iim coming for you

IIM GOKU.. AND IIM THE PROTECTOR OF EARTH AND IF YOU COME HERE WITH YUOR ALIENS TO KILL MY WIFE AND CHILDREN, I WILL GET MY GUN AND SHOOT YOU

stupid-altean-pools  asked:

So what were the certain serket-related events????? Not knowing is torturing me and knowing will probably torture me too but I GOTTA KNOW

((OOC: alrighty so some (all) of the events in this comic were kinda vague, so this is the disambiguation.

Vriska pushed Tavros off a ledge during a school field trip, which resulted in him being paralyzed. No one saw, but Aradia was Suspicious, so against the advice of Sollux to just leave well enough alone she interrogated Tavros on the matter and subtly recorded the conversation without his knowledge. As soon as she got the admission that it was Vriska she left and showed Sollux the recording. Sollux told her to anonymously send it to school administration and let them handle it, because he realized that if Vriska was willing to push someone off a cliff for pretty much no reason then she’d probably do a lot worse to avoid getting expelled. Aradia, however, was incredibly angry at Vriska, and she was determined to make sure Vriska knew it. She wanted to have her moment of revenge, basically. Sollux tried to convince her not to do that and the two of them had a big fat fight over it. Aradia proceeded to ignore this advice. After school, she trolled Vriska and tells her that she knows. Vriska then ducked into a supply closet so she could have a conversation with Aradia in private, and Aradia followed her. Aradia played the recording of Tavros, Vriska stole the phone, locked Aradia in the supply closet, and left.  Sollux, meanwhile, was trying to contact Aradia via the phone she no longer had over the next two days. His dialogue is kinda small, so in case you can’t read it, it’s reprinted after the summary. Anyway. Monday morning the janitors came back, unlocked the supply closet, and discovered Aradia passed out on the floor from dehydration. She got sent to the hospital. When she woke up, Aradia realized she didn’t have the recording of Tavros anymore, and that Vriska was going to get away with it (because Tavros wasn’t gonna fall for the same trick twice). This dealt a bit of a blow on her emotionally. When the cops came to talk to her about how she ended up locked in a closet over the weekend she refused to talk to them out of some belief that Vriska would find a way to wriggle out of it and that it was pointless to tell anyone. As a result, the school kind of assumed Aradia was just hanging out in the closet for shizzes and giggles and the janitors accidentally locked her in.

Aradia wasn’t exactly mad at Sollux anymore after that, but she also just wasn’t the same person anymore. Sollux blamed himself. It sabotaged their friendship and they just stopped talking to each other eventually. :) :) :)


Also, sorry this took so danged long. I don’t have an excuse. Please forgive me.


2:00 HOURS

-twinArmagedons[TA] has begun trolling you.-

TA: hey

TA: ii know youre probably 2tiill pii22ed off at me

TA: 2iince you diidnt come over twoday liike you u2ually do on friiday

TA: but ii ju2t want two 2ay iit2 not that ii dont agree with you

TA: iim up2et about what happened two, you know.

TA: ii wanna 2ee 2erket’2 2hiit get wrecked a2 much a2 anyone

TA: ii ju2t dont thiink you 2hould confront her diirectly

TA: iit2 two dangerou2

TA: ii care about you, okay?

TA: …okay ii know youre mad but iif you could bother two re2pond, thatd be great

9:00 HOURS

TA: you know what?

TA: fiine

TA: dont an2wer me

TA: 2tay mad forever, ii dont care

TA: go play hero and confront the viilliian 2o you can feel liike iindiiana jone2, miidle 2chool ediitiion, 2iince apparently that2 more iimportant two you than our friiend2hiip

TA: 2crew you, aradiia. and dont bother re2pondiing.

-twinArmagedons[TA] has stopped trolling you.-

16:00 HOURS

-twinArmagedons[TA] has begun trolling you.-

TA: okay AA where are you

TA: thii2 ii2nt funny anymore

TA: there are cop2 at your appartment, your mom ii2 fliipiing ouy you have two come back.

TA: look, iim 2orry, okay?!

TA: iim 2orry for tryiing to 2top you and then for gettiing mad

TA: but thii2 ii2nt funny anymore, you have two come back

TA: …

TA: dammiit AA, an2wer me!


TA: plea2e

38:00 HOURS

TA: you diid iit, diidnt you

TA: you confronted 2piiderbiitch and 2omethiing awful happened

TA: ii knew thii2 wa2 gonna

TA: …

TA: iim 2orry

TA: ii 2hould have triied harder two 2top you


TA: plea2e come back


Anyway. I’ll eventually get around to answering more of the leftover questions. Bear with me. Also I just realized I forgot to draw Aradia’s socks twice, gosh dangit oh well too late now.))

hi babe its me mickey you know your current boyfriend’s ex boyfriend, right? hey looking im sending you this message to remind you that iim gonna be coming over your house tonight around 1:30-ish to um well… beat the fuck out of you and then rob you because when i said stop slandering my fucking name via facebook.. bitch i meant it. when a white woman says stop bitch she means it! uh! but you didnt. no, you didnt. you chose to keep slandering my name and attacking me. so now about 1:30 im gonna attack you bitch. and i saw you at walmart sportin your new michael kors watch? well guess what boo? its mine! best get ready for this ass whoopin boo.

All This Time | Shawn Mendes Imagine

 A/N: this is going to be a little different, dealing with being drunk for a tiny tiny bit so I dunno, I just felt like mentioning that. And I don’t know what it feels like to be drunk (I don’t drink haha) so sorry if this is a bit off.

This is my own little idea so yayy

***

Your POV

Shawn stopped the car at the front of the house, and we stepped out, him taking me to the door. His hand was around on my shoulder, holding me close. 

I have to admit, Shawn is pretty cute, and he is one of the sweetest, most talented people I know.

Maybe I liked him a bit.

But he doesn’t need to know that.

I knocked on the door, and it opened, revealing a boy with a red party cup in his hand. He positioned himself in a laid-back position in the door frame, “hey, you’re here for the party?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on in,” the boy tilted his head towards the inside. I felt my stomach clench. The place reeked of alcohol and looked like a mess. I had never gone to a real party, I was all too shy. The real reason I was here was because I wanted to get accepted.

I wanted them to either leave me alone,

or for them to see that i’m just like them and maybe, just maybe, they’ll find a reason to not pick on me.

I turned to Shawn, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my sweater. It was cold outside tonight, and I was wearing the most party-appropriate outfit I had in my closet, but based on what all the other girls were wearing, it didn’t make the cut. Shawn pressed his lips together, as if to ask me what’s wrong?

He then pulled me into a friendly hug, and whispered in my ear, “what’s up?”

“I’m scared.”

“Just don’t do anything crazy, alright? Promise me that.”

“I won’t.”

He pulled away, pecked me on the cheek, and walked off to the car.

“Your boyfriend?” the boy in the door asked, raising an eyebrow,

“Oh, what? Noo, no no no. He’s just… He’s just…” I turned around in Shawn’s direction, watching him drive away, “a friend.”

***

SHAWN’S POV

12:00

I had to admit, I was a little worried for Y/N. I mean, anything can happen at a party, but she’d promised me nothing crazy would happen, and she’d text me if she needed to be picked up, so I trusted her.

I’d known her long enough to trust her. I remembered how we met during middle school, how I immediately noticed the way she smiled and the way her eyes lit up the room. Ever since I first hugged her I wanted to just hold her there for as long as I could, because I knew that people had been hurting her.

I’ve seen all the nasty things that people’d write about her online. I’ve heard her pacing back and forth in her room muttering to herself about everything she wanted to change about herself.

She hated her height. But why? She fit so perfectly into me when we embraced it felt like pieces of a puzzle clicking together.

She was one of the cutest little things on the planet. 

Pushing my thoughts aside, I remembered that it was getting late, past midnight, and she hasn’t asked me to pick her up yet. No text, no call, nothing. But then I heard my phone buzz.

Y/N: SHAWNWNWSDF

S: y/n are you ok…?

Y/N: I DRANKKRLK SOMETHNIGRS THNATA TASETTEED FUNHNHY AND NOLW I CANT TPYE PEROPOERLYH HA

I stared at my screen. Oh god, she’s been drinking. How did she get her hands on beer??

S: y/n im coming to pick you up

Y/N: IIM FINE

I went right to the car, jammed the keys in, and drove off.

***

YOUR POV

I’ve got no idea what was going on. One second I was at the party and now I’m in a bathroom.

My head was spinning, I felt like I was going to hurl, and I couldn’t walk ten steps without falling over. I felt horrible.

My head was positioned over the toilet and I felt like I was spewing my insides out. I’d never been drunk before. I now know that I hated the feeling. I heard the door handle twist and swing open. I wiped my mouth, looking up, my eyes meeting those of Shawn Mendes. I squinted. Maybe I’m hallucinating. I was still a bit drunk, I couldn’t think straight and my words would slur together when I spoke, after all.

“Shawnnwhatamidoingherrrrrre….”

“You got drunk at that party, and so I brought you home. You okay?” his tone seemed kind and comforting, yet his expression looked like that of an angry parent.

“IdunnntknowwIfeelfunny………” I replied, my eyes feeling like they were going to squeeze shut, like I was going to pass out again. My head hurt like hell, “waittttt am i in your house…??”

“Y/N why’d you do this to yourself?”

“Why duzzit matter…” I said lazily, hanging over the toilet bowl.

“I don’t know… It’s just… I care about you, and I don’t like seeing you like this. It makes me hurt.”

My head was spinning with thoughts, and the fact that I was drunk was not helping.

The logical part of me wanted to just thank him for bringing me here, and ask for him to take me home.

The drunk part of me wanted to go right up to him and kiss him like I’d wanted to since the day I met him, and at the same time slap him for making me feel emotions.

I slammed the toilet seat cover down, the drunk part of me taking over, I cradled my head in my arms on top of the cover, pressing my forehead to the cover, “Yer’ makin’ this soo hard for me Shawn, why?!!?!” I sobbed, my feelings a mess. My heart felt like it was swelling with all the bottled up emotions that I’d held back from Shawn, “You’re making this so. Damn. Hard!”

“What do you mean-”

“I LIKE YOU!” I sobbed again, tears dripping from the toilet onto the tile floor, “ever since the first time I saw you, I had the most embarrassing crush on you and now I can’t take it anymore!” I hunched my back, curling in my shoulders, my body trembling with confusion, anger, and overwhelming shame.

My head was spinning again, it felt like someone was banging a drum in my head, I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, and the world went dark.

***

I can’t remember a thing. I could vaguely remember passing out in Shawn’s bathroom, but I can’t remember what I had said, what I had done, and how I got to his bedroom. I sat up, and looked out the window. The sun had risen. 

Do my parents know I’m here?

Suddenly I realized how I looked from my reflection on the window. I had a massive bruise on the side of my neck by my temple. I put my hand up to reach it, pressed a bit, and winced, my hand shooting away from my head. 

How did I get that bruise?

“You’re awake?” I heard Shawn walk in through the door. 

Me screaming, “You’re making this so. Damn. Hard!”

Me slamming the toilet seat cover down.

The pain.

The confusion.

The hurt.

The feelings.

My muscles tensed as I gradually remembered bits and pieces from the night before. Shawn knows what i’d tried for so long to hide from him now. He knows, and he doesn’t like me. I parted my lips, my cheeks burning.

“Shawn, I…” I trailed off. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to think, I-

Shawn then walked right up to me, squatted down next to the bed, and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his warm breath down my neck, sending chills down my spine. He pulled me close to him, my head resting on his chest, and my arms around his torso. “I like you a lot too,” he said, “I wish I told you that when I met you.”

I pulled away, taken aback. My heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through my veins, “All this time?”

He nodded, the sides of his lips curling into a smile, his eyes looking off to the side. I could see his cheeks turning a shade of red, “Stop it, you’re making me shy!”

I laughed crashing into him and pulling him into another hug. He was knocked down by the force, and laughed as he fell onto the soft carpet pulling me with him. He ran his fingers through my hair, and his smile faded, his eyes landing on my lips. He rolled over, so now he was on top of me.

“Did I ever tell you that you’re kind of cute?”

“I’m afraid you haven’t,” I said, looking into his eyes. He slowly lowered himself, his lips drawing closer and closer to mine, and our lips slowly met.

And they didn’t part for a very long time.

**

A/N: Yaay that was the new imagine! Not really sure how I feel about this one, so please tell me what you think when you reblog, I’d really appreciate it! 

Please check out my other imagines, which are in my ‘imagines’ page on my blog. My recent imagine ‘No one Can Replace Me’ basically made everyone who made it cry so like I decided to make happier ones for a while. Yup.

Byeee!