Hc’s about jealous Michael? Preferably Peepaw but you can write for Og if you want. Im a whore for his jealousy.
frfr giggling and twirling my hair rn, your speaking directly to my brain bestie 😩🤌
I’m doing this one first cause it’s gonna be just a tad quicker for me to do ;w;
WARNINGS: THERE IS A BRIEF MENTION OF NSFW STUFF SO IM SORRY (I’m too much of a slut for that fictional man istg) not proofread, we die like real men here. Michael being hot asf.
HC’S of jealous peepaw Michael Myers!
Firstly, peepaw micheal doesn’t get overly jealous too quickly, but if a cashier does get a little too friendly, or some random person looks at you with anything other than casual respect? You might have to keep an eye on the news for missing people. 👀
*insert intense glaring and heavy breathing here*
definitely glares at whoever’s being too friendly with you. Depending on if y’all are in a crowded area, he might peak out to give the person a hello. With his knife. Preferably in their chest
if he can get the chance to properly go outside with you without the fear of revealing who he is, he is ALWAYS keeping a hand on you in one way or another. Like, his hand on the back of your neck, shoulder, bicep, and even your waist sometimes. He’s not the biggest fan of PDA but he won’t hesitate to let others know what’s his.
when y’all get to the safety of your home, he’s a lot more touchy than usual. Resting his forehead on the crown of your head, wrapping his arms around you and huffing.
once you get past his initial violent stage of his jealousy he really does get needy for your attention. I mean, you basically deprived him earlier, how can he possibly live if you won’t sit on his lap and let him hug you for the next hour??? How cruel 😤
HES fr such a drama queen though 🙄🤚🤚🤚
will NEVER verbally express his jealousy, for one, he just does speak that much all together, and two. He’s. He’s kinda petty ngl.
like fr. He’s just gonna be like 🧍♂️while your just like “Michael?? Are you mad at me???” and he’s sTILL JUST STANDING THERE. expects you to know EXACTLY why he’s jealous.
oh wow, all this nice and sfw stuff about how jealous he gets WELL LETS NOT FORGET THAT MAN WOULD POUND YOU INTO OBLIVION
you thought I wouldn’t make an excuse to talk about fucking Michael Myers? Well you’re wrong. Because we all know when that man gets jealous, he gets possessive . And what better way to show everyone your his?? none other than leaving so many marks on you someone would think you were attacked by a swarm of raccoons.
if you’d let him, he would 10000000% lightly (I cannot stress how lightly he would do this) carve his name in either your arm, or chest.
hickeys? Yes. Bite marks? You fucking bet. Bruises from his hard ass grip? Obviously!!!!!
ehem. Uhm. Now that I’m no longer feral, he would definitely need some small form of reassurance. Cuddling, hand holding, just general quality time together will work.
HUFUFUUFUFUFUFU I NEED TO BE CONTAINED I WANTED TO MAKE THIS ALL SMUT BUT I MUST REFRAIN!!!! MY BRAIN IS ROTTEN! 😭😭😭
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my requests are open, as well as my asks, so feel free to drop by!!!
[pls omfg send my more requests I’ll literally kiss you istg]
I couldn't tell you how I could hear those words, affronted and short. I couldn't tell you a lot of things, because I didn't know what things existed yet. I was… new. A creation spun in the dark by cold (though, make no mistake, kind) hands, spidery fingers dancing amongst my atoms with a skill I could not comprehend (and in the future, would continue not to comprehend). One moment I was merely stardust, fallen from the heavens into some deep ominous cavern, and the next I had a consciousness.
"It is mine," replied a new voice, clear and steely. "I will hear no word against it."
"Thania, it looks as fragile as glass, put it out of its misery, or I will."
Thania, blessed Thania, who pulled me from the sky and into the dank, cool, earth. I will remember this name always, with reverence and with fear, for what sort of creature can simply create as she had?
"And will you down Rheiah's monstrosities? The ones with teeth and claws, who will someday kill and hurt whatever other creatures we decide to make? Will you tear Helian, Nychti, and Lunapa's creations from the sky?"
"This is different," growled the other voice. "This one is like us."
"A legacy," Thania breathed out happily, the little gust of air spiraling and tumbling through the air, sparkling. Or, it felt like a breath from Thania would do such a thing. I could not see (not yet, not for a long time) but my imagination was growing in leaps and bounds.
"It is an insult to call it a legacy of any sort. Do your duty, sister. Kill it."
There is a silence. It is not a comfortable silence (it makes me writhe anxiously, at which the other presence makes a noise of disgust). Then Thania speaks once more.
"In time, it will grow. It does not have a purpose yet, and its form reflects that. Would you really have me ruin a being with such potential?" Her voice is warm and it wraps around me, lulling my mind into a more dormant state. My time has not yet come, so I will sleep.
"You've grown churlish in your old age, Kronal. I urge you to reflect on why that is."
"Fuck off, Thania. And put that thing away, I don't want to see it again until it becomes… something."
"As you wish."
Words began to blur together as I settle into a state of half-being. I feel myself sink into the dirt, my body (was it a body yet?) catching on jagged rocks along the way down, down down. And slowly… I was forgotten.
i probably missed some mistakes but i hope it's alright gjbhsdhs
Death was a strange thing.
He spent a while just in the void. not limbo - or at least he didn’t think that was what it was. Everything was light and dark at the same time and he couldn’t feel most of his body, just the pulsing stab wound in his chest.
Ranboo floated there, in the void, for a while.
He wasn’t really sure when it started to shift. Time was relative, in this place. He was, of course, aware of it when he started to fall.
Now, he panicked a little bit there. He was definitely going down, speeding towards - something. he couldn’t really see. It was still just void.
He broke through the clouds.
Clouds?
Uh oh.
He closed his eyes, bracing himself for impact, and then -
He didn’t land.
Cautiously, he opened his eyes, and immediately wished he didn’t.
Ranboo was drifting slowly down over a world that was not, in fact, his own. He glanced down and swallowed nervously - he was very high up over a deep blue ocean.
His heart began to pound. The slow fall effect seemed to be holding up - strange, too, he didn’t know how it could possibly have been caused - but he was filled with the very real sense that he could plummet into the cold, stinging water at any point, and he was powerless to stop it.
He looked away quickly from the water and took in the rest of the view. It was obvious the world was well populated - buildings made of deepslate and copper and glass peppered some farmland on the coast, and a bridge stretched off into the distance. A ways away, a low-slung building with a goat head design on the roof sat on an iceberg in the sea. It was done with remarkable skill and attention to detail - he’d never gotten the chance to see things like this, and he was temporarily distracted from his impending doom.
The abrupt vanishing of the slowfall effect was what jarred Ranboo back into reality.
He barely got out a terrified screech before he hit the water. The cold and pain came as a terrible shock after all that emptiness, and he flailed madly, clawing his way up to the surface.
He began swimming towards the nearby iceberg frantically, the water stinging terribly - he’d taken off his armour right before Sam had stabbed him. That was a mistake.
Pulling himself up over the ice, he lay there for a second, gasping for air, dazed and confused. The initial shock had worn off, and he was left wondering where the hell he was. Standing up on shaky legs, he glanced at the imposing deepslate building on the iceberg, and then looked out over the water. None of it was familiar.
Ranboo was quickly spared from his questions, however, as he saw something flying towards him from high in the air. His immediate instinct was to run, but where would he run to?
The flying thing came closer and closer, and he realized that it was a person. At least he thought it was, it was vaguely person-shaped, and appeared to have an elytra attached to its back.
The person landed, and stared at Ranboo. Ranboo stared back.
“Who are you?” the person demanded. He was a tall, green-skinned humanoid with a metal plate over part of his skull, brown hair, and a robotic eye.
“I’m… I’m Ranboo,” he said nervously. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“I’m Doc. And you’re on Hermitcraft, dude, a long way from wherever you came from.”
Ranboo stared in confusion. “I’m on Hermitcraft?”
“Yeah… that’s where you are. Where are you from?”
“Uh.. the Dream SMP… I’m not dead?”
Doc raised his eyebrows. “Really?” He chuckled. “Oh, you’re very lost then. And no, you’re very much alive.”
“Oh…”
“What am I saying? We need to get you back where you came from! Come with me.”
He led Ranboo up to a long black path that wound around the building and connected to the long bridge. “Let’s go find someone who can help you.”
They started down the bridge. Ranboo looked around in awe. He’d only heard passing snatches of what Hermitcraft was - he’d heard that the most talented builders were gathered there, filling a world with wonders then moving on to the next one. He never thought he’d get the chance to see it in person, though.
“So how’d you get here?” Doc asked as they started down a long coastline path. “I saw you fell out of the sky there.”
“I uh.. yeah. I think I died,” Ranboo replied, trying to recall what had happened. “I definitely died, actually. And now I’m here.”
Doc laughed airily. “Really? I don’t think this is the afterlife, I’m gonna be honest…”
“No, yeah, this is definitely not where I’m supposed to end up. I don’t know how I got here, really.”
“Well, welcome to Hermitcraft. Enjoy your very short stay.”
“Thanks.”
They had made it a considerable way down the path, and another group of structures was beginning to come into view. Ranboo could see some copper roofs over tall spruce trees, and the faint outline of mountains further on.
“Now, I personally don’t know how to travel between servers. Especially not to servers that I don’t know the location of. However, I know a guy who knows a guy - well, you know how it is.”
“Mhm.”
They came upon the group of buildings, and Ranboo gazed around in awe, temporarily forgetting the absurdity of the whole situation. They were walking close to a huge steampunk wagon, each part of it stretching up high, its wheels almost as tall as Ranboo was.
“Cool, huh?” Doc said, glancing over at his slack-jawed expression. Ranboo just nodded.
Doc led Ranboo to a house of sorts that resembled a pirate ship and knocked on the spruce door.
A brown-haired woman wearing a navy hoodie opened the door and glanced between them both, holding a bundle of leaves. “Hi Doc!” she said, and looked at Ranboo. “Who’s this?”
“Hello Pearl. This is, ah,” Doc glanced at him.
“I’m Ranboo,” said Ranboo.
“Oh! Hello there. What’re you doing here, then?”
“He says he died,” Doc said with a light chuckle.
“You… didn’t, though,” Pearl replied, looking him up and down.
“Yeah, I guess not…”
“He needs help getting back to the Dream SMP,” Doc added helpfully. “Since you know Scott better than I do, well -”
Pearl laughed. “I suppose that’s true! I’ll see what I can do for you, Ranboo. Would you like me to take you now?”
“Uh, sure - sorry, I don’t know what’s happening?”
“There’s one man who has access to most servers easily, and that is Scott Smajor. I think you know him, yes?”
“Yeah, I know Scott,” Ranboo sighed. He was well acquainted with the championship event organizer.
“I’m pretty sure he’s over at the empires right now, so I’ll be taking you there to see if we can figure something out,” she explained, grabbing a satchel that was resting beside the door. “Have you ever used an elytra?”
“No - no, I haven’t,” Ranboo said, suddenly nervous. As a result of the End ban, he’d never gotten a chance to use one - and he’d heard they took a bit of getting used to.
“That’s alright, the trip isn’t that long,” Pearl replied, rifling through her satchel. “Here - catch.”
She tossed him a pendant attached to a chain, and Ranboo fumbled to catch it. It was small and purple-grey, and it was in the shape of a pair of wings.
“What you do is you put it on your wrist, like this,” she explained, taking one similar to Ranboo’s and wrapping the chain around her wrist. A pair of black bird wings immediately sprouted from her back.
Ranboo copied her, and stumbled as added weight appeared suddenly, like a backpack. She looked at his wings with a slightly surprised expression, murmured “Interesting”, then quickly stepped outside.
“I’ll be going now, then,” Doc said.
“That’ll be fine, Doc, I can take it from here,” she replied. Doc gave them both a curt nod and took off into the darkening sky.
“I won’t make you fly by yourself, don’t worry,” Pearl assured Ranboo upon seeing his terrified expression. “Here, take my hand.”
Ranboo grabbed her hand, and she pulled out a firework rocket.
“Hold on tight,” she said, and suddenly Ranboo was airborne for the second time that day.
He stifled a screech as they shot into the clouds and for a second, just for a second, he saw the edge of the moon rising. It was massive - noticeably so, far too big for a regular moon, filling half the horizon. He had just a moment to be confused about it before there was a vwoop like an enderman teleporting and they were somewhere completely different - the moon was normal sized again.
Pearl dove, pulling Ranboo with her, and they broke through the clouds over completely new scenery.
They landed in front of what looked to be a huge wood house, for lack of a better word. Ranboo tumbled to the grass, tripping over his own wings.
“Just take your pendant off and you’ll be all good,” Pearl said. He removed it and the weight vanished.
Pearl knocked on the tall wooden doors of the house. “Let’s hope he’s home,” she remarked with a soft laugh.
The doors opened, and a familiar blue-haired figure stepped out.
“Well, what do we have here?”
“Scott,” said Ranboo.
“Ranboo,” the man himself replied, looking up at the enderman hybrid.
“He’s gotten a little lost,” Pearl explained, amused.
“I see. And you two came to me?”
“Yeah - well, you were -”
“I know, I know. Let’s get you sorted, shall we?”
“Thanks, Scott,” Pearl said, and took off.
“How did you even manage this?” he asked exasperatedly, leading Ranboo into the house.
“I don’t know, Scott. I don’t know.”
Scott rifled through a nearby enderchest. “I need… hmm.. here.”
He removed a large green crystal. “Alright. I need you to grab this.”
Ranboo complied.
There was a burst of green light, and then -
They were standing at the spawnpoint in a very familiar server.
Taking place right after part 3, and in an AU where Jotaro actually had friends before we meet him, you find yourself having to reassess just what your relationship is with the hard-to-read highschooler.
"Need a hand?"
You spit dirt from your mouth and brush Jotaro's hand aside before getting up on your own.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
You frown, "I'm fine, and I don't need your help." His expression flickered towards hurt for a brief moment and you sighed, "I mean I don't want you getting hurt on my behalf any more. This is the third time this week and you took a real beating. Are you okay?"
He shrugged, "I'm fine, I've been through worse."
His off-handed comment makes you flinch. The two of you had been friends for a long time as kids but had drifted somewhat as you entered high school. Then, all of a sudden, an incident at school occurred involving a nurse and three students, one of them being Jotaro.
Shortly after, Jotaro disappeared completely for two months before reappearing with fantastical tales of magic, vampires, found family and lost friends. In fact, you might not have believed any of it if he hadn't demonstrated the powers of his stand for you.
You still weren't entirely sure of everything that had happened, but one thing was for sure. Jotaro suddenly seemed a lot more keen to rekindle your friendship.
"You'd think they'd learn to stop picking on you at this point, I've certainly beat them up enough." Jotaro's voice jolted you out of your reminiscing.
You frowned, "You know they only mess with me because of you, right?"
He blinked, "What do you mean?"
You sigh, how could he be so perceptive about some things and yet so oblivious about others?
"I mean the reason I'm a target is that when you disappeared, I was the only one who didn't immediately assume the worst of you," you explain. "Everyone was sure you'd either gone off and died somewhere or finally been locked up for good."
The more you spoke, the more the stress of the past two months hit you. Up until then you'd been so careful not to betray a hint of emotion for fear that it made things worse but now that Jotaro was back and standing before you, you couldn't keep it up anymore.
You laughed harshly, "And because they couldn't tell it to your face, they told it to the only person who cared."
Jotaro pulled down the brim of his hat slightly and looked away, "I didn't know."
"No, you didn't," you say. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes but you ignored them. The words inside had been bottled up for too long and now nothing was going to stop them from flooding out.
You drew yourself up to your full height, trying to pretend that Jotaro wasn't still a good couple of inches taller. "You still don't know anything, Jotaro. You hear me? Nothing! You left me alone without an explanation and then you left everyone."
"I went to ask your mother where you'd gone and I find her with a team of strangers, wasting away with a fever. No one would tell me anything so I just kept quiet and defended your honor. And for what?"
The tears that you'd learn to hold back in front of bullies were flowing freely now in front of your oldest friend. You jabbed his chest with a finger as he stood there, a strange expression on his face and took your rantings. "For what, Jotaro Kujo? Tell me? For you to never love me like I love you?"
He swallowed nervously, "You love me?"
"Don't!" you warn, "Don't change the subject. Don't disappear without a warning and come back just as suddenly, all friendly and buddy buddy. Don't play with my heart any more."
"[Y/N]," he began but you cut him off weakly.
"Don't say anything."
So he didn't.
Instead, he wordlessly drew you into a hug. Surprise stopped your tears for a moment as he tenderly held your head against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other pressed you closer to him.
You held your breath, worried that he might laugh and push you away again. Might say that he was just kidding. But when he planted a tender kiss on the top of your head, you broke. You muffled your sobs with his shirt and he held you up while your legs threatened to collapse below you.
The two of you stood there for a moment until your breathing finally slowed to normal and your eyes had dried, leaving tearstains on Jotaro's shirt. "I'm sorry," you manage.
"No, I am," Jotaro replied quickly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. And I don't want to hurt people anymore, not if I can help it."
He held you out and looked at you, his piercing gaze rooting you to the spot. "I've never wanted a relationship," he admitted. "All those girls chasing after me felt like nothing more than a nuisance."
"But you're different. For, well, many reasons. But I think the most important one is that it never felt like you were trying to impress me. You were just being yourself, and that was already more than enough. So I think, maybe, I would like to try being with you."
You couldn't help but laugh, your voice still hoarse from crying. "Really Jotaro? You're asking me out now? After I just yelled at you and then cried all over your shirt?"
He nodded earnestly. "I am. [Y/N], would you like to go on a date with me?"
HCS ABOUT PEEPAW GOING TO PLACES WITH READER. it can be anything. like say he’s really clingy the day reader has so much to do and he’s like nahh imma go with you if you won’t stay here. im just a sucker for him being all silent and moody while his s/o does things with friends or whatever idk
hUFUFUUFUFUFUF-
Your just blessing me with all these FABULOUS ideas!!!!
Peepaw Myers x reader
BROODING 1000%
he’s gonna be glaring at EVERYONE, and everyone else is gonna be steering clear of his deadly gaze.
stands behind you and just looking over your shoulder at whoever your talking to with like 👁️👁️. He’s just gonna be heavily breathing while staring them down.
Occasionally he’ll put a hand on your shoulder to try and get your attention, wether it be so he can silently whisper something in your ear, or if he just wants to see you look at him.
he is most certainly more laid back than OG Mikey, so he won’t kill everyone you talk to, but he will glower at others.
Although he is scowling at everyone and huffing every now and then, he is pretty content with you doing all the socializing, cause like. It’s not like he’s gonna do it.
he’s very fond of watching you doing anything tbh, so seeing you interact with others does allow his cold, dead, and unforgiving heart to warm a little (a lot. He’s a sucker for you)
if your out and about and he’s not wanting to be seen, he’s gonna be sitting in the bushes sulking and brooking but like, times 1000.
how dare you be so far away from him! Your practically declaring how much you hate him /j 😤😤
your friends will ask why your constantly looking over your shoulder and waving at that alleyway near the cafe Yall are chillin at and you have to just be like “oh, i was just saying hi to my boyfriend. Yeah he stops by every now and then” and you’ll just have to live with the weird stares you get.
will get sad if you don’t look back at him enough :((((
but that’s all okay, because when you have to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom or something, micheal will be right there to snatch you up and have a…heated session with you, before your allowed to go back to your friends :3
Not a request but imagine how Michael feels the first time you say he’s handsome and that you love him. For so many years he has been told he is nothing but evil.
I wanna hold him and make him feel all soft and loved.
omfg yEs. Reduce that beast of a man into softness 🙏🙏🙏
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he’s gonna just slowly look to you like 👁️👄👁️
Yknow that one audio with L just going “you think…I’m creepy?” Replace that with “you think…I’m handsome?” And boom, you got him.
is absolutely dumbfounded, and has to walk away for a moment to process your words.
will come back to you in like an hour and very silently demand you say it again, via staring at you and huffing occasionally until you do.
from then on out, he will get cranky if you don’t tell him that enough! I mean, cmon, do you even love him if you’re not saying it 100 times a day? (The answer is yes. Yes you do. He’s just needy sometimes)
CG: THAT'S THAT WITH JOHN. IT'S A HUGE MESS AND I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT ANY OF IT.
CG: NEITHER DOES HE OBVIOUSLY BUT WHEN DOES HE EVER KNOW ANYTHING.
CG: HOPE YOU DIDN'T MIND TOO MUCH. ME RAMBLING AT YOU AND WHATNOT. I KNOW THIS SHIT IS REALLY MORE MOIRAIL STUFF BUT AS I AM CURRENTLY LACKING IN QUADRANTMATES, I FIGURED I'D TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT.
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling twinArmaggedons [TA] --
CG: HEY, SOLLUX
CG: BEE BRAIN LISTEN UP
CG: THIS IS YOUR LEADER SPEAKING GET ONLINE
TA: Jeez II'm here kk what do you want. You're liiterally right acro22 the room from me you know that riight? What'2 2o iimportant that you can't even take two 2tep2 two 2ay iit?
CG: I JUST WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WANTED TO JOIN ME HERE ON THE HORN PILE TO DISCUSS SOME STUFF.
TA: What kiind of 2tuff?
CG: HUMAN STUFF, JUST GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE
TA: Okay, okay II'm comiing. Oh and by the way, your whole leader 2htiick ii2 2tiil 2tupiid.
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling twinArmaggedons [TA] --
CG: OKAY SO HERE'S THE DEAL
TA: Why are you 2tiil me22agiing me? II thought the whole of haviing me come over wa2 two talk iin per2on.
CG: SHUT UP. I JUST WANTED YOU CLOSER THAT'S ALL.
CG: DON'T READ TOO MUCH INTO THAT. CARRYING ON.
CG: LOOK WHAT I FOUND.
TA: Oh gog kk have you been goiing on the human iinternet agaiin? Let me gue22, more shiipiing?
CG: NO.
CG: YES.
CG: SHUT UP AND LISTEN.
CG: I FOUND PROOF THAT HUMANS HAVE MOIRAILS. SORT OF.
TA: Okay.
CG: THEY CALL THEM QPRS AND IT'S REALLY QUITE INTERESTING. IT'S DIFFERENT FROM THEIR VERSION OF MATESPRITES. THE DISTINCTION IS FAR LESS CLEAR THAN WHAT WE HAVE BUT IT'S STILL THERE. AND THERE'S A LOT OF DEBATE OVER IT AND STUFF BUT. YOU KNOW MAYBE HUMANS AREN'T SO UNEDUCATED ON THE INTRICACIES OR ROMANCE AFTER ALL.
TA: Lii2ten kk, II love lii2teniing to you talk about 2tupiid 2hiit but what'2 thii2 got two do wiith me?
CG: YOU LOVE TO, NEVER MIND. UMM. WELL, IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU SPECIFICALLY BUT, I DUNNO. I GUESS I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS WITH SOMEONE?
TA: KK you really are hopele22. IIf you want a moiiraiil 20 badly why not go talk to gz agaiin?
CG: WHAT? WHO SAID I WANTED A MOIRAIL?
TA: Pfft, you 2hould 2ee your face. Why el2e would you keep briingiing iit up?
CG: OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT. SHUT UP. THAT'S WHAT. AND BESIDES, EVEN IF, HYPOTHETICALLY, I WAS LOOKING FOR A MOIRAIL. I WOULDN'T TALK TO GAMZEE ABOUT IT. HE AND I ARE THROUGH YOU KNOW THAT.
TA: II wa2 ju2t me22iing wiith you kk, don't blow a fu2e.
CG: NO BUT SERIOUSLY. IF I WANTED A MOIRAIL THEY WOULD MORE CALM AND CARING THAN GAMZEE. NO OFFENSE TO HIM BUT HE'S REALLY PRONE TO FLYING OFF THE HANDLE IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING. AND THEY WOULD ALSO NOT BE FUCKING ADDICTED TO SOPOR SLIME. AGAIN, SORRY GAMZEE.
TA: Lol, the bar ii2 low after hiim ii2n't iit?
CG: OKAY SHUT UP, I SAID I WAS SORRY. HE'S NOT A BAD GUY BUT HE'S ALSO EXHAUSTING. AND AFTER EVERYTHING THAT'S HAPPENED, I'D REALLY JUST PREFER SOMEONE WHO WAS. I DON'T KNOW, QUIETER? A BIT OF A NERD MAYBE, EVEN.
TA: Well, II wii2h you good luck iin fiindiing 2omeone liike that.
CG: THANKS, I THINK.
CG: WHAT WAS I TALKING ABOUT? OH RIGHT, HUMANS.
TA: Look II'm 2ure your human 2tuff ii2 really iintere2tiing and all but II've gotta go. II'll talk two you later.
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling twinArmaggedons [TA]--
CA: ALRIGHT I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M ACTUALLY DOING THIS BUT I'M RUNNING OUT OF OPTIONS. ALSO I THINK YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT AND I SO IS KANAYA SO SORRY FUTURE ME IF THIS ENDS UP BITING ME IN THE ASS
TA: II mean obviiou2ly II'm riight but what exactly are we referiing two here?
CA: YOU KNOW, THE WHOLE THING WE WERE DISCUSSING BEFORE. IN REGARDS TO MY QUADRANTS OR LACK THEREOF?
TA: Oh riight, 2o you're fiinally goiing to talk to gz?
CG: WHAT? NO! WE'VE BEEN OVER THIS, I'M NOT GETTING BACK WITH GAMZEE. CAN'T YOU THINK OF ANYONE ELSE I MIGHT BE MORE INCLINED TOWARDS?
TA: Uhh..
CG: FOR FUCK'S SAKE SOLLUX, HOW MUCH MORE OBVIOUS COULD I BE?
TA: Kanaya?
CG: FUCKING HELL
CG: IT'S YOU. YOU IDIOT. I'M PALE FOR YOU. THERE I SAID IT. WAS THAT SO HARD PAST ME. NO IT FUCKING WASN'T. MUCH EASIER THAN TRYING TO GET SOLLUX TO UNDERSTAND MY SUBTLE HINTS AT ANY RATE.
TA: Me?
CG: YES YOU. ALTHOUGH I FIGURE MY OUTBURST THERE HAS PROBABLY RUINED ANY CHANCE I HAD WITH YOU.
TA: II mean..
CG: NO, IT'S FINE. I GET IT. UNLUCKY IN LOVE, WHAT ELSE IS NEW.
TA: Maybe not
CG: WHAT?
TA: II thiink, II miight als2o be pale for you.
CG: REALLY?
TA: Yeah. II ju2t diidn't want two admiit iit because II thought you would never feel the 2ame. II al2o fiigured you de2erved 2omeone better than me.
CG: OH
CG: I THINK WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS IN PERSON
TA: Yeah.
CG: BUT, MOIRALIEGENCE IS DEFINITLY ON THE TABLE NOW, RIGHT?
TA: Yeah.
CG: OKAY, GOOD.
TA: Don't go anywhere II'm gonna come over. And then we'll talk about thii2.
