#I just fucking love dogs man
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big fan of the gorgeous beautiful man covered in blood and sweat
#FUCK i NEED to EAT THIS GUY#laios laios laios...#laios touden#laios dungeon meshi#laios dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi spoilers#delicious in dungeon spoilers#GET IN MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW#woah#doo you think he la#laiosssss.....save me laios.... save mee.......#ough bnuguhjh#oh my GOD#hes actually; really beautiful#but i aint gay dont dont go around saying im gay alright#hey babe love when ur experiencing the horrors btw its a great look on you#nned to like sink my teeth into the top of his head or his whole cheek and thrash my head back in forth#im not gay#next post may be him being whimper dog man thing hes so buddy#or when he looks determined or when he looks like a cutie pie#me when the character has a range of emotions and expressions#just wow hes so versatile#but hes so pretty like genuinely i love his face#good face of his right there cant wait to sink my teeth into it#laios#laiosss.
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pre-marination doobles. dont ask me questions
#pikmin 4#captain olimar#captain shepherd#moss (pikmin)#oatchi#I Dont Know what player character Im drawing lmao. probably not pom. maybe pom?#I just think itd be funny to have that guy in the rescue corps who literally nobody knows anything about. oh that? yeah the rookie#just picked em up last training session. they do anything we like em#but due to not having an actual head drawn inside it Ive been drawing their helmet slightly too small fskjdfhjd#but I think I should lean into it. our new guy's a little bit fucked up but we love them. no you cant have them#also akira slide for fun. olimar deserves it#Im sorry that u dont have time power that turns u into an absolute dandori beast old man. u can have this. I give u this#okay. now I go marinate meat. and then sleep#have a good night lads. dog can have a stick if they want to
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btw i love revenge stories i dont think anyone should ever move on peacefully. a bit obsessed with the way weissman went to the synagogue and rabbi and asks, "my choices killed a child. would god take mercy on someone like me?" and the rabbi says "it's not god's mercy you should look for. its the child's" and like you think that would spur this man into charitable activities and to maybe look out for orphans but instead he goes on a 24 hour revenge bender that ultimately ends in two revenge killings and his own death. what's better than righteous anger and wrath and love twisting someone into the worst but also a truer version of themselves <3
#like im not even reaching here. (sort of am. whatever)#rabbi goldstein essentially goes 'think of esther. you need to be a man she would take mercy on. be someone she can forgive'#and it takes all of 10 minutes for karl weissman to decide yeah ok what i need is double homicide#do i think esther would have wanted revenge in her name. dunno. maybe.#she is 11 and very much the victim of this story. maybe she would have wanted karl to just live. kids are cruel and kind in that way#but to be fair this is esther 'fuck with me and you'll hang like a dog' jankovsky#so im willing to believe she was rooting for him#also the immediate choice to make elias suffer by shooting his leg (? maybe arm) before actually killing him#i dont know. the deliberate cruelty right after he visits the synagogue. an act of defiance. giving himself up after its done. it gets me#i love . I LOVE REVENGE :) GREATEST PLOT POINT EVER!!!!!!!!#sorry everyone about the bodies thoughts. i have no idea how long this is going to last#bodies netflix#karl weissman
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We haven’t touched on Cowboy!Ghost’s, well, ghosts before, and I literally couldn’t get this out of my head last night. I’m going to treat this like actual fic, I feel so fancy...
Warnings:
Hurt/Comfort, Graphic depictions of animal death, PTSD, Ghost going through it
Pairing:
Ghost x OC (Goose) [can be read as x reader]
Summary:
Early days of Ghost and Goose’s relationship. Ghost has always prided himself on his ability to handle any situation, no matter how bleak. So why does he find himself so ill equipped to handle something as small as a couple chickens death?
A coyote got into the henhouse last night.
You can hear its yips and snarls, the aggressive barks of your cattle dog as it darts at the chicken wire, the starling lack of clucking. You whistle for the dog, and it races to go check on the other animals. The last thing you need is for the coyote to get into it with Mav when you pull its sorry ass from the chicken pen. You yawn, trying to hold onto the hope that at least some of your ladies got somewhere safe before the carnage started. You’ll stop by the tractor supply later and grab some chicks to bolster your flock again.
You stop. Watching Ghost stand frozen in front of the pen, shoulders tight, barely breathing. His eyes a million miles away.
The pen is littered with half shredded chickens. Feather and muscle strewn about. The wild frenzy of a half starved predator laid out in front of you. The loose organs and scent of death turns your stomach, you can’t imagine what it does to a fresh soldier. Ghost’s finger twitches, beating a rapid tattoo against his thigh, his gun is still neatly holstered. You suppose that’s for the best, or maybe a signal of the worst.
You think about your first fourth of July after your Daddy’s second tour. The way he’d disappeared into the house like a ghost. The way your momma handed you off to your granny and followed after him. How your granny had told you: sometimes you see something so bad it never leaves you.
"Go wait in the house," you tell him as soft as you can, pulling at his arm to try and pull his attention. Ghost nods mutely, eyes still glued to the blood soaked earth and torn limp bodies. "Go on," you press a little more firmly, you lead him away from the henhouse, out of sight of it, "I'll be in shortly."
Ghost follows your direction, ears ringing, head stuffed with cotton. Everything feels far away and yet so brightly present. He can smell gunpowder and burnt flesh, can feel the wet warmth of blood on his clothes where he knows there isn't any. Can hear the shouting. He pushes the front door to the house open and holds the brass handle tight in his fingers for a long moment, just standing, waiting. As if he'll hear the pang of gunfire over the infinitely patient silence.
He goes to the kitchen and puts the kettle on. Stares at the black iron as it sits on the burner and waits for the yip of the coyote, the last gunshot. It doesn’t come. You take his hand in the silence and turn the burner off. Lead him to the table and sit him heavily in one of the wooden chairs. Ghost keeps his eyes forward, his shoulders rigid. He waits. He doesn't know what he's waiting for. For the memories to stop.
His hat is removed, set carefully on the table. A warm cloth touches his face, wiping gently at the crease in his forehead, at the stern set of his brow. Your fingers reach for the edge of his mask and he grabs your wrist, eyes finally darting to yours in a panic. He can't. It's too much, too hard. He can't.
Somehow you seem to understand, fingers sliding instead to cup his jaw, to rub your thumb against his cheek over the soft cotton. The washcloth wipes his brow again, still warm and soothing.
"You're safe," you murmur, "Safe and sound right here with me. And Daddy.” You tack Price on, as if you might not be enough to convince him. As if it isn’t your touch that’s bringing him back, your eyes that hold his with such kind patience it makes his heart hurt. “We won't let anything hurt you."
Ghost doesn’t say anything, can’t make his lips move or conjure a thought as to what he might say. If there is anything to say. Is there anything to say?
You tip his head forward, press the lightly damp cloth against the back of his neck. He lets his hand drop from your wrist as you move your hand from his cheek to scratch your fingers through his hair. Gentle, calming touches. Never asking more from him than his comfort.
He settles his hands on your hips, and for a moment he can pretend you’re his.
#Cowboy!Ghost#oc: Goose#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x oc#simon riley x you#x reader#tw animal death#tw ptsd#your honor I love this man so much#I'm obsessed with their relationship#the wordless understanding between them#the fact that Goose can read him so well even when they're little more than coworkers#the absolute trust between them#like damn Price just let them fucking date#also before anyone asks yes the dog is names Maverick#Price thinks it's funny#working on my big fic and outlining Ghost's episodes is fun
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My feelings towards ao3 this morning.
#baldurs gate 3#astarion#bg3 astarion#like-i get it. but-#please. please for the love of god. just fluff or non-sexual fics.#for five seconds.#please.#I can only handle so much corn. especially when it's almost all geared just towards women.#this is all /lh i dont actually care all that much- but there comes a point where theres too much and all a man wants to do#is hold another man close. or go on perfume dates or pottery lessons with another man.#small things to help healing or gentle things or silly playful things.#hell- even taking care of all the spawn with Astarion in the bad ending-#why are all the bad ending fics ive seen corn btw? I've seen like- zero non-corn ones.#i get it. I get the vibe. but like- also. consider. like- maybe I wanna read angst with. with no corn?? please?#I've got 4 unposted fluffy fics im working on. One being hurt-comfort with some extra hurt#which i had to stop writing for a bit today because it was hurting a bit TOO much.#but yea. a little less corn for Astarion? for those who aren't horndogs? please? or just don't wanna fuck him because they#dont wanna hurt him more- (im not at the point in game where he's comfy with sex again yet-)#BESIDES GALE IN THE WAVEMOTHER ROBES IS RIGHT THERE PEOPLE-#LIKE COME ON. IF YOU'RE GONNA SEXUALISE A MAN HE'S RIGHT THERE WITH HIS PUPPY DOG EYES AN HAIRY CHEST.#There needs to be more sexualisation of Gale. NO I don't take no for an answer (Astarion is still my favourite though-)
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Why is the anime so weird, it's not even the same series dude?? It's like,
Anime:
GOKU: I have a great idea to bring peace to the universe, and my leadership and compassion alone will unite us all. I have No Flaws and am A True Relatable Everyman :)
VEGETA: NO! I AM THE BEST AND I WILL CAUSE PROBLEMS UNTIL I AM RECOGNIZED AS SUCH!!!!
Manga:
GOKU: Vegeta what's cornmeal made of? I know it's what the corn eats, but what's it made of?
VEGETA: Hey Kakarot let's play the quiet game until one of us dies.
#silly hours#I do not understand this writing it's so bad aklsdlkasjd#Toei wants Goku to be Clark Kent SO bad and he SO isn't lmao#they're so good and dumb and rounded and complex in the manga what is the anime so afraid of#Toriyama said 'no no this man is a detached faux-immortal who has a dear pure heart but he's childlike and selfish even though he's kind'#and toei went 'got it goku's never done anything wrong ever in his life'#toriyama said 'Vegeta's gone through a lot and he's finally settling into his more mature leadership role with the confidence he's earned'#and toei said 'got it vegeta has the confidence of a high school bully except now he can interact with his family as a comedy bit'#girl hWHAT#Toei trying to group Goku and Vegeta as two people who would rather train than be with their families and Toriyama said NO Vegeta wants#to be HOME this is the first time in years that he's HAD ONE and it makes him HAPPY to be with his wife and children!!#Vegeta trains so that he can protect the things he doesn't want to lose again and Goku trains because it's the thing that makes him happies#They are NOT the same lmao And yeah Vegeta still wants to beat Goku but he also knows that Gohan could dogwalk both of them if he wanted#He also knows Trunks and Goten are going to surpass them it's not about being the best anymore he's past that he just wants to Not Need Gok#He just doesn't want to have to rely on Goku to save the day he wants to be Enough on his own he just wants to know he can be#because every time it's mattered he WASN'T and people he loved were lost to his inability to protect them and he carries that#Like Whis diagnosed him with anxiety and cptsd out in the open and Beerus said he was self-centered for feeling guilt#+ he lowkey enjoys the rivalry it keeps him goal-oriented so he can't get complacent and lazy which is what triggered his Buu Saga breakdow#realized how Fucked Up it was that having a home and loving family made him feel like he was failing and went 'wait no I won actually??'#now he's chill as fuck in the manga. cool confident leader.#and sometimes he is childish and dumb with Goku as a treat#you know what rocks about his rivalry with Goku in Super though is that it's Playful. Vegeta is learning how to Play.#You ever seen a shelter dog get introduced to a really playful dog and it takes a minute for the shelter dog to understand it's safe here#And then they're both running around the backyard playing hot potato with one braincell?? That's Goku and Vegeta's relationship#and the way the anime sleeps on that dynamic is so fucking criminal especially when it's literally canon it's in print it's out there#you had the playbook how'd you fumble it this bad#anyway that's my 25+ year blorbo thoughts I love Geets a lot okay#And I love Goku in the manga a lot I'd forgotten that he's actually a great character when Toei's not fucking up his whole vibe
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‘We need more morally gray women’ you can’t even handle Ceroba from Undertale Yellow
#undertale#undertale yellow spoilers#undertale yellow#uty#you see when I was playing I saw the cutscene with kanaka and understood she was at her absolute low#and that she’s NOT. a bad person#(bad people isn’t someone I believe in anyway but you get my point )#she’s grief stricken#and mentally unwell#also the fact we demonize her and not chujin??#hello??#nether of them are evil#but still#but I just a saw a playthrough with the most dogs hit take#dogshit take#that ‘I’ll mercy her because she doesn’t deserve death she’s too evil’#fuck that!!#and I just KNOW if she was a man who had lost his wife and daughter that way she would NOT get that much hate (and she would be more popular#but I’m not picking that fight)#anyway yeah I love morally gray women#and y’all are the same people who couldn’t handle the Steven universe women#and also Alphys#she has so many haters but she’s genuinely one of the most interesting in teh game#fandom misogyny#I love fandom but my god I just KNOW half of my favourite women would not get this hate if they were a man
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Bastian and Volo - The Antichrist and his Hound
There once was a boy who served in a castle. The noble family who lived there paid him no mind.
One day, like a blow through the heart, that boy saw God.
Something bright. Something terrible. Something holy, greater than every blazing star: Bastian, second issue of the Duke of Burgundy, seething and ambitious and wrathful.
Souls depart the body through the eyes; the boy never looked away.
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Bastian was eighteen when he noticed Volo: the young son of a stablehand who had taught himself to read, to carry, to serve. Desperately ready to file himself into a cold and razored sword for Bastian's hand, if only that hand would close like a collar around his neck.
And so, in time, Bastian seized him.
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It is your turn to see them now, years on, as the storm gathers.
Ecce homo: A Conqueror on a pale horse, his banners flying behind him, with a hunger for heaven on his lips and a burning crown on his head. But that which truly bears his glory runs at his heel.
Ecce canis: A chaste and brutal Galahad, rimed with frost, leading the legions of his Lord to any end, any dictate, as long as he is granted the final honor of slitting his own throat on Bastian's altar.
They are linked by a silver chain. God to slave, king to knight, love to worship. Even death cannot break it.
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There once was a dog who served his master. The dragon who holds his leash will never let it go.
#*KICKS OVER A CHAIR*#your honor they belong together (derogatory)#Bastian and Volo are the stuff of nightmares - the stuff of biblical prophecy and the utmost horror#and they are fully and completely obsessed with one another#it was a long road for Bastian to realize what he had in Volo but once he did he was uh -- radicalized shall we say#he fucking loves Volo - he loves his dog! - his dog just happens to be a perfect and chilly and upright twenty two year old man#and to be called a good dog by Bastian is to Volo like being called by name was to Christ's disciples#there is no task Volo will not fulfill - no act he will ever find degrading - nothing he will ever EVER hold back from his Lord#and Bastian knows that and loves that and loves him and takes and takes and takes and takes#Volo is the hilt of his great and terrible sword and Bastian knows no power like resting a hand on that hilt - at the nape of Volo's neck#they are so feral I am breathing into a paper bag about it every second#heretic
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dc holiday special (2017)
*puts on my scholar glasses* is the cookie tiny or are his hands gigantic?
#tiny cookie is tragic but funny but big hands can go from hot to dangerous if you ask to get fingered.#god forbid a misunderstanding in being fisted.... (his strap is still in the mail but hes eager to service top while waiting)#one of my favorite miscellaneous details of clark is he has a strong sweet tooth#like he loves cookies and doughnuts. he has chocolates on his desk. in action comics 434 his downfall was literally eating a mystery box#of chocolates and in the next issue he buys girl scout chocolates while depressed and thinking he has to exile himself#its not a very jarring or overdone theme (thank god) but its so funny when you notice it#same with lois just fucking loving a hot dog in two separate comics#anyways. big man or tiny cookie?#also link is to a post where i transcribed the entire little comic btw.... it's a cute one ......#c: dc holiday special (2017)#crypt's panels#clark kent
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Idk if this is a hot take but why is it always “Kai slaved away and worked his ass off to raise his sister” and never the other way round or them working hard together?
Like, I know he’s older but in the show, does he really… act older? Like if you think about Kai and Nya’s dynamic yknow? Because from my understanding:
When Kai and Nya are introduced we see Kai fail at making a sword and Nya being the one to chide him for it. Kai makes an overconfident statement about wanting to be a better blacksmith than his father. This suggests that one, Kai is rather rash as well as inexperienced (something that lines up with the rest of his character arc in the pots and also generally), with Nya being the more mature figure in contrast
Also just a note but in the shorts: “I can handle it!” “No you can’t, stupid”
Kai frequently being very good at neglecting people or things: leaving Lloyd at an arcade whilst being focused on finding samurai x, not even knowing samurai x was Nya or that she only did it because she felt left out by him, completely abandoning both Nya and Lloyd in s3 (and Ik he was going through it at the time, but in line with the fandom’s characterisation of him)
Kai in season 5: “After I lost my dad, I lost my way. But I was lucky to have my sister watch over me”
Generally, their dynamic isn’t one where Kai really provides for Nya at all. In fact, judging by the fact that Nya can make entire mechs and Kai struggled to make a sword, Nya was probably busting her ass to provide for Kai. And judging by the s5 quote, that’s probably true. I’m not saying Nya raised Kai, it just rubs me the wrong way when she’s treated like a decorative flourish to a narrative that paints Kai as a burnt out child who was forced to grow up too soon especially since that is such a mischaracterisation of him in the first place.
#all I’m saying is that it’s weird we undersell all of the sister’s capabilities just so we can present the brother as tormented and burdened#ignoring the fact that he spent all his days in the gap between the pilots and s1 playing video games#like I’m sorry kai is a pathetic baby girl in the show and I LOVE HIM THE WAY HE IS#okay yeah I snapped a little#I’m just tired of everyone mischaracterising him yknow#like I’m sorry bestie he’s not that capable he’s a loser man and I am ready to love loser men#i just think that it’s an incredibly stereotypical dynamic to have one male character who everyone completely#over exaggerates their struggles to the point of making it seem that everyone else in the story either doesn’t suffer or is an asshole for#not noticing the suffering of this one hot guy#this happens in many fandoms and I think this is what’s happening here#hhhhh#I’m sorry if Kai is ur favourite and this opinion upsets you I don’t mean to be bitch#I’m just really not into this interpretation of him#again this isn’t a dog at his character I just thing people don’t get him a lot of the time#and you know what Nya is also super undersold as a character#like where’s the fucking Nya Lloyd sibling content?#she mentored Lloyd too? she taught him how to ride dragons she stayed with him on the bounty she and Lloyd only had eachother in s9#what about them??#Kai gets too woobified and Nya doesn’t get woobified enough that’s my opinion#alright I’m done sorry#Ninjago#rant#ig this is a#ninjago analysis#i won’t tag characters cuz I don’t want to make anyone upset#and again I’m sorry if I do
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thinking about theon greyjoy dog motif…….. “you gave me away your last boy like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore”…..ramsay treating him like a dog training him like a dog branding him like a dog making him literally sleep in the kennels with his other dogs…….yara saying im sick of watching you cower like a beat dog when babygirl that’s what he IS. spent his whole life traded like a dog kept like a dog treated like a dog and is trying so so hard to relearn how to be a real person. nothing meaningful to add i am simply Thinking and being sad about it
#i love theon-posting on company time#theon greyjoy#got#smth about spending 10 yrs in a gilded cage waiting to be killed by your captors#and then when you get a chance at freedom you fuck it up and get caught and put in a WORSE cage. no longer gilded. treated like an animal#you just wanna be a good dog a loyal dog. and then suddenly you have to be a Person again and you want to be a good man but you dk how#m
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AO3 Update
I want ya'll to bear in mind that I'm old. But I think I successfully posted something to AO3? Right now I have it set to registered users who can view/comment. I don't want the AI smoke LOL.
Foolish (3496 words) by MegamindsSecretLair
This is just the AO3 link to my latest fic for Daniel Kaluuya. Let me know if it works for ya'll!
#megaminds updates#mama I did it#AO3 writer now#AO3#Old dog learned some new tricks#side note#hes so fucking fine omg#Look at that man right dere#I just wanna hop on his dick#One time for the one time#Chuz ik he nasty#mhmmm#dont mind me yall#Im loopy#i love an unhinged Black man#Daniel Kaluuya
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steve’s pov here :)
prey.
lots of prey.
that’s what eddie knew.
he watched them enter his land through that… thing. that hole in the ground that let off a high pitched sound and kept him in line. it scared him and his brethren. none of them could go near it. it hurts if you do. they’ve all learnt the hard way, whilst trying to escape. it burns your body to touch and turns your brain dizzy.
but the prey passed through it without an issue.
eddie watched from the top of the tree he was perched in, crowded around by his resting family, his cousins and friends. he watched the prey make their way through his world, listened as his master told him to kill.
eddie attacked when they least expected it.
he swooped down and swiped at one of their necks with his claw. he would have gotten it, if that one with curly hair didn’t scream his name.
it sent eddie flying back- he recognised it, the voice. the face.
it wasn’t prey.
it was a friend.
eddie flew away. too scared of what would happen if he stayed.
he couldn’t stay.
his master was mad. beyond mad at him.
he threatened to kill eddie if he didn’t complete his task. he’d send his brethren on the prey and himself.
eddie didn’t want that. he wanted the prey to live, he thought. well… the curly haired one. he didn’t know about the rest. but if not for that curly haired one, eddie might let master carry out that promise. he didn’t like this world. it was cold and dark and he felt dirty and he only remembered pain.
he flew back to his home, to his nest in a place he felt most safe. a safe place that was still standing. his old home, the one with who he thinks is his father from the other world, now destroyed to the hole that was too big and too loud and hurt too much if he flew near it.
his home in the drama room at school. he’d dragged mattresses and pillows and blankets back into the changing room and built himself a nest, collected all his favourite things.
he had a pile for his father, flannelette shirts all piled up on a bunch of random mugs. he had his sweetheart there too. he’d been collecting dice from everywhere he could find them, all different shapes and colours, they were scattered around his nest, and he played with them when he got bored and couldn’t sleep. he had a picture frame shoved there somewhere with a photo of his mother, a flower pressed under the glass that was her namesake. it was the only name eddie could remember; petunia. and he had the mangled old teddy bear she gave him as a baby that he curled up with every night.
but he had his most favourite pile there too, at the place where he lay his head every night. in the pile was a green and white jacket with a name eddie couldn’t read written across the back. there were shirts and two jumpers, a red and a yellow one. he had three odd socks and one pair, and some underwear, and a singular sneaker. he’d taken them all from a large house on the nice looking side of this world, from a room he didn’t like very much, but he remembered the boy that owned all those things was very special to him.
he couldn’t remember his name or his face though, and eddie cried about it every night.
he pottered around his nest, moving his things about and settling down in it. he hurried out and to the other side of his home where he had a pile of things he’d collected that took up too much space in the nest. he sifted through them; some more mugs, a weird al shirt, a pair of drumsticks, some comics, a bunch of action figures, a green ribbon, an old year book, some novels, an acoustic guitar, car keys, a cheer skirt, journals, a lunchbox- all things that made his heart clench to look at, to touch, but he couldn’t remember why.
except for the yearbook.
when he found the yearbook he got so excited he’d stretched out his wings and started flying in the tiny little room. he knocked over a rack of costumes with them, fucked up his nest, and put a hole through the wall. he didn’t care though.
he had the year book almost permanently open to one page. a page he remembered looking at a lot when he was younger. on the page was him, the man that eddie couldn’t remember the name or face of. the one he loved so much. and beside him was another man with eddie’s old face! he’d made it. he remembered making it. he wrote something, but eddie couldn’t read that either.
after finding that year book, eddie looked at the page every day and every night, whenever he could. he often went to sleep with the page open, he’d sometimes just sit there and look at it. he’d draw his claw lightly over the man’s pretty face and sometimes he’d lick it when he particularly missed him.
oh eddie loved him so much.
so that’s what eddie did now. he sat down in his nest and drew over his pretty face and he stretched out his long tongue until it touched the page and then he smiled.
he smiled so much his heart squeezed.
he missed his boy.
but his master was not happy with him. he made eddie go back out to kill them.
eddie promised himself he wouldn’t kill the curly haired one.
he flew out until he found them, and then he swooped down over their heads to give the prey a scare and perched himself atop an electricity pole. he crouched there with his wings hanging heavy down behind him and looked at his next meal.
only, he didn’t attack. not straight away.
there was something familiar about one of them. the one holding a bat over his shoulder, scowling at eddie. he had floppy hair and strong shoulders. eddie thought he’d put up the biggest fight.
but there was something about him.
eddie cocked his head and looked at him some more. looking looking looking. trying to figure him out. he ignored everyone else. the man adjusted his grip on his weapon, ready to swing it at eddie if needed.
eddie moved his head forward because… no…
no it- it couldn’t be.
it was him.
the boy in the picture.
the one he loved!
he straightened his back out in a flesh, sitting up tall, perched on the pole, and he let out a screech of excitement. he hoped the man was just as excited as he was.
his love leered forward slightly, looking ready to fight… to protect. oh, he looked so strong and brave like that, ready to defend his own brethren. eddie admired him so much. he was so beautiful. so strong. so handsome.
eddie stretched his wings out and stood, he let out another thrilled sound because- oh, because he was here! the one he loved was here… in his world! and eddie could have him.
eddie clutched at his heart like he’d just been struck by cupids arrow and fell backwards off the pole, like he was fainting. he was swooning afterall. he hoped to impress this man too.
eddie had to impress him.
so he free fell and right before he hit the ground he stretched his wings out further and lifted himself high into the sky. way higher than he needed to go. he looked down at the one he loved and- oh goodness, he just couldn’t help himself. he tucked his wings around his body and nosedived straight for him.
it’s what he’d seen his family do, when they found their love. one would fly high in the sky and barrel roll into the other, catch them, and take flight again.
it was their mating ritual, so it’s what eddie would do.
he crashed into the pretty golden haired love and had to take a moment to just look at him as he wiggled around on the ground beneath eddie. eddie tired to pin him down, to show him he was safe… it was just eddie. he tried to communicate, clicking his tongue to say “hello, it’s me, i love you” but he didn’t seem to get it.
that was okay.
eddie would show him.
but before he had a chance his wing was struck with an immense amount of pain.
he stretched it out to look, and found a hole clean through it, and he lowered it just enough to see one of his prey, standing there, a gun aimed right at him.
you hurt me, eddie thought, you tore me.
he was going to make her death the most painful. save her for last.
he looked back at his love and grabbed him tight and lifted up info the air. it made him scream, and eddie thought it was a nice sound. similar to his own happy call. eddie really liked this man.
he took him to his home, sweeping through the crack in the roof, down into his little home, and he lay him down in his nest. his love is the only other being allowed anywhere near his home.
the last being to try - his brother and friend - was ripped to shreds by eddie’s own teeth. no one breached these walls again.
eddie laid him down and crawled back to sit by his loves legs, crouched there and waiting. he looked at him curiously. he looked quite different than the picture. he had lighter, floppier hair, and some scruffy fur around his mouth, and he had this thing on his face that made his eyes look a little bigger than usual, and… clothes. in the picture he only had little swim shorts on. eddie hoped his love might take these clothes off soon.
oh eddie thought he was just neat.
the perfect new item to make home of his nest. he’d keep him here forever, that was for sure.
he was eddie’s now.
he looked a little confused, but that was okay. eddie would help him understand anything he needed. all eddie wanted to do was look after his love.
oh. the picture. that would help him understand. that’s how eddie could tell him he loved him.
great idea!
he crawled over to get it, leaving his love in the nest for a little moment. he sifted through some of his other things before retrieving it. he grabbed the book with his teeth, and crawled back over to pretty man, and perched himself as close as possible. he dropped the book between his own feet and pressed his hands on top of it to keep it safe, and waited.
when he turned back around to look at eddie, he freaked out a little. eddie thought it was very sweet. eddie wanted to see every face this man could make, they were all so beautiful. he cocked his head to the side and looked at him some more, trying to figure him out.
to ask if this was okay.
his love held up the jacket with the name eddie couldn’t read. he looked at the jacket, then back at his love, then back at the jacket, then back at his love and he felt warmth bubble up in his chest. he purred, hoping to let his love know what this meant. hoping to let him know he was happy that he was here. that he wanted his love to wear the jacket.
eddie noticed how his love was wearing one thing that meant a lot to eddie himself. a vest. one covered in patches and pins that he used to wear every day. eddie lowered his head to bump his loves shoulder and blinked at him once.
“it’s yours.” his love said, and it made eddie’s heart flutter so much! he loved the sound of his voice. it was so soft and smooth and eddie wished he could talk the same. his love tugged at the sleeve of the vest, “i know, i’m sorry. i hope you don’t mind. it helped ground me on the bad days.”
don’t mind? don’t mind!?
why would eddie mind about that? this was the best day of his life. not only was his love here, but he was here and collecting eddie’s things too.
eddie cocked his head, trying to communicate that of course he was okay with it. that he was okay with anything his love wanted.
“can you understand me?” he asked.
eddie nodded.
“can you talk like me?” he asked again.
eddie really wished he could. he wanted nothing more than to say that he loved him. he wanted to ask his name.
“i’ll take that as a no.” he hummed, and it made eddie’s chest vibrate, “you have a lot of my things.”
eddie wanted to collect more of them.
he dropped the book on his loves lap and watched curiously as he opened it. eddie’s heart was about to leap out of his chest when the man found the page eddie wanted him to see.
his pretty pretty love drew his finger over the page and read out the words eddie had written there many years ago… the words eddie had longed to be able to read or remember, and now he’d know, “by the time you graduate, this will be real, and he will be nice and want you back.”
oh… right.
yes. eddie loved him. he knew now. didn’t he. his love knew and- oh, he was laughing.
eddie didn’t like that. why was he laughing? did he not love eddie too.
eddie screeched at him and pouted because… because why would he laugh? that’s mean. it hurts eddie. it hurts eddie a lot. he would just like to love his love.
oh eddie loved him so much.
he watched with sad eyes as his love realised how much it was hurting eddie, and then he said, “you technically still haven’t graduated, you know?”
oh goodie. his love wanted him too!
he loved him so much he just- oh, he just couldn’t hold back any more. he flicked his tongue out and licked up his loves cheek and it was so much better than licking the picture. this time, when his love laughed, eddie liked it.
this was a good laugh.
“licking? really?”
eddie smiled at him and nodded his head because, yes. of course! he had to show his love and that’s how he did that. that’s what he knew. he hoped his love would lick him back… but maybe that’s not how those creatures showed their love.
that’s okay. eddie would learn eventually.
eddie helped shuffle his love back to cuddle because he didn’t care how mad his master got right now, eddie had his love and he’d finally be able to sleep well. he was sure this would be the first sleep he got without crying since waking up down here, in this world.
he curled up with his teddy and wrapped his wings around his love, curling into his lap and chest. eddie pressed his ear up over his heart to listen to the steady drum beat of it inside. it was one of the best sounds in every world. eddie started to purr again, feeling warm and dizzy against his love. he smelt amazing, and eddie nuzzled his face under the vest to get closer to him.
eddie felt his love pet his head softly and hold him a little tighter. eddie didn’t think he could love something any more than he loved this being right here. he was going to keep him forever. protect him and make sure he was safe, and well fed, and warm. he’d stay here, in eddie’s home, where no one else was allowed to go so eddie could keep him for himself. if he wanted anything, eddie would fetch it for him.
eddie would love him with every fibre in his body and more.
he’d do anything for his love.
he was sure of it.
if only he could remember his name.
#jay writes#unedited#kas!eddie#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#eddie pov#kas eddie pov#steve x eddie#kas eddie but make him a puppy dog#eddie just loves steve so much it hurts his demonic little heart#also. he may be a monster but he’s still fucking dramatic#also. eddie trying to impress steve. because he would#he’d see steve being all macho man and be like LOOK AT ME PLEASE FIND ME ADORABLE!#eddie would tear apart his world - his brethren (the demobats) - and vecna for his love#hell remember it all eventually#don’t worry#our poor babies NEED. a happy ending#feel free to give them one because i don’t think i’ll write any more of this#stranger things 4#stranger things#stranger things 5?
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I suspect that this shot from the trailer is not a flashback, it’s them together either on deaths door or in death.
They are both in their current clothes, Fukuchi in the hunting dogs uniform, Fukuzawa not wearing his scarf. We know that Fukuzawa still wore the scarf at the time of the agency opening party (from Ranpo’s flashback), and we know Fukuchi wouldn’t be wearing the hunting dogs uniform until after the war. The uniform he wore when going to war is a diff color.
Plus, the scene invokes this very light and airy feeling and there are places that look like they’re fading into light (particularly the plant on the left, the leaves on the right of the tree, etc.) My sister pointed out there even seems like there’s a sort of glow around some outlines (particularly the posts) and some shadows are strange and very blue toned (the posts again and the crevices of their clothes).
Basically all of that to say it very much does not feel real. It doesn’t feel like a real memory, and it loses the high saturation shojo style the other flashbacks with them have.
I’m very hesitant to theorize about a character dying because this show never actually kills anyone, but it would be so interesting (and devastating to me) if they killed each other here. I desperately need an end to the excess of fake out deaths, at this point it’s cheap and destroys any real tension, and as much as I hate to say it, narratively, Fukuzawa would be a good choice to actually kill off here.
The classic mentor dies trope exists for a reason, often it is very necessary in order for other characters to move forward and experience development. This is especially true in this context for Ranpo and Kunikida, they would both have so much development from this and it’s AWFUL because they’re also both RIGHT THERE. But this is also true for the entire agency.
Also, something this situation has that is usually not true with the death baits, is that if they do it well, this could be a very good and satisfying conclusion to Fukuzawa’s (and Fukuchi’s) character arc. The idea of their fates being so intertwined that neither of them can triumph over the other, they have to give themselves up as well, is very appealing to me in the context of their relationship. It would be so fitting for them to die together at each others hands.
Another possibility is if that scene is them saying goodbye as only one of the dies, which could also be so interesting.
ANYWAY this is less of a real theory and more just thinking about possibilities. There are also several things that make me think they won’t both die like this: no one ever dies in the main storyline, we still don’t have a confirmation of Fukuchi’s additional objective, Yosano is unaccounted for (she and/or Ranpo could pop up and save the day), and the trailer is indicating to me that Fukuzawa can’t kill Fukuchi.
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd s5#old man yaoi#this is just me being insane#i don’t want fukuzawa to die i’m obsessed with him i adore him#but i’m so tired of the fake deaths#i love reading way too much into things#i’m so excited to see this in both the anime and manga#this better be the next chapter of the manga too and not bones doing some fucked shit#mine
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[ID: a digital drawing of aya koda and bram stoker from bungou stray dogs. they're in a technology store. aya is standing in front of one of the TVs that's playing the forest scene in twilight movie one and is pointing excitedly at it while looking at bram. bram is standing in the foreground looking at aya and is confused. the signature reads dandelion-roots. end ID]
Bram doesn't get it.
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#aya koda#bsd aya koda#bram#bram stoker#bsd bram#now THIS is just for me#one of my little sketches titled bram's adventures#i love that man so fucking much. the moment i saw him on screen i was like YES HIM#little kids and eldritch creatures interacting- how could i resist them???#i love his design too FINALLY A MAN WITH REALLY LONG HAIR#and scars and a silly outfit mmm i loveeee him#headcanon for this drawing is that aya thought to show him the tech store and then in convo she started telling him abt twilight#and then bram was like i wish to see these vampires and the store worker was like haha sure anything pls dont kill me#and they just played the first yt clip#god i need to rewatch twilight its so ridiculous
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have a slightly stressful thing to do today so i am going to be exclusively thinking about whatever gender fhawke has going on to distract myself and oh boy is it working
#i love women who are their dads and also the eldest brother and also the lady heiresses of an estate and also snarling dog lords#and everyone who meets them is fucking obsessed with them. me too!#in my head fhawke to athenril is like sneaking a taste of the fine goods she smuggles#and then on the opposite end 3 acts later hawke is showing up to hightown parties in bloodstreaked champion armour#and putting her muddy boots on the table#and the young lords and ladies are blushing. giggling. fans fluttering#but i will be quiet before i speak too much. i just think shes. well i think shes very.#the isabelamance is such a fun one to explore hawkes who have that disconnect between their lowtown and hightown selves#‘you can get your thrills in hightown if you know where to look’ and all that#you want to have your cake and eat it too. the fancy estate and the nights in the hanged man#the freedom spent in fine company and the magic crackling at your fingertips#the suitors that flatter you on your arm and the pirate you love in your bed. etc#you think if you just fight hard enough you can have it all but it keeps slipping between your fingers#i love characters with ambition its so so fun
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