked without sounding the most patronising

Janis: I get it, you weren’t thinking that hard about it

Casey: I don’t work the door, she got herself in

Janis: I believe you didn’t know, that’s why I put it in my message

Janis: sure everyone else would think I’m a total idiot for giving you that benefit of the doubt but

Casey: I might be loads of shit but a nonce ain’t one of ‘em, lasses in our kid’s year are legal or near as

Janis: She was in the club then, you don’t expect a kid under 16 to be able to get in

Casey: I’m not thick, I can spot who’s there for the 1st time, she wasn’t behaving like that

Janis: I doubt it was her first time

Janis: you mixed her up with Toni

Casey: Til she showed up tall as you

Janis: then you really panicked

Casey: from the second she had a foot in the door she wouldn’t stop, not shut up, get out my face, none of it

Janis: when you weren’t expecting an older sister, bit of a shock

Casey: I just wanted to walk away but neither of them would fucking let me

Janis: and you warned ‘em, yeah

Casey: she kept going on and on, the sister, worst than you said, but near the same, in my head

Casey: so I sorted it

Janis: none of you were on the same page, never a good situation

Casey: and then I drove us into an even shitter one

Janis: if she was in the car, you weren’t in a headspace to chuck her out, even think to

Janis: but sure Ian was as much help as he ever is

Casey: I should’ve though, with the car still moving I could’ve said that were an accident at least, some dickheads other than only you’d have to chuck me benefit of the doubt there

Janis: bit late for should’ve, sadly

Janis: she should’ve not gone with you, helped her sister but there we go

Casey: *should’ve rang you, got you to help me, that’s the massive one, top of the list if there was a

Janis: see why you didn’t reckon you could, how I was about it all

Casey: be a bit rude of me to reckon I could since fucking her ‘cause she’s related to you, and going off with her to the caravan where you used to take us all, once you was done putting up with listening to that

Janis: I still would’ve, you know that

Janis: an already bad idea got out of your control

Casey: I know it’s fucked, all what you’re willing to do for me still

Janis: I’m not saying the shit that is still your fault isn’t, or that it wasn’t a recklessly stupid thing to do

Janis: I’m just sorting out the bits you didn’t reckon on happening either

Casey: What’s the state of them, you’ve not said nowt about how bad I hurt her or her sister

Janis: not seen either of them myself, be a bit awkward for me to suddenly show up

Janis: if you need to know, I’ll find out, once the dramatics have calmed down

Casey: I’ll not twist your arm to use the kid as cover for why you’re hanging about the hospital corridors or your baby brain for you then on the wrong ward all of a sudden, hypocritical as far as ideas go, like

Janis: I’ll find out, it’s alright

Janis: neither of them needed to go to the hospital though, I do know that much

Casey: alright

Janis: they were leaving when I got there, she was in the car

Casey: You came looking for me

Janis: I was worried about you, no one else would think to

Janis: can’t exactly rely on Ian to ever do his job

Casey: no need to bring up how much you shouldn’t have done, you know that too

Janis: You’ve got to where you wanted to be though

Janis: and you’re alright?

Casey: oi, don’t ask again, it was hard enough giving you an answer the first time

Janis: okay

Janis: there’s nothing I can do, apart from find out how they are?

Casey: it wouldn’t matter if there were, right now I ain’t exactly allowed to ask you for or about anything either

Janis: you can, I can say no if it’s not something I can or should do

Casey: Can you grab [something he cares about, probably that his mum gave him or was hers and he just has everywhere with him nbd, that cos I’m being evil he accidentally left at Ian’s because it has returning the necklace energy from the OG but it’s actually feelsier so I want to and I can] back from dad’s and keep hold before his missus finds it and gets rid

Janis: ‘course, no worries

Janis: I could send it to you, if you want to have it before you want to come back, up to you

Casey: nice try, like

Janis: can’t blame me

Janis: I promise I will just send it though and not turn up, it’s important to you

Janis: and I know you wanna be on your own to sort some of this shit, like

Casey: I know you, won’t be able to resist a postcard if only to get your mum practice in and one up mine

Janis: am that dickhead

Casey: too right you are

Janis: competition I can’t lose sounds alright at the minute so

Casey: stay for a tea at his and the awards’ll roll in whatever you’re having a chat about or he reckons he’ll do to entertain, obviously, can always win with him

Janis: what more could I ask for

Janis: got his own problems with how that lot going on was blatantly doing his head in

Casey: they’d all touch your bump without asking, know how massive of a fan you are of dickheads you ain’t mates with doing that

Janis: hmm, yeah, too buzzing off the drama to be forthcoming with the tea or asking when I was due

Janis: obviously I’ll bore them with the details when I head back

Casey: go on, when are you, I’ll have to put something in the post myself for it

Janis: [the date which instead of 5 days away is a little under 4 weeks away still LOL]

Janis: plenty of time to nail it

Casey: loads for some underage lad to tie balloons to his moped, but ‘course you’d be TOO gutted if he floated off road and can’t have that, gonna need to be putting an order in for a teddy or doll size of an anchor an’ all

Janis: you wanna keep in her good books, I get it

Janis: have told you about her dirty fight tactics

Casey: bit late for that but I’ve told you she’s done nowt to me, won’t ruin her birthday as well

Janis: no it’s not, she ain’t gonna have a real clue what’s going on ‘til she’s like 3, 4

Janis: you’re all good

Casey: sounds like some right bollocks, she already knows me and she’s not been born yet

Janis: yeah but she’ll forget it all

Janis: bit rude of her, actually

Janis: dunno why any of us should bother putting any work in ‘til she can be bothered to remember it

Casey: she’ll remember me, wait and see

Janis: you will come and visit then

Casey: I’ll ring her

Janis: okay, her numbers mine so put it back in your phone, like

Casey: I didn’t take it out

Janis: I shouldn’t have just kicked you out like that

Janis: not that I could’ve predicted exactly how it’d go but still

Casey: What kind of dickhead if I got mardy for getting my own way

Casey: you reacted how I wanted you to

Janis: picked my moment to finally give in, like

Casey: tah might be her 1st word for it, you did right by her finally, she’ll end up with her own room and everything now

Janis: that isn’t why I did it, you were right the first time

Casey: still works out in her favour, take the good mum points and run

Janis: I’d rather just live in denial about the whole mum thing until it’s literally unavoidable now

Casey: it is, I bet you can’t move for each other no more, she’s had no space in there for ages

Janis: I’ve had to stop work, yeah, getting beyond a joke with that giant cockblock in the way

Casey: chuffed to bits to hear she’s stayed my best mate and on my side about you not fucking every footballer who’s there from pissing about with his dramatic diving

Janis: sure you two are buzzing but you’re not thinking about the poor groins of all those poor footballers, are you

Janis: 💔

Janis: it’s shit being off, dunno what to do now I can’t annoy you, like

Casey: they’ll be thinking of you if you fancy having another go at sliding into some dickhead’s dms

Casey: 💔 is right, else

Janis: was such a top idea the first time, like 🤦🏽‍♀️

Janis: got enough going on, all of us

Casey: be in the convent for real if that’s your attitude, always is too much going on

Janis: could be prouder comes to mind but

Casey: least you picked the nicest Ian similarity that did do

Janis: bit harsh to go for any other, I don’t kick people when they’re down, tah

Casey: just us pair, yeah

Janis: you’re not a pair, mate, he don’t want you

Casey: maybe that’d hit harder if you’d moved out of Jim’s before you said it, mate

Janis: only so many times I can show up at my mum’s

Casey: nah, she actually gives a fuck

Janis: don’t mean he will

Janis: anyway, fuck that

Casey: I get it, you don’t want us being nothing alike no more and I’ve already pissed off and done the running away bollocks

Janis: no, I don’t wanna go on about myself and my non-problems like that dickhead, is all

Casey: you’d rather I went on about mine as if I weren’t the dickhead who caused ‘em, I know

Janis: Oh it’s definitely like… 65% your fault, still have the majority but don’t need to have it all when that’s bollocks

Casey: how is it, last I checked you’ve not been fucking or smacking nobody, nor has Ian

Janis: as if that’s the only damage anyone can do, no need to flatter yourself, boy

Casey: the damage what we’re chatting about ‘cause you don’t wanna say nowt about yours

Janis: you wouldn’t have been able to do yours if I hadn’t first

Casey: don’t you flatter yourself, girl, not to your cousins or whoever they are but there’d be some other lass

Janis: it’s mostly a problem ‘cos they are my cousins

Casey: not really, be a different problem if they were from a fam who didn’t treat the garda how yours does, that’s all

Janis: I’m sure you feel well lucky right now

Casey: be typical now I’m out the country

Janis: know where you are now

Casey: I don’t care if you do, never let you fly nowhere this late on and we both know your husband ain’t coming in your place

Janis: could drive

Janis: but I won’t

Casey: I get it, you want her to have the accent that bad, but there’s no need to give birth here, she’ll not be talking for ages

Janis: probably give birth on the ferry, get her both passports sorted

Casey: least it’ll not be full of lasses after an abortion, what a headfuck that’d be, for every mind you’d change you’re making another up

Janis: all part of the service

Casey: big enough town for all 3 of us to get lost in at any rate, I’m not worried even if you do fancy a day out

Janis: if you see her, lemme know

Casey: if she’s out and about, I’ll just keep her, done your job by then

Janis: exactly, can’t put her in the post

Casey: money on people having tried, thick northerners if nobody else

Janis: I’m not betting against that

Janis: dead tempting to leave ‘em any old place, I can easily imagine

Casey: pub, tanning booth, mineshaft

Janis: which one they find you in

Casey: been left in 2 out the 3, obviously

Janis: and you have a lovely tan, don’t be ungrateful

Casey: 😏 I ain’t, be why I’m always walking about with nowt on, spread some of it about

Janis: bit rude to call it charity work given but

Janis: you’ll be needing something for the CV again, let you have it

Casey: Tah, wasn’t at [the club] 5 minutes, need all the help I can get far as the CV goes

Janis: put us down as a reference then

Janis: you gonna stick around there for a bit, yeah

Casey: can’t, gotta work at breaking the habit of being nice to me, you

Janis: nah, just actually being nice for once, no funny business

Casey: that’s worse

Janis: 😏

Casey: you’ve gotta put a stop to it, babe, we’re not actually mates, can’t be

Janis: now your plan hasn’t worked, yeah, sounds about right

Janis: alright

Casey: swear on her massive baby head

Janis: nah, not gonna do that

Janis: can’t literally curse her

Casey: you’re not if you don’t break your promise and really do leave it out bothering about me

Janis: exactly

Casey: fuck’s sake, such a dickhead

Janis: sorry

Janis: nothing you can do about it

Casey: I’ll be the one to piss off from this little chat then

Janis: good luck, with everything

Casey: [don’t reply sir or you’ll never shut up]

Janis: please take care

Casey: you

Janis: I promise

Casey: I can do, must have a massive curse on my own head by now, won’t matter when I break it

Janis: you’ve given yourself a do-over

Janis: I won’t resent it you

Casey: you’re the last person needs telling you can’t leg it from what’s in your own head

Janis: know but, half your problem was being ‘round us dickheads

Casey: but being round you was what stopped me causing loads more problems too, there’s no point ignoring the fact no more

Janis: I’ll check in, make sure you’re behaving then

Casey: that’s what I’m saying, I’ll not be, why would I

Janis: ‘cos you’re well scared of my disappointment face

Janis: and what do you wanna be a dickhead all your life for, like

Casey: I don’t, but I am and have been

Janis: nah, not 24/7 and not ever 100%

Casey: alright [whatever their old maths teacher was called]

Janis: 😏 you wish

Janis: just admit and accept you’re quite decent a lot of the time or I’ll keep telling you

Casey: I’m not admitting to no bollocks like that

Janis: prepare to be so annoyed then

Casey: [block her but then unblock her again a sec later lol]

Janis: OI

Janis: I will email you

Casey: Is your preferred method, like

Casey: be chucking a pigeon this way next

Janis: *postcard, case you forget what you’re missing

Casey: tag me in a recipe on facebook

Janis: make my own blog, make you read my life story to work out how to make yourself [something he likes that she makes and he cannot lol]

Casey: be worth having to scroll past the sob story

Janis: you can give me a pity like, boy

Casey: when I’m THAT sick of chips 👍

Janis: never

Casey: just making me hungry here now

Janis: go get some

Casey: job’s what I need to go get

Janis: not on an empty stomach, go on

Casey: fair, probably only get banned from the job centre, don’t reckon they take starving as a no proper excuse for kicking off

Janis: don’t tolerate abuse, only dish it out, babe 💁🏽‍♀️

Casey: sort my homesickness right out

Janis: ‘course

Janis: does it feel familiar

Casey: Feels weird

Janis: like another lifetime, I bet

Casey: yeah, went home and it’s not, my old mates have turned into right dickheads and Debbie’s still not shown her face, so

Janis: good job you was so famous or they’d be wondering who you were

Janis: changed 🤏 from that little kid, outside anyway

Casey: be something to be fuming about if I were going about that short, dunno how Jim does it

Janis: oh tah, ask if that’s why he’s so mardy, never thought of that

Casey: he’d not answer anyway, in no mood for a q&a these days, you could try messaging him on insta, old time’s sake

Janis: just wants me in his dms, yeah

Casey: get his camera out, if he’s not bothered about that he might as well be dead

Janis: all he does is work, so could be fuming I suggest he does more or buzzing, either or there

Casey: I’d say let me know but

Casey: don’t, be a bit awkward

Janis: don’t need to let you know the state, Bobby is a bit fucking oblivious, bless him but we both know

Casey: he’ll not have chance to be to what I done, tell him he’s welcome for being included the once

Janis: don’t worry, the mother’s meeting is already in full swing, so glad I can walk out and not overhear

Casey: course it is, waste no time

Janis: Libi clearly don’t rate her so she’s stopping him being dead angsty

Janis: was as much as I could cope with before I left them to it

Casey: least he can have a right laugh drawing his own soz/get well soon card, shop ones don’t get that specific

Janis: sure she’ll be thrilled at all the attention

Casey: *any

Janis: fuck’s sake

Casey: Except Ian’s, weren’t having none of that, her

Casey: only time she shut her mouth from when I met her

Janis: not gonna measure up to her sainted father

Casey: bit rude when he was doing his best to be SUCH a welcoming host but

Janis: I can try feeling sorry for him, already gotta with her, thanks for that

Casey: give your credit to the baby for the hormones meaning you can do what the fuck you like, they’re the dickhead, whoever says owt to you about your behaviour

Janis: crack on calling her an attention seeker who knew what she was doing then

Janis: can’t blame me, fam

Casey: yeah, can borrow sad slut and selfish bitch off me an’ all if you want, put the blame back here

Janis: not an association I was aiming for

Janis: least she’s 14

Casey: ain’t associated with you, I only said it to have something to

Janis: well

Janis: both been there

Casey: I’ll send you a soz card of my own if I can find a pen

Janis: set him up like a production line

Casey: be a better job than the one he’s got

Janis: can’t break that habit of a lifetime, gotta copy

Casey: back smoking means I’ve got no leg to stand on taking the piss on the subject

Janis: rub it in

Janis: never knew you were living your best life ‘til my miserable pregnant arse told ya

Casey: [send her a smoking selfie that’s purely for the pisstake of rubbing it in and for no other reason, yep yep, not like everyone looks hot doing it]

Casey: be the front of the card I’m making you but then you’d never be alright to hang it up, have to set it alight once you’d had the read, and with what lighter

Janis: alright, I hate you now, well done

Casey: 🏆

Janis: so serious, do you know how bad I need fucking anything to distract me right now

Casey: Can imagine, am

Janis: s’not fair

Casey: you could let me, one last time

Janis: it wouldn’t be one last time

Janis: you wanted me to promise

Casey: it would, we didn’t do any sort of proper goodbye

Janis: I’m not gonna say goodbye

Casey: then don’t say it but I’m not coming back

Janis: never

Casey: this is it, find a job here and keep it up, somewhere to live

Janis: you still exist, I know where you are, I can’t just pretend you’re not

Casey: I could move again if you like, not tell you where, then I’ll exist less

Janis: no I wouldn’t fucking like

Casey: in my dna too

Janis: no

Casey: you’ll have [whatever she’s gotta get from Ian’s] left, same as I did, maybe that’s right, what should happen

Janis: you need it

Casey: I need a goodbye more, one that ain’t pack your shit and fuck off, keep it

Janis: okay

Janis: I have to give you that

Casey: okay

Janis: but you have to listen to everything I say and believe me

Casey: not after much, are you

Janis: I am, should be used to that

Casey: I’ll do it, since you asked, should be used to that

Janis: I’ll never be used to it

Casey: I know, same as me not getting my head round trusting someone

Janis: we always had each other’s backs, can’t say otherwise

Casey: took every chance I could to say otherwise

Janis: you were hurting, I didn’t acknowledge it

Casey: forget it, none of it matters no more, especially not all that shit from years ago

Janis: but it does, you matter so much to me and I wish you had felt it

Casey: if I never had done I’d have gotten over it by now, not thick or soft

Janis: I couldn’t give you what you needed

Casey: that’s my fault for looking to you for it when you couldn’t

Janis: it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it though, it never meant that

Janis: I would love to give it to you now but it’s too late so

Casey: what I’ve done and keep on doing means that, and that it’s too late

Janis: you look for trouble and you find it, proof you’re what you reckon, ‘cos if you are it already, you don’t have to be scared of turning into it

Casey: I am trouble and I cause it, not me who has to be scared of what I’ve turned into

Janis: no?

Casey: nah

Janis: only scared people run away

Casey: criminals leg it if they’ve got any sense

Janis: you can be both

Casey: well I ain’t, I were only worried I’d hurt you and now I can’t

Janis: you didn’t, it would’ve been so easy for you to, and you didn’t

Casey: not even [the rubbish school counsellor who did not help him at all] would pat me on the back for that

Janis: well she was shite

Janis: not saying anyone else has to but you have to be proud of yourself

Janis: I am every time I don’t smack a cunt and do one, who else is gonna be celebrating

Casey: do I fuck have to be proud of not knocking any pregnant lasses to the floor, no other dickhead is thinking of doing it

Janis: yeah but you’re fucked

Janis: no point holding yourself to standards like you ain’t, always be miserable like that

Casey: I don’t mind being miserable knowing how fit you reckon my dad looks doing it

Janis: fuck’s sake 😣 just admitting he’s not as ugly as he acts one time, can’t let it go, you

Casey: you’re welcome for the excuse to go round his and have another look, probably don’t make a move though, [his missus] might smack you, has to be fucked in the head herself to be with him

Janis: dunno if I can fight the overwhelming urge to kill him just to wind her up, sadly

Casey: *kiss more like, there you go, sorted your typo, mate

Janis: you’re such a dickhead

Janis: piss off implying my daddy issues are that bad

Casey: 😏

Janis: she must also have a drinking problem to stand kissing him 😷

Casey: if she never when he met her she will now

Janis: peak romance

Casey: Why I reckon my mum’s dead instead of out there

Janis: is more likely

Casey: and if she were still about somehow, not gonna recognise her the state it makes them into, and she’d definitely not remember me

Janis: maybe not

Janis: sure they reckon that parents and kids can always recognise each other but you’re probably close to the truth

Casey: people wanna reckon it to make themselves feel better, same way they reckon they’d never be the dickheads sleeping rough or that ‘cause that lass is 14 I’m the nonce who tricked her

Janis: people believe what they need to, yeah

Janis: I’ve always liked that you ain’t like that

Casey: don’t have the luxury, if I let myself believe the lie everything’ll be alright I’d have killed someone by now, the voice in my head telling me I know when to stop is talking bollocks

Janis: most of life you can’t predict, control

Janis: people who’ve never known proper chaos can trick themselves otherwise, rest of us can’t, like you said

Casey: I really wanted to kill her, you know

Janis: what tipped you over

Casey: being there, it weren’t gonna help that we were having the longest convo we’d ever had, but

Janis: it wouldn’t have made you feel better to be there again, never mind then having her in tow without even realising it really

Casey: she wouldn’t go, I had to make her

Janis: didn’t need that reminder that soon

Janis: probably should send her my own soz card

Casey: least she don’t look like you an’ all

Janis: far more your type

Casey: you’re my type, they’re all just his, and as close to the opposite as a lass can be going by nowt but her face

Janis: see the logic

Janis: shit being reminded of your face by every other dickhead I live with, tbh

Casey: I dunno if I’ll get away with sending you that specific soz card, like

Janis: not one for the mantel

Casey: you’ll be gutted if she looks like me as well

Janis: sod's law, or karma, who fucking knows

Casey: I’ll put it in her card that she better fucking not

Janis: demand to know why you don’t wanna twin with her, she will

Casey: there’s no point having matching outfits with me this far away, no twat’d know

Janis: and if you ain’t gonna send me the pictures to laugh at, definitely no point

Casey: oi, I’d send you hundreds of how fit I looked in pink

Janis: 😍

Casey: Painted my room yet or what

Janis: no, holes still there an’ all

Casey: 👎 she ain’t gonna be happy

Janis: she can’t pissing see, she can do one

Casey: packed work in, give you something to be busy with

Janis: I don’t wanna go in your room

Janis: even if that weren’t well patronising

Casey: it ain’t my room no more, it’s hers

Janis: she don’t need a room

Casey: nor do I

Janis: I ain’t painting it

Casey: come on, might get your head round the fact I’ve gone

Janis: leave it

Casey: alright

Janis: I told you, not thinking about none of it

Casey: and I told you, alright, I’ll leave it out

Janis: If I’d never have done this

Casey: No need to start all that again

Janis: how can I not think that, it’s done all this to everyone

Casey: no it never, we were fucked by loads of shit before this, everyone

Janis: just brought it all out, then

Casey: something else would’ve

Janis: don’t change it

Casey: don’t mean it’s the kid’s fault or that none of us want her here

Janis: too late to put it to a poll

Janis: it’s just another one of those things that people won’t admit, don’t mean I’m literally blaming her

Casey: you’re blaming yourself and fuck that

Janis: so that’s only okay when you do it

Casey: yeah, in this example

Janis: 😏 convenient

Casey: shut up, you was happily married to a dickhead who wanted a kid, you wanted a kid too, you sorted it to have one, there’s nowt wrong in none of that

Casey: his mental breakdown is his fucking responsibility and my broken heart’s mine

Janis: I should’ve and could’ve seen both coming

Casey: it ain’t your job to nurse us for real, we’re both meant to be adults, sort our own shit out

Janis: yeah but

Janis: is it even worth it, do I even want this that much, I don’t think I do

Janis: I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it would be like this

Casey: he should’ve warned you that he couldn’t hack it, then it’d be your fault if you still went and did it

Janis: he obviously thought he could

Casey: he obviously never told you where his head was, and he’s still not

Janis: but you did

Casey: it’s fuck all to do with me, you don’t owe me not having a kid ‘cause I hate the idea of it

Janis: it’s just how I feel

Janis: I wish I’d listened, I don’t need one

Casey: I wish I’d kept my mouth shut about it and he’d opened his

Janis: nice sentiment but was never gonna happen

Casey: maybe not, but I didn’t have to crack on making you feel as bad as I did about what has happened

Janis: you don’t know, I could’ve felt this shit without your help

Casey: can’t help trying to make me feel better, you

Janis: I mean it though

Janis: it was a mistake, can still love her and that be true, probably

Casey: Yeah, I love you and that’s a massive mistake, don’t get no bigger for me

Janis: hmm, probably won’t tell her, like

Casey: I’m just saying, I never should’ve fallen for you but I did

Janis: should probably say ditto but

Casey: if I were gonna try and undo it I’d have to go back to being 12 for a bit and I’m alright for that, like

Casey: enough of a pisstake the 1st go round

Janis: wouldn’t ask no dickhead to do that, especially not you

Casey: things can be shit and good at the same time, that’s every Debbie memory I’ve got

Casey: you don’t have to keep on punishing yourself for this

Janis: I don’t wanna be relegated to your memories

Casey: it’s not up to you, I did something that means I can’t be about to make new ones, whether I wanna or nah

Janis: I love you

Casey: I love my dad but I wouldn’t let him near you or that baby

Janis: that’s why you’re a better person than him already

Casey: but not a good enough one that I’ll ever put myself in the same room as her

Janis: if all you do is punish yourself, not accept help and love, how the fuck can you get better

Janis: no one can on their own like that

Casey: there’s no helping some people

Janis: bullshit

Casey: you want it to be so you can help me

Janis: I want you to not give up on yourself like that

Casey: what, that’s only alright when you fancy giving up on yourself

Janis: I’ve been trying ever since

Janis: I don’t want to, you shouldn’t

Casey: I don’t want to, but I said, I’m not thick or soft

Janis: I’m not giving up on you

Casey: I can’t force it, I’ve bloody tried to do that

Janis: whatever I’m doing, it’s not your responsibility

Casey: just don’t do anything that’ll make you that fucking sad again

Janis: I won’t, much as any of us can help that, yeah, promise

Casey: if I have to ring your mum, I will, and she won’t even be in a flirty mood with me no more

Janis: worst news obvs

Casey: nobody’s more gutted than you and your daddy issues

Janis: so what if I am

Janis: nothing you can do, not my new dad now

Casey: 💔 all round

Janis: 🥺

Casey: chuffed I can’t see you wearing that face, proper would break my heart

Janis: that’s not what I wanna make you feel

Casey: not top of my list of how I wanna make you feel either

Janis: then let’s not

Casey: I promise, whatever one of them’s worth

Janis: from you, quite a bit

Casey: dunno, I broke the last I made to you

Janis: still a better track record than most dickheads

Casey: I get it, least it’s not vows made in front of every dickhead

Janis: least we both fucked that, evens the score

Casey: still wish I’d done a better job at keeping them

Janis: yeah, that’s important to you

Janis: could add it to the card list

Casey: How much do you reckon I’ve got for stamps

Casey: and I can’t even draw, pisstake

Janis: you’re good with words

Casey: you’re easy to talk to

Janis: you

Casey: is it gonna get any easier than this, or what

Janis: probably

Janis: thinking about it makes me jealous right now though

Casey: I should probably tell you not to think about it then

Janis: when it happens I’m sure I’ll get over myself and be very happy for you

Casey: you’re sure

Casey: I don’t like that, go back to being jealous, tah

Janis: I’m not at all but dickhead move to admit how unfine it would make me feel

Casey: more of a dickhead move how chuffed I am to hear it

Janis: you know I’m jealous

Casey: and you know how I feel when you are

Janis: I want to keep it special for us

Casey: I could never love anyone the way I love you

Janis: I’ve never missed someone like this, it’s different

Casey: yeah, it rips you to bits

Janis: because I could see you, but I can’t

Casey: I do think you should go in my room, it made you better before

Janis: you really came back that time though, it was real

Casey: I didn’t mean when I said I never will

Janis: just not yet, that’s okay

Janis: you can’t stay away forever

Casey: you could come here, be the dickhead flying with a baby

Casey: get away from him and how done in your head is

Janis: I will

Casey: we’ll work something out that’s not this

Janis: we can do better

Casey: and I’ll not block you til then, if you need to talk to me, go on, like

Janis: good ‘cos might actually take a bit for my body to not be wrecked and you to wanna see it so

Casey: Bollocks, not squeamish, me, remember

Janis: not after you flexing how brave you are for looking at me, tah

Casey: what about touching you, can I not have a medal for that

Janis: cheek of you, lucky I will NEED a holiday by then

Casey: soz it’s no skerries

Janis: bit awkward now for you

Casey: probably have to give it a miss when you 1st take the baby down the caravan, yeah

Janis: might just have to pick a new spot, this rate

Casey: least I didn’t taint the only beach about for miles and miles, that’d be rude

Janis: nah, not short of ‘em

Janis: nan’ll probably wanna get rid the caravan keep being used for shit she don’t approve of

Casey: had a good run

Janis: rude of you to not let me do something to get it killed but there we go

Casey: worse of you to put those sorts of ideas in my head

Janis: can’t help where my head is

Casey: we’re in the same place in our heads anyway

Janis: can live with that for now

Casey: I’ll try to, even if it feels like it could kill me

Janis: it kills me, how close we got to actually going there

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