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slut4fangs · 2 years

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Pre Halloween Rituals

Part two in my Eddie Munson Halloween Series <3

Part three “Halloween Party” <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Summary: your boyfriend Eddie takes you to his favorite abandoned house to play hide n seek in the dark

Warnings: SMUT, Explicit 18+ for adult content, unprotected sex (don't do that, wrap it before you tap it), accidental creampie, Eddie develops a breeding kink lowkey, a bunch of other sexy stuff, etc.

Authors Note: I wanted to begin my Eddie Munson Halloween series with a bang, pun intended. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this a much as I enjoyed writing it!! Like, reblog, and leave comments if you enjoy this, it really encourages me to write!!

I hope you love it!! - xoxo, Slater

"I can't believe you're scared of a house, I thought you weren't scared of anything. You're a tough cookie, come on already." Eddie was standing on the top of the steps staring down at you, waiting for you to finally give into his pre Halloween antics.

“I’m not scared, I just don’t want to get in trouble. Why can’t we just watch a scary movie or something, like we always do?” You’re internally pleading with Eddie to drop his obsession with scaring you, he got some kind of thrill out of making you squirm and grip his hand extra tight for safety.

“Because it’s not the same, y/n. Please you know how much my Halloween traditions mean to me, I want you to do them with me this year. Come on, Scaredy-cat, I’ll keep you safe,” Eddie winked and reached out a hand.

“Fine,” you started your way up the stairs, “but I’m making you watch Pretty In Pink again,” you held his hand in yours and squeezed tightly.

“FINE,” Eddie squeezed your hand back, the sort of reassurance that he knew you needed in that moment. He secretly loved John Hughes movies, and he wasn’t that good at hiding his love for every cheesy rom com you showed him. He also secretly loved how much you loved horror movies, even if you made fun of them, it was all out of affection.

Making your way to the front door, the floorboards creaked and dread settled in your stomach the moment Eddie opened the door. It was already unlocked, just as Eddie left it the year before. Five falls ago Eddie broke in through the back door and unlocked the front door so he would have an easier way out. He enjoyed exploring these places alone, but after he met you he wanted to show you all of the places he explored in Hawkins. It was one of his love languages, watching you discover things he had grown familiar with.

Once the front door was shut and the silence of the house soaked in around you two, you spoke up, “did you want to fuck me here or something? Is that your plan?”

Eddie grinned, “you know me so well, sweetheart. But I wanted to scare you a little first.”

“You’re so mean, I’m the best girlfriend in the world. Damn you,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Damn me? Oh baby, no you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid,” Eddie started to slowly back away from you and turned to run up the staircase, “Now let’s go play hide and seek, count to 30! No peeking,” he pointed at you as he moved his way up the creaky stairs in a hurry.

Your mouth was open in shock for half a second and then your brain finally caught up to his thinking. You turned to the door and covered your eyes, grumbling little remarks under your breath. You counted to thirty slowly and loudly so Eddie could hear how annoyed you sounded, you could practically picture him smirking to himself at your bratty tone.

When you were finished counting you made your way up the stairs and to your left, there was nothing in the room besides a lamp and a closet. Making your way over to the closet you feel hands grip your waist and large hands squeeze you to your boyfriend’s chest.

“Boo,” Eddie chuckled and held you tighter, his erection pushing into your back with eagerness. “See, that wasn’t so bad, you barely had time to scream,” he laughed.

“I screamed a little,” you protested, it was true you did scream a little.

“Yeah, I like going easy on you. You’re my favorite girl,” Eddie’s hands trailed down over your chest and into your skirt. “God, you’re so wet. Already? Wait,” Eddie paused and turned you around to face him, “did me scaring you turn you on or something? Not you, my little scaredy-cat, no...there’s no way.”

“Maybe I like being scared, maybe I think it’s hot. Horror movies give you boners so don’t even make fun of me right now,” you teased. It was true, horror movies made Eddie hard and being scared by your hot boyfriend turned you on, way more than you were expected too.

“Wow, big deal, so what there’s tits in horror movies. But you,” Eddie pointed a ringed finger at you, “being scared turns you on. I never would’ve expected that, you’re always surprising me. Bravo.”

Eddie began palming himself in front of you, your face grew red when you couldn’t look away. You were always surprising him, and he was always shocking you with his boldness.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Eddie said reaching for your hand for the second time tonight. This time, he was holding your hand to his crotch and rubbing it there the way he wanted. Now you two were even closer than before and making out all hot and heavy, Eddie was such a hot messy kisser and you found yourself melting into his tongue with your own. You tugged on his belt and he laughed, "patience is a virtue, baby doll."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, like you have a lot of patience," you scoffed and Eddie held up his hands in defense.

"Look I'm just teasing you, you know that," Eddie said and you glared up at him, a noticeable smile hidden under your defiant glare. "Here," Eddie reaches to unbuckle and unzip himself for you, eyes never leaving yours. Even though every time felt like the first with him, every time felt so special, he somehow found a way to still make you nervous.

"Do you remember where we first met," you blurted out just as Eddie had tossed his pants to the side. He was wearing a Motley Crue sleeveless muscle tee and blue boxers, folding his hands across his chest trying to remember the night the two of you had first crossed paths.

A lightbulb went off in his head, "oh shit, Halloween night! That's right, our first anniversary is coming up." Eddie lit up and his smile brightened and he took you into his arms and held you so tight you thought you might pass out.

You tapped his back, "can't. breathe."

Eddie loosened his grip on you, "sorry, I'm just excited."

"You don't have to apologize, I think I know how excited I make you," you said staring down at his bulge. You could feel him practically stabbing you with it in the hug, he was so painfully hard around you on a regular basis. You breathed and he had a semi, you crossed your legs and he was harder than a rock. But you didn't mind, it felt flattering and charming in the way he would have to physically move you to cover his erection in the grocery store that one time. 'Keep walking, act natural,' he had said and you had to keep your giggles to a minimum even though it was the funniest ordeal you two had gotten yourselves into in public.

"Yeah, and it's all for you, c'mere" Eddie laughed and sat down on the window seat, holding your hands and bringing you to sit in his lap. The large stained glass windows glowed around him as the street lights beamed in. For an old run down house, it did have it's own unique brand of charm. You could see why Eddie made this house a tradition, it was beautiful in a way if you looked at it from the right angles, and when the light hit it just right it felt like magic.

"Lucky me," you say and bring your lips to his, it felt like a real movie moment.

"I think I'm the lucky one," Eddie said gripping your inner thighs under your skirt. You could feel an ache for him between your thighs when he spoke in between hot and sloppy kisses.

"I need you," you said and Eddie knew what you meant immediately. He was the only person you met that you felt you could explain those things to, the only person that understood and was fascinated by your wants and needs. Eddie moved your panties to the side and pulled out his cock through his boxers, lifting you so you sat down on him perfectly. The two of you moaned in unison at the sensation.

Eddie throws both of your shirts across the room in a rushed motion, he's the eager one now. Any time he saw your breasts it was like a fuckin gift, he could've sworn he dreamed you up somehow. He licked and sucked at your nipples, hands gripping and smacking your ass, encouraging you to keep riding him. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a scream but failing when Eddie slaps your ass so hard that you swear you're going to have Eddie sized handprints marking you tomorrow. One thing about Eddie, he was a gentleman, outside of the bedroom only though.

"OW," you scratch at his shoulders and rake your fingers through his hair, tugging it a little, "you're so mean."

"You like it," Eddie stated and smacked your ass again. And he was right, you just liked being a bit of a brat sometimes.

"Mhm, I love you," you mumble into his shoulder where you rested your head, your hands hooked around his neck loosely.

“I love you, you feel so good, baby,” Eddie tugs your hair, your head and eyes rolling back in pleasure. You bounce on Eddie’s cock and he groans, just when you think your legs are about to give out Eddie grips your hips and makes you move in rhythm. Your nails rake down his back and he gropes your chest. "You're so wet for me, fuck."

“Oh fuck,” you moan into Eddie’s mouth and he laughs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing you in slow delicious circles.

“You like that, baby,” Eddie takes his fingers off your clit and puts them in your mouth, “suck.” And you do as he says, your eyes are tearing up from pleasure, he’s relentless when he’s like this.

“Mhm,” you nod and Eddie moans your name and you can feel his come and realize you had both forgotten protection.

“Oh shit,” Eddie’s eyes are big and full of fear, yours are the same. “Oh fuck,” Eddie lifts your skirt up and stares at the mess the two of you had made. He lifts you off of him softly, setting you down in his lap and leans you back so he can slip a digit into your hole, hooking it so it reaches that special spot and you gasp.

“Eddie, you’re getting distracted, this isn’t good,” you pull on his hair, a bit annoyed but still amused by him none the less.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. It’s just that you look so hot with my come, you have to admit it’s kind of sexy. I’m loosing my mind here, god, I don’t need another fuckin’ kink I have enough as it is. Jesus Christ.”

“This can’t be a regular thing, Eddie. So don’t get used to it,” you cross your arms over your chest and your face grows red because Eddie can’t stop playing with you and it feels so wrong, but it feels so right at the same time.

“But you liked it, I could tell,” Eddie smirks.

“Maybe, but only a little,” you admit.

“Yeah, I can tell you only liked it a little bit by the way your pussy is squeezing me, honey.”

“That’s not funny, this is serious. Would it kill you to be serious for one second?”

“Probably, but you love me anyways,” Eddie winks at you.

“Always will.”

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Watermelon Sugar–Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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Jake told you about the bbq pool party happening on July 4th, he really did, but you were nervous for two reasons; you didn’t have a suit and you were anxious for him to see you in one. While you were having breakfast on the patio the day before, he was going over how he’d be gone shortly in the morning to do a flyover at the base but then he’d be back at eleven with the others. He insisted you invite Brynne, Serena and Dom but Dom always heads back home to spend the holiday weekend with his family.

“I think I’ve got all your favorite foods for tomorrow, and some hard seltzers in the fridge by the bar. Is there anything else you need?” he asked and you bit your lip. “What is it, Sugar?”

“I don’t have a nice suit to wear,” you admitted sheepishly.

“No big deal, let’s go shopping,” he wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and pulled away from the table.

“No, wait–” you grabbed hold of his forearm, he looked down at you. “Can–can I go by myself?”

He opened his mouth but then closed it. “Sure. I’ll have Reynolds take you. Buy a suit for every day of the week, okay?” He kissed your hand that was on his arm.

So you did, you bought the ones that made you feel good in them and decided to wear a blue two-piece with white stars. You also bought a blue wrap to wear over it as a safety blanket when you were in front of Jake. Jake kissed you goodbye before he left to fly and you slept for another hour before getting up and getting ready.

You’ve just finished putting on red lipstick that matches the red ribbon tied in your hair when Jake gets home. His flight suit is tied around his waist, his hair still a little sweaty and his aviators are hanging off his nose.

“Don’t you look pretty,” he smiles, tossing his keys and wallet on his dresser. You’ve moved all your makeup stuff in his room, he bought a vanity for you to use along with the makeup you use and a bunch of stuff you’ve only dreamt about using.

“You look hot, I mean–” you shake your head, “you’re sweaty.” He smirks at your comment but doesn’t really acknowledge it.

“Yeah, it’s a scorcher out there,” he says, sifting through his drawers for an American flag style swim trunks. “Make sure to put on sunscreen. Everyone should be here in an hour.”

“Okay…do you need my help with anything?”

“All taken care of, Sugar. Too bad you’re all dolled up, was gonna see if you’d want to save on water and take a shower with me.” He stands in front of you, tracing the contour of your face with his fingers until they’re under your chin. He tilts your head up.

You shift in your chair making sure your wrap is covering you. Jake notices, his brows furrowing but again, he doesn’t say anything. You’re thankful for that.

“Maybe next time,” you finally respond coyly.

“Okay, Sugar,” his thumb drags over your bottom lip. “I love this color red on you.”

And then he’s gone heading towards his bathroom singing the chorus to ‘Danger Zone’ before shutting the door.

***

The party is in full swing and you feel a little more at ease when Serena and Brynne arrive. They gushed about your new suit and admired the other ones you bought. As soon as the three of you entered the pool area, Rooster smiled at Serena who quickly went over to him by the pool. He was standing on the first step, beer in hand and a bucket hat on his head.

“He better ask for her number today, or Dom is gonna kick his ass,” Brynne sighs watching your friend flirt with the pilot.

“He hasn’t yet?”

“Nope. And S keeps dropping hints but he’s oblivious.”

“I’ll say something to Jake. I know Rooster’s crazy about her,” you smile then notice Phoenix by the bar. She keeps glancing at Brynne while talking with Bob, her eyes traveling over Brynne’s cherry red suit. “Hey, Brynne, have you met Natasha yet?”

You take Brynne’s hand dragging her around the pool towards the bar and in front of Bob and Natasha.

“Hey guys, this is Brynne. My friend and coworker. Brynne, this is Bob and Natasha,” you introduce. Brynne’s eyes glitter when she meets Natasha’s and they shake hands and Natasha offers to get her a drink.

They move to the other end of the bar initiating small talk and that makes you happy. Warm, strong arms wrap around your waist and hot lips are on your cheek in a kiss.

“Hey Sugar, are you thirsty?”

You nod and he moves behind the bar to get one of your hard seltzers, he pops the tab and slips it inside a coozie. He adds a steel straw then hands it to you.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” he asks taking a pull from his own beer.

“Umm…” you suck on your straw, eyes downcast.

“Let’s put some on before you go in the pool,” he pats the side of your hip affectionately. “C’mon.”

“Jake, I–”

He gives you no choice and tugs you along towards the house. Coyote and Payback say hello to you, they’re seated on the lounge chairs discussing something about football. Fanboy is relaxing in the sun.

The cool air feels good from the dry heat outside as you enter the house, Jake still leading you through the house and into the bathroom on the first floor near the laundry room. He opens the closet grabbing a tube of sunscreen.

“I can put it on myself,” you say quietly, arms crossed over your chest making sure the wrap is still secure around you.

“I can get your back,” he smiles clicking the top open. “And you can rub my back, too.”

“Jake, I don’t–” you cover your face with your hands.

“Woah, hey, what’s going on?”

You shake your head, eyes closed.

“Sugar, talk to me please. What’s wrong?”

“I’m self-conscious,” you mutter.

“Self-conscious of what?” he takes hold of your hands and you let him remove them from your face. You open your eyes to stare at your joined hands between you.

“Of how I look. I’m not tall and toned like Serena is and I don’t have the nice curves like Brynne does…I’m…I’m not–”

“y/n, look at me,” his voice is soft. You force your eyes up, his thumbs are rubbing the backs of your hands. “You’re beautiful, exactly the way you are. Your height, your size, your curves, all of it. I told you you’ve been tempting me since day one and I mean it, you don’t even realize how much. If you don’t want to take off your wrap yet, that’s fine, I’ll get Serena to come and help you.”

“No, she’s busy with Rooster,” you shake your head. You take a deep breath. “You can do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod removing your hands from his. Your eyes stare at his white tank top covered chest as your fingers untie the wrap. You continue to stare at the center of his chest as you pull it off your shoulders and he remains silent.

“Damn,” he breathes and you finally look up at his face. His green eyes are widening as he moves over your suit. “As I live and breathe, darlin’ you sure are a sight for sore eyes.”

Your cheeks are burning from revealing your suit and from his words. He reaches behind you to get the sunscreen and he pops it open again. He starts at your shoulders, making sure to rub it in under the straps and over the hills of your breasts. Your heart is hammering and you wonder if he can feel it. His fingers tickle your stomach as he rubs in lotion there, and goosebumps appear when he gets the sides.

“Can you turn around for me?” he asks softly and you do. He squirts more lotion on his hand and starts at your shoulders.

You watch him in the mirror, his face in concentration and you avoid your own gaze in the mirror. He moves your hair over your shoulder and you feel his hand slip down behind the clasp at the center of your back.

“Here,” you murmur and unhook it so the only thing holding your suit up are your hands cupping it to your breasts. Your eyes meet in the mirror, questions burning in both of your gazes but neither of you voices them as he continues to spread sunscreen on your back.

Did his hands get hotter? You try to concentrate on your breathing, the tips of his fingers dip a little below the waistband of your bottoms. More goosebumps, more heat. Part of you wants to remove your top and see what happens, part of you wants him to do it.

To your surprise, Jake hooks the clasp back together and brings your hair back into place.

“Can you do me now?” he asks your reflection.

You nod as you readjust your breasts in your suit so they’re more fitted and you can see Jake watches your every move. The way he’s looking at you fills you with a bit more confidence each time. When you pick up the lotion bottle he yanks off his tank top and turns around, you choke on the air you’re breathing because he’s so tan and muscular. He has freckles on his shoulders and a small birthmark on the very low part of his back. It looks like a heart.

You squire the lotion in your palm and then swipe your hand over his whole back. His muscles tightened and you were mesmerized by the strength of them as you rub in the sunscreen. You make sure to get his shoulders and up into his neck. Your hand curves with his spine as you go lower and get the sides of his stomach. Without even thinking, your nail traces over that birthmark, Jake takes a deep breath.

“Okay, turn around,” you say.

When he does, he crowds your space, his arms caging you in between him and the counter.

“I already got my stomach, can you put some on my nose?” he asks scrunching his nose in indication.

“Yeah,” you bite your lip and put a little more on your two fingers. You stroke your fingers over his nose and onto his chin, pressing the excess under his eyes and onto his ears. When you’re finished, you keep his face held in your hands.

You stare at each other for a second before lips are on lips and you’re somehow on the counter with your legs wrapped around his waist. His body is hard and hot and muscled against yours, his hands pulling you into him, your back bowing so you’re as close as you can be. Your fingers are in his hair and he moves one hand to cup and squeeze your breast. You moan into his mouth and then he shifts the suit down, his thumb and forefinger tweaking your nipple. You moan again and Jake moves his kisses down your jaw and to your neck and then his mouth is covering your breast.

His mouth is hot and his tongue is slick and wet as it circles over your nipple. His teeth dig into the swell of your breast while his tongue flicks and presses on your bud.

“Jake,” you sigh falling against the mirror watching through hooded eyes as he opens his. He keeps his gaze on you as he shifts to your other breast, his hand yanking the suit down. He doesn’t close his eyes until his mouth is on you again, a contented sigh coming from him and you keep your fingers curled in his hair.

The noises he makes as he suckles on you electrifies your blood cells and you need him closer. It’s when you start to grind your hips against him that you yank on his head. His mouth releases your breast with a pop and his eyes are bright green.

“We haven’t–we shouldn’t–” you’re panting trying to get the words out because so many thoughts are racing through your mind.

You’ve opened up to him more, you’re more comfortable with him, you’re sleeping in his bed more frequently but the paperwork and Betty’s health are at the forefront. This is just an arrangement, he’s said you tempt him and he’s been tempting you a lot more too lately.

“You’re right,” he nods but peppers kisses along your breasts before tucking them back into your suit. “We have guests. I got carried away.”

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“No need to be sorry, Sugar,” he smiles crookedly and shifts on his feet. “I need a few minutes before I can go back out there.”

Your eyes immediately fly down to his waist where you can see a bulge over the stars and stripes of his suit.

“Oh. Oops,” you bite your lip trying to hide your smile.

“Yeah, oops,” he murmurs, tugging your lip from your teeth into a kiss. He groans when you kiss him back excitedly. “Okay, trouble, time to head out before we’re discovered.”

“You’re the troublemaker,” you tease hopping down from the sink. You pick up your wrap and adjust yourself again.

***

You went back outside and stepped into the pool water, you also needed to cool down after what you and Jake did. The rest were in the pool and Jake jumped in with a big splash then took you in his arms. Rooster started to complain he was hungry an hour later. You were the only one left in the pool floating on one of the floaties Jake bought special for the day.

Rooster and Serena were sitting on the pool steps and Brynne and Phoenix were sitting on the edge talking. You watched Jake as he gathered all of the grill stuff, and he even put on an apron that said ‘Kiss the Chef’. You suck on your drink through your straw watching his arms flex as he cleans the grill, a sheen of sweat glistening on his shoulders.

You slip off the floaty and exit the pool just as Serena and Rooster wade in deeper, their fingers loosely linked. Jake’s eyes are on you as you walk towards him, water rolling over your body and when you’re close enough you lean up and peck his lips softly. His eyes flutter and he grins.

“What was that for?”

“Your apron says to kiss the chef, so I did,” you giggle and finish off your drink.

“I’ll kiss you too, Hangman,” Roster makes kissy noises behind you.

“Hard pass, Bradshaw. Go get your kabobs, man,” then he turns his attention back on you. “Did you put more sunscreen on?”

“Yeah, but it won’t work. I’ll still burn,” you shrug then turn around but Jake swats at your ass and you yelp.

You grab another seltzer and the start taking pictures with Serena, Brynne and Phoenix. Jake and Bradley look your way when you all squeal as Coyote does a cannonball in the water. Phoenix and Brynne exit the pool getting cozy at the bar, Brynne even kisses Phoenix’s cheek for a picture.

“That’s good, Brynne is chill compared to the last girl Phoenix was with,” Jake comments.

“Yeah, your Sugar sure is sweetening up our group, ain’t she?” Rooster nudges Jake’s shoulder then goes over to Serena who is struggling with her beer bottle.

When Jake has the food on the grill, he retreats inside to grab the extra plate of watermelon Rhea had cut up for the day. Jake always makes sure she spends holidays with her own family and he brought the plate out to you. You snatch a piece and take a bite, the juice dribbles down your chin and into your cleavage. You hold the piece up to Jake and he takes a bite, juice dribbling down his chin as well.

You giggle then lean on the pool edge to swipe it from his lips. You suck it off your thumb.

“See, you’re trouble,” he cocks his head to the side and starts to stand.

“Leave the watermelon,” you tell him and snatch the floaty. You climb back on and make grabby hands for the plate which he hands you. “Thank you.”

The food is great as you all sit down to eat it and then Rooster runs off to grab the fireworks he brought. He sets them up with the help of Bob. Jake hands you some water because all you’ve had all afternoon are seltzers. The dry heat is really getting to you and your suit is starting to feel uncomfortable which only means one thing.

You’ve got a sun burn.

You sit on Jake’s lap as Bob sets the fireworks off and you start to shiver now that the sun is no longer in the sky. Rooster and Serena were making out as the fireworks lit up the sky. You remember to tell Jake that Serena wants Bradley to ask for her number.

“He’s an idiot, he has no game,” Jake shakes his head, “I’ll tell him.”

Everyone is gone by eleven o’clock and Jake tuts when he sees how red you are as you remove your makeup in his bathroom.

“Sugar, you’re so sunburnt. You didn’t put more on after I did it for you, did you?”

“I did, I swear! But I told you…sunscreen doesn’t work on me for some reason,” you flinch when you dry your face off with the towel.

He sighs heavily. “Take a cool shower and I’ll put aloe on you.”

You do what he says and it hurts when you put on the satin pajama set. The straps are thin but hit your burning skin in just the right way. When you exit the bathroom, Jake is already showered and tugging on the draw strings of his basketball shorts.

“C’mere my little tomato,” he gestures to his bed and you crawl on it delicately. You lay down and lift your shorts up higher on your thighs and the bottom of your shirt. “Sugar…”

“Put it on please,” your body trembles as you shiver some more. Being in the heat all day is finally escaping you as you’re in the controlled temperature of the house.

Jake rubs it on your thighs first, the cooling sensation of the aloe feels wonderful. It’s colder on your stomach, his fingers brush the underside of your boobs but you’re in too much pain to really get excited about it.

“You’re gonna have to take your top off so it doesn’t cling to your skin, that’s not going to feel good,” he shakes his head. “You don’t have to sleep in here if you’re uncomfortable–”

“No, can I please? Your sheets are cooler than mine,” you pout and sit up delicately.

“Of course you can,” he smiles gently. You begin to lift your top off but it pinches at your shoulders and you cry out. “I got it.”

Jake removes it as softly as he can, folds it, places it at the foot of his bed and puts more aloe on his hands. He’s gentle as he rubs it over your shoulders and down your arms. By the time he gets to your back, it’s already dried on your front. He puts some on your hands and more on your chest because that’s where it’s the worst.

“I’m getting you SPF 100 so this doesn’t happen again.” he sets the bottle on his nightstand. Your picture in a small frame.

“It won’t work–” you start to say slipping under his sheets.

“Yes it will. SPF 30 was no help to you, Sugar.”

You sigh as you settle into his sheets, the coolness helps with the aloe but you’re shivering like crazy. Jake grabs your hands and blows on them.

“If you wake up and it still hurts, I’ll put more on you.”

“You don’t mind I’ll be sleeping with my top off?” your teeth chatter.

“Sugar, I wouldn’t mind if you decided to sleep nude,” he kisses your cheek and shuts the lights off.

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supercalime · 29 days

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I can’t believe I found people who think about this the exact same way as I do. I don’t get these hardcore buddie stans who suddenly try to make it look like buckTommy shipper are the toxic ones. I haven’t seen a single BuckTommy shipper who was rude without a reason (maybe a bit defensive about their CANON ship). Whereas I’ve seen plenty of incredibly toxic buddie stans who insult everyone who doesn’t ship their ship or share their opinions.

Another thing and don’t get me wrong Im not defending anyone. But I’ve seen many people heavily bullying the marisol actress because she’s apparently homophobic (not saying she isn’t or is) and wanting her to be gone beacause of this reason but totally ignore the alleged racism of ryan (again not saying he is racist or not, i dont know them personally) just because he is part of their beloved ship. By their logic Ryan should leave the show too.

Hey anon, it took me some time to answer your ask (chaotic life stuff lol) but I’m glad to finally have time to talk about this first part with you.

I’ll preface by saying I won’t get involved in actor drama, no matter how true or toxic it is because I don’t have enough information nor am I qualified to talk about the issues they mishandled. I’ll just say that, no matter who does bad things, they should be held accountable.

Okay, back to the main point: yes, it’s very strange how b*ddie st*ns are behaving towards the canon bi!buck thing. Both with people who ship bucktommy but also with the creators and actors on the show. Regardless if they are right or not about b*ddie being canon, this is not how you act with entertainment, specially with the people giving the content.

I hate to bash but it looks and sounds a lot like a toddler throwing a tantrum because they didn’t get a specific toy.

And toddlers only throw tantrums because they are brand new humans who are learning how to behave. They don’t know any better so they react with outbursts and repeated demands because it’s the only way they know to get the attention of the person taking care of them.

If I’m not mistaken, the main audience for the show is 18-45. NO ONE here should be yelling in comment sections “we want buddie! we want buddie! we want buddie!” as if they would immediately get it. It’s not how it works and it’s frankly embarrassing to see a bunch of adults acting like that for everyone to see.

And I can’t stress it enough, I’m not putting myself on a high ground here and saying I’m a better person by shipping bucktommy, as I’m sure there might be a percentage of fans out there being rude and annoying as well. But at least I’m keeping my conscience clear by not acting like me shipping two characters is something big enough in my life to ruin my enjoyment of a whole show in case my favorite ship doesn’t become canon.

I hate how fandoms behave as if they can have control over the content they are consuming. We aren’t entitled to anything and if there is supposed to be ANY discourse about which character was supposed to end with, that should happen AFTER the show ended! The story isn’t over yet! So why are b*ddie st*ns so stressed? If a show is making you this angry and demanding, please step aside a little, give it some distance because that’s not how consuming content is supposed to make you feel.

And I say that last part with sincerity because I too got way too involved with fandom discourse in the past, to the point that I had to distance myself from certain shows because being that involved made me upset.

Im just tired at this point you know. Im trying to protect myself as much as possible. Im not in the bird app, I don’t follow the show or the actors on social media, im avoiding interviews like the plague. All I want from this experience is to watch the show, gather my thoughts, form my opinions, log onto tumblr and reblog the cute stuff I see about my favorite ship without having to worry about whatever the hell is going on outside my pretty little bubble

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battleslippers · 7 days

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do u know how to render...

lol i mean ik u do but can u teach me?????? (only if u want :3)

HERE WE GO. I am by NO means an expert/professional, so my process isn’t perfect nor is it the most efficient (😭), but here’s my process + some time lapses.

added a border because this post is so damn long

1. sketch — I try to make sure it’s accurate if there is a ref, and the proportions are right in this because the sketch determines how good the rest of the piece is and how much tweaking you’ll have to do in the future. Think of it like the foundation: if it’s wonky, everything else will be wonky and it’ll be a HUGE pain to fix later (speaking from experience). The purly painting is probably a great example of what NOT to do in this case! That thing took so much time because I didn’t have a good enough sketch and I didn’t really have my colors down, so I did a bunch of tweaking, which you’ll probably see in the time lapse.

2. Base colors/undertones/blocking in: this 100% differs depending on ur style, preference, and goal of the painting. If I’m doing a photo study for value or color, I’ll simplify it down as much as possible (basic colors or 3 values). Undertones are there if you’re REALLY working a traditional method I think.

I think this is one of my best examples of this type of painting. This is purely copying a photo to the most accurate, and if I had to do anything differently, I’d block in the shapes and shadows THEN go into all those details (I feel this would be more efficient but, again, preference lol).

3. Shadows — this really goes hand in hand with the previous step, but I like to establish these with usually a cooler tone depending on the environment and lighting. If your piece is outside on a clear day, the shadows on a lot of things will be blue due to the light from the sky. If you look at enough pictures and pretty much anywhere around you, you’ll see how light and shadow interacts with colors of the environment, which is really cool!!!

4. Messing with it — with those undertones and shadows, I might add in extra colors like redness or blue for things like skin to get that layered feel (especially considering how skin isn’t totally uniform due to its mild transparency). Then I’ll color pick those in between tones and block in stuff and do it until it feels right. The Angela painting is probably my best example of this, which I’ll reblog with (plus two other ones) For Curly’s jacket, I used a few different brushes to get that texture and the whole process was basically scribbling until it looked right. Hatching is one of my favorite methods to get a little texture in, so I do that a lot too.

5. Finally touches/technical settings — once everything is totally done, I’ll usually mess around with the Hue, Saturation, and Brightness along with Color Balance and Curves on the overall painting until I’m happy with it. Then I’ll probably turn up the Sharpness a little and maybe add some chromatic aberration.

Overall, I usually do these steps going from background (if there is one) -> skin -> clothing -> hair, but I hop around a lot. I usually establish the flats overall then render each individual one.

Also, lighting does NOT have to be warm and shadows do NOT have to be cool; it all depends on the context. As long as your values are right, your colors will probably look good. Of course, it’s still worth knowing how to make them harmonious or contrast and allat, but values are the main foundation. Online resources are also awesome (my favorites being Proko, Marco Bucci, and Sinix among many others) and just observing things around you and others’ art is an incredibly powerful tool. I usually like to check my values by making my painting black and white by coloring in a luminosity layer with white. This method isn’t universal due to different programs, but if there’s a setting to turn ur drawing black and white, I def recommend it.

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A side note: my rendering style is basically just painting 😭 At most I have like 5 layers max (sketch, flats, background, subject, hair or anything else I’m afraid to fuck up) but I end up combining flats and sketch most of the time and just paint over it. Most of the time, I have 2-3 layers and combine them all by the end. For the (currently) black and white Johnny one I’ll reblog with is just one layer, but I’ll probably make layers to overlay color and another to add variation/detail. My process isn’t very uniform or clean 💀

I am SO sorry this turned out to be such a long post good god

EDIT: I realized the paragraph I thought was deleted actually just moved so I erased it lmao

#asks #slipperlations #advice #???#pleaee please please push your colors too unless youre going for realism its actual hell trying to learn how to do it after condemning #yourself to photostudy hell (me)

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could you do a renga x gn! Reader and its just them after a long day, and that have this "cuddle pile" that they get into on the couch while a movie/music plays in the background. And like it's just a whole vibe thing that they got, but its also just like a bunch of fluff.

Really hope this isn't asking for too much. Thanks!

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Fandom: Sk8 the Infinity

Characters: Reki Kyan + Langa Hasegawa

Warnings: fluff, maybe cursing once or twice

Notes: three things. trans reki agenda. corpse bride is the best spooky movie & we stan johnny depp. and nanako is very very oblivious

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“I cannot believe we got homework this weekend. I've got plans every day!”

“Sucks to suck, Reki. Not like youre gonna do it anyway.”

You dodged the backpack that flew toward your arm, stepping out of the way so it, unfortunately, hit Langa instead.

He made a noise in shock and complaint before nudging him back, choosing to leave his stuff in his room instead of dealing with your bickering.

“Grumpy-pants!” Reki called after him.

“What are you, six?”

“Hey!”

Langa reappeared and took Reki’s hand silently to get his attention. He looked up at him, squeezing his hand gently. “You alright, Langa?”

He nodded. “You have to change, it’s 3:30.”

Reki groaned. “It’s fine.”

You weren’t letting him argue that—it wasn’t safe to leave his binder on longer than eight hours, and eight was the maximum. “No, come on. I’ll let you wear my hoodie if it makes you feel better.”

His eyes lit up for a second before he pouted. “This is coercion!” he announced to no one in particular before heading back the hall, into the bathroom to change. You heard the door close, then open again, only to hear him announce, “and I want that hoodie!” before it closed again.

You looked at Langa in exasperation and he rolled his eyes. “Would you like anything to eat, dear?” he asked, holding his hand out to take your things.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You handed him your school bag and jacket before leaning in to kiss his cheek. “What are we going to do with him?” you teased, making him smile.

“Babysit him, I think,” he teased back, dropping a kiss to your temple. “Go pick a movie. Just nothing horror, I don’t need nightmares.”

“Wimp.”

“Leave me alone.”

You laughed at his comment and agreed, jumping over the back of the couch to find something online to watch.

Reki came out shortly after you started browsing movies, immediately throwing himself on the couch and burying himself between you and the back of it.

“Hello to you, too,” you said, kissing his head. “Spooky movie recommendations?”

He laid his head on your shoulder and grinned. He hummed and thought for a moment when an idea struck: “corpse bride!! We haven’t watched it this year yet!!”

Langa leaned over the back of the couch. “What’s that? It’s not scary, is it?”

You and Reki shared the same exasperated look—how had you three known each other for a year and a half and he’d never watched it?

He moved first, grabbing Langa’s arm and pulling him over the back of the couch, making him fall into the mess of limbs on the (rather tiny, with the three of you on it) couch. “We must watch!” Reki announced, grabbing the blanket folded semi-neatly and laying it over his boyfriend and his legs.

“What, no blanket for me?”

“You’ll cover my head.”

“I’ll keep you warm!” Reki hugged you incredibly tight for the sake of the joke.

You laughed and flicked his forehead to get him to buzz off, redirecting your attention to the TV and Langa who was laying with his head on your stomach. “To answer your question, love, it’s not scary. It’s got a creepy vibe, but no horror. That okay?”

He nodded and pulled the blanket up to his chin, cuddling in for the expected next two hours.

You hit play and started the movie, much to Reki’s delight.

Nanako walked through the front door to her and Langa’s apartment, only to find the lights off and the only one on coming from the lights under the microwave. She decided to enter quietly, knowing Langa had his friends over.

She set her things down by the door and changed her shoes. When she looked more, though, she saw someone’s foot sticking out over the arm of the couch. Upon further inspection, that foot was attached to her son, who was asleep on the couch, laying on his two best friends who never seemed to leave each others company for more than an hour or so.

A gentle smile graced her features and she was about to turn away when she heard a quiet mumble from Langa, asking, “mom?”

“Yes, dear?” she asked, brushing a bit of hair out of his face.

“Hi.”

She shook her head and leaned down and kissed his temple. “Go back to sleep, love.”

He nodded and laid his head back down, rather quickly falling back to sleep. She decided to make herself a snack and leave the kids alone—they probably deserved the rest.

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Well folks, this is about as sci fi-fantasy as it gets. People have been asking about humans in Vivere 44, and a bunch of quick sketches turned into a full-on infographic, and now I have no choice but to elaborate. So! humans. (The story is set in the year 2155, and considering the lack of physical forms I suppose post-humans would be a more reasonable term...)

Despite having changed significantly since they left Earth, humans have an established place within the Wider Galactic Community. Most of the essential info is in the image, but I’ll go ahead and slap on extra notes anyways. Long-ish post ahead!

For starters, if you want a more extensive read of humanity’s history in Vivere 44 and how exactly they came to look like that, then head on over to the google doc. Be warned, it gets a little dark at some points.

Although they might look like holograms, the human’s appearance has little to do with light fields. Instead, they are made up of millions of tiny ‘cyber-particles’, which were discovered by the **Angelum **in 2110. Their properties are still being researched, but they are known to be able to host consciousness - which has earned them the nickname ‘mind flecks’. They have been used in computers, AI, and projections, and have only recently been applied to digitized brains.

Through these mind flecks, a human can shape their appearance however they please, however it relies heavily on individual brainpower and how clearly one can visualize an image. For this reason, young children often have difficulty with clear forms and are more inclined to look like vague shapes (or their default form). They learn by mimicking others. Fun fact, It’s also easy for experienced individuals to lose clarity in their form when experiencing strong emotions. Thus, the word ‘distortion’ has been used as a substitute for losing one’s composure.

Unfortunately in spite of their unique shifting abilities, humans have difficulty interacting with the non-digital world. Luckily, the Angelum are known for their expertise in machinery, so together they developed mech suits that allow people to walk around and pick up stuff and whatnot. Some people like the convenience, but others hate the restrictive feeling of the suits and opt for gloves instead (I’ll draw them one day). This embedding of intelligence systems in machines meant jobs like spacecraft intelligence (as opposed to spacecraft artificial intelligence) became quite prevalent among humans.

Humanity’s new configurations also mean that they no longer have the need to eat or drink. Yet, unlike an AI they still need to sleep every now and then. And unlike an AI, humans are not immortal. The particles begin to deteriorate after about 160 years, and at 200 years will have completely disappeared. Still a pretty impressive lifespan. I should also note that once a person’s mind is transferred to cyber-particles, they are stuck like that. No changing hosts or returning to a body.

The first generation of post-humans is still around today, but since then two more have arisen. Artificial chromosomes and a form of gene swapping were developed in the early days allowing humanity to continue its legacy. There is a bit of controversy as to whether these new generations count as ‘true’ humans since they never had an organic body to begin with, but they certainly aren’t robots either. The new generations think, act and live just as the originals did, if not more progressively.

That’s about it for now! This concept has been bouncing around in my head for a while now so I’m glad to finally have the chance to put it somewhere. As always, open to questions!

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warnings: Steve Harrington x reader, talking on the phone, knitting, Steve being a little sad

word count: 850

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Scrambling to move the mess of yarn off of your lap, you picked up the loudly ringing phone and pressed it against your ear. Shivering lightly at just how cold it was against your skin, you spoke, “hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart…” you heard the quiet voice of your boyfriend speak.

“Steve, hi!” instantaneously, a smile appeared on your face, “what’s up?”

“Oh, um, not much,” he responded, wearily, “I just called because I wanted to hear your voice…”

“Okay…” your brows drew together, “Steve, are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, no, I’m fine,” he brushed your worry off, “what, um, what did you do today?”

“Ah, not really anything worth telling you about.”

“Really?”

“I just don’t think you’d find it that interesting.”

“Try me,” he tested simply in a soft tone.

“Okay,” you got up from your position on the bed, “I, um, I read a lot today, so I’m almost done with that book-“

“Is it the one you had with you last weekend? The one with the, um, couple on the cover?” his memory actually surprised you a bit.

Walking over to the nearby window, you became thankful for the sometimes annoyingly long cord on your phone, granting you this mobility, “yeah, that one.”

“Is it good?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good,” you reached out your pointer finger and ran it over the smooth wood of your windowsill, “you know, it’s just a romance I found at the library…”

“…did you do anything else?”

“Um, well,” you tapped your finger a bit as you recalled your day, “I went on a walk, did a few chores I had been procrastinating to do, laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, that kind of stuff.”

“Is that why it took a little bit for you to pick up the phone? Was that what you were doing right now when I called you?”

“Oh, no,” you glanced back at the pile of wool on your bed, “I was just knitting, and you called right while I was doing this thing that I couldn’t just stop in the middle of, or I properly could, but I had to finish.”

“What was it?”

Taking a seat on the windowsill, you hesitated, “Steve, it’s okay, it's very sweet, but you don’t have to ask me about it, I know it’s not very interesting for you, I don’t wanna talk your ear off about something you don’t care about.”

“Can you just tell me about it?” he asked in a small voice, “please?”

“Okay… well,” you leaned your head against the cool glass, “I’m knitting a sweater for my brother right now, or well, I’m knitting a few things at the moment, but that’s just what I’m working on tonight, and the kind that he requested is kinda complicated, or, it’s alright, but I can’t just close my eyes while doing it, you know? Anyways, it has this specific design with all these different colours, so if I mess one stitch up then it won’t really look right. So, I just have to concentrate a lot, count a bunch, and keep track of where I am. Also, I’m usually pretty good at reading and understanding the patterns, but I feel like I have to reread this one a million times before it clicks in my brain, so yeah…” looking out at the foggy street beneath your bedroom window, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” his words said one thing, but his tone said another.

“Did something happen?”

“It’s nothing, I don’t wanna bother you with it…”

You would give this man the whole world if you could.

“Steve, would you like me to come over?”

“It’s getting kinda late, it’s okay…”

“No, no,” you glanced back to check the indeed late time on the round clock atop your bedside table, “I can be there in a few minutes, it’s no bother, trust me. If it could make you feel a little bit better, then I’ll be there. I mean, even if it’s not because you’re feeling down, I still wanna be there, I always wanna be with you,” deciding to joke for a moment, “you would have to defend yourself with a bat to keep me away. I always wanna be with you, but especially when you’re like this, and if my being there can in some way help, then I want to help. I wanna help you, Steve.”

“Okay…” he breathed out slowly, surrendering to your aid, “but take the yarn with you.”

Images of the two of you curled up together started flooding your brain. Him behind you with his warm arms around your body, cheek pressed against yours, enjoying the soothing clatter of your knitting needles and keeping a close eye on every single stitch as they moved from one stick to the other. “Deal. I’ll be there in a little bit.”

“Thank you…”

When you jumped off the windowsill, you paused a second before hanging up, “hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know…” you thought you heard a muffled sniffle, “I love you too.”

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly

Author:@harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,368 Warnings: lil’ bit of angst, lil’ bit of fluff, flashback Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! I'm sorry this is late! All is explained in A/N2. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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I couldn’t tell you when I fell asleep, but what I could tell you was that I had woken up to a tapping sensation on my arm, my name being quietly called.

“Olivia, can you take me home now?” Nancy asked.

Sitting up, I stretched some and nodded my head. She had asked me where Barb was, but I didn’t have a clue, telling Nancy that she might’ve just walked home, at seeing me sleeping.

When I got home after taking Nancy home, I tried not to make any noise to wake my mom up, but I wasn’t anticipating her being up. So, when I saw her sitting in her chair with our cat, Mews, I jumped out of my skin. “Jesus, Mom. You scared me.”

“Livvie, where have you been?” she asked, petting the cat.

There’s no sense in lying. “I went to Steve’s.”

“I thought you went–”

“To Steve’s. Not the assembly.”

“Was Nancy there?”

Lie. “No. I dropped her off at the assembly before going alone. I’m sorry. I should’ve called.” I walked over to her, hearing her take a deep breath.

“Why do you smell like chlorine?” she asked.

“Steve pushed me in the pool,” I explained. “It’s late. Can I sleep? I swear, I’ll explain everything in the morning.”

“Are you two friends again?”

I sighed. “Not exactly.”

~~~

The next morning, Dustin asked that I follow him to the Wheeler house. I guess they had some explaining to do with El. When we got there, Mike launched into his explanation about how El knows Will is in what they’re calling the Upside Down. Dustin, Lucas and Mike all three explained to me that El took their D&D board, flipped it over to show the blackside, or bottom, of the board and put the Demogorgon character piece on it.

“So, Will is in the Upside Down, and he’s running or hiding from the Demogorgon?” I questioned.

“Yes,” El answered.

“We have a plan,” Mike said. “We tell our parents that we have AV club after school. That’ll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood.”

“You seriously think that the weirdo knows where Will is?” Lucas asked.

“Just trust me on this,” Mike said, looking at Lucas. “Did you get the supplies?”

Lucas reached into his bag, pulling out different items and naming them off as he did. “Binoculars… from ‘Nam. Army knife… also from ‘Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana… and the wrist rocket.”

“You’re gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?” Dustin asked.

“First of all, it’s a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon’s not real. It’s made up. But if there is something out there, I’m gonna shoot it in the eye… and blind it.”

“Dustin, what did you get?” Mike asked my brother.

He took his backpack and dumped out a bunch of snacks.

I gasped. “You little shit! You took my Pringles!” I grabbed the can from the table, opening the can to take a crisp out. Popping it into my mouth, I sighed happily.

“We got Nutty Bars–” Dustin started.

“Thank you,” I interrupted, grabbing the pack of Nutty Bars.

“Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana and trail mix.”

“Seriously?” Lucas deadpanned.

“We need energy for our travels, for stamina.”

“And why do you need all these weapons anyway?” I asked, popping another crisp into my mouth.

“We have her,” Dustin added, gesturing towards El.

“She shut one door!” Lucas said.

“With her mind!” Dustin and I answered.

“Are you kidding me?” Dustin continued. “That’s insane!”

“Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do,” I smiled.

Dustin went over to the chair that was sitting beside the couch that El was leaning in. Pulling back a blanket to reveal a Millennium Falcon toy, he said, “I bet she can make this fly!” He picked it up, turning to face the preteen girl. Holding it out, he told her to concentrate before letting go of it, the toy falling straight to the floor. Picking it back up, he wanted to try again, but to no avail.

Running to pick up the toy, Mike told Dustin that El isn’t a dog before Mrs. Wheeler called for the boys, telling them it was time for school. Lucas, Dustin and I raced upstairs while Mike stayed down in the basement with El for a few more moments. When he came outside, we all got on our bikes and pedaled our way to school.

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I was standing at my locker when I noticed Nancy walking up from the corner of my eye. When she reached her own locker, she opened it and went to put her things into it when Steve showed up out of seemingly nowhere, slamming her door the rest of the way open.

“Hey,” he said, smiling. Doing a double take, he looked back at me, smiling. “Hey, Liv.”

Nancy said her hello’s back, albeit with a semi-nervous tone to her voice. I looked at her confused as Steve asked, “Everything okay?” “Yeah!” she answered. “Yeah, totally. I just…” She looked off to the side, looking at everyone as she voiced, “I feel like everyone’s… staring at me.”

“Oh, I didn’t…” Steve said, looking back at me before looking back at Nance. “We didn’t tell anyone.”

“I don’t even know what happened,” I said, grabbing a book from my locker.

“I know,” Nancy said. “I know. Of course not. But what about, like, Tommy and Carol and them?”

“You’re being paranoid,” Steve said.

Looking at Nancy from behind Steve, I said, “I’ll take care of those assholes if they did. Don’t worry about them.”

Nancy looked in between Steve and I for a few seconds before her eyes locked on Steve’s as she said, “I’m sorry.”

“No. No, it’s cute,” Steve said. “Hey. I had a good time.”

“Yeah,” Nance said. “Yeah, me too.”

Steve leaned in towards her and that’s when I checked out for a moment before feeling a couple of taps on my shoulder. I turned my head and watched as Steve walked off to his first class… which, coincidentally, was the same class that I had.

Three classes drug on before it was lunch, and I was hungry! I sat on Steve’s left and started to pick at my meal as Tommy was talking about something I wasn’t paying attention to, but just couldn’t help but listen to.

“That’s why science doesn’t make any damn sense to me,” he said.

“No, I swear, look at this,” Carol said. “It’s totally frostbite.”

“Can’t be,” I said. “You’d have to be in the straight cold with no warmth whatsoever. It was a heated pool.”

She rolled her eyes at me, but I just smiled at her, knowing I was fully correct… maybe.

“Well, then, if it’s not frostbite, then what is it, oh smart one?” she asked.

“I don’t care what it is, it’s disgusting, get it off the table, we’re eating here,” Steve said.

I pushed my tray away, not having an appetite anymore before I noticed Steve pushed his tray closer to me. Even though we weren’t as close as we once were, it was nice that he still remembered certain things. Like, offering some of his lunch because my mom would forget to pack lunch for me or give me lunch money.

“Hey, Tommy,” Nancy said. “When you left, did you see Barb?”

“What?” he asked.

“Barbra,” Nance informed. “She’s not here today.”

“I seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be an ass,” I said, agitated with him. “Did you see her leave or not?”

He gave me a death glare, but I held my own as he eyed Steve before replying, “No, she was gone when we left.”

“Probably couldn’t stand listening to all that moaning,” Carol said, her and Tommy faking sexual moans of Steve’s name.

I stood up and grabbed my stuff, saying, “Is there any serious situation that you two don’t reference sex to?” I walked away from the table, and out of the cafeteria, going straight for my locker. I opened it, angrily grabbing at a cigarette before a hand stopped me.

“When did you start smoking?”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “Don’t you have your little minions to tend to?” I looked up at Steve, seeing concern written in his eyes. I sighed again, this time through my nose. “I’m fine. It’s just… hard hearing all that.”

He looked around, before leaning a little closer to me. “You don’t–”

“No, I remember,” I said, my eyes dancing between his own hazel orbs. Vividly. It was something I thought about all the time. I really wished I didn’t, but the memories from that night just wouldn’t stop coming back every time I closed my eyes. “I’ll see you after school, okay?”

I walked away from Steve, cigarette in hand. I went to his car and sat on the hood like I always did and lit the stick. I took a couple puffs, deciding that smoking wasn’t my thing. I guess I had sat out here for longer than I had anticipated because the next thing I knew, everyone was coming out of the school, laughter and chatter filling the air.

I watched as Steve made his way towards me, leaning against the front end of his car and sighed.

“If you’re gonna sit on my car–”

“I have to ask first, I know,” I sighed. I messed with my pants leg for a moment, not wanting to ruin anything.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Steve said, “You don’t have to ask. Just… don’t scuff it.”

We locked eyes for a moment before we both started snickering. Nicole made her way towards us, nervously telling Steve something about Jonathan that put me on high alert. Steve asked me to come with them, so I did, sitting behind Steve on Jonathan’s trunk.

When the oldest Byers boy walked up his car, he looked at Steve, myself, the horndogs Tommy and Carol, and Nicole.

“What’s going on?” Jonathan asked, everyone but me moving towards him.

“Nicole here was telling us about your work,” Steve said.

“We’ve heard great things,” Carol said.

“Yeah, sounds cool,” Tommy said.

Steve looked back at me, but I just shook my head and looked ahead, not liking where this was going. Turning back to Jonathan, he said, “We’d just love to take a look. Ya’know, as… connoisseurs of art.”

I scoffed and looked at my shoes, already knowing where this was headed. But how far was it heading? I couldn’t tell you that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jonathan said, trying to get to his car.

Tommy quickly snatched his backpack from him, basically being a seventh grade bully.

“Please, give me my bag,” Jonathan pleaded as Tommy tossed the bag to Steve.

Steve turned to face me, saying, “He’s totally trembling. He must really have something to hide.” I had to quickly move my arms out of the way as Steve put the bag on my lap, rummaging through it to find some black and white pictures. He moved to lean on the car so that I could see over his shoulder at the pictures.

What I saw shocked me to my core; all of us. Last night at Steve’s. I looked at Jonathan, who had an almost sad look to his face. I never thought of Jonathan as a creepy stalker. I guess it’s always the quiet ones.

“This isn’t creepy at all,” Carol said.

Jonathan looked me dead in the face and said, “I was looking for my brother.”

My heart softened a little at his words before Steve said, “No. No, this is called stalking.”

A few seconds later, Nancy showed up, asking, “What’s going on?”

“Here’s the starring lady,” Tommy said.

“Don’t you have a shower to go take or something?” I said, animosity to my tone.

“What?” Nancy asked.

“This creep was spying on us last night,” Carol informed. “He was probably gonna save this one for later.” She handed Nancy a photo that I quickly saw a glimpse of; Nancy with her back to the camera, taking off her shirt.

Tapping my knee, Steve said, “See, you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but… that’s the thing about perverts.” He moved closer to Jonathan, fixing his collar. “It’s hardwired into ‘em. Ya’know, they just can’t help themselves.” He ripped up the photo in his hands before tossing the pieces up in Jonathan’s face. “So, you just have to take away his toy.”

“Steve,” I muttered. “Don’t.”

“No, please, not the camera,” Jonathan begged.

Steve looked me in the eyes as Jonathan spoke. I didn’t want to, but the look in his eyes was pleading with me to play along. I knew Steve wasn’t like this; a bully. He was just putting on an act for Tommy and Carol.

I relented and gave him the camera as Tommy moved toward Jonathan to stop him from trying to get his camera from Steve.

“No, no, wait, wait… Tommy, Tommy,” Steve said, handing the camera out to the Byers boy. “Here ya go, man.”

When Jonathan reached out for his camera, Steve dropped it, breaking it. I hopped off the car and shoved his arm back while exclaiming his name. We locked eyes for a moment before I could see the instant regret in his eyes.

“Come on, the game’s about to start.” Steve walked away, the other three following behind as Nancy and I stood in our spots before she bent down to help Jonathan. I started walking towards the group, wanting to get on my bike and ride home.

When I made it to Steve he put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. “I know you’re angry, but please stay.”

“Angry isn’t the word I’d use,” I said, quietly.

“What word–”

“Disappointed,” I said, looking him in the eyes. “This isn’t the Steve I know, the Steve I grew up with. Where’s that Steve? How do I get him back?” Our eyes danced around each other for a moment before he snapped back to his own version of reality, calling out Nancy’s name.

I rolled my eyes and walked inside, sitting in front of my locker.

~~~

“So, I told Mr. Mundy, the solution of ten plus y equals… blow me,” Carol explained.

“I guess you’re not doing well in math,” I said as Tommy laughed at her.

“If you did that, you’d be in detention right now,” Steve said.

“Saturday,” Carol said.

“I bet Mr. Mundy’s still a virgin,” Tommy voiced.

I was looking down at the paper in my lap when I quietly said, “You sure you’re not still a virgin?” Well, I thought I said it quietly when a pen was launched in my direction. I grabbed it from the ground and smiled. “Sweet. Mine was getting low on ink.”

Nancy walked in front of me, so I followed her with my eyes as Steve said, “Nance, where you going?” Making up a lie on the spot, she stammered, “I totally forgot. I told my mom I would, uhm… I would do something with her.”

Standing, Steve said, “What do you mean? The game’s about to start.”

Not turning back, she said, “I’m sorry.” Turning to face Tommy and Carol before facing me, Steve sighed and asked, “What the hell’s wrong with her?” I shrugged. “Dunno. Haven’t really talked to her much.”

“Maybe she freaked out when you all psycho on the psycho,” Tommy said, laughing.

“Ah, give me a break,” Steve said.

I scoffed, packing up my bag. Standing, I said, “Well, what the hell did you expect, dating Miss Perfect?”

We almost had a little bit of a standoff, Steve and I. But, before it could actually get to that point, I chuckled, looking away for a moment before I started to walk away. I turned back around, looking back at Steve. “Ya’know what? I’m done. When you find my best friend, drop me a line.”

~~~

I was on my way home when I heard sirens, and I immediately thought about Dustin. So, in my haste to try and find him, I started with covering the places I knew he’d probably be at, and when he wasn’t at the Wheeler’s, the Sinclair’s, or our house, I checked one more place; the Byers.

Jonathan wasn’t home, which I couldn’t tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I really wanted to apologize on Steve’s behalf for what he’d done to his camera. When I heard leaves ruffling to my left, I was high alert.

“Oh, my god,” I breathed. Running to my little brother, I gave him a hug, squeezing him. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“Where were you?” Mike asked. “I thought you were coming with us after school?”

“Sorry, something came up. Wait, why are you here?” I looked at all the kids, the last one I spotted being El.

“Here,” she said.

“Yeah, this is the Byers’ house,” I said, crossing my arms.

“Hiding.”

“No, no, this is where he lives,” Mike said. “He’s missing from here. Understand?”

“El,” I said, gaining the girl's attention. “Sweetie, what are you doing here?”

“She said he’s hid–” “Thank you, Michael,” I said, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I swear, if we walked all the way out here for nothing–” Dustin said.

“That’s exactly what we did!” Lucas exclaimed. “I told you she didn’t know what the hell she was talking about!” Pointing to Dustin and Lucas, I said, “Both of you can calm the hell down.” Looking back at El, I gently asked, “El, why did you bring them here?”

“Liv, don’t waste your time with her,” Lucas said.

“What do you want to do then?” I asked.

“Call the cops–”

“We’re not calling the cops! I promised Hopper I’d keep you guys from going out last night. We can’t call them!”

“Hey, guys,” Dustin said. I looked behind me, faintly hearing the sirens.

Lucas was going on about something when Dustin yelled, “Guys!” before the cops and ambulances drove by. We all quickly got on our bikes and followed the cars to the quarry. The five of us watched as they turned a body over in the water, the clothes the same exact ones that Will was wearing three nights ago when he went missing.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I put my hand over my mouth. I grabbed Dustin, giving him the tightest hug. I didn’t know what I was going to say to Jonathan in the morning when this all got out.

Mike voiced his opinion on the body not being Will’s and that it couldn’t be until Lucas confirmed that it really was Will. El tried saying Mike’s name, but he freaked out on her, saying that she was supposed to help them find Will alive. In his heartbreak, Mike quickly got on his bike and went back home, leaving El behind.

I told Dustin and Lucas to make sure she got home safely before my little brother asked where I was going. I told him I needed to take care of something before I went home and to not wait up for me.

Setting my bike down at my destination, I knocked on the door and rang the doorbell before taking a moment to breathe.

The doors opened, followed by a very confused voice saying my name. “What are you–?”

“They just found his body,” I cried.

“Whose body?” Steve asked.

“Will, the kid that’s missing. They found him in the quarry,” I sobbed. Before I could fall to my knees, Steve put his arms around me, guiding me inside his house. I didn’t say any information he didn’t already know, which was what everyone else knew.

He offered me some water and a blanket, but I just shook my head at him, wiping my tears away.

Steve understood and led me upstairs to his room, where we both laid together in his bed as I cried like I used to.

In this moment, I really felt like I had my best friend back, but only time will tell.steve harrington x olovia henderson

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A/N 2: hi, friends! so, reason for the late upload is because my daughter needed to go to the doctors 'cause she was with her aunt, who said that she was having some drainage. turns out, she has strep. so, because of me having to do that, i never edited and uploaded this chapter. but, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

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hi! this is the bunch-a-questions anon. this wont be an ask ask. thank you for answering! it really gives me so much insight about tools and processes, i really enjoy seeing/reading how different artists have different ways in approaching creation of art. it’s all so interesting to me

and oooh i know what you mean about looking at a lot of different artists! it’s inspiration!! i find those things to be amazing too, it’s so cool. it’s like “this spot is inspired by an artist” “this artist draws this like this, so i wanted to try” “i think the way an artist drew this was neat and i wanted to try an implement it” it reminds me of that one post how we, as people, are a mosiac of other people and i believe it to be the same for how artists are too with their art

i feel inspired by the way you draw….. everything!!! it gets me pumped to try and replicate the way you do some things. like the shapes you create, the colors you choose, the way your lineart seems to be so flowy, how dynamic everything feels and how different each drawing you create is from one another (i saw you reblog that meme of like “why shouldnt i draw characters from the waist up and that is SO me, but it’s shoulders up” because drawing full bodies makes mh drawings feel so stiff, i need to practice more!!), the poses of the characters. just.. every aspect of your art is so, so, so nice!!

the way you draw, in all your styles, it’s definitely one of the ones that is such a good scratch to my brain. it gets me all giddy and happy! i’m not sure if i’ll get into jwri, mostly because my attention span will not let me be able sit and focus on listening before i get distracted and miss context on parts, BUT i still go to your blog almost every day just so i can see your art, no matter what it is, no matter who the characters are because it’s always so so good and i love taking it in. (will eat your art if i could, i am so serious)

this was a long one but yeah! i just wanted to let you know how awesome i see your art is! and how i also think youre a cool person, you seem like such a good peep to hang out it! might be weird to say but if you were a blorbo, you would be one of the most blorbiest blorbos to blorbo ever

hope youre having a good day!!

OH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE KIND WORDS THIS IS SOOOOO

your explanation of taking inspiration from other artists was so poetic and beautiful! truly inspiring in itself

its okay if you can't get into jrwi, i get it! i didn't think i would get into it as well and after binging all the episodes i honestly forgot why i even started listening in the first place. remembered recently tho! it was because i was going a little crazy while making the picrew and needed some actual talking in the background instead of just music. so, if you ever decide to give it a try, or listen to something else equally as lengthy, try to busy your hands with something that doesn't require a lot of thinking! it helps me at least! worked both with jrwi and tma. it's like, doing something monotonous (knitting, sorting files, cleaning the house, etc) can be incredibly boring if i sit in silence and let my mind wonder. alternatively, listening to something long or watching a long movie can be incredibly boring as well because i struggle to pay attention to the same thing for two hours. but combining these is really good, because it keeps both my mind and hands busy, but not overwhelmingly so!

and ough ough ough thank you again for such heartwarming message! im so happy to hear that you feel inspired by my art, and i wish you good luck in your own art journey!!!!!!! remember to have fun and listen to yourself and do things that you find interesting and that you enjoy! don't force yourself to draw stuff you don't like! all art is personal and individual, so don't be afraid to make things "you"! you don't have to do clean line, you don't have to do lines at all, you don't have to do coloring or shading, if you don't like it! and if you do like it or are excited to try, you should go for it! don't be afraid to change and grow but don't force yourself into it!

also don't foget to stretch before drawing its very important!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sapphire: A Collaborative Community Save File

For the longest time I've been wanting to make my own save file. However, I’m a terrible builder and honestly I got bored and overwhelmed trying to make one by myself. I’ve realized I need some help. A lot of it. So I figured, why not make this a community project?I want to make a fun community save with the help and talents of as many simmers as possible! However, I also have a few other ambitions.

The majority of the time, when people make custom saves, they aren’t very accessible to a large number of simmers. Specifically, those who don’t have just about every pack in the entire game. Oftentimes, people mix packs when redesigning their saves. As a result, those who aren't as fortunate to have every single pack either cannot download them or have to deal with a bunch of naked or half-naked sims walking around their worlds and partially-empty lots. I want this save to be similar to Emily or Baembee’s saves. As a result, there are some rules for lots and households for this save.

I encourage you all to please submit your amazing creations (I’ll explain below how to do so) so I can compile this save! I’m so excited to look at all your stuff! And everyone whose submissions are included in the save will be credited. I think this can be such a fun project for the community! Even if you’re not interested in submitting, I would appreciate it if you reblogged/reposted it so as many people will participate as possible!

Rules/Important Info:

Upload your lots/households to the gallery with the hashtag #sapphiresave so I can easily find them.

No CC. Unfortunately, in order for this save to be at all possible, CC cannot be included. It just would not be feasible.

As stated previously, similar to Emily and Baembee’s saves, households and lots will be pack-specific. Meaning, Please only use 1 expansion/game pack + base game. For example, if you want your household or lot to be placed in Windenburg, please only use Get Together + base game. The only exception to this rule is hot and cold weather outfits. For those, you may use seasons, base game, + 1 expansion.

No kits or stuff packs. This rule kind of sucks, especially for building, but stuff packs and kits don’t come with respective worlds. So, there really is no place for them in the context of this save.

You may upload as many submissions as you like and of any type. Additionally, if you make a household and build a specific home for that household, please say that in the bio of both so I know to check your profile for the corresponding submission.

You will be credited if your submission is included in the save. I will include your gallery ID at the end of the description of your lot/household (or you can include it yourself. It will not be taken out).

I will not be editing your submissions. They will be placed in the save exactly as you made them. The only thing I may do is add backstories/descriptions to households if you do not include your own. This is just for storytelling purposes to make the world as lively as possible. I also may include a lot trait to lots without any.

Be creative! It is not required, but feel free to include storylines and backstories to your submissions. If you want to upload your sims with skills and careers, feel free to do so! Just keep in mind the pack restrictions.

I’ll be going through the submissions and choosing lots/households live on my Twitch!

Of course, feel free to post your submissions anywhere you want. Tag/@ me if you do (I only have Tumblr and Youtube though)! This is not a requirement, of course (you don’t have to tag me lol, but I’d appreciate it!)

I know there are a lot of rules and I understand if you choose not to participate as a result. However, I greatly appreciate those who accept the challenge! Also, don't forget the base game and vacation worlds! And, of course, I’ll be contributing my own lots and households to the save. Let me know if you have any questions!

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By Your Side

Title and chapter loosely inspired by the song “By Your Side” by Conor Maynard.

Summary: A beach day is just what Aurora needed, especially surrounded by family and friends.

Warnings: None, mostly fluff.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been a bit MIA lately! I’ve been prepping for new upcoming works and writing when I feel inspired. Please enjoy the beach scene chapter!

Also thank you so much for the recent love on “I’ll Be Waiting.” It means the world to me that people love my story and are invested in it like I am! Enjoy the fluff because the next chapters…well let’s just say, it’s not going to be as fluffy after this one…🫣

Thank you Jenn, for doing the text messages! 💖 And shoutout to my best friend, beta reader, and editor @reginleight 💜

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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Lucille → Aurora

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“Wait, so you two almost kissed?!” Lucille shouted, almost spilling her coffee on the couch.

Aurora blushes and nods as she continues eating her donut while her friend gasped in shock.

“Wow, didn’t know Chicken Little had it in him.”

“Lucille,” Aurora groans.

“Sorry. But holy crap. Didn’t know he had it in him.”

Aurora sighs, as she finishes her donut and takes a swig of her tea that she had on the coffee table. She couldn’t stop thinking about it and had wished so badly that Peyton hadn't interrupted them that night.

But was she ready to be with Bradley? She wasn’t sure. She had so much to still work on, the nightmares were slowly getting less and less frequent, but the anxiety still hovered over her.

Lucille was rambling on about how she was going to talk to Peyton about the cockblock until noticing Aurora was tapping her fingers against her bracelet.

“Hey, you alright?”

Aurora shakes out of her thoughts. “Huh?”

“You only play with your bracelet when you’re overthinking shit.” Lucille gestures to the bracelet.

She was worried about her best friend and while maybe they didn’t see each other much, Aurora was still Lucille’s best friend. Despite the distance.

Aurora smiles slightly. “I’m fine. Just work stuff,” she lies through her teeth.

She didn’t want to lie to her best friend, but she would tell her when the time was right. Lucille just nods, and takes a sip of her coffee when they both hear a ping from Aurora’s phone.

Penny → Aurora

“Got a bathing suit?” Aurora asks Lucille to which she received a smirk in return.

“What do you have in mind?”

—

Aurora knew as soon as her mom texted her, that she was up to something. She, Lucille, and CJ arrived at the beach seeing her mom sitting on a table behind the Hard Deck.

What she didn’t expect to see were a bunch of the same pilots she had met about a week ago to be playing what seemed to be dogfight football, something her dad, Uncle Goose, and Uncle Ice came up with during Aurora’s childhood years.

“Helping with balancing sheets?” Aurora looks at her mom, incredulously.

Penny chuckles. “You came, didn't you?”

Sighing, she shakes her head. Aurora soon spots Amelia, Aunt Carole, Aunt Sarah, and Uncle Ice sitting under a big pop up beach canopy they most likely had set up a few ways from the water, but in prime viewing spot of the San Diego view, and the pilots as well.

“So this is what dad meant by a surprise for the naval aviators?”

“Well, apparently he needed them to become a team and bond a bit. So I guess this was his way of getting them out of the cockpit and to have fun,” Penny answers her.

“I’m having fun just watching them,” Lucille muses.

Aurora nudges Lucille, while Penny laughs, agreeing with the entertainment of the game and the view. She notices that Maverick had also dragged Peyton along as well.

Despite the fact that he’s a mechanic, he recognized Peyton as still part of the team and that he got along with mostly everyone on the squadron.

Amelia spots them, waving for her and Lucille to come over.

“Are you going to actually hangout on the beach though?” Aurora asks her mom.

“Yeah, I’m just going to finish this paperwork first. You go on ahead.”

Aurora’s feet soon touch the sand, and she releases CJ from his leash. He happily runs over to Amelia as Amelia chuckles claiming that CJ liked her better.

Aurora and Lucille all say their hellos, while Aurora puts her towel next to Amelia, Lucille doing the same. She soon realizes the person sitting next to her Uncle Ice.

“Hey, Slider! You’re here too!”

“Hey kiddo! Heard about the mission, I had to come see these new pilots. Can’t be better than us Ice, right?” Slider smiles at the man beside him.

Ice just shakes his head and chuckles. He was not ready to get into that.

“What’s up, burger man?” Lucille waves at him. Aurora chuckles as Slider rolls his eyes at the girl.

“That’s not what my callsign means.”

“So what does it mean then?” Lucille wonders.

“Ignore her. Jet lag is getting to her,” Aurora interrupts her best friend.

“Bitch, I drove here.”

“Shush! I’m trying to concentrate,” Amelia shakes her book that she was holding.

“Melia, you’re not even looking at the book,” Carole points out, as neither of the girls were not even listening to her anymore.

Amelia, Aurora, and Lucille all look at the pilots, and wow did Aurora realize how much of a view they were treated to. Everyone was pretty much shirtless, with the exception of the girls. Plus Bob and Uncle Goose.

It seemed that Bradley’s team made a touchdown, so Bradley was doing a little shimmy celebration dance, a move Aurora was not a stranger to. It was a move he pulled often whenever they danced together.

She couldn’t help but to stare shamelessly at her best friend, his abs on full display. She was wondering how he was even so tan since most of his days were spent on an aircraft carrier. Aurora wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was full on ogling at Bradley, not even caring.

Man, was she glad she had her sunglasses on, but it didn’t help that she was turning red from all the thoughts in her head.

“Girl, show him what he’s missing and get over there,” Lucille encourages Aurora, drawing her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, Aurie. He doesn’t even know you’re here yet,” Amelia smirks, knowing Bradley would be ecstatic to see Aurora.

The pilots still had yet to even notice the newcomers, as they were focused on their game. Aurora took that as her sign to make her presence known.

With her Benjamin-Mitchell confidence, she stands up and removes her shirt to reveal her black one piece full coverage bathing suit. It covered her back and half her arm, so her scars weren’t on full display, yet she was able to show off her figure.

Lucille and Amelia wolf whistles as Aurora does this and walks over to the group playing.

The first to spot her was Uncle Goose, who was not shocked to see her there.

“Hey, little star!”

The naval aviators looked at him confused and turned to see what he was looking at. Aurora smiles and waves at her Uncle.

“Damn, is that Artemis?” Fanboy asks.

Bradley instantly spots Aurora and freezes.

Sure, the two of them grew up with each other and Aurora had worn bathing suits around him, but seeing her now was different.

She was grown, and she looked like a goddess to Bradley, he couldn’t help but stare at her and feel some sort of way. Aurora always had that effect on him.

Her dark brown hair with her faded blonde tips was tied up in a ponytail, and she had her sunglasses on covering her eyes, but Bradley knew she already was looking at him.

He smiles and is the first to run up to her a few feet away from the group, hoping to get a bit of time with her before she approaches everyone else.

“Her and Bradshaw?” Payback asks Peyton, as they all watched him run to the girl.

“Not yet, but soon.” Peyton smiles.

“If Rooster ever gets off his little perch,” Jake comes up behind Peyton.

“At least he can talk about his feelings,” Peyton snarks back at him.

He had refused to look Jake in the eyes after what had gone down in Jake’s apartment.

Of course he had his fair share looking at Hangman’s abs, but he refused to give into wanting to jump Jake’s bones and stuck to trying to avoid him.

“Princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming,” Bradley smirks at her.

“Didn’t even know you were here,” Aurora grins back.

“And looks like someone forgot their swimsuit,” she points out, seeing that he was wearing jean shorts. “You should have told me, I could have brought the ones with the little chickens on them.”

She glances at his sweaty chest, and notices not only his dog tags, but also the necklace that she had given to him for Christmas, a plane pendant.

She smiles at it remembering what was engraved on it, as well as the memory of giving it to him before her eyes found their way back to Bradley’s.

“Tsk, you’d love to see me in those, wouldn’t you?” Bradley rasps, while stepping closely to Aurora, and tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

She could practically feel his body heat from where she stood as they were flirting, her heart beating so fast wanting to just reach over and kiss the hell out of him.

“Heads up!” a voice calls out, and a few seconds later, a football hits Bradley’s head.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Bradley cries out as he and Aurora turn to see who threw the football.

Maverick stands with a “sorry, not sorry” look on his face, and Goose hits Maverick on the back of the head for interrupting their moment.

Aurora chuckles at her dad’s antics, her face still a bit red from her interaction with Bradley while he rubs the back of his head.

“C’mon, I want to kick your ass,” Aurora grins as she walks towards the group.

“Oh, you think you can beat me?”

“I’m pretty sure I proved I could when I beat you that one summer.”

“That was one time, and I had a broken wrist!”

“Excuses, excuses, Bradshaw!”

—

The football game definitely proved to help the team actually feel like a team. Soon everyone wasn’t keeping score and just having fun.

Aurora had joined the team that was against Bradley and Peyton and she bonded with Natasha enough to get her to take them down.

Peyton and Jake were still trying to avoid each other as much as they could, but at least they could look each other in the eyes.

Amelia had joined in on the fun by standing next to Hondo and helping call out penalties, she got so into her role she even had a whistle that Hondo gave as an extra he had.

Penny had opened the Hard Deck for the pilots and the rest of the family a few hours before the bar opened to the public so they could enjoy the cool, crisp, air conditioning.

Carole had brought a bunch of sandwiches, where Sarah had made sure to bring snacks and of course, Penny provided the drinks.

All the other pilots were a bit intimidated with having Admiral Kazansky in their presence, but soon got used to it as they saw how he was letting loose, just as Maverick and Goose were.

The jukebox was blasting out tunes of all kinds, creating a fun relaxing atmosphere in the bar for everyone to enjoy.

Aurora was in the corner, playing darts with her Uncle Goose, Jake, and Javy. She was laughing as Javy botched his shot.

“Dude, why’d I even pick you as my partner?” Jake shakes his head.

“Shut up,” Coyote hisses.

“And that’s how you do it!” Aurora smirks, making a bullseye.

“I taught you well, little star,” Goose proudly says.

Lucille happened to somehow get sucked into a heated discussion with Mickey and Bob.

“Okay, but Game of Thrones is so much better than Lord of the Rings!” Mickey proclaims.

“You take that back! Bob, back me up here!” Lucille turns to him.

“Uhh, I haven’t seen all of Game of Thrones–”

“HA!” Lucille smirks

“–Or all of Lord of the Rings.”

“What the hell?!” Both Lucille and Mickey look at Bob, as if he had committed treason.

CJ happily laid next to Carole’s feet, who was sitting on the bar stools with Sarah and Penny. All of them were sitting and talking, while Maverick, Iceman, and Slider sat in the corner of the bar observing the other pilots while drinking beer.

“We weren’t like this when we were their age, right?” Slider ponders. They were watching all the pilots in the bar, seeing them out of the cockpit was definitely a sight to see.

“I think we were so much worse,” Maverick chuckles, as he takes a swig of his beer.

Peyton, Natasha, Reuben, and Bradley were playing pool, but also trying to teach Amelia which wasn’t going so well.

“Amelia, you’re supposed to hit the balls with the stick, not try to stab it with the stick.” Bradley sighs.

“Why not stab, stabbing seems so much better and efficient?”

“I can’t tell if you’re more like your sister with the stabbing comment, or Peyton with that stupid comment,” Payback wonders.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Peyton looks at him offended.

Natasha sighs and mutters how she’s surrounded by too much testosterone.

Aurora and Goose high five, as they won the game of darts against Jake and Javy.

“How the hell did that just happen?”

“Don’t underestimate me, Javy. That’s why I always bring a knife to a gunfight,” Aurora smiles triumphantly.

“You do what now?” Goose looks at her concerned.

Aurora chuckles as Jake and Javy start to bicker about their loss and whose fault it was.

Goose pats her shoulder to head over to the men, while Aurora goes to the pool table to see how the game is going. Amelia sat on the bar stool, with a pout on her face.

“Why the long face, little sis?” Aurora questions her sister.

“They wouldn’t let me play.”

“She tried to stab the balls with the stick,” Peyton calls out as he takes his shot at the pool table.

“It’s much more effective that way to get the balls in the pocket!” Amelia reasons.

“No, it really isn’t,” Bradley comes up and ruffles Amelia’s hair. She hisses and swats his hands away from her. He chuckles before standing in front of Aurora.

“Finished up at darts?”

“Oh yeah, finally put Hangman in his place and pulled one over on him.”

He chuckles, and leans in toward Aurora’s ear.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, before pecking her cheek and heading back to the pool table for his turn.

Aurora immediately turned red, feeling as if her heart was going to burst by how fast it was beating.

Holy crap, that was one of the hottest things she had heard from his mouth.

Lucille comes up with a drink in each hand, going to hand one over to Aurora before seeing her best friend stunned and blushing.

“What’s up with her?”

“Bradley whispered something into her ear and now she’s too stunned to speak,” Amelia responds, taking a drink of her respective non-alcoholic drink.

“Ahh.”

“Shut up, both of you please,” Aurora pleads, as Lucille hands her the drink before taking the seat beside her friend.

Aurora glances at Bradley who was standing behind Peyton taking his shot at the pool table. Noticing her eyes were on him he winks at her, to which she rolls her eyes and sips her drink.

He will be the death of her.

—

The Hard Deck was now lively as it was open to everyone and some of the naval aviators were still there, with the exception of the older ones.

Since it was Penny’s day off from the Hard Deck, she and Maverick went for a motorcycle ride where Sarah and Ice went to drop off Slider at the airport. Goose and Carole decided to head home for the night, as they were still a bit jet lagged from their trip.

Amelia was hanging out with the other pilots while Aurora was sitting outside on one of the tables, getting a bit of air as the Hard Deck was beginning to get a little claustrophobic. CJ sat next to her as she combs her hands through his fur.

“Wondered where you were, surprised you weren’t with Bradshaw in there.”

Aurora turns and sees Jake standing behind her. He held out a water bottle for her to take, which she does. She gestures on the other side of CJ for Jake to sit.

“Yeah, well you know me. I needed air.”

Jake hums, taking a swig from his beer. They both sat in silence before Aurora broke it.

“I’m still a bit mad after that whole shit you pulled you know.”

Jake sighs. “I know, and I’m so sorry, Rory. I even apologized to Rooster before the game today.”

“And I wish that was all I was mad about, Jake. I’m talking about you and Peyton,” Aurora admits and turns to Jake.

Jake puts his hand to his face. “Fuck, I really messed up, didin’t I?”

Aurora brings her arm out to pat Jake’s shoulder in comfort.

“A bit, but that doesn’t mean you can’t fix it.”

“Fix what? I screwed up Ro, he could barely look me in the eye. I don’t even know why he came today when he wasn’t even required to.”

“Don’t you see, Jake? Peyton cares so much about you, and if you could only hear him out, you’d understand that you also feel the same way about him.”

“But what happens if we break up, what happens if the love we feel for each other only leads to hate and destruction?”

Aurora looks at Jake. “Put your pride aside for once and just listen to what I have to say. Don’t keep pushing him away, or using him for sex because it makes you feel good. We don’t have a lot of time in this world. Sometimes love can hurt, but I think it’s better to love than not love at all.”

Jake removes his hand from his face and looks at Aurora.

“You’re not alone anymore, Jake. You have me now. And Coyote and Peyton. Maybe even Rooster and the rest of the squadron. Let us be here for you,” Aurora smiles at him.

There were tears forming in Jake’s eyes before he pulled Aurora into a brotherly hug. She pats him comfortingly on the back letting him hug it out before he releases her. CJ yaps at him, to which Jake gives him a few pets.

“Damn, who knew you had all those words in you, Artemis.”

Aurora chuckles and smiles. “Therapy will do that to you I guess.”

Jake studies her for a bit. “No more nightmares?”

“Not as often, it still lingers. I’m taking it day by day. But now that I’m home, I feel a lot better,” Aurora turns to see her brother, sister, best friend, and Bradley through the glass doors of Hard Deck. Jake was sure she meant home as in Bradley and her family, and not San Diego.

Bradley spots her, waving with a smile, before going back to listening to what Amelia was saying.

“You and Rooster talk yet?”

“Not yet, soon though. When the timing is right.”

—

“Hey, mom! We’re back home!” Amelia hollers inside the house.

“I thought you were staying at Aurora’s and Peyton’s?” Penny's muffled voice was heard.

“She was, but she said she wanted to come home, so we’ve come to drop her off,” Peyton calls out.

“Peyton, Aurora? Why are you both here?”

“Bradley and Lucille took CJ home in the Bronco. Peyton couldn’t drive because he drank quite a bit so I drove Amelia home,” Aurora explains.

“I only drank a little bit.”

“Peyton, you didn’t want to stay in the car because you thought that the neighbors were looking at you funny.”

“They were!” Peyton claims.

“That was their cat on the porch,” Amelia groans.

“Have you had dinner already?” Penny interrupts the conversation, while it sounds like she was fumbling with something upstairs.

“Not yet,” Amelia tells her.

“Grabbing takeout for us tonight, so don’t worry about us mom!” Aurora assures her.

“I’ll make something for us then, Amelia. I’ll be down in a second.” More bumping and shuffling was heard, which worried Aurora quite a bit.

“Does mom seem flustered to you?” Aurora wonders.

Amelia and Peyton shrug as Aurora grabs some water from the fridge. She closes the fridge door, only to see something drop outside from the window from her peripheral vision.

And then soon a person drops outside as well.

The person stands up, and soon Aurora, Amelia, and Peyton are faced to see Maverick staring right into the window, huffing from the fall he had just gone through.

“Am I still drunk, or did dad fall from the sky?”

Aurora elbows Peyton, to which he exaggerates and falls down from the gesture.

Amelia looks at him with a serious look. “Just don’t break her heart again.”

Maverick slightly nods and looks at Aurora and Peyton, who had stood back up.

Peyton gives his dad a thumbs up, still slightly drunk and not understanding what was happening. Aurora just sighs and smiles at him.

“Don’t screw it up this time, dad.”

Maverick nods, before silently and quickly waving goodbye to them and getting on his bike. Aurora lets out a breath and looks at her siblings.

“Damn, I owe Bradley $20.”

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greatstormcat · 4 months

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Can I have some advice from one writer to another? It's okay if not, feel free to ignore

Basically, I'm fairly new to posting my fics and art here on Tumblr and I can't stop myself from feeling a little inadequate sometimes. I've been posting for about four or five months now and my writing posts rarely get more than 20-30 notes, if that. I've had my more popular posts, one of which hit almost 1000 notes, but other than that I don't really see much attention.

I feel bad for thinking like this, since so many people say that I should be writing for myself and not the validation of others, but I really want to share my work with people. I've been writing as a hobby for a while but I started my writing blog because I want people to find joy in my work as much as I do.

But when all of the stuff I post doesn't get much reach, it just feels awful. I keep getting the feeling that my ideas/works aren't that great, because if no one else finds them interesting then why should I?

With all of this said though, I feel so superficial for thinking this way. I want to be happy with my work but none of it feels meaningful the more I post and the more my stuff gets put to the wayside, y'know? A few of my mutuals have hyped me up and it feels good, but then it wears off really fast when even after weeks I barely see any notifications from anyone other than them.

Sorry for the long message, but I just wanted to see if you had any ideas on how to stop myself from starting to dislike my work because no one else really enjoys it, or at least don't show that they enjoy it.

Ahhh I know this thought process very well, and I promise you that everyone else that reads this that’s running a blog of any sort knows it too! We’ve all been in this exact same spot, some more recently than others. My first piece of advice is cling to those mutuals, hype eachother up because those are the people that will look after you. Getting a load of notes from faceless internet denizens isn’t going to sustain you anywhere near as much as you think it is. Getting random/insane asks and comments from people who interact with you is so much more important. (Sending hugs to all my mutuals.)

But, that said, I know you want to get your stuff out there to the people that will enjoy it, and this is hard work. I’ve not been going very long although I’ve been lurking around Tumblr since it was first created. My top tips for you are firstly nag the shit out of people to reblog your stuff. Unfortunately a lot of people are happy to hit like on something but leave it at that, they forget that unless stuff gets reblogged it sits still and dies. Reblogs are the lifeblood of Tumblr!

Secondly don’t be afraid to use a load of tags, just make sure they are appropriate ones. Don't tag spam, you’ll get flamed for that as it is terrible etiquette and will piss people off and get you blocked. Use as many tags for your subject/character as you can get in there and your post will pop up in the following tags section for readers. You can also use the scheduler which looks at when you corner of the site is most active.

Third, interact with other people who like the same stuff and they’ll likely end up looking through your blog and sharing your work. This is the one I struggled with the most because my autism is a nasty huge hairy bastard that stops me behaving like a normal human being in conversations.

Fourth bit of advice, stop comparing yourself to who you consider ‘big blogs’. Behind every screen here is someone writing an idea on their tea break sitting on the toilet. There are no celebrities in fandom, just a bunch of normal people like you and me who happen to enjoy the same thing. Don’t think ‘oh I’ll never be as good as X blog’ because that person is thinking that same though about someone else.

Last piece of advice following on from that, enjoy what you’re doing. It's really obvious when someone is just making ‘content’ because they think they have to keep up posting to be relevant. Only post stuff you have enjoyed writing/drawing and if you need a break, take one.

The biggest thing is to not hang your selfworth on this, it's just a bit of fun and doesn’t reflect you as a human being.

That turned out like a huge motherly talk, and I hope it doesn’t come across as condescending because tone is hard to convey. Feel free to use or ignore as you see fit! If you feel up to it feel free to tag me in something you’ve written or drawn.

#storm cat answers #this is why we need to look for posts with only a few notes and share them not jsut focus on those that have a huge following already #love the little blogs!

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superfluffychickens · 9 months

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Animal death mention TW

It’s been less than two days since poor Daisy died, and I just need to get all my thoughts out. She was such a sweet little thing, when she was a tiny chick she was the friendliest of the bunch, and would just sit on my hand. She grew up to be docile enough that she ended up at the bottom of the pecking order, but I always made sure to make sure she got treats while the other chickens would try to hog them all. Now she’s gone, I just hope she didn’t suffer.

To be honest it really hurts to see the post I made with a picture of her, just like a week ago, still being reblogged, because it just reminds me I’ll never see her again. But there’s not much I can do to stop it, since deleting the post won’t get rid of it from other blogs. That happens with photos of some of my other birds who have passed away, it makes me so sad.

But the other birds still need me, and I’ve got to keep going for their sake. What I think happened was, a part of the fence was sagging and some of the stakes were loose. A few of the pullets jumped over the fence, I don’t know how long they were out by themselves. Then something came and snatched Daisy away. I ran out to find Cricket and Stella outside the fence. I looked all over to make sure Daisy hadn’t gotten away and hidden somewhere, but the trail of feathers stopped. I won’t be letting them out without supervision anymore, that’s for sure.

My parents and I are working on getting either a covered run or an electric fence - I’d prefer a covered run of some sort since clearly the pullets are able to clear the 4ft fence I have now, so they might be able to jump an electric fence too. I actually got a painting commission from my aunt, which should help pay for some of that. Also, I’m thinking of rehoming Jack’s flock once they’re done molting. I feel bad that they can’t go out and are stuck in their little run, but they don’t get along with any of the birds in Zeke’s flock. And they’re all afraid of me. But it’s a decision I’ll need to think on for a while, I’m not in a great mental state after all. But in the future, I only want to have one flock.

Also, I’ve been trying to communicate better with my parents in regards to my needs. My autism diagnosis puts a lot of stuff into perspective, and I feel a bit more comfortable asking for help and admitting I can’t do something alone. I think I need more help in my life, like help maintaining my house and keeping it clean, keeping up with chores and appointments and stuff, etc. I guess it’s just different now that I know why I struggle with these things. I applied for SSI/disability, but it’ll be a long time before that’s processed.

For the meantime, life goes on whether you want it to or not. The rest of the youngsters are quickly maturing, now it seems most of the rest of them will start laying soon. Someone laid an egg with a paper-thin shell today and it broke, it was probably due to the stress of seeing Daisy get taken. They still need looking after so I keep going on. I’m gonna start the painting - which is of chickens - that my aunt commissioned from me today, painting is a great way to get feelings out.

#tw animal death #tw animal death mention

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dappledpaintbrush · 3 months

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wow, looks like you can do an essay about Dimentio.

What do you think of the other characters?

For me in "short"

Tippi: The protagonist of the story and got her happy ending, I came to miss her presence after the end.

Count Bleck: Definitely one of Mario's best written villains. I cry.

Nastasia: I was in her place, I empathized a lot with her and sometimes I wish she would return in other stories.

O'chunks: I was surprised by her story, I didn't expect that background, for me he is a himbo in a good way. A good guy.

Mimi: I can't say the same with Mimi, a little disappointed, but at least there are headcanons.

Mr. L: Definitely wasted potential, I would have liked to see more with the other minions. It's weird if I got a penny for every time Luigi is hypnotized into being an enemy I'd have two cents, which isn't much but it's weird that it happens twice.

Dimentio: It's thanks to him that I have an obsession with Jesters, he managed to do what Bowser couldn't with just a snap of his fingers. Terrifying, I hope one day we see it again.

OMG YAYAYAYAYAY IVE BEEN WANTING THIS ASK

Okay so. I’ll try not to make this unbearably long. But this game is my special interest so. I apologize in advance. (I turned off reblogs bc reblogging asks removes the read more) (and it’s gonna clog people’s feed) (this IS unbearably long) (I Failed)

Tippi:

Omg I miss Tippi too :( it feels so weird playing the game without her.

Tippi is so . so interesting. All of the characters are interesting, but I especially love the way she’s written. I love how they were able to nail that she’s gentle and caring, but also firm and not about to put up with anybody’s bullshit. To me, that’s hard to write without it feeling disengenuine, and they pulled it off with Tippi VERY well. A particular line of hers I really like is, “Perhaps...my life would have been more carefree without you, that is true,” in response to Blumiere’s, “But I have caused you so much suffering..." She didn’t immediately console him. She told him the truth, as harsh as it was. Idk, that scene had just always stuck out to me. It’s not a line I expected to be written.

I wish her unexplained teleportation powers were. Explained. But that doesn’t really mess up her character so it’s okay. However. I hate how she developed a crush on Mario. I’ve always hated it. I like to pretend it’s not real LMAO. But then again, it can be interpreted in a deeper way- that she didn’t actually have a crush on Mario and she was merely projecting onto him. Her memory was flooding back to her and she was in a very vulnerable situation after all. Projecting those feelings for an, at the time, unknown individual onto Mario makes sense.

I love Tippi dude she rocks she’s my favorite forever and ever and ever

Count Bleck:

where do I even begin on Count Bleck good lord. One of Nintendo’s best villains even outside of the Mario franchise. God he’s so fucking good.

I wish it was more clear whether or not he was planning on erasing Team Bleck from existence as well. Whether or not he was going to do that that impacts his character HEAVILY. Him wanting all worlds to end but sparing the people who cared about him really helps his “redemption” and helps us have more sympathy for him. Unfortunately it’s not directly touched on outside of that one thing Dimentio said, but. It’s Dimentio LMFAOOO we can’t trust him. I personally lean more towards Bleck was going to betray the team just given the evidence about it. I yapped a lot about my reasoning IN A POST I CANT FIND. It had a bunch of screenshots and stuff and I can’t. Fucking. Find it. Oh well I guess that’s just GONE ❤️

Despite this I feel like it’s important to address Bleck with nuance. I don’t think he intentionally planned on betraying his team. I think he genuinely loved them. But he was so caught up in the Dark Prognosticus and the Void and Timpani and ultimately BEING this Count Bleck character the book spoke of that he felt like there was no way out of it anymore. This is supported by the fact he tried to fight Mario in the final battle despite knowing Timpani was still alive. It’s clear Blumiere had completely lost himself, as if he forgot why he was doing this in the first place and let Count Bleck take over (note: I mean this in a symbolic/psychological sense; I don’t believe the book was controlling him). It’s only when he’s on his death bed that he realizes he does not have to do this.

I put redemption in quotation marks because. I don’t think he was redeemed. Granted he didn’t have enough time to do anything, but to be honest, I don’t think he or any other member of Team Bleck is redeemable (before anybody comes at me with the lament au/ajl, THE POINT IS THAT DIMENTIO IS NOT REDEEMABLE NO MATTER HOW HARD HE TRIES!! YOU CANNOT REDEEM THE EXTERMINATION OF LIFE ITSELF!!!)

Also he’s a goofy guy. He’s just a dad

Thoughts thoughts THOUGHTS THOUGHTS THOUGHTS

Nastasia:

NASTASIA COME BACK TO ME. God I wish they kept her emo hair strand.

Her character is so. so sad (I feel like I’ve said that sentence forty seven times, this game is MISERABLE). I love her so much. I love her confidence, I love how she doesn’t take bullshit from anyone, I love how much she loves. It makes me so fucking sad how depressed she remains long after Blumiere’s sacrifice. Like, we don’t know how much time passed between the ending of the game and Mario returning (when you boot up the save file again, Merlon states that it has been a while since he’s seen Mario). It explains why Mimi and O’Chunks seem fine (I’m sure they’re not fine, but I mean it explains why they were able to have a “normal” conversation with Mario and co.), but Nastasia is still so heartbroken.

Of course that is to be expected, and I’m glad Nintendo didn’t make everything all sunshine and rainbows ooo we’re all happy now etc, even IF a long time has passed. It makes total sense that there are repercussions to experiencing a traumatic event and Nastasia portrays it well (for a Mario game). In her epilogue dialogue, her hope for better days is shallow. It’s fake. She shows how she truly feels and immediately backtracks (“I guess I should be happy... I mean, I am, but, um...”). She still wants to put on that confident and secure exterior, but it’s not working. She will always love Blumiere, and she will always miss him. I hope she finds happiness one day, too. She deserves to live her own life.

O’Chunks:

O’CHUNKS IS SO UNDERRATED. FUCK

I know I’m contributing to this I barely post about him but lord he’s so interesting. I know the Japanese and English translation tell different versions of his backstory, but I really like the English version where Blumiere manipulated him in his extremely depressed state to join him. It gives more layers to Blumiere’s character- the lengths he was willing to go to get this job done, lengths that he would have never gone to before losing Timpani (and himself).

O’Chunks has one of the most unforgiving backstories in the whole games and it’s rarely talked about. He was a fucking COMMANDER OF AN ARMY and the whole game he’s just played off as some dumb brute/comic relief. I actually believe he suffered some kind of brain damage from that final battle, explaining his eyes, his struggle to speak properly, and his overall behavior. Also, the fact one of his most trusted advisors betrayed him mirrors his relationship with Dimentio. JUST. GOD . RIPS HAIR OUT. I wouldn’t blame him if he never trusted anybody again after the events of the game. But he clearly has a heart of gold beneath that rough exterior, so I doubt that mindset would come to pass

Also I know it’s not this deep like at All but . Regarding O’Chunks and his backstory, the last war fought in Scotland was the Battle of Culloden in 1746. The Scots lost that battle too, so it fits O’Chunks backstory. It’s funny to imagine he’s hundreds of years old and he just Stopped Aging once he joined the “Mario Dimension” for lack of a better term LMAO. Side note, I also believe Blumiere lost Timpani centuries ago- especially considering the Ancients are extinct by the time the game takes place (although I’ve heard it’s possible Blumiere murdered the entire Tribe of Darkness? but that’s ambiguous) (and my feelings on it would be another yapping session so I’ll shut up for now). It just took THAT long to get the criteria for the Void met. So it’s interesting to think of the concept that O’Chunks and Blumiere have known each other for THAT long. Probably why he sent O’Chunks out to fight the heroes first. He trusted him the most. But then again, I know the game did not intend for O’Chunks to be born in the 1700s lol. Like I said it’s just interesting for me :3

Mimi:

MIMIMIMIMIMIMIMIMIMI!!!! MY GIRL!!!!

I agree with you- her backstory is disappointing compared to characters like O’Chunks and Dimentio. But at the same time I enjoy the unknown. After all, she is the embodiment of mystery. Her whole shtick is mimicking. You never know if a character is truly themselves or it’s a copy (I mean, you do- her mannerisms are obvious- but still lmao)- hell, even SHE canonically loses herself sometimes in her mimics. But even then, I wish we knew more about her. AND I WISH THE CONCEPT OF HER BEING A FAILED PIXL WAS TALKED ABOUT MORE? WHAT??????? HELLO????? REMINDERRRR that you can’t just go about making Pixls. That was a practice for the Ancients, and the ONLY reason Merlon could do it is because he is a descendant of the Ancients with a shit ton of their books. How old is Mimi? How much has she seen? If she’s centuries or even thousands of years old- depending on how long ago you think the Ancients died out- what was she doing this whole time??? LIKE HELLO!!! MIMI!! SPEAK TO ME!!!!

I love love LOVE LOVE LOVE how she can be used as a parallel to the Pixl Queen in regards to Dimentio. Dimentio and Mimi have a sibling dynamic to me, and the story potential considering Dimentio’s biological sister got turned into a Pixl and. Yk. Mimi could possibly be a failed Pixl. Is INSANE and I WISH it was used more because holy shit it has so much potential.

I like to believe the Pixl Creator (aka Dimentio’s father imo) created Mimi even if there’s no evidence JUST LET ME HAVE THIS but I also made a post maybe a year ago that theorized Francis’ ancestors created Mimi. I don’t think it’s really recognized that Francis CREATED A PIXL WITHOUT MAGIC. Yk that spell that requires the magic of the Dark Prognosticus? Yeah just forget that shit I said earlier about Non-Ancients not being able to just go out and make a Pixl, because apparently this fuckass Redditor did it. Anyways. Tipton is a robot. Mimi is a robot. I rest my case (loud applause) (people throw roses at me)

I already made posts about Mr. L and Dimentio, so I won’t ramble anymore here :3 But in regards to what you said YEAH . Mr. L could’ve been so much more it’s genuinely painful. And Dimentio is fucking terrifying. I honestly like to believe he did genuinely nuke the protagonists and the game only said he merely teleported them because saying “Mario’s dead like for real” is probably something Nintendo didn’t want to put in their game. I mean come on- he used the explosion attack that causes actual damage in battle. They died LMOAOOAOA. I hope we see both of them again. I was hoping so BADLY for even a glimmer of Mr. L in the Mario movie-like a mask/bandana hanging out of a drawer cameo or something. BUT ITS OKAY GUYS 😁😁😁😁😁😁 (visibly shaking) (teeth chattering) (is missing patches of hair on my head) (rocking back and forth)

#spm #super paper mario

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