#Boy is NOT FINE but he is damn good at acting fine haha
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Hi pook 😢 ( sorry if u don’t like the nickname) but I’ve been reading your series and I am reading Into the Fire (chapter 8) and I’m just wondering why you made Sokka give in so easily when people tell him to control himself that’s not Zuko. Because I would imagine that he would be more stubborn and more focused on what he wants instead of being caring. Even though he’s a caring and kind person I feel like being in prison would make him more selfish and less understanding of other people if than makes sense 😭
Like it just aggravates me when I see Katara try to idk really baby him and control him a bit (not mentally) it just kind of annoys me. Because even though Sokka loves his Sister I feel like he shouldn’t listen to her for real.
But that’s just me because that’s my opinion coming from someone behind has anger issues/ gets angry easily 🤷♀️
I love love love this series btw!!!!
I added your other ask too so I could respond to both! Hiiii hellooooo I don’t mind nicknames it’s actually nice because then I can keep anons apart haha
as for your comment about sokka I gotta say you’re probably the first person to tell me sokka isn’t angry enough haha. Which is fine because everyone’s allowed to have their own opinions, but my thoughts on LIAB angry sokka is his intelligence is often battling his emotions. I think sokka is smart enough to know he isn’t supposed to be lashing out at people the way he is or clinging to Zuko so tightly to where they both can’t breathe.
i also think he is desperate to be back to his “old self” without actually wanting to be his old self. I do think he is fighting his path to healing every step of the way but even with all the time spent in prison he is still SOKKA. He cares for people he loves his family and he knows from watching his parents growing up what a healthy relationship looks like - his codependency to zuko is probably not it. I doubt it will change much, but when people tell him ‘you need to chill’ Sokka is very much like I FUCKING KNOW BUT I HAVE NO CHILL!!! NONE! ZERO CHILL.
but I can’t imagine sokka wanting to hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it. Or fighting his friends and family to isolate himself anymore than he already is. I have learned that writing a more emotionally triggering fic does stir up emotions in people and causes them to project onto the characters a bit which is fine but everyone processing trauma differently. & sokka is doing it his own way just like zuko is.
Also…. This is a fanfic and I don’t know if people wanna read sokka being a raging asshole for 50k… so some of the realism in healing gets lost to word count because unfortunately I can’t spend years and 1000k helping these boys overcome their trauma so some of it has to be rushed a little for word count / plot purposes haha.
Liiiiiiisten here pooki-anon you come yell at me anytime about liab I’ll be right here to soak up every word! Thanks for the ask I’m glad you’re enjoying the series!!
#I have tried to take my time with the healing arc#Because we spent SO MUCH TIME dismantling the boys#I wanted to give them the change to be somewhat put back together to where they can at least function#I do agree with you anon!#Sokka could be 10000x angrier he could close up and say fuck off to everyone but it’s just another hurdle to climb over#His anger has been a reoccurring theme because I do write liab sokka angry#He has a right to be angry too!!#But I don’t know if people wanna sit and read sokka going in circles with his anger anymore than he already has#I love love love a good healing arc and I’m trying to take my time with the boys but….#*word count and plot point and me eventually wanting to work on a project that isn’t LIAB haha*#I do think sokkas a mess right now#But damn it I want him and zuko to snuggle and him and Katara to laugh and his dad and him to pal around and toph and Aang to give him shit#And momo to pull his ears and appa lick him and idk all the fun sokka stuff we miss#I can’t do that if sokka won’t be open to healing and being less angry#Which is why I’m allowing him to progress haha#Ugh now we gotta work on zuko!! ->#Zuko: “why I’m fine??”#Boy is NOT FINE but he is damn good at acting fine haha#Thanks for the ask anon#Ill#give you the tag#Pookianon#Liab#ITF#ask
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Can I request some jealous! Eddie x cheerleader! reader? (Totally inspired to request bc of the Billy fic!) But what if Reader and Eddie had been dating for over a year and Reader is a cheerleader, and Eddie's jealous bc he always find Steve, Billy, Jason, and all those jocks flirting with reader (pretend this is B4 season 4) and once they were at Chrissy's party, Eddie to do deals, but he found the jocks flirting with Reader at a party (reader thinks the jocks are dumb). After some hours, Eddie has had enough, he takes her to his van and they have sex and Reader's like, if you were so jealous you should've told me! (But like, she's not angry, she thinks it's cute that Eddie acts overprotective and all that when he's jealous) ik you just wrote the Billy one, but I can imagine Billy and Eddie being like different kind of jealous boys (if that's a thing!)
Haha I'm glad you got some inspiration. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻
If the van is shaking, don't come knocking
Eddie knew that the second he took Y/N off the market, there would be consequences. When Eddie was chasing after her, he wasn't the only one. He was running with every boy in school, all competing to win her heart. He knew she was way out of his league, and he knew if he fucked up, she has many options waiting for her.
But for some reason, she set her eyes on Eddie at the start and they never wandered off. Eddie doesn't understand it, but he isn't gonna question it.
Sadly, the jocks didn't quite stop chasing her after their relationship went official. Eddie felt like he had to beat guys off of her with a stick. Even after a full year of being together, the basketball ball team watched her more than the ball. Eddie almost wanted to join the team just so he could throw the ball at their dicks.
Billy Hargrove, a blonde with blue eyes and a reputation for being amazing in bed. Eddie knows Billy isn't a real competition because Y/N was sweet and hated assholes. Plus he looked nothing like Eddie, and Eddie knows he's Y/N's type. So only a .5 threat to Eddie. But Billy knew how to flirt, and that scared Eddie.
Jason Carver, another blonde and blue eyes, is not a threat to Eddie. Incredibly rich? Yeah, he's got that over Eddie's head. Still an asshole, but less than Billy. A full-point threat to Eddie.
Steve fucking Harrington, has dark hair and dark eyes. Bits of curls were thrown in and moles on his delicate skin. He was rich, smart, stupidly friendly, and one of Y/N's closest friends. And the damn guy was good with kids, which Y/N fawned over. A full ten-point threat to Eddie.
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It was party night at Chrissy's and Eddie didn't want to leave the van. Y/N was wearing dark jeans, an old hoodie of Eddie's, and white sneakers. And Eddie wanted to pounce. The way her perfume lingered on his hoodie made his brain shut off and his dick has full control. He couldn't help but move his hand up her thigh and kiss her neck.
"Let's just stay in here." He whispered, his hot tongue licking up her neck. She whined as she melted into his touch. He always knew how to get her hot and bothered in seconds.
"I wish, but we can't. Chrissy was pissed when we skipped the last party to hook up in the hot tub in the basement." Y/N whined, but not trying too hard to push him off.
"Ugh fine. Stupid cheer squad." Eddie said as he groaned. He pulled himself away and took out his keys.
"Be nice!" Y/N warned. She gave him a stern look but still pecked his lips before they got out of the van.
And just like months to a flame, the boys came running.
"Heya gorgeous, interested in some beer bong?" Billy asked, his shirt unbuttoned as his chest glistened in some type of liquid. Eddie slipped his hand into Y/N's back pocket, a glare sent to the bad boy.
"Maybe in a bit? Eddie and I are going to get a drink!" She said sweetly as she waved. Eddie sometimes hated how sweet she was to everyone.
"I'll let your boyfriend play!" Billy tried again, a smirk on his face when Y/N squealed excitedly.
"Baby! Let's go play. You kick ass at this game all the time." Y/N said, grabbing his hand out of her jeans pocket to hold it and drag him to the table.
Y/N swept the hoodie over her head, she didn't want to ruin it with stains of beer or whatever alcohol was in the cups.
Eddie growled as Billy whistled, his eyes taking in Y/N's tight black long-sleeve. Eddie couldn't help but stare as well, but he's the boyfriend so he's allowed to do that.
"Just go, Hargrove," Eddie said as he rolled his eyes.
"If I win, your girl is my partner for the next round," Billy said, smirking as he threw the ball and it landed perfectly in the red solo cup.
Eddie already planned to win, but now he wasn't leaving until he embarrassed the king of Hawkins.
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"THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!" Y/N screamed, a little tipsy. She held her arms up proud as Eddie sank the ball in the last remaining cup. Eddie smirked as Billy glared over, his girl wrapped herself around his body in a side cuddle. Eddie stood proud, his hand came down on her ass and he gripped it hard. Billy's eyes watched with anger and jealousy as he chugged the drink.
Y/N put back on Eddie's hoodie and grabbed Eddie's hand.
After the game, they finally made it inside the actual party. And to no surprise, Jason found them.
"Well hello, beautiful. How are you?" He asked, his eyes not looking away from her.
"A little tipsy. Eddie and I just creamed Hargrove at beer pong." Y/N said, she was so friendly and sweet that she didn't notice every time she brought up Eddie, these boys fought back a glare. Almost like she was always reminding them without knowing.
"Good. Someone needed to take him down a few" Jason said, and Y/N laughed. Of course, Jason felt like he was the man for making her laugh. But so what, Eddie made her laugh a hundred times a day.
Jason and Y/N talked for a few minutes, Eddie stood next to her but didn't contribute to the conversation. Just kept his eyes on Jason to make sure he didn't try anything.
"Need to run to the bathroom. Be aware of your surroundings and don't let him flirt into your mouth." Eddie said, pecking her cheek. She nodded and moved to peck his lips.
Eddie knew he had to be fast, the boys watched her like a prey. The second the alpha was gone, they prepared to attack.
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Eddie went as fast as he could, washing his hands in five seconds as he raced back out. Only to not find her in the same place he left her.
It was thirty seconds, how the fuck did she move so fast?
He searched the house and made his way to the kitchen. He smiled as he watched her sit on the counter, her feet dangling as she sipped on water. He panicked and all she was doing was being a good girl and drinking water.
Eddie for the first time since they came, felt like it was just the two of them. But then Steve walked right into the perfect picture.
"Thanks for the water." She said as she chugged it down.
"Of course, someone should be watching over something as delicate as you," Steve said, his fingers reaching up to touch her chin, but Eddie's hand stopped him. He didn't say a word, just growled at Steve and shoved him.
Steve was the one guy he refused to let flirt with her for one second. Steve backed off and pouted as Eddie grabbed Y/N's hand and raced them out the door.
"Eddie? Where are we going?" She asked, her feet trying to keep up with his long strides. But Eddie didn't say a word, he opened the back of his van and crawled in. Even though he looked pissed, he was a gentleman and gently helped her up into the van.
"What's wrong?" She tried again as he slammed shut the doors. Instead of answering, he smashed his lips on hers. He easily pushed her down, her back against the soft carpet. His hands were working up and down her body at a fast pace.
They pulled apart to quickly take off their clothes, both eagerly trying to get naked as fast as they could. Y/N didn't even have time to take off her bra when Eddie was pushing her down again.
He dove between her thighs, hot tongue swirling around her clit as he shoved two fingers into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around them. Getting them soaked in her spit. She let them go with a loud pop, then he took the same fingers and shoved them into her cunt.
She whined as his mouth sucked on her clit and his fingers scissored inside of her. He was fucking her fast, and it made her head spin. She could feel him forcing an orgasm out of her. Like he wanted her to cum in seconds. She moaned, her thighs clenching around his head as her hands dug into his hair. She kept his head in place as she rocked her hips against his tongue and fingers.
But before she could cum, he removed himself. She whined after him, her hands reaching for him.
"One second, pretty girl. Just want you to soak my cock." He smirked, leaning down to peck her lips as he pushed his cock inside of her. She whimpered as his cock stretched her out even further. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he started fucking into her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. She was screaming and clawing at everything she could. He was ruthless, almost animal-like. His mouth was on hers, then her neck, chest, and every part of skin he could reach. His hands were above her head as he looked down at her. He watched her face as her body took his cock perfectly. The way her cunt would clench around him, letting him feel the pulsing inside of her. Then her eyes would squeeze shut and her mouth would drop open with screams, moans, and whimpers.
Eddie wanted the van to shake. He wanted everyone to hear her. He wanted everyone to know she was getting fucked good by her boyfriend. He hoped Billy was still playing beer pong, he hoped Jason went outside for air, and he hoped Steve followed them outside. He wished more than anything they could see his van shake and know her tight cunt was getting fucked by him and him only.
His fingers went down to her clit, and that's when she saw stars. She screamed as she covered his cock in her cum. Her wetness making a mess everywhere and probably staining the carpet below them. She could feel Eddie in her stomach, his bulge showing as it moved inside her stomach. She pressed down on it, loving the way Eddie growled.
"Gonna fill this pretty pussy with all my cum. Gonna be dripping with my cum inside of you." He growled into her ear, he panted as he felt his balls tighten. His hot cum filled her as he bit down on her shoulder. She whimpered as her cunt grew sensitive and the extra hit of his teeth created marks on her delicate skin.
He slowly pumped himself dry inside of her, gently removing himself. He prepped her face with kisses and praise. Reaching for a spare towel he kept for these occasions. He gently wiped off her cunt, trying not to dive in for seconds as her cunt pulsed and gushed.
"If you were so jealous, you could've told me." She said with a breathy laugh. She was fucked out, barely felt anything.
Eddie looked up at her. She looked down at him with a fucked out, dazed look. A lazy smile on her face.
"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie winked
Eddie- a full threat to Billy, Jason and Steve
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson request#eddie munson fluff x reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut x reader#eddie Munson smut#eddie munson smut x female reader#eddie munson x cheerleader#eddie munson x cheerleader!reader#eddie munson smut x cheerleader reader#ashwhowrites
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in the mood for rival actors!harringrove where steves the hunky heartthrob star of some soapy drama that has a huge rabid fanbase, and a few seasons in billy gets cast to come in and shake things up, a new hot actor on the rise, definitely a snob, thinks his shit dont stink. hes hell to work with. coming in late and hungover because hes gotta hit up all the hot hollywood parties, is the new It boy.
steve gets pissed cuz hes committed to his craft okay? he takes acting seriously. to the point where he'll stay long hours filming with his costars when its not even his coverage, he just wants them to have a good performance to act off of. meanwhile any time its time to film steves close ups in a scene with billy, if billys wrapped for the day hes fucked off and they gotta get a stand in. or on the rare occasion he does stay he just deadpans his lines, gives steve absolutely nothing to work with which pisses him off. and no ones gonna do anything about it because when the cameras actually on billy? he's electric. cant take your eyes off him. even steve has to admit hes damn good at his job, but he wishes he'd be a goddamn team player sometimes!
so of course rumors of a rivalry leak out to the press and the shows PR has to do damage control. steves on red carpets being interviewed about it like "haha no we're fine we're buddies. dont believe everything you read" meanwhile on set theyre at each others throats between takes
and one day it blows WAY up. to the point where billys storming off set cuz steves being a bitch and he cant work like this! but steves hot on his heels following him straight to the trailers, theyre yelling the whole time, everyone in production is steering clear
they end up in billys trailer. theyre still yelling. everyones waiting outside being nosy trying to make out whats happening. and then the smashing happens. things are falling inside and breaking and the trailers rocking a little and assistants are whispering if someone should go inside and break up whatever fight is happening someone should step in right?
but by the time anyone gets the courage to go in, the doors opening. billy and steve step out. well, steve kinda runs out, back to his own trailer, head down, not making eye contact. billys standing there a little disheveled barking "dont you fuckers have somewhere to be?" and everyone disperses.
the talk around set later is how everyone finds it stranger how neither billy nor steve seemed to have had any bruising or injuries or signs of a physical altercation considering the ruckus that was being made.... so thats a little weird...
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Dude the red hcs are so good bc I have the exact same vision of her in my head like playing volleyball and being extremely gay and pining for Wendy like that’s EXACTLY what I thought too 😭😭 BOUNCING OFF THAT VOLLEYBALL IDEA could you do mutual pining hcs of basketball player Kyle and volleyball player reader please? With bff Red on the side bc the energy u gave her makes me wanna see u write her more HAHA thank you!!
THIS IS SO BFHEFBEUIHU!!! lets kiss.
cheer you on || kyle broflovski x fem reader
✮ summary: your best friend, red, has been trying to convince you that kyle likes you, though you aren't totally convinced until he shows it himself (pt two can be found here)
✮ warnings: stanley marsh jumpscare
"God damn, he's so damn fine." Red gives me a look, already knowing who I was talking about. "Girl, you're like a stalker, hashtag free Kyle," Red scoffs, looking in the direction I was. "Yeah, well you can't tell me that Wendy isn't in your recently searched on Insta," I retort. "I could. It just wouldn't be true."
My eyes stayed on Kyle, watching as he talks to his friends, telling someone off for spilling water all over the lunch table. Kyle and I were okay friends, we talked when we saw each other, but it was never much more than that. Red swore on her life that he flirts with me all the time, but I could only think he was just being nice.
"If you don't go talk to him, I'm drowning you." Red jests, taking a sip from her water bottle. "Hell no, are you insane?" I say, shutting even the idea of talking to him down, stealing a grape out of Red's lunchbox. "He's looking over here," Red whispers, elbowing me.
"Shut up!" I snap, trying not to give in to the urge to look back. "Woah, woah, woah, he's coming over her," Red continues, her voice louder than I would've liked it to be. "Shut up!" I repeat, acting like I didn't have a clue that he was walking up behind me.
"Hey, Y/n, what's up?" Kyle asks, taking the seat next to me. "Not much, just... lunch." I need to shut the fuck up. "Cool," Kyle chuckles, pushing his curly bangs out of his eyes. "You coming to the basketball tonight? It's a big one and I was kinda hoping you could be my personal cheerleader," He grins. I could feel Red's amusement even while I wasn't facing her.
"I totally would, but I have volleyball tonight." I answer. Of course I have volleyball the night Kyle invites me to come watch his basketball. "Home game?" He asks, messing with his bangs once again. "Yeah, sorry, I really wish I could come." He shrugs, giving me a nod, glancing back at his friends.
"It's cool, don't worry about it. Next time, maybe," He mumbles, standing up. "See you in history?" I nod, giving him an apologetic smile. "Yeah, see you." I watch him walk back to his table, jumping as Red punches me in the shoulder.
"He was so bummed! "My personal cheerleader"? Are you serious? He wants you! That was so an invitation to have his little kosher children!" Red exclaims, shaking my arm. "Ew, what the hell? Have his kosher children? He just invited me to a basketball game, I bet he invited, like, eight other girls," I argue, pulling my arm away.
"Are you talking about Kyle?"
"Jesus Chirst," I huff, jumping at the sudden appearance of Stan. Whipping around, I see him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. "He only invited you. He's been growing the balls to do it all day." Stan continues, staring into my soul. I give Red a look, my eyes going back to Stan.
"Ok... bye Stan," I say, waving in hopes he'd leave. He rolls his eyes, returning to his table. "Creep," Red mumbles, zipping up her lunchbox.
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Our match had just ended, our setter, Bebe, dragging out a cooler of gatorades. "Holy shit, Y/n, look to your left," Red laughs, nudging me. I turn and immediately see what she was telling me to look at. "Is that Kyle? Why is he here, did he skip his basketball game?" I say, completely shocked to see the redhead boy at my volleyball game.
He gives me a wave, his signature goofy grin taking over his previously straight face as he steps down from the bleachers. I meet him in the middle, giving him a confused look. "What are you doing here, I thought you had basketball?"
"I wanted to come cheer you on. I called in sick, Butters was gonna take my place." He answers, sending me into a swarm of thoughts. "You're fucked if your coach finds out you were at my stupid volleyball match." I scold, earning a playful eye roll from Kyle.
"It wasn't stupid. You were really good. Plus, I wanted to ask you something."
Hoooollllyyyy shit. If this was going where I thought it was going, I was going to pass away on the spot.
"I think you're gorgeous, and I was wondering if I could take you to get something to eat sometime. I really like you."
Woah.
"Yeah, that sounds fun. Text me?" "Definitely. See you tomorrow."
I was literally about to pass away. Walking back to my team, Red was readily prepared to shit on me about this.
"Told you so." "Shut up."
a/n: MEOOOWWWW
ruff ruff ruff im such a kahl gremlin (not proofread, i'll do it after my nap 😻) (its 3 am)
#south park imagines#south park#x reader#kyle brovlofski#kyle broflovski x reader#south park fanfiction#south park x reader#i want to marry this anon
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Day 6 (September 28) - Classes/School Events
November. A time of month Night Raven College’s the most prideful for.
The food. The events. The students eagerly await goodies and rewards for all their hard work studying for tests and exams as well as club activities, not to mention the month has the best events going on and clubs are much more fun than usual!
The red, orange, and yellow leaves float down like little fairies doing a ballet onto the stone pavement; many are walking as the school’s bell chimes and sings for the end of an hour.
Hidden away in the stone walls of the school’s exteriors stand two boys close together as lips swap kisses among each other, hands holding the other close as the sun shines nicely making lovely shadows that covers them.
It has been about one month or two months if you try and calculate the time since the Red Tyrant of Heartslabyul, Riddle Rosehearts, had his heart stolen away by the rule breaking wild card soldier, Ace Trappola, and that the two became a pair only a handful of people became aware for.
The pair would often go eat lunch together or study together, some days they would go into town or the Mostro Lounge as their little dates, but a majority of their free time together was spent with them doing this, sneaking off from classes and club activities to kiss. Sometimes during Heartslabyul duties they would sneak off to the large maze and kiss among the hedges and flowers blissfully alone with their hearts.
Riddle pulls away from their kissing session and playfully glomps onto Ace with a childish giggle as his lips connect across Ace’s cheer and neck line.
Ace giggles and snorts at the soft pecks across his skin, pulling Riddle’s face back up with a gentle cup of his face and once again their lips were met and glued together like magnets.
Ace learned rather quickly in this relationship that Riddle really likes kissing. Maybe it’s the fact he’s a bit touched starved or maybe it’s due to the quick haste that comes with it, either way Ace isn’t complaining for nice kisses with his cute boyfriend.
And Riddle learned really quickly in this arrangement that Ace really really really adores spoiling Riddle with affection. Maybe it’s due to the fact Riddle needs this kind of attention and affection or maybe it’s just his nature of being a romantic, either way there are zero complaints on Riddle’s end.
“Well isn’t this cute~”
The two pull away fast from one another and leap a good distance apart as they fix themselves the best they can in such short moments.
Riddle clears his throat, face still covered in blush, “See, your makeup is on point Trappola. Be careful with your heart though, we don’t want it to smear.”
Ace nodded fast and spoke rather fast and obviously acted on the spot, “Mhm mhm! On it Housewarden! Thank you so much for fixing my makeup, Haha..!”
The pair look at who interrupted them and nearly cause two heart attacks to the hidden spot's faux entrance to see the shadow of Savanaclaw’s dorm leader Leona Kingscholar smirking at them with summer green eyes glimmering with that damn smirk.
“Look you two, I’m totally fine you two shoving each other’s tongues down your throats, but I need a place to nap while Ruggie’s getting food so find a new make-out spot.” He commented, not even waiting for them to move to walk further in the corner.
The Heartslabyul pair blush mad and sputter in excuses, causing the lion to growl, “Look, I could smell you two making out with each other, you really think you can hide from a Beastman’s scent you idiots?”
That made them shut up and leave in a hurry. Leona laughed to himself as he watched them disappear and laid on the grass calmly, pausing as he looked back at the redheads with a curious glare and a soft smirk. “Hmm…”
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Professor Trein grades some papers quietly as the sun sets in the sky as everyone gets ready for their nightly routine across the school and it’s dorms.
“Spade, 87%, very well done.” He mumbled as he marked Deuce’s little test score. “Al-Asim, 85%, better than last time, well done.”
“Mr Silver, 95%, as usual, good scores. Wish he could try and be awake though.”
“Hunt, 99%, very well.”
“Kingscholar, 100%, good work as always.”
As he writes the markings down and gets to a certain student’s test and reads it through. Then, slowly but surely, his eyebrows began to knit together in curiosity and confusion. “My my,” He mumbled, “It seems Trappola got a 97% score, different from his usual 50% or sometimes just 70% scores on good days…”
He grabbed his pen and wrote the score quietly, “Perhaps he finally got a tutor?”
Across the building in the potion lab room Professor Crewel too grades papers and scores from what he gathered of the week.
His gray eyes read the test scores of every student he quizzed, adding his notes with each student’s performance of the potion lessons and mandrake help, every student having well done skills as usual.
A well groomed eyebrow quirked up upon rechecking one note and test score on a certain red haired card soldier from Heartslabyul has gotten 100%.
He smirks, “Good boy, seems someone’s gotten their head screwed right.”
Way across campus in the small home of the school’s well respected gym teacher Aston Vargas grads his own paper notes and grades of his students of the last four weeks. Besides his notes of his Physical Education classes he also paid heavy attention with the notes for and from each and every single club tied with his part of school and class funding which usually mainly ties with the Spelldrive Club, Basketball Club, Track and Field Club, and very small due to it’s own funding the Equestrian Club.
He hums proud as he writes additional notes with some students, “It seems Rosehearts has gotten better in some of the field exercises. Good for him! He’s always been a scrawny boy, it’s great for him to finally gain muscles!” He cheered and laughed a heart deep laugh of pride. He fondly remembers the first time he helped Riddle with broomstick riding but it seems he’s not a master at it, even doing some tricks in the air!
Now usually that’s a certain trouble making freshman’s doing. . .
Speaking of the boy, Professor Vargas looked at the notes of the Basketball Club for the week. Usually these notes are spending, game scores, behavior checks, and a bunch of other stuff to determine if the club is doing well or not. As he reads the notes he reads some parts praising Ace for his skills and calm demeanor while he still seems to be his usual trickster self. The only negative thing written was small and by a random club member who wrote a note when both Jamil and Floyd seemed to allow it and it was about him sometimes being late or leaving earlier than Jamil which doesn’t quite make sense.
He smiles to himself, “It almost sounds like many are saying he should be the club captain. I wonder if he can be up for the job.”
Meanwhile even farther across campus a certain feathered and glittered garbed man enters a small shack of a shop right by the school’s infamous Main Street, a smile on his blank tinted lips as he poked his eager happy head into the unique and special little home of a store to see a certain handsome shop wonder count up the money of the day from his cash register. “Hello, is the shop still open kind sir?” Crowley asks as he walks in calmly but a slight skip in his already funny steps. Sam turns to him and grins with a giggle, “Depends. We have everythin’, have somethin’ in mind?” He leans against the counter as the school’s silly little man of a Headmaster walks closer to him.
“Hmm~ You wouldn’t have some beautiful Southern men from Port O’ Bliss in stock still do you?” He hummed with a playful smirk, leaning on the counter now while staring into those purple eyes like little Dahlia flowers stuck into eye sockets to grow into the beautiful shade they are now. Sam smirks back and place a finger on his chin as he rolls those pretty eyes up to the sky in thought, “Hmmmm~ Hmm~ Hm~ My my that is a rare item sir, I believe that would cost~” He paused for dramatic effect, giggle at the actual lean in by the birdman, “A few glasses of red wine, some spaghetti and chicken gumbo, a sexy lab professor in a fur coat, aaand~ One. Kiss.”
Crowley eagerly gives the shop keep a good smooch on those lips that crack into a smile.
Once the two parted Crowley added into the conversation, “The wine I have. The food, we can cook together. As for the professor, I’m sure Divus will be done soon from his papers, which gives us time to cook and feed his dogs so he can have a relaxing dinner when he’s all done.” Sam snorts and softly pushes the headmage’s face away, “Alright alright, let me just finish counting up the money and lock up.”
Crowley smiles and watches him work, though he soon pauses when he notices something.
“There seems to be more money than last night. Did you have a sale today?”
Sam shrugged but smirked as he replied, “Just normal business. Though sometime late this afternoon someone paid a pretty penny for some rose and hibiscus tea bags that were imported from the Queendom of Roses and some red, lavender, and white roses from the gardens.”
“Huh? But isn’t a tea bag sold for .50 coins and the roses cost about 1m per rose?”
“Yeah. The boy bought an entire tin of tea bags for both flavors and a whole lotta of roses. I believe the tea he spent a good 500m and the roses was a hefty 8,000m.”
Golden eyes widen in shock upon hearing so much money spent on tea and roses. Honestly he wasn’t expecting a student to spend more on lunch let alone tea and roses!
“Now who made such a payment??” He asked, dying in curiosity at the mere idea of such payments from his partner’s store.
Sam smirked slightly bigger, a gleam of gossip in his eyes, “It was Trappola from Heartslabyul.”
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As the night set into the dorm of Heartslabyul many students turned in for the night, some staying the night in some other dorm with the special overnight stay slip given to them earlier that day as usual if requested and done enough chores for it.
Riddle wanders the hall doing his usual nightly stroll about to make sure everything is perfect and no one is sneaking off anywhere for the night.
Upon seeing the dorm was rested up and closed off, he headed back to turn in for the night.
His shoes click softly against each step he takes in the dorm’s beautiful yet twisted halls he memorizes for years, the moon light glimmering softly into the halls in soft floods of glow from the large glass windows he passes alongside his dear childhood friend of his curious shadow who dances across the floor and walls like there’s a party in this night.
As he finally made it to his dorm room, he paused.
He senses an unknown flavor of magic in the evening air, a tickling of a presence just beyond that large bedchamber door.
Curious but cautious, the red head grabbed hold of the golden knob and pried the door open in a soft creek. I should do a report to get some door oil. He thought to himself as he opened the door more, pausing again as he caught a whiff of floral sweetness that filled his nose.
His blue-gray eyes peered inside and flutter as warmth fill his cheeks in a happy awe glow from what he’s seeing in his bedroom at this late hour; There standing in the room is Ace who’s finishing setting up a small table for two with a fine tea set ready to go, red roses sprinkled across the floor and table in a nice touch of romance same goes for the petals of lavender and white roses as the table’s centerpiece has a nice display of the three color roses settled together in one beautiful piece and large bouquet versions of the display are scatter on Riddle’s desk and the vase of his bedside table.
Ace notices Riddle by the doorway and smiles lovingly, with a sweet voice he speaks, “Hello rosebud. Would you allow me, a humble card soldier, to treat his amazing Queen for an evening tea?”
Riddle’s gaze softens as he nearly melts at the door frame, back hitting the now shut door rather hard yet soft as his face lit up more in a pink hue. A giggle escapes soft lips as the dorm leader pushes himself off the door and makes his way towards the scene, almost growing mad with the happiness he feels in his chest and head in his fuzzy dream-like state into the room. “You’re crazy, you know that right? How did you do all this with the curfew?” He asked, still happily accepting Ace’s sweet kiss on his lips, smiling as the ginger ate up his next drunk like giggle within said kiss.
Ace turned his cute Housewarden around and helped him sit down in the chair of the table as he replied, “I used the Never-Ending Bag to carry this stuff here. Cater-Senpai and Trey-Senpai helped me out a bit by getting me here without anyone else seeing.”
Riddle blushed a bit more when hearing his dear friends helped his boyfriend with this kind of romantic surprise.
Ace went around the table and held up two tea bags. “I know we have the rule of herbal tea but I believe these count in a way, we have hibiscus and rose.” He said as he let Riddle sniff each bag.
The redhead smiles and giggles, “Hibiscus please.”
The ginger smiled in return and placed the bag in a teacup before he grabbed forth the beautiful glass tea kettle of hot water, tilting his wrists just enough to do a clean perfect pour into the cup and watched as the cup’s clear water slowly morphed into a beautiful reddish-pink color.
Once the cup was done he did the same process with his own cup, stirred the cups enough, and threw out the tea bags into the trash bin in the room.
“Happy 2nd Month Anniversary rosebud~”
Riddle blushes and smiles, placing his elbows on the table and his head in his hands as he sighed happily, “That sounds lovely Ace.”
The two smile and stare at each other before lifting their teacups in their hands, softly clinking them together in a cheers before drinking their sweet tea together.
THIS WAS PLAYING IN MY HEAD THE ENTIRE FIC!
I know this is much shorter than my usual fics for the @ridoaceweek challenge but I think it went well!
Tomorrow will be normal and an art piece so be ready!
Also if anyone's curious of the flower meanings
#twisted wonderland#ace trappola#riddle rosehearts#riddle x ace#ace x riddle#ridoace#ridoaceweek23#also staring#leona kingscholar#divus crewel#twst sam#mozus trein#ashton vargas#dire crowley#mentions of#dire crowley x divus crewel x sam
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At a haunted house with them ❦ (w/black reader)
A/n: Everyday is Halloween 🎃
Ft: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, & Law
❦ Luffy
❧ Just know he’s here to have a great time & only a great time nothing else. So weather you agree to go or not doesn’t matter to him cuz he’s grabbing you out the house anyway.
“Boy I don’t feel like going to no damn haunted house today, I don’t want nothing to pop out and scare me like last year. That was terrifying.”
“Cmon y/nnnn if that happen then you know I’m gonna kick their ass like I did before. So don’t be scared we’re going.”
“Okay fine I’m only going cause ya cute & you convince me.”
❧ Okay so boom he came in the haunted house not expecting to be scared but to laugh & have a great time but something just jumped out. Just know he’s either gonna yell so loud and run with you or knock the person in the costume out.
❧ When he’s not yelling his eyes out or fighting with the workers, he’s definitely gonna ask them questions in the middle of them doing their job. He’s just so nosy & wanna interview them but then you have to snatch him up and leave…
“How long you been working at this job ? & do you have any food I’m hungry ? ”
“Uh I’m just here to do my job so I’m not supposed to be answering any questions.”
“Well I’m just asking, you don’t have to be so rude.”
“Luffy let’s go, stop be so annoying to that person other people are waiting in line, I’ll buy you whatever you want so let’s go already.”
“K but I will be back, so next time be ready to answer all my questions costume dude!!”
“I guess I have to it’s not like I have a choice.”
❦ Zoro
❧ Must I even say what’s gonna happen as soon as y’all enter ? yeah you’re right Zoro is gonna find himself somewhere else one minute y’all entering the house the next minute Zoro is calling you asking you where you went, Naw you asking him where he went.
“Bae, where you went I can’t find you?”
“No where did you went ? Zoro why the hell is you in a pumpkin patch if you was just walking with me a second ago?”
❧ Once you found Zoro and bought him back to the haunted house now it’s time for you to put a leash on him cause this a big house and you rather not be trying to look for him all night.
“bae imma have to put this leash on you real quick cause i don’t have time to be looking for you until the next day.”
“Really y/n ? That’s not even necessary I only got lost one time.”
“Lie again and see what happened, now lemme put this damn leash on you without all that back talk.”
❧ The only reason why he even pulled up at the haunted house with you is because he didn’t wanted you to go with anyone else only him & since you might be a lil chicken he had to be there for you & to turn to the side and laugh so quietly at your reaction to a skeleton falling on your head & pulling your wig off. All Zoro could do..well the only thing he could do is hold your wig while you break that toy skeleton in half and stomp out of the haunted house. Just know that he had a word with them ppl.
❦ Sanji
❧ first of all he’s here to keep you company & just incase you get really frightened. He’s also here for the entertainment but mostly there to be around you.
“I’m glad that I arrived so you don’t have to be scared, I’m right here to protect you.”
“Good I’m glad that your here with me, but I have to do the same.”
“Omg your so sweet y/n but there’s no need for that.”
❧ Okay I’m not gone act like he would not be scare cuz he would be at least a little. As soon as he get jumpscare he’s gonna quickly hold onto to you then ask if you’re okay. Nah you need to ask HIM if he’s okay.
“Sanji you’re okay ? You jumped back way too fast and hit your head so are you good ?”
“Yes, of course darling I just trip I wasn’t really scare or anything.”
“I didn’t said anything about being scared so that’s probably why you jumped back fast then.”
“No it wasn’t that my love haha, just was being a little clumsy”
❧ Other than that I just see him walking through the hunted house looking around making sure everything’s alright, while you holding onto him. Y’all just enjoying y’all time together it’s like a lil date for you two anyways.
❦ Law
❧ all he wanna do is enter the haunted house watch you have a good time and leave he ain’t here for no extra bs.
❧ The only “scared” reaction you’re getting out of him is just him jumping back a lil and grabbing onto to your sleeve then playing it off.
*creepy girl screaming inna distance*
“Damn what the hell was that noise? you heard that ?”
“Yes scaredy-cat”
“I wasn’t even scared, I was just asking a question.”
❧ Other than that he’s walking with a straight face and enjoying hanging out with you while holding your hands really tight just incase you get a lil scared not because he’s actually the one that’s scared asf.
#anime#one piece#one piece headcanons#Luffy x reader#monkey d. luffy#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro#Sanji x reader#law x reader
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Unlucky: (Eventual) Steve Harrington x Fem!Subject!Reader
Chapter Four: Hopper and Joyce
Series Masterlist
Plot: Jonathan, Nancy and Tini face the wrath of the Hawkins PD chief and Jonathan's mom. And Tini is forced into trusting the people around her in order to keep Eleven safe.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: slight language, discussion of child abduction/experimentation, discussion of violence, no use of y/n
A/N: I'm one of those writers that can't wait to get to the next chapter even when they're barely done with their current one but guys, the next chapter is going to be so great haha. Hope you enjoy this one, and please let me know if you'd like to be tagged!
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My nerves sitting in the police station were…high.
As soon as Nancy got up to get some ice for Jonathan’s hand, I took the chance to escape with her. Flo, the only other woman there, guided us to the break room.
“Do you think we’ll be out of here soon?” Nancy asked while Flo bundled the ice.
“The two of you, yes,” she replied, “Him, no. He assaulted a police officer.”
“I-I saw it and he didn’t mean to,” I spoke up, “It was an accident.”
Flo turned and raised an eyebrow at me, “Accident or not, there’s an officer out there who got hurt. That’s not something to be taken lightly.”
Shutting up, I clasped my bruising hand behind my back.
“Well, how long are you gonna keep him?” Nancy continued.
“You and your boyfriend have big plans, do you?”
Nancy chuckled and crossed her arms, “He’s not my boyfriend.”
Flo didn’t take her eyes off of Nancy, “I think you better tell him that.”
“What?”
“Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart,” Flo handed Nancy the makeshift ice pack, “And that damn stupid.”
While she left, I stayed with Nancy, who didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move. “She…really doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” she said to me, almost like she was trying to prove something.
“Yeah,” I nodded, pretending like I hadn’t felt some hidden feelings in Jonathan’s act of violence, “Totally.”
The two of us headed back out to the main room where Jonathan was still sitting at one of the desks, handcuffed.
“Found some ice,” Nancy announced as we took our seats on either side of him.
“Thanks,” Jonathan mumbled. Unable to reach the mark on his temple while cuffed, Nancy held it up for him. “Everything okay?”
It was so clear that it wasn’t. The air had changed again and Flo’s observation had clearly made Nancy uncomfortable. But she shrugged it off, “Yeah. Everything’s fine.”
Trying to help her out, I tapped the desk to with my good hand and changed the subject. “Other than the fact that we’re probably never leaving this place,” I looked over to Jonathan, “Have they called your mom yet?”
“Probably,” he looked down at his hands, “She’s gonna flip.”
It didn’t take more than five minutes before a dark haired woman walked into the station, a man following her, and found us with her eyes. “Hey. Jonathan?” she quickly made her way to the desk, “What…what happened?”
The officer who’d been hurt got up from his seat, “Ma’am…”
“I’m fine,” Jonathan kept his gaze downwards.
“Why is he wearing handcuffs?” the woman asked.
“Well, your boy assaulted a police officer,” the cop answered, “That’s why.”
“Take them off,” Jonathan’s mom ordered.
The officer shook his head, “I’m afraid I cannot do that.”
That answer didn’t work for her, “Take them off!”
The tall bearded man who’d entered behind Jonathan’s mom finally spoke up, “You heard her. Take ‘em off.”
“Chief,” the officer who’d arrested Jonathan approached, “I get everyone’s emotion here, but there’s something you need to see.”
The chief and the officers both headed outside, leaving Jonathan, Nancy and I confused. Before long, they’d come back with the cardboard box full of our supplies. The chief slammed the box on the desk.
“What is this?” Jonathan’s mom began to search the box.
“Why don’t you ask your son?” the chief looked to Jonathan, “We found it in his car.”
“Why are you going through my car?” Jonathan asked, defensively.
The chief leaned over the desk, “Is that really the question you should be asking right now? I wanna see you in my office.”
“You won’t believe me,” Jonathan quickly said.
“Why don’t you give me a try?” the chief said softly, the kind of soft that let you know a person was one spark away from lighting up the place.
The good news was that Nancy and I weren’t on anybody’s radar, or so I thought until the chief turned back to us. “And you two.”
Nancy and I quickly followed them into another office, taking seats with Jonathan. His mom sat across from us, looking worried and stressed, while the chief removed his hat and jacket and settled into a state that was almost approachable.
“From…the…beginning,” he said, his eyes resting on each of us with each word.
And so, we laid out our story. Jonathan and Nancy explained the incident that had happened at Steve’s house involving Barb, how Jonathan had captured the monster on film, how they’d decided to go looking for it the night before, how they’d found me, and the plan that we’d formed earlier that day. I jumped in only to back up what they were saying, in hopes that I could lessen whatever punishment was coming our way.
To their credit, Jonathan’s mom and the chief didn’t question us too much. It seemed like…they almost believed us.
“You say blood draws this thing?” the chief asked as he looked over Jonathan’s photograph.
“We don’t know,” Jonathan answered.
“It’s just a theory,” Nancy added.
Jonathan’s mom sighed and asked the chief if she could have a moment to talk to her son alone. The two of them left the room, leaving me and Nancy to deal with the chief.
“You,” he said, my head snapping up to meet his stare, “Where you from?”
Oh no.
“I don’t know,” I answered, technically not lying, “I-I just kind of jump around from shelter to shelter.”
“People who do that are usually trying to hide from someone,” he replied, still not breaking eye contact, “You in some kind of trouble?”
How much was I supposed to say? One slip and I’d end up in the foster care system. Or worse, back with Papa.
“I-“
“I want an apology!” a shrill voice demanded, the chief snapping to attention and heading out the door.
Panic flooded my body, there was no way I could get out of this. It would be all too easy for Papa to find me with Eleven having escaped. He was relentless. A man who didn’t quit until he got the results he wanted. And if he wanted me and Eleven back, then he would stop at nothing to do so.
“I think I need some air,” I forced the words out, rising from my seat and ignoring Nancy’s concern. I opened the door and brushed past Jonathan and his mother, retracing my steps out of the office.
On the way, I passed the chief trying to deal with a mother and her kid, the boy with his arm in a sling. I was halfway out the door when he began to describe who had caused his injuries.
“She had no hair and she was bleeding from her nose. Like a freak.”
I stopped, quickly reversing my steps and coming back into the office. I hid behind a wall to listen further.
“What’d you just say?” I recognized the chief’s voice ask.
“I said she’s a freak,” the boy repeated.
“No, her hair,” the chief pushed, “What’d you say about her hair?”
“Her head’s shaved. She doesn’t even look like a girl. And…”
The boy paused. “And what?” the chief asked.
“She can…do things.”
“What kind of things?”
“Like…” he paused again, “Make you fly. And piss yourself.”
My heart stopped in my chest. Eleven.
“Was she alone?” the chief continued.
“She always hangs out with those losers,” the boy answered.
“‘Losers’? What losers?”
The boy went on to describe kids that fit the description for Mike, Lucas and Dustin. My stomach jumped with each word, they were alive. Eleven was alive. In a lot of trouble, but alive. And the chief seemed to have a vested interest in her.
“That girl that he was talking about,” I said, startling the chief as I followed him back down the hall.
“Did I tell you you could leave?” he reprimanded, annoyed.
“Do you believe him? That boy?”
The chief sighed as we walked back into his office, “I don’t think it’s any of your concern,” he looked to Jonathan’s mom, “We need to go.”
“Go where?” she asked.
Before I could sort out my thoughts, the chief was putting his coat and hat back on and Jonathan’s mom was rushing to explain while not explaining, that there was a lead her and the chief had been following. They were ready to leave and dragging Jonathan, Nancy and I with them. I had to do something fast.
Without thinking, I extended my hand and slammed the door the chief was reaching to open shut.
Everyone slowly turned to face me, mouths opens and eyes widened. I lowered my hand and wiped the minuscule drop of blood beginning to form under my nose.
“You’re one of them?” the chief asked.
“One of who?” I tested.
“The kids at the lab,” he stated, “There’s more than one of you?”
I kept my hand out for safety, “What do you know about the lab?”
“I know that there were kids taken from their parents so Dr. Brenner could play with ‘em like action figures,” the chief answered, his stare never dropping.
My breath quickened, how could he know so much without being one of them? But the fact that he wasn’t already trying to take me was a sign in a good direction.
“Wait,” Jonathan said, “Mom, what is he talking about?”
Jonathan’s mom shushed him.
“Do you know the girl that kid was describing?” the chief slowly approached me.
I swallowed thickly, “Why should I tell you anything?
“Because I,” his tone deepened, “Am her best shot at staying alive right now. If someone finds her or you, you think they’ll let you go? You think they won’t send you straight back to that hellhole?”
My pulse raced as he spoke, memories flooding my brain. Cracked skulls, missing eyes, blood pouring from every corner of the room…
“I don’t know where she is,” I whispered, choking back a sob.
“But you want to get her back?”
I nodded, trying not to break down at the thought of anything happening to Eleven. The chief couldn’t give me that guarantee, but he was trying to help. He was the best shot I had at the moment.
“Okay,” he said, “Then you come with us, you tell us who you are, who she is…and you help us find her.”
What he was asking of me was the one thing I’d promised myself I’d never do. My life depended on my secret being kept and I was going to have to trust four people I barely knew if I wanted to stay safe. To keep Eleven safe. Searching the chief’s head, being sure not to send any messages so he remained unaware, I tried to find any hidden motives. But I came up with nothing. He really did just want to help.
“If I tell you who I am,” I began, hesitating, "Who she is…I need your word that you’re not going to turn us in at any point.”
The chief sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “I promise. But you need to tell me everything.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” the chief nodded, “You can tell us in the car. But we need to go.”
The five of us headed out the door, I nervously came to Nancy’s side and walked with her through the halls. I wasn’t sure what she was going to think of me, but she was who I felt the most comfortable with…
“So…you can...” she muttered under her breath while the chief went to clear up Jonathan’s arrest.
“Mm-hm,” I hummed, afraid to look at her.
A beat passed, “Huh.”
Our eyes met and we shared a small smile that let me know there was no judgement on her end.
“I think I deserve some credit even,” I joked shyly, “There was a car in the alley and I only punched Steve.”
Nancy nearly snorted, covering her face with her hand while I let myself laugh. I even caught Jonathan giving me a small smirk.
The chief hurried back to us, “Let’s go.”
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The chief, whose name I found out was Hopper, overwhelmed each other with information. He told me that him and Joyce, Jonathan’s mom, had ben investigating whether or not Will had been taken to the lab. While searching for clues, they’d gone and met a woman who claimed her daughter had been kidnapped and taken to the lab because someone named Brenner thought she had abilities.
“Papa,” I said, feeling numb, “His name is…Dr. Brenner.”
“That’s our understanding,” Hopper replied, “Yeah.”
After all these years, it felt strange to think that he’d have had an actual name. Somehow a name made him more of a human. I’d only ever seen him as a monster.
“And you’ve been on the run all these years?” Joyce turned around in the passenger seat to look at me.
“It’s how I stay safe,” I shrugged, “I only came back to Hawkins because I heard about Will. I thought Pap-…Dr. Brenner might have taken him. I didn’t know anything about this monster or that Eleven had escaped.”
The only thing I hadn’t told them, couldn’t tell them, was about the murders on the day of my escape.
Hopper steered the car down the same road that led to Nancy’s house. “Wait, why are we here?” she asked.
“Because your brother might be with the girl we’re looking for,” Hopper answered.
“Mike?”
I whipped around, “Wait, Mike’s your brother?”
“You know him?”
“Yes! And someone named Dustin a-and Lucas and-“
“Those are his friends!” she exclaimed, beginning to panic.
“Calm down, calm down,” Hopper held up a hand as he drove up a hill.
We parked outside of someone’s house, giving us a good view of Nancy’s home. Hopper got out first with a pair of binoculars, Nancy was practically crawling over me to follow him.
“Why are there cars there?” she asked, watching the men who owned them land their trunks, “Why are they taking our stuff?”
“They’re investigating Mike’s involvement with Eleven,” Hopper reported, addressing me after, “Which means I think your Papa’s gotten wise to his missing lab rat.”
I scowled at the term, using my powers to telepathically pull at the binoculars so Hopper stumbled a step or two. He scowled right back.
“I have to go home,” Nancy sighed.
“No, you can’t,” the chief replied.
“My mom…” Nancy began, “My dad are there.”
“They’re gonna be okay,” Hopper said as he watched the men take more and more of Nancy’s family’s things.
Nancy, not having any of his calmness, marched past him and towards the path down to her house. Hopper was quick to grab her arm.
“Let go!” she yelled.
“Listen to me,” Hopper said, bending his knees to be eye level with her, “Listen to me. The last thing in the world we need is them knowing you’re mixed up in all this.”
Nancy’s breath sped up, “Mike is over there—“
“They haven’t found him,” Hopper pointed towards the tree line where there were helicopters circulating the area, “Not yet, at least.”
I gulped, staring up at the sky. Papa wasn’t taking any chances.
“For Mike?” Nancy screeched as Hopper dragged her back towards the car, me pushing her the rest of the way.
“Look,” Hopper said once we were in, “We need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?”
“No,” she replied, “I don’t.”
“I need you to think,” Hopper urged her.
“I don’t know, Nancy slapped her hand down on the car seat, “We haven’t talked a lot. I mean, lately…”
I rubbed my hands across my face, the fear was beginning to get to me. Now I was worried for all of the boys as well.
“Is there any place that your-your parents don’t know about that he might go?” Joyce asked, staying calmer than any of us while still looking the most anxious.
Nancy struggled, “I-I don’t know.”
“I might.”
We all turned to Jonathan expectantly. “I don’t know where he is, but I think I know how to ask him.”
The five of us sped down the road, ending up at Jonathan’s house. We jumped out of the car and marched inside. The living room was…a disaster. Nancy and I both paused to take it in while Hopper, Joyce and Jonathan didn’t even blink.
“Whoa,” Nancy whispered for the both of us before we followed.
Jonathan led us into one of the bedrooms, digging through drawers of a desk while Joyce searched under the bed. “I got it!” she exclaimed, shimmying out and holding up something that looked like a phone.
“What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a Supercom,” Jonathan explained, beginning to mess with the device, “It’s how the boys talk.”
“It’s like a phone,” Joyce explained further, trying to help me, “I-it uses radio signals.”
I nodded as Jonathan handed the Supercom to Nancy and she began to speak into it. “Mike, are you there? Mike? Mike, it’s me, Nancy. Mike, are you there? Mike, we need you to answer. This is an emergency, Mike. Do you copy?” she sighed in frustration, “Mike, do you copy?”
“Hand it to me,” I said, “They’ll answer if it’s me.”
I hoped Nancy wasn’t offended, but we didn’t have time. Mike, whether angry or scared, would pick up for Eleven’s sister. And if Eleven was with him, then he’d definitely pick up.
Nancy threw me the Supercom, “Mike? Eleven? It’s Tini. If you’re there, I need you to answer. Please, this is an emergency. We need you to tell us where you are. Mike? Eleven? Please…” I begged, “Pick up.”
A moment of silence passed.
“Tini?” Mike’s voice came through the speaker, “It’s Mike. I’m here. We’re here.”
We all exhaled in relief as I raised the Supercom back to my mouth. “Is Eleven with you?”
“She’s here.”
Hopper took the phone out of my hand as I collapsed on the bed, she was alive. I’d beaten Papa to her.
“Where are you kids?” he asked.
“The junkyard,” Mike answered, “In the old school bus. There’s helicopters circling the area.”
“Stay where you are,” Hopper ordered, raising a finger as if they could see him, “Do not move. I’m coming.”
“Copy. Over and out.”
Hopper threw the Supercom back to Jonathan, “I’m gonna go get them. Wait here.”
That wasn’t happening.
“I’m going with you,” I rose from the bed and followed him down the hall.
Hopper turned around, “No, you’re not. If anyone sees you out, the government’ll be hunting both of you.”
“I can help!” I argued, chasing him out the front door, “I can do a lot more than you can.”
Hopper paused at the porch, turning to face me with his eyebrows raised. He crouched down to my level. “Nowhere in our agreement did I say I was going to let you put yourself in danger because you’re emotional,” he held up a finger in the little space between us, “Now, you’re going to stay here, you’re gonna stay hidden, and you’re going to wait for me to bring your sister back. If you decide to go rogue, I can’t help you. You got that?”
Even with him trying to sound threatening, I wasn’t about to back down with a ‘yes sir’ and go on my way. “If she has so much as a scratch on her,” I threatened, extending a hand past him and throwing his car door open, “You will too.”
Hopper gave me a fake smile, “Deal.”
I watched as he backed out of Jonathan’s driveway, speeding off to the junkyard. I wasn’t used to not being in control, the only person I’d answered to for four years was me. Hopper practically ran Hawkins, nobody questioned him and his judgement. We were going to disagree a lot.
I walked back inside, the relief knowing Eleven was alive had faded and been replaced with more fear. Papa would still be hunting her day and night. Plus, the boys were mixed up in everything now. Hopper was right in trying to keep me out of sight, whether I liked it or not. If any word reached Papa that I was in Hawkins, I was as good as back in the lab.
“Do you want something to eat?” Joyce asked, looking like she needed a distraction, “You must be hungry.”
“Oh,” I shook myself out of my thoughts, “Um…I mean, I-I’m fine.”
“No, you need food,” Joyce rushed off the kitchen, the sound of things being rifled through in the cabinets.
Jonathan leaned over and lowered his voice, “Just let her. She needs the distraction.”
Joyce came back with a sandwich on a plate and a glass of milk, holding them out to me. “I-I didn’t know what you liked so it’s just turkey and cheese,” she hurried, she was probably one of the most anxious people I’d ever met. Then again, her son was missing…
“Thank you,” I smiled, sitting down on the couch and trying not to inhale my meal. I hadn’t eaten in 24 hours and was feeling every bit of it. It was probably the best sandwich I’d ever eaten. It also gave me time to examine the living room in its entirety. There were letters written on the wall behind me with bulbless Christmas lights over each one. The bulbs from every other light in the house were scattered around the floor, creating a maze to the main entryway. It looked like nothing had been cleaned for a while. I could see why people would think Joyce was crazy.
Nancy came and sat next to me, holding her hands against her lips in a praying position. “I hope they’re okay,” she mumbled.
“They will be,” I said, trying to comfort her. Inside, I was terrified.
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We waited an hour before the shine of headlights came through the front window. The four of us raced outside to meet the car, Nancy running to Mike and me running to Eleven. We met in a tearful embrace, her burying her face in my sweater and me bending down to kiss her head.
“Oh my gosh, never do that to me again,” I whispered, trying not to cry.
“I’m,” Eleven replied softly, “I’m sorry.”
I got down on my knees and began to examine her for cuts and scrapes. She looked uninjured, just scared. She caught sight of my hand, the knuckles now a deep purple and green, and gasped.
“I’m okay,” I assured her as she looked it over, running a finger over the bruise.
“Whoa” Dustin smiled from behind Eleven, “Who’d you beat up?”
I shook my head, “Some guy named Steve.”
Dustin’s eyes widened, “You beat up Steve Harrington?”
“I don’t know,” I hurried, checking Dustin for injuries too, “Are you guys okay?”
“We’re okay,” Lucas answered, standing beside Dustin and looking slightly embarrassed. Judging by the fact that he was back with his friends, I had to assume he’d realized he was in the wrong.
“We gotta get inside,” Hopper said, gently pushing both the boys towards the front door. I took Eleven’s hand and we followed them in, Mike coming to walk beside Eleven.
Once we were in, all sides of the story were shared. Jonathan, Nancy and I told the boys about what had happened in the woods and the boys began filling us in on what they believed the Upside Down was.
“Okay,” Mike held up a drawing, “So, in this example, we’re the acrobat. Will and Barbara, and that monster, they’re this flea. And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get here is through a rip of time and space.”
“A gate,” Dustin interjected.
“That we tracked to Hawkins Lab,” Lucas added, my stomach turning sour.
“With our compasses,” Dustin finished.
My head was spinning, understanding so little of what they were saying. Luckily, everyone around me seemed just as confused.
“Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field,” Dustin explained, “And that can change the directions of a compass needle.”
“Is this gate underground?” Hopper asked.
“Yes,” Eleven said, locking eyes with him.
“Near a large water tank?”
I looked over my shoulder, the air suddenly feeling cold. Eleven nodded, “Yes.”
“H-how do you know all that?” Dustin had the sense to ask.
“He’s seen it,” Mike said, Hopper didn’t deny it.
“You’ve…” I tried not to choke, “You’ve been there?”
Hopper remained silent, holding my gaze with somewhat sympathetic eyes. I shivered, hugging myself as I tried to keep the nightmares at bay. Eleven, glued to my side, slipped her hand into mine. I gave it a gentle squeeze and tried to smile for her, feeling less alone than I had in a long time.
“Is there any way that you could…that you could reach Will?” Joyce asked Eleven, “That you could talk to him in this—“
“The Upside Down,” Eleven finished before nodding.
“And my friend Barbara?” Nancy spoke up, “Can you find her too?”
Eleven didn’t say yes or no. Jonathan pulled out the picture of Barbara that he’d pulled out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. I examined the photograph again, I’d never been good at locating people like my sister. Papa had tried to train me time and time again, it had never stuck. But Eleven was a natural. She’d have no problem.
We gathered around the kitchen table, one of the boys’ Supercoms switched to a static-heavy channel. Eleven shut her eyes and concentrated on trying to find Will and Barbara. We all waited anxiously before the lights flickered. Eleven opened her eyes, looking like she was on the verge of tears.
“I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong?” Joyce asked, clutching Jonathan’s hand, “What happened?”
“I can’t find them.”
Joyce broke down in tears and Nancy was on the edge too. Eleven ran off down the hall, brokenhearted that she couldn’t fix the problem. I followed her, knocking on the door of the room she’d slammed the door of. There was a clear reason why it hadn’t worked.
“Eleven?” I called, “Can I come in?”
No answer. But she opened the door, it was the bathroom.
“The tank,” I pointed, “It didn’t work because we didn’t have the tank. You’re trying to find someone in another world, of course you can’t do it on your own.”
Her eyebrows rose in hope and she looked to the bath. I nodded and smiled, grabbing her hand and racing her back out to the dining room. “The bath,” she said, interrupting whatever conversation was being had.
“What?” Joyce asked.
“It’s complicated, but when we were supposed to locate someone, sometimes we’d be placed inside this tank of water,” I pointed to Hopper as I paced around the table, “The one you saw. I was never good at it, but Eleven was. It would make her powers stronger.”
Dustin snapped his fingers and pointed to me, “A sensory deprivation tank.”
“Sure,” I shrugged, hoping we were talking about the same thing. The words that came out of his mouth had almost no meaning to me.
“But where are we supposed to find one of these?” Joyce asked.
“We can’t,” Dustin answered, “But we could make one.”
Dustin explained very little of his plan, he just asked for a pad of paper, a pencil and the phone. Whoever he spoke to, he was able to get answers from. Once he’d hung up, he looked straight to Joyce. “Do you still have that kiddie pool we bobbed for apples in?”
“I think so, yeah.”
“Good,” he pointed his pencil, “Then we just need salt. Lots of it.”
“How much is “lots?”” Hopper asked.
Dustin looked at his pad, “1500 pounds.”
“Well, where are we gonna get that much salt?” Nancy asked.
“The school,” Hopper answered, “They keep enough there for salting the roads in the winter.”
“How are we gonna get there if the boys and Eleven and I can’t be seen?”
“There’s not gonna be anyone at Hawkins Middle School at,” Mike checked his watch, “8 o’clock on a Saturday night.”
Eleven and I looked to one another and I entered her mind.
Are you okay with this? Papa’s looking for us.
After a few seconds, she thought clearly enough for me to read.
I want to help.
I smiled across the table at her, even after all she’d been through…she still had her heart. She’d never have a normal childhood, but at least she hadn’t lost all her innocence. I couldn’t stop her from doing the right thing.
“Well,” I kept my eyes locked with Eleven’s, “Then what are we waiting for?”
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boys im gonna be honest i’m deep in my ‘i am never going to post wizard au’ era again both because of The Elephant In The Room and also its so much god damn work. its so much work. im not gonna do that in my free time. so since i know there were people invested in the fic series and worldlore or whatever why dont we just talk about it instead. its got wizards. its got izjo. you wanna hear about the 6 year long wizard izjo slowburn? i can talk for ages about the 6 year long wizard izjo slowburn.
eightfold is a giant spider isabel sneaks into the library when theyre first years but by second year shes gotten too big to keep hiding. isabel tries sneaking out to help her escape but johnny catches her in the act so he gets roped in and it turns into a whole heist sneaks to get eightfold out of the wizard castle unnoticed without getting caught. at midnight. saying bye is bittersweet but on the walk back they start bickering as usual and they hate each other so much but oops oh no wait this is fun. they’re having fun actually. haha get back here. and they get back 2 dorms safe and giggling and shoving each other and its nice and isabel opens up a little bit and says thanks for being there that was super annoying but cough uh. ended up being really nice and shes glad he was there. it was nice not being alone while saying bye to her best friend. so she GUESSES maybe he isnt SO bad or whatever. and then puts the bravado back on and is grinning wide and laughing again and haha oh man did he see that ghost in the corridor with the- but johnny is NOT listening. he is still stuck on ‘i had a nice time being around you’ (<- he is unused to positive reinforcement. he is accustomed to the norm of ‘(i think) people (my friends) like me because im good at exerting myself over others in a way that makes them feel bad but makes us feel good’ and not ‘i enjoyed being around you just for you’) and is not taking it well. also very jarred and offput by the new side of his wizard sport partner, very thrown off kilter. thrown off his groove. they NEVER have good times together. like they dont have BAD times but this has never been like A Thing before but she just said it so now it IS and. okay. maybe he had fun. maybe he DID have fun. and maybe shes good to push against cause she pushes back and maybe he can admire or at least respect the tenacity it takes to do that with him. and maybe it feels cool when that look get in her eye and he knows hes in for a good duel or like shes not looking like that now but this is fine too yknow. like the warm smiling and goofy laughing and dorm fireplace lighting and the tired soft look hes never seen her with before is fine no biggie he doesnt mind. but yes he does hes freaked out. so he bolts and thinks ‘surely that isn’t something i gotta worry about’ and then worries about for the next 6 years
isabel has a tendency to keep even her closest friends a little at bay but unfortunately thats very hard to do when you share a wizard commonroom with a loudmouthed fire hazard who is also your wizard sport partner. so they end up spending a lot of time together thanks to proximity. proximity after about 3 years turns to tentative friendship. tentative friendship after 4 years turns to ‘at the point of late night study sessions draped across each other on the couch because we have shit to do and im not letting you fail because if you do you wont be able to play in the next match and if we lose cause of it im kicking your ass’ (<- ‘i like hanging out with you’). the others come over often but theres only so much time you can spend with someone who is not in your wizard school group versus someone who is and is around you 24/7. so theyre not bffs yes but they might as well be. so one day theyre learning about some idk wizard beast and oops forgot to bow or whatever, johnny gets owned and so ollie&isabel take him 2 the nurse. the catalyst here is isabel knows by now that this is someone she cares about and considers a friend but shes REALLY caught off guard at just how MUCH this is stressing her out. not wizard game related. not in a bickery play way. she doesnt know when she started caring so much, but now she IS and hes someone important to her. and hes hurt. and shes going to stay in this god damn infirmary pacing and foot tapping and doing jumping jacks to get out the energy while her brain goes 100000 miles per second. and she does that for about 4 hours. anyway johnnys fine but even after hes fine isabel is still stuck with the ‘why was That my reaction’ realization. and the answer is she li
6th year max gets his ass thrown in the trio sorcerer championship and literally all his suffering is secondary because this is an izjo au. both their feelings are still there both of them still have no idea what to do with them or how to get them out in normal ass ways. so first night back to school johnny dares everyone to sneak into the woods after curfew and see who lasts longer. hes not 12 anymore but he is 16 which arguably is worse. the bullying has lessened the scoundrelism has amplified. everyone gets terrified. scatters. haha oh its you (record scratch) guess we’re walking around the spooky woods trying to find our friends! gee the atmosphere and flustered skittishness i get around you that makes me uncomfortable because i dont know how to deal with it SURE IS amplified right now! better fall back on familiar tactics and scenarios: friendly frustrated bickering and mild threats of violence. they get in a verbal fight and have a ‘would you shut up’ ‘why dont you make me’ ‘And Then They Kiss’ moment while the emotions are super heightened and isabel, who initiated it, isabel kissed him first, then proceeds to realize what she did and loses her god damn mind freaking out and apologizing while johnny stands there totally frozen and maybe for the first time ever shocked into total speechlessness. and then max falls out of a tree and ollie finds them and ed and rj are with them and sos stephen so theyre like HAHA OKAY GANG ! GREAT DARE ! LETS HEAD BACK NOW ! and johnny lays awake in bed that night kicking his feet in the air
wizard prom in december. they dont go together because theyre idiots and not at that point where asking someone (each other) to wizard prom is something they can do. but they both break away from the crowd at similar times and end up hanging out most of the night, which jsabel gets in trouble with her grandpa for, but before then she has a lot more fun. they ditch the wizard prom hall and go romp around campus and the sports pitch and they Dont Talk About What Happened In September. they dont. its unspoken. if you bring it back up that means its real. oh hey wait hold on whats that. what is that. is that- oh damn its that one plant. with the- yeah its the winter holiday kiss tradition plant. where like if its over you you gotta kiss. yeah like on the mouth. wow that’s crazy. ahahahah damn well yknow it IS the rules so they should probably- cause yknow like, so they, yknow, yeah. yeah like with lips and stuff. man thats sooooo lame and sucky too bad the plant rules say we gotta :/ shoot that sure blows :/ crazy how this world works. cringe. anyway so about that ki- and then max walks in .2 seconds beforehand and ruins the moment and its funny because i like torturing him. max tells ksabel Hey Uh We Gotta Do The Closing Dance Okay Bye. spells broken though and she leaves they do not kiss. but theyre both left with the knowledge that the other person WANTED to enough that they were willing to exploit a cliche social tradition just to find an excuse for it.
im so tired i keep fading jn and out of consciousness writing this. isabels wizard fear monster (franciso) fucks her up pretty badly. she runs out of the classroom back to the wizard dorms, youll never believe who goes after to check on her. T 60k+ slowburn, hurt/comfort, fluff, pep talks, Decisions Made Under High Emotions (second kiss) (johnny initiated kiss) (isabel is getting kissed this time) (hes standing right behind me isnt he) max walks in on them again. isabel is bluescreening. johny promptly leaves. max her best friend max is like ‘i would like to stop always seeing you guys about to lip lock’ isabel wants to be swallowed by the ground. i cant finish this im so tired. look at my comprehensive au romcom plotlines boy
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I came back as promised! I also realised that I’m late on my commentary of IWBYILMF (is that the right abbreviation?) but thats what happens when SOMEONE only puts out chapters when it’s 1 am for me 😠 (ily). I hope you enjoy this commentary
Chapter 11:
It’s so sad that Jake thought he was gonna get broken up with, my poor baby 😭. Seriously, it’s heartbreaking that Jake didn’t have his family’s support and love and how he expects everyone to abandon him. I’m glad Bradley is there for him now!
“Holy shit. If this is what you made for me, I’d kill to know what you make when you bring your dates here.” - Are you stupid Jake 🙄? YOU ARE HIS DATE!!! That man is so in love with Jake, he’s the only one who can’t see it. Me thinks it’s because of his abandonment issues 🤔. Excellent recipe choice though 😉
“No, uh…seats on the Cowboys home side should be fine. Lower bowl somewhere. Then some pre and post game passes.” - That’s a shitty family if I’ve ever seen one
“I’d go for Jake.” - ❤️🥺😭🥰
Jake’s family is the worst! How are you not gonna support your child!?!! FUCK THEM 🖕!!!
He noticed they were all wearing Giants jerseys with 17 printed proudly on it - Thats what a real family looks like🥹!
“We were worried sick.” - 😭
“Okay. What do I need to monitor for?” - hihihi 🤭
“Everyone’s gonna expect it to be me anyways.” - of course, that’s the only reason🤥. Definitely not because he cares, no 🙅♀️
“They’re the ones who aren’t good enough for you.” - Damn right!
Chapter 12:
A new sort of heat lit in his head, making him feel floaty. - 🤭
Bradley was a friend now. There was no room for…that. - of course there is!
“We’ve been having an issue with some of the electrical wiring at the restaurant, and the jackass they sent us to look at it is being difficult.” - the foreshadowing! I wanna kiss your brain you genius!
“Good. He likes to act all rough and tough, but boy’s a worrier at heart.” - awn 🥹
“Alright, you ready to make a jail break?” - Carole to the rescue!
“Apart from that little guy. Still working on getting him to trust us” - just like Jake 🥺
“To hell with it, I’m in.” - YAY!!!! Big man small dog combo
“It’s….cute, I guess.” - stop pretending you don’t like him Bradley Bradshaw
“Brisket it is.” - BRISKET ❤️🥹!!!
“I think Brisket wants to hear a story.” - hehehe
“Laugh all you want now, Bradshaw, but I saw you in Dallas when our favorite pain in the ass went down, how you-“ - Stephanie, you better have plans to add this scene in the Bradley POV story YOU ARE going to write, no buts 🙅♀️
I’ll came back later for the rest, I promised it would be long. I love you, you are a genius 🫶💋!
yeah or if you want to shorten it you can do IWTBY (I am aware I love an annoyingly long title but I had REASONS haha)
I'm just trying to keep your 1ams interesting, you're welcome <3
HE'S GONNA FIND HIS FAMILY AND HIS HOME AND ALL OF THAT and it's gonna be so satisfying. He's just taking the long road there.
Heheheh I LOVE some good foreshadowing. Every chap I'm out here like trying to keep my mouth shut and not be like 'did everyone notice this random line for absolutely no reason' hahah
Oooh okay you full named me too so I know it's serious. So we all wanna see Bradley's POV when Jake got knocked out yeah? *jotting that down*
Thank you. Kicking my feet & blushing over here.
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gonna call myself nosy fins anon, but yeah ross had some friends as well. there was a thing in the middle where family and friends can watch and I recognised some of his friends from his christmas holiday. (So sorry but i'm so nosy i know these things). His fam must be there as well. It was cute cause there were also a few kids in the fam & friends section. Like his nephews or nieces must be there.
ALSO YES I SAW OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR AT FINS. I was not fine ever since Ross stepped on the stage with his hair down. I was maybe 15-20 rows from the stage so I had a good view of the boys and damn they look good and they were so happy especially Matty and it was just a really good show. He started out with his ATVB acting but by maybe 3rd or 4th song you can tell he just broke out of his character and just be happy and enjoy the whole thing. SO PROUD OF THE BOYS!!!
AWWWW that is so so cute!!! i was watching the various instagram live streams at home and everyone looked so fucking good 🥹 and it’s so cute that they had so much friends and family. like matty had his mum, dad and brother. ross def had family too if kids were there because he does have a lot of nieces and nephews haha. charli was there too (her story which was like 70% matty lol), and obv carly so baby hann must have been there too 🥹💕
they all looked so happy and amazing, it was really precious. SUCH a good show <33
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As a regular Netflix watcher, I daresay a connoisseur (lie, but I definitely watch a lot) I want to talk about the disease that is spreading through the Flixsphere besides them canceling every good show. Between Hard Cell, Lunatics, and Netflix Presents: The Characters, theres this odd trend of singular comedians playing multiple roles over the same episode or throughout the series.
Now, listen, out of the 3 I listed I will say that Hard Cell was actually good and really funny, and that's because Catherine Tate is really fucking good at her job. She's not one of these unknown comedy twerps, she was on Doctor Who.
Another difference in Hard Cell is unity of setting and plot. We see the same characters each episode, and they all interact with each other, with Catherine Tate playing (iirc) 5 of them. And Catherine Tate isn't just funny, she's an actress! When some of her characters were first introduced on screen, I couldn't even tell it was the same person, and not just (or even mostly) because of hair makeup and costume, she just fucking nails the acting. And, of course; the story, pacing, and presentation of Hard Cell is consistently good.
I cannot give the same glowing review to Lunatics or Netflix Presents: The Characters. Actually, I can hardly give you an accurate review because I couldn't get through the first episode of either one.
The comedian in Lunatics is a fine actor, and his characters are striking and entertaining, but the show lacks in the actual 'haha' department. This show also suffers the most in the lack of unity in plot and setting. What do a famous pet...psychic in South Africa and a shitty little Aussie boy have in common? Not a damn thing. It just feels like wait, what happened to that person from earlier?
The worst offender though is definitely The Characters. It's less entertaining than Lunatics but also not funny, and also the acting is bad. Weirdly, I recognized some actors in there. Some of these guys need new agents. Also, apparently Tim Robinson of I Think You Should Leave is in it? The fucks he doing here? For any tumblrinas who have made it this far, Tim Robinson is the guy in the corncob tv casket drop video.
Anyway.
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🍀💐🍟🥞🤥💢✏️👖🚊💙 for mah boi Tio //though imagine me stepping on the back of his shoe and running away
He's a little confused about what the fuck just happened. Like... why would you do that? Looks like he's a lot less bothered about getting touched in the feet area than he is on his upper body? He'd still prefer you don't, of course.
🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?
He believes in luck, but he considers himself pretty damn unlucky.
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💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
I only really know ONE flower I kinda associate with Etatio and that's the Gladiolus.
Named for their shape and appearance, the term gladiolus stems from the diminutive form of gladius, which means sword in Latin. Translated literally a gladiolus is a little sword. Gladioli have also been called xiphium, which comes from the Greek word, xiphios, which also means sword. In addition to the name gladiolus, the flowers have been referred to as sword or corn lilies.
With a gladiolus, you do not need to include a card expressing your feelings because the plant itself carries and imparts symbolic meaning to the recipient. Gladioli express strength of character, remembrance, faithfulness, and moral integrity. The gladiolus, hence its name, is also meant to pierce the heart of the recipient.
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🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?
Fun fact, Tio doesn't actually eat all that much. He sometimes goes several days without food and just takes water and some supplements. He's generally not all that hungry and most of the time he doesn't feel safe enough to eat to begin with.
That being said, when he does eat, it's pretty simple. Mostly meats with some seasonings. Usually cooked by himself, rarely ordered out. Boy has trust issues...
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🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?
Meat, I guess haha! So some nice and greasy bacon would probably make him very happy.
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🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they’re lying?
Etatio is a pretty damn TERRIBLE liar! He hates lies, and he can't for the life of him tell any! Before telling a lie, he'd rather fall silent and refuse to say anything at all! Though usually, if you ask him something (that's not explicitly supposed to be a secret) he'll literally just tell you.
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💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?
He prefers a predetermined schedule he sets for himself for the day and sometimes for a couple days in advance and he absolutely hates when it gets disrupted.
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✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?
"Talking to the mirror like I've seen them somewhere before
You said I look familiar
Did we meet the other night
Somebody once told me that there's two side to life
What's yours
I might have accidentally let the darkness eat the light
And that's why"
Missio - Sing to Me
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👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?
Tio likes well tailored suits, it's kind of a no brainer for him. Yet at the same time it's also a piece of comfort, because he knows how to put it on, how to take care of it, doesn't have to decide what else he might want to wear. It's basically the same outfit everyday, and the comfort of not having to think about it.
Though if he ever felt comfortable and safe he might try out something new for a change?
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🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?
He'd probably jump in front of the trolley and derail it with either a heavy punch or grab and throw it to the side. He'd very likely be fine afterwards too. He's very strong/sturdy, probably just gets some minor scuffing from it.
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💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn’t around?
Yeah... he's a bit of a sap. He doesn't fall in love easily, but when he does, he can't help but spend a lot of time thinking about them when they're not around.
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Oh, did you notice one thing - each of Misfits has bakugan from each of clans, - Dino Trox, Flying Ventri, Mammal Bruiser, Dragon Dragonoid and Aquantic Hammerhead. But no insect character. What if it means Backslash could join Misfits? I dont think it would be other dudes from their team cause come on, they dont have personalities, at least now.
And how Backslash behaves, maybe he really moved to Dom from Klipse and so he's becoming same in character as Dom? Cause it's kinda fits. Also, I searched and didnt found any main same dudes in Bakugan g3 and monsuno studios. Thats weird. So, it's animators? But no, wrong studio. Hmm. This cant be coincidence, right? Maybe one of designers is monsuno shipper, haha?) cause damn, Hargrave is veeery seen in Backslash, and that name, and whole character....
And with Beyal and Backslash, imagine if we think that they're both same character from other aus, and if we took 2) theory, then Beyal as newborn was taken to Master Ei and left there, and Backslash was thrown into other dimension.
Wait. What if.... Oh! If it was said that other siblings are dead(probably), I had joked once that Klipse fed them to his monsuno (really bad joke, but there were simmilar jokes in show), or if clones were turned into monsuno, so Backslash could be one who was eaten by Backslash or who is later was turned into monsuno?
Also, wish you luck with contest!
I’m not sure Backslash could try to be a member of the Misfits unless something like happens to either him or Kage. Like if something were to happen to Backslash, the only ways he might join them is if he was ousted as the leader of the Insect Clan or if something happened to Mantid that makes him join them. If Kage is involved and he’s in a bad situation, then he’d be willing to join the Misfit out of their friendship because unlike every other Clan leader who interacts with Kage, Kage and Backslash act like actual equals and not subordinates.
I’m sure someone in that production had to be a part of Monsuno, but considering there was a ton of people who worked on Monsuno since it was a joint project with Japan and America, it’d take some time for anyone to find a person who worked in both projects. Still, at least we can still the similarities amongst Backslash, Hargrave and Dom. Granted we theorize that Hargrave is the parent, and if they’re both Hargrave and Klipse’s creation, they’d be full brothers.
As for the Beyal and Backslash thing, I’m fine with Beyal going to Master Ey since he raised him right, but how does one chunk a child off to another universe? I mean, sure Klipse and Hargrave could make one, but sending one son to another universe is a bit much even if Backslash ended being a badass. I guess Hargrave just wants the best for the boys.
Also, I know the last is a joke, but that is dark! Like, sure we could see Klipse doing that, but I don’t think he’d actually go through with it because clones and children take a ton of time to ‘perfect’ and feeding to the Monsuno would be a waste. Also, do Monsuno’s even want to eat humans or do they even want to eat something because we’ve haven’t seen much on if a Monsuno wants to eat something. And turning the clones into Monsuno could also take a ton of experimenting and with a limited time and resources, could Klipse even go there? Lastly, maybe Backslash was named after Klipse’s Monsuno Backslash because he couldn’t think a good name and Hargrave was away when he named him. I mean, look at Six, the poor guy doesn’t even have an actual name, you think his younger brother had a better chance? Nope.
As for the first ask, give me a few days to give a picture of Braille. I have Braille’s first sketch I made from middle school and I have some of his current sketches somewhere else. And thank you for the luck!
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Roll: how did the talk with Lan go?
Mega: badly. He called me a horrible actor
Roll: I meant about Zorua
Mega: not the way I hoped. He wanted us to show Zorua what a sibling rivalry is. I am afraid he'll make it worse instead
Roll: hmmm
Mega: you're not agreeing with Lan? Are you?
Roll: Lan does kinda have a point. If you try to be fake about how you care for each other it could go terribly wrong
Mega: but what if Zorua thinks our sibling rivalry is bad?
Roll: I am not so sure he'll think it's bad after the talk I had with him
Mega: ???
Meanwhile
Lan is playing with Zorua
Zorua: weeeee!!! Throw the ball again Lan
Lan throws the ball
Zorua jumps to catch the ball midair and brings it back to Lan
Lan: Good boy! You’re such a good catcher! Maybe we should incorporate this into our contest act!
Zorua: *muffled Zorua sounds*
Lan: Alright, buddy, give me the ball
Zorua playfully moves his head aside, not letting Lan have the ball
Lan: Haha don’t play around! Give it back!
There’s a back and forth tug and Lan manages to take the ball back. Before he could throw it, Zorua tries to take it back himself. Lan doesn’t move his hand fast enough, causing Zorua to bite him on accident.
Lan: YOWCH!
Zorua: (Gasp! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it!)
Lan: Hey don’t worry, I’m not mad. I know you didn’t mean it… Damn there’s blood, I better clean this before—
Mega: (LAAAAN!)
Lan: There he is…
Mega: (What happened?! I heard you scream! Are you hurt?!)
Lan: Chill out, I’m fine
Mega: (You’re bleeding! What—bite marks? Zorua?)
Zorua: (I’m sorry, Mr. Mega, I didn’t mean to! I was trying to get the ball back, please don’t hate me!)
Lan: Don’t be mad at the little guy. It really was an accident. And I’m fine, just some puncture wounds. I’ve had worse!
Mega: (…)
Lan: Come on, don’t blow up…
Zorua: *whimpering*
Mega: *sigh* (Let’s get the first aid kit… I’ll patch you up)
Lan: Alright
Lan walks toward the campsite. Mega follows but stops to look at Zorua.
Zorua: *still whimpering and repeating apologies*
Mega: *pats Zorua’s head* (Don’t cry, he’s alright…)
Zorua: (Can you two ever forgive me?)
Mega: (…Of course. Lan said it was an accident right? Now come on, let’s go)
Zorua: (Okay…)
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Tam: You're all insane.
Jason, rolling his eyes: Don't be so dramatic, we're fine!
Tam looking skeptical: Really? What are your go to solutions?
Jason: Murd- non-fatal maiming.
Bruce, looking exasperated: Did you almost say murder?
Jason: The key word there is almost Brucie.
Bruce, unimpressed: That is not very reassuring Jason.
Dick: Don't be so judgemental Bruce, he's doing amazing! I'm very proud of you Jaybird.
Jason: Thank you Dickiebird! Besides Brucie, you're the one who taught me that violence is always the answer.
Bruce: I did not teach you-
Bruce: Okay, maybe I encouraged violence, but violence is not my go to solution. My go to solution is to carefully analyze the situation and developed a well-informed solution.
Steph: You're just avoiding the question! Your go to solution can not be to research a good solution!
Cass: She's right.
Dick: Yeah, no your go to solution is to adopt a child and beat up a clown.
Jason: Then get the kid killed by the clown.
Bruce:
Duke, whispering: Damn...
Roy, rolling his eyes: Don't be a drama king. We can have awkward trauma guilt trips later Jaybird. For now we need to focus on Tam's genius inquiry. Bruce adopts then beats up clowns and Jay maims the scum of the earth, how about you Dickie?
Jason: Me? A drama king? Never. And this is none of your business, why are you even here?
Roy: To watch the world burn. Now don't distract Dick from the question at hand.
Dick, rolling his eyes: I just talk it out, no big deal!
Tim: No you don't, you beat people up, fight with B, then act all bossy.
Dick: ...well that was unnecessary.
Tim: It was very necessary.
Jason: I think it can be narrowed down to 'fight with B and act bossy,' which honestly Timbo, is better than your go to.
Tim rolling his eyes: What's my go to?
Steph: A twenty step plan that ends in mass destruction. Same as Babs.
Babs: No no no. My solution is gather all available information. Then mass destruction. And honestly Steph, you should be grateful for that, it's saved your ass many times, considering your solution is basically just 'poke it with a stick and see if it kills me'.
Steph: I'm pretty sure that's also Cass' solution, and she's doing great!
Cass: No.
Tim: Cass is right, she doesn't have a go to solution. She is the go to solution.
Tam: That is... terrifying?
Cass just smiles.
Roy: Okay, but Cass being terrifying is normal, c'mon lets hear about one of the other poorly adjusted children.
Jason: The amount of entertainment you get from the conversation is very concerning.
Roy: Shhhh, babe. We aren't talking about my shitty mental state, we're talking about your families shitty mental state. Now, how does Damian deal with stuff?
Tim: Damian, tries to kill the problem.
Damian: Tt. That is not my solution of choice for every problem.
Tim: You literally tried to kill me when you thought I was a problem.
Damian: That is completely different.
Dick: I mean- I wouldn't say you try to kill everything, but you definitely try to stab everything
Roy: Ok, ok. We have Bruce who's Mr. Adopt-a-kid n' hit the clown. Dick, who's solution is 'it's not a phase dad' and 'I'm oldest listen to me'. Babs who basically just ruins her enemies lives. Then there's Jay, who just hits assholes. And Timmy who puts Lex Luthor to shame. Steph just goes for it and hopes she doesn't die. And Cass who is the solution. And Stabby McStabster who Stabs people. Who else?
Tam: Duke?
Duke: I think, compared to everyone else, my solutions are normal.
Jason: You lead a gang and... oh my god.
Duke: What?
Jason: You have the same solution as Bruce!
Duke: What? No I don't!
Jason: You got some kids to help you beat up the mentally ill! You're Bruce!
Tim: Holy shit Duke, he's right.
Steph: Oh my god! Everyone thinks you're well adjusted but really you're just a mini McBroodster!
Bruce: Stephanie, do not call me McBroodster. Duke, you solutions are generally respectable.
Dick: He's only saying that because they're his solutions.
Jason: Didn't the Joker try to repeat B's trauma origin with you?
Duke: Oh my god.
Bruce: Boys stop making-
Duke, looking horrified: I'M YOU!
Bruce: Why are you upset about that? I handle things very well?
Jason: Haha Duke's gonna be a moody asshole when he grows up!
Duke looks horrified.
Dick, pulling Duke into a hug: Don't worry Duke, we can get through this together.
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