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thinking about the time i was struggling to open my water bottle in class, and a girl that i had spoken to maybe 3 times came up to me and went
"let me help you baby"
and then proceeded to struggle to open the bottle
fizzy bomb
Arthur used to live further north while he lived with his parents, but during the summers he would come down to tempo to spend time with lance and bond with Lewis more.
After his parents divorce, he moved out and lived with lance from then on

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Starter for @icyremembrance
Itâs dark out, the sun just dipping below the horizon. Arthur walked along the sidewalks, glancing through the windows of shops. He was thirsty and hungry, so if he could just find a restaurant - or even a small convenience store that he could spend the little money he had left and some supplies. Although he wasnât having any luck - typical. There was cake shops, and any coffee shop that he looked through had prices that were way out of his budget. Arthur curses under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets and continuing his truck. He has a Jean jacket on over his vest, the wind a little too chilly to go without sleeves.
He squeezes his eyes shut, blowing into his fleshy palm to warm up his fingers. Only to snap open when a familiar voice broke through his train of thought. He blinks several times, glancing around. His hope growing in his gut like a bubble- was that vivis voice? Holy shit, maybe she could help him get home!
Her bright blues stick out under the light of a street light, and even more noticeable was the look on her face, and the guy who was too close to her. Arthurâs lip twitches as his hope twists into a ferocity that made his fists ball tightly, and he changed course. Making a beeline straight toward the pair.
Said man was inching close into her space, holding her shoulders to keep her in place as he chattered and laughed.
âStay with me? You just got here, and I know my friends can be assholes, but I can treat you right. Cmon. Iâll show you a better time than those freaks.â He says in between chittering laughs, running his palm down her bicep and gripping her elbow. âSuch a pretty gal like yourself shouldnât be on your own out here.â
Vivi Yukino was not a drinker, thatâs for sure. At least, not a heavy one. She found the taste and the burn of alcohol to be off-putting at best, revolting at worst. And yet, sheâd found herself at a bar. She hadnât actually drank anything with alcohol, all virgin stuff, but sheâd been trying her hardest to make friendsâ her own best friend had practically outright abandoned her at this point, and while Mystery was a good dog she found herself slipping into misery in the emptiness her loneliness provided.
She had just wanted to make friends.
Unfortunately for her trouble never seemed to stop rearing itâs ugly head. The bad kind of trouble, too, not the fun stuff. The bad kind of a group of men turning horrible, unwanted, unfriendly attention on her. Vivi had left as quickly as she could have. There was respite in the cool air outside, away from those hungry stares and jeers, and she tried to take a moment to allow herself to breathe as she walked away from that place. And then trouble reared again, in the form of a hand on her, one of them had followed.
Her face is shock and confusion and fear lays right behind her eyes as he moves before her, causing her to move back. Then that grip adjusted on her shoulders, tighter than before, a warning to not run. Heâs laughing and smiling but thereâs so much tightness in her chest, she can tell this isnât a friendly interaction. Her first instinct is to sock him right in his face, knock that poisonous grin into next year. She doesnât want a fight after all, she just wants to go home and forget about any of this. Maybe it would be easier if she tried to talk him down a little bit, keep things calm so this doesnât end up spiraling completely out of control.
Vivi tries to force up a laugh to match his but it comes out a bit more nervous sounding than sheâd intended. That hand running down her arm, now holding her by the elbow, has disgust wrenching in her gut. She feels like sheâs going to be sick. âI donât doubt it.â It was a lie, this guy couldnât treat a rock right, if she had to guess. âIâm really flattered yâknow, but I donât think my boyfriend would appreciate me taking you up on the offer.â A subtle drop but she tried to emphasize it best she couldâ even though she didnât actually have a boyfriend. It was a nice way of saying please leave me alone, stop your creepy advances! Having said her piece she tries to back away again a little bit, trying to pull from his grip as politely as possible.
The manâs sleazy grin grows and becomes skewed and twisted. Alcohol is on his breath, some sort of vodka and grease. He chuckles again and she can see the bits of food stuck in his teeth as he steps forward to close the space again. âOh, you got a boyfriend? And he ainât here to accompany you?â He grips her other shoulder now too, âwell - hate to be cliche but, what he doesnât know wonât kill him.â
Like hell he wouldnât.
Arthur grinds his teeth, his steps becoming hard and aggressive as his fists grow tight. What the fuck was this mans problem? He should punch that look right off his sorry face-!
âExcuse me.â His snarl is coated in venom. Arthurs lip twitching from his poor attempt at composure. But itâs hard when this fucker was getting in his friends face like that. The man doesnât have a moment to look at him before arthur snatches his arm and wedges himself between Vivi and the man, forcing him to back away and giving them enough space that Vivi could run off if she needs to. Leveling a glare directly at him, he hisses, âdo not touch my girlfriend like that, motherfucker.â
He faintly wonders how this Vivi would react, but he canât think of it for too long, only staying between them like a barrier.
â.. youâre her man?â The drunkard asks,
âYeah, I am,â arthur steps into his space, forcing the man to stumble back, âI was a little late to our date, but looks like I showed up just in time. So why donât you scram?â
Starter for @mysteriouslyhopefulstranger
There was many things arthur did not need right now. A bajillion and five, and being kidnapped was now at the tippy top of that list. He struggled in his binds, glaring at the rope binding his wrists to his ankles. The metal rubbed against his skin awkwardly and began to chaff in some places, and no matter how much he tried to finagle his fingers, he couldnât get the rope any looser. He cursed to himself.
Slumping back, he squints through the darkness. Shit, he needed glasses. Thereâs bound to be some kind of door or something he could use⌠instead itâs just dark. Although he could feel the grain of concrete and gravel through his jeans. Thereâs a scent of gasoline not too far, maybe some fire? Itâs hard to tell.
But the more he squints, he can make the faint outline of - something. A thick and hard to tell shape. Was that a person? He clears his throat, which was scratched to all hell. âHe-hey. You there. You okay-?â
I'm so scared, what the fuck does this do to you
Starter for @icyremembrance
Itâs dark out, the sun just dipping below the horizon. Arthur walked along the sidewalks, glancing through the windows of shops. He was thirsty and hungry, so if he could just find a restaurant - or even a small convenience store that he could spend the little money he had left and some supplies. Although he wasnât having any luck - typical. There was cake shops, and any coffee shop that he looked through had prices that were way out of his budget. Arthur curses under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets and continuing his truck. He has a Jean jacket on over his vest, the wind a little too chilly to go without sleeves.
He squeezes his eyes shut, blowing into his fleshy palm to warm up his fingers. Only to snap open when a familiar voice broke through his train of thought. He blinks several times, glancing around. His hope growing in his gut like a bubble- was that vivis voice? Holy shit, maybe she could help him get home!
Her bright blues stick out under the light of a street light, and even more noticeable was the look on her face, and the guy who was too close to her. Arthurâs lip twitches as his hope twists into a ferocity that made his fists ball tightly, and he changed course. Making a beeline straight toward the pair.
Said man was inching close into her space, holding her shoulders to keep her in place as he chattered and laughed.
âStay with me? You just got here, and I know my friends can be assholes, but I can treat you right. Cmon. Iâll show you a better time than those freaks.â He says in between chittering laughs, running his palm down her bicep and gripping her elbow. âSuch a pretty gal like yourself shouldnât be on your own out here.â
go whiteboy go
you sent me this literally while i was eating a mustard sandwich (sandwich that has nothing but mustard) so i feel like you knew somehow

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Arthur was out in the junkyard behind the shop, digging around for anything he could hope to busy himself with. Or maybe something he could use to upgrade himself! Lance had been hellbent on insisting that they not use scrap for Arthurâs body, but the mechanic really saw no harm in it. Parts were parts, if you knew how to make them tick right. Besides, thereâd never be enough money in the whole world to buy brand new shiny parts for every single thing heâd done to his new body. Lance just didnât need to know about some of the modifications heâs made after getting up and running so that he could work on himself alone.
He kicks a piece of metal to the side when something catches his eye, bright but familiar colors. Is that his van?! No, no, thereâs no possible way! Lance has been keeping his van out back since he died... he sneaks closer to get a bit of a better look as it pulled into the shop. He looks through the windshield andâ oh. Oh youâve GOT to be kidding! Him??? Himself? Arthur Kingsmen??? How the hell was this even possible? But thereâs something else that smacks him like a brick to the face. Oh god, did anyone see him? Looking left and right Arthur makes a dash to the van, just as the other starts to get out.
âHey!â Itâs hushed, a whisper shout as he jitters nervously. âWho are you? What are you doing here?? Did... d-.. n-nobody saw you, right??â Was this some supernatural thing? A mimic or doppelgänger or something? Maybe it was a dream, too, but heâs not willing to take that risk! Not when another him roaming around could possibly hurt those heâd lost. Those that he loved so dearly.
Another day, another portal. And so far no luck, Or what seemed to be no luck. It was exhausting going to the portal's and being slammed by what felt like heatwaves, Leaving him dizzy and scrambled and feeling even more parched than he than he already was. Doesn't help that It's been a few hours since his last sip of waterâŚ. he had to be sure he got to the passage correctly and didn't run out of gas in doing so, But now his throat was scratchy and his tongue was dry. It wouldn't hurt to sneak to the back and get a few drinks before he set out to to see what was in store for him this timeâŚ. Or at least see if anyone could help him get back.
Arthur cut the Ignition and opened the driver's seat door, reaching out to Press his foot to the dirt-just to be sure that he wasn't going to swipe or be overcome with the worst Vertigo.
But what happened instead was probably worse. He was halfway out and steading himself, when the sudden appearance of another person had him Flinching back and slamming against his door. "fuck!"
His back ached all at once with the pain of metal grinding into his sore muscles, but that was nothing compared to the sudden fear that shot through him when he opened his eyes and saw who was there. An Arthur. Another Arthur? Sure he should have expected that he would one day run into someone like him, but what was with his face? why was he so nervous?... wait was this how he was always like? For a moment Arthur felt bad for all the people he had known in his life.
Still he kept himself back, trying to flatten himself against the Van and slip into it at the same time, staring bug-eyed at the other Arthur. "who am I-? who are you?" Stupid question. Arthur goes over the questions he thinks he heard, before answering, "I'm just looking for an exit. Chill out. I... I don't think anyone saw me. Why? Is someone in trouble? Are we in trouble?" this was another Arthur, so he would probably know better than anyone what it was like here... but maybe he wasn't the only one lost in the multiverse. It wouldn't hurt to check.
â were you ⌠spying on me ? â
Arthur stares at her, eyeing her with a narrow squint. He glanced around and spots her car, then he looks back at her.
âI just stepped outside. Who are you?â
Alice hesitated for a brief moment, taken aback. She normally wouldnât be the one to approach first, and his seemingly confused demeanor made it seem like she was going too far. But the giant ass van close by reminded her why she was here, and her infamous scowl made its appearance.
Ever since the news went on about her take down a very abusive institution through âmysterious means,â she had been harassed by reporters and âparanormal investigators.â In this case, she had seen this obnoxiously orange van wherever she went: the university, the grocery store, the park that was close to her neighborhood, all of these convenient places. When she looked up the name, âMystery Skulls Inc.,â she was greeted with an EDM band and a paranormal investigation crew. Of fucking course!
Alice pointed at the loud orange van, âWhy do I keep seeing that thing everywhere I go?! I know what you pot-heads do for a living, and the answer is no!â
Being new to the Multiverse made a lot of new interactions really odd⌠this one took the cake though. Arthur looks behind him towards his own Van and then back at her, a scowl coming over his face after a moment of deep thought and wondering if this was even worth it. Considering the fact that she came up to him and started pitching a fit - it felt necessary.
âbecause I drive it everywhere? Itâs my preferred vehicle for transportation and my only one.â Arthur wanted to bring up the fact that he had recently gotten lost and is trying to look for a way back home, but he also didnât want to bring it up to this weirdo. Also - potheads. That one comment almost infuriated him, considering that he hasnât been smoking for a few weeks and had been trying to take a break from it so that when he didnât get too addicted. What was this galâs problem? âI donât know you nor give a shit about you.â he says without really thinking, turning around and starting to make his way back to the Van so that what he didnât have to deal with this woman while trying to get himself some food for once in his damn life, âwhy donât you take your own advice and fuck off? Since you clearly think youâre so important that you get in strangers faces for merely existing in the same space.â
Aliceâs face nearly matched her hair. Oh, so this prick is going to pretend that sheâs a Karen?!
âOh yeah!! Keep pretending!! Afterall, Itâs just coincidence that a paranormal investigation team is in the same space where a rumored psychic lives!! Iâve had enough of these phone calls of your kind constantly saying âwe can use you for profit! We could use you for our TV show! Our livestream!â I JUST WANT TO FORGET THE HORRIBLE INCIDENT HAPPENED!!! But yâall just donât care about anything but money and exploitation!!â A small lump in Aliceâs throat formed.
Oh sheâs still talking. Great now sheâs YELLING! Arthur wants to throw up his hands and just hop into his van and take off. But the pettier partâŚ.
He glances over his shoulder, throwing a hard glare at her. âGood job announcing yourself. Not everyone is out to get you though. Iâm not trying to follow you either - I donât even know you or where I am.â He enunciated every word and then whipped back to walking away, âGet a life and maybe block some callers. It does wonders Ms. psychic!â
She wasnât the only one getting stressed. His own shoulders began to tremble with the edge now clinging to his body. Itâs not everyday that someone just screams at you, and regardless, he did not want any part of it. It still didnât help his anxieties. He grits his teeth to block out the anxiety running through his muscles and hops into his van. He bites his lip and clenches the steering wheel with jumping muscles and a tight throat.
God. He just wants to get home.
Bullshit! His tacky vanâs appearences were way to coincidental.
âYou think I havenât tried blocking numbers?!â Alice shouted after him. âAnd might I suggest the Rabid Caverns as your next experimental digs?! Iâm very sure the entities there will give you airheads a warm welcome!â She turned around and stormed off.
Slightly Obscure D&D Character Questions!!
dedicated to those who canât stop thinking about their own characters âĄ
What does your character typically keep in their pockets?
Do they consider themselves an optimist? Pessimist? Realist? What are they like in actuality?
How do they carry themselves around strangers? Friends/Lovers? Family?
If your character was a work of art, how would you describe them?
How does your character express theyâre comfortable?
How does your character express that theyâre uncomfortable?
How impulsive is your character?
What is something they cannot resist?
What is their favorite scent?
If they were in a rock band, what role would they play?
How does your character blow off steam?Â
Physically, does your character feel warm or do they always feel cold?
If they were a body of water, what would they be?
Does your character value promises? Are they good at keeping them?
Describe their ideal date.Â
What keeps them going?
Does your character swear? Whatâs their favorite phrase/word?
How does your character act when they want to seem inviting?
How does your character act when they want to seem threatening?
Can your character flirt? Are they aware theyâre flirting? How do they do it?
If they were a potion, what would it look like? (Color, glass shape, smell, etc.)
What kind of person would they never side with?
Would your character want to be famous? Why or why not?
Whatâs a controversial food opinion they would have?
How does your character feel about spending money?
What would they want for their funeral?Â
If they were a ghost, how would they haunt in the afterlife?Â
Why do they keep secrets?
What does your character have too much of?
What never gets old for your character? Something your character canât get enough of?
Can your character visualize actual concepts in their head? Or are they just vague thoughts?Â
Does your character daydream? What do they usually keep their mind occupied with?
How do they feel about the unknown?
How do they respond to condescension?Â
Do they consider themselves childish/mature for their age?
What makes them blush?
What are some ways your character acts silly?
What fairytale/myth suits your character the best?
What does your character believe their party lacks?
Describe a corruption/redemption arc version of your character.
Whatâs a texture/sound your character cannot stand?
Is there something your character isnât very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless?
Is your character good at apologizing? Why or why not?
How do they hold onto people?
What would they never forgive themselves for?Â
How does your character feel about growing old?
Do they consider themselves funny? How do they use humor?
What do they want to leave behind?
Do they talk to themselves?
What is their native language? If they know multiple languages, how do they speak/act differently?
What makes them a hypocrite?
If your character was under quarantine, what type of quarantine person would they be? (Productive? Hobbyist? Lazy?)
What does freedom mean to them?
What is something they currently look forward to? What is something they dread?
How has your characterâs mental health been recently?
If your character had wings what would they look like?
How does the way they act seemingly contradict their ability scores?
Whatâs a habit that needs to be broken?
Whatâs something your character has realized?
Who do they go to when they need to bounce ideas off of someone?
Who do they go to when theyâve had a nightmare?
Who does your character think is the most put together in the party?Â
Which party member would they pull a prank on? Who would they plan a prank with?Â
What is one thing they want each party member to know?
Which do they value more?
65. Adoration or Intimidation?
66. Outward Passion or Quiet Rebellion?
67. Selflessness or Self-Preservation?
68. Objective or Subjective?
69. Journey or Destination?Â
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â were you ⌠spying on me ? â
Arthur stares at her, eyeing her with a narrow squint. He glanced around and spots her car, then he looks back at her.
âI just stepped outside. Who are you?â
Alice hesitated for a brief moment, taken aback. She normally wouldnât be the one to approach first, and his seemingly confused demeanor made it seem like she was going too far. But the giant ass van close by reminded her why she was here, and her infamous scowl made its appearance.
Ever since the news went on about her take down a very abusive institution through âmysterious means,â she had been harassed by reporters and âparanormal investigators.â In this case, she had seen this obnoxiously orange van wherever she went: the university, the grocery store, the park that was close to her neighborhood, all of these convenient places. When she looked up the name, âMystery Skulls Inc.,â she was greeted with an EDM band and a paranormal investigation crew. Of fucking course!
Alice pointed at the loud orange van, âWhy do I keep seeing that thing everywhere I go?! I know what you pot-heads do for a living, and the answer is no!â
Being new to the Multiverse made a lot of new interactions really odd⌠this one took the cake though. Arthur looks behind him towards his own Van and then back at her, a scowl coming over his face after a moment of deep thought and wondering if this was even worth it. Considering the fact that she came up to him and started pitching a fit - it felt necessary.
âbecause I drive it everywhere? Itâs my preferred vehicle for transportation and my only one.â Arthur wanted to bring up the fact that he had recently gotten lost and is trying to look for a way back home, but he also didnât want to bring it up to this weirdo. Also - potheads. That one comment almost infuriated him, considering that he hasnât been smoking for a few weeks and had been trying to take a break from it so that when he didnât get too addicted. What was this galâs problem? âI donât know you nor give a shit about you.â he says without really thinking, turning around and starting to make his way back to the Van so that what he didnât have to deal with this woman while trying to get himself some food for once in his damn life, âwhy donât you take your own advice and fuck off? Since you clearly think youâre so important that you get in strangers faces for merely existing in the same space.â
Aliceâs face nearly matched her hair. Oh, so this prick is going to pretend that sheâs a Karen?!
âOh yeah!! Keep pretending!! Afterall, Itâs just coincidence that a paranormal investigation team is in the same space where a rumored psychic lives!! Iâve had enough of these phone calls of your kind constantly saying âwe can use you for profit! We could use you for our TV show! Our livestream!â I JUST WANT TO FORGET THE HORRIBLE INCIDENT HAPPENED!!! But yâall just donât care about anything but money and exploitation!!â A small lump in Aliceâs throat formed.
Oh sheâs still talking. Great now sheâs YELLING! Arthur wants to throw up his hands and just hop into his van and take off. But the pettier partâŚ.
He glances over his shoulder, throwing a hard glare at her. âGood job announcing yourself. Not everyone is out to get you though. Iâm not trying to follow you either - I donât even know you or where I am.â He enunciated every word and then whipped back to walking away, âGet a life and maybe block some callers. It does wonders Ms. psychic!â
She wasnât the only one getting stressed. His own shoulders began to tremble with the edge now clinging to his body. Itâs not everyday that someone just screams at you, and regardless, he did not want any part of it. It still didnât help his anxieties. He grits his teeth to block out the anxiety running through his muscles and hops into his van. He bites his lip and clenches the steering wheel with jumping muscles and a tight throat.
God. He just wants to get home.