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A silly old timey HAUNTED HOTEL AU!
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Ghosts, a fictional serial killer character, murder, torture, blood, gore, and other dark/mature themes ahead!
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MEDIC! - 2nd Part (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)
I have absolutely no patience... so here is the next part because I'm not a tease and I won't make you wait hehe. I have a lot more I might post everyday until I run out! Because like I said, no patience in my body! Also the main love is Malarkey but I have a problem and make everyone all love the OC. I'M SORRY I CAN'T NOT!! Warning is a slow burn I'm sorry I have ideas in my head and so things can't happen in the timeline without the ideas. I have to have everything ahhhhh. Anyway enjoy!
People step out of the way as the tall man pushes us through the crowd, we reach another soldier dressed in the same uniform.
“Captain Winters, Sir!” The man's low voice carries over the commotion of the crowd, Captain Winters who is talking to another soldier turns his attention towards us.
“Yes?” Winters replies.
“Sir, we have a field nurse who is here somehow by herself?” The man says from behind me. I watch Winters glance over to me then back to the man.
“Sergeant Randleman there are no field nurses here and there are none meant to arrive.” Winters appears just as confused as the man, who’s name apparently is Randleman, was when I spoke to him first. Winters steps closer to me. Reading my name badge that is pinned to my top.
“Emily Lane?” He looks at me for confirmation.
“Yes,” I pause looking up at Winters, “Sir?” I feel compelled to also call him Sir since everyone is saying it.
“How did you get here?” Winters asks. I let out a chuckle. I have been wondering the same thing. I sober myself when Winters gives me a confused look. I probably look crazy standing here laughing to myself. I go to open my mouth to say, oh I don’t know I was pulled through a portal of some sorts, but that coming out of my mouth in this situation might not be the best idea. My mind races. How the hell do I explain this? I open and close my mouth, Winters frowns at me squinting his eyes as if daring me to speak.
“I, uh…” I start to say. Think! Think of something to say, these men are looking at me like I’m crazy.
“Emily, how did you get to Holland?” Winters asks again, pushing me for an answer.
“HOLLAND?!” I blurt before my brain can catch up. The two men seem shocked by my outburst. I cover my mouth with my hand before anything else can come out of my mouth.
The two men share a look, I glance from one to the other. “Bull, why don’t you take Emily here to see Doc, she seems to be in shock.” Winters takes my shoulder turning me back to the care of Randleman aka Bull apparently.
I am once again being pushed through the crowd by Bull. People are still dancing and cheering, a man approaches with his eyes closed and lips puckered out steering straight for me, I flinch back, my arms coming up to deflect the incoming kiss, a nervous laugh bubbles from my lips. I look back at Bull trying to gauge if he just saw that as well. He leans close to me, “They’re celebrating.”
“I can see that.” I watch other soldiers move through the crowd; they are swarmed, being hugged and kissed as they walk.
“What are they celebrating?” I ask.
“The Germans have left, they are liberated.” he answers, still moving us through the crowd.
The Germans?
We stop at a commotion in the road, a woman next to us is grabbed by two men. They violently rip off her dress, I gasp moving forward to try and help her but Bull’s grip remains firm. I turn to face him showing my distress, “It’s not our business darlin’.”
I continue to watch, spotting other women stripped of their clothes and their hair has been cut. The woman that was next to me cries out as a man with scissors hacks her hair. A lady is dragged by us with a symbol painted on her forehead, I step back into Bull realising what that symbol is. My hands shake and my chest heaves, the world spins. A swash sticker is painted onto the foreheads of other ladies.
Where am I? What is going on?
“You alright there lil’ lady?” Bull notices my panic, holding me up as my legs almost give way.
“What is the date today Bull?” I pant, my eyes darting around. I’m wrong, this is a reenactment of some sorts. This isn’t happening.
“Well today is the 16th of September.” Bull replies looking confused, his cigar hanging from his teeth as he speaks. My breath leaves me in a short huff as the answer did not comfort me at all.
“The year, Bull?” I ask, my words holding an ounce of hope that was soon to be extinguished as he opened his mouth to speak once more.
“Why 1944, of course.” He says matter-of-factly, his eyebrows pulled down over his eyes even more, his expression mimicking a mix of confusion and concern as he looks at my face, trying to gauge my thoughts.
“1944?” I choke out. NO NO NO NO. I try to catch my breath, steady my heart rate but it’s no use. Black dots dance around my vision. Panic rises in my chest, my stomach twists. I spin around looking for the portal I came from. Where was it?
“Emily take a breath.” Bull’s muffled voice says in my ear. I shake my head pushing away from him. I stagger backwards hitting people as I go. Bull follows closely, holding out his hands to catch me. This has to be some sick dream? That's right, this is a dream! I raise my hand striking it to my cheek, it stings but I am still here. Bull looks at me shocked by my actions, I raise my hand again readying myself for another blow, harder this time. My hand is caught mid-air, my other hand also captured by a very concerned Bull.
“Bull,” I say very seriously, “I need you to hit me.”
“Hit you?” Bull questions. “I’m not going to hit you darlin’.” He keeps my hands in his, I’m sure he’s worried what I will do next if I have free reign of my hands again.
“Bull, Emily.” Winters appears next to Bull, he glances at the position that Bull and I are in. “As you were.” He says bewildered, moving forward with the rest of the soldiers. Bull pulls me towards him, tucking me under his arm and following Winters through the crowd. I don’t struggle, I march forward like a zombie, my brain has officially shut off leaving me detached from reality. In my mind I am back in my apartment, making dinner and then sitting down to watch a show then crawling into bed to get up and do the same thing the next day.
After some walking we leave the crowd behind moving away from the town, Bull continues to follow the rest of the soldiers still having me tucked under his arm like an injured bird. I don’t talk, I listen as the soldiers banter, most of what they say makes no sense to me. Dusk falls quickly, the group makes camp on the side of the road we have been walking for the day. I get given food and water, I slowly sip my water but I give my food to Bull, my stomach is still twisted in knots. I know none of it will stay down. Bull asks if I am sure to which I nod, he takes the food from me and quickly eats. None of the other soldiers seem to pay much attention to me, I guess since I have been so quiet and mostly hidden behind Bull for most of the day they didn’t see me. My white uniform top is now dirty and sweaty, my feet hurt from the constant walking. I'm sure I have blisters on the backs of my heels. A hand taps my shoulder, I jump swinging around to see Winters standing over me. “Emily, I need you to come with me. You too Bull.” Bull stands quickly following orders, I stand slowly and trail behind the two. We make our way through the makeshift camp, only one tent is pitched, the rest of the men are sprawled out on the grass under the stars, quietly chatting to each other. We make our way to the tent, Bull and Winters disappear inside. A thought crosses my mind, run, while no one is looking, run back to the town, find the portal and forget what you saw. I freeze glancing around the dark land that seems to sprawl for miles. No, something in my gut tells me I need to stay with these men, if I run I could find much worse. I shuffle my feet following the men into the tent. As I enter Bull and Winters sit at a table that has a map pinned to it.
“Emily, we radioed command and there is no record of a field nurse by your name.” Winters looks up at me, I still stand wringing my hands in front of me. I wrack my brain for an explanation.
“I’m independent, Sir.” I state.
“Independent?” Winters hums. “And how did you get to Holland?”
“I was signing up to be a field nurse in England, when I heard whispers of Paratroopers making their next jump into Holland. I also heard they had only a few medics, so I figured I would meet you in Holland and join you and your men, Sir.” I lie through my teeth. I keep my stare steady, and my body language relaxed to make my lies more believable.
“Why were you so frantic in the town then?” Winters asks.
“I got turned around in the crowd, Sir. I was worried I had missed my opportunity to join you. I was trying to tell Sergeant Randleman but I seemed to have confused him.” I glance at Bull, he watches me closely.
“Why did you ask for the date? Specifically the year?” Winters continues with his interrogation.
“Well I was tired from all my travels, I had fallen asleep at the place I was staying, when I awoke I was unsure of how much time had passed, since I didn’t want to miss your arrival. I felt like I had slept for years.” I internally cringe at how easily the lies roll off my tongue but I need to ensure I stay with this group.
Winters pauses thinking about my explanation. He looks towards Bull as if trying to read his mind, they share a glance as I watch them. I catch my bottom lip between my teeth chewing on it nervously.
“Well Emily we do need more medics. Have you been trained?” Winters turns back to me raising his eyebrows as he speaks.
“Yes, well no technically. I am in my last semester of training, I only have a couple of months left.” I say.
Winters brows draw together. “I guess that’s good enough, we are desperate.” he sighs, leaning back in his chair.
“But you haven’t been trained in combat?” He continues.
“No, Sir. I am medically trained but have not been on the frontline. I understand not all medics carry a firearm, and are just there to help the wounded.” I answer.
“That’s correct. Well I cannot prepare you for what you are going to see on the frontline, and you understand Emily that you could also die on the front. There is no guarantee for your survival.” His strong stare pins me to the ground, I gulp. I have seen war movies, most of which I had to watch through my hands. I hated seeing the men being blown to pieces and shot down.
But this wasn’t a movie. I couldn’t watch through my hands, I was here on the front fighting against the Nazis. The thought hadn’t sunk in. How much danger my life was currently in, like Winters said there is no guarantee for my life. But what is my life? Is this it? Stuck here in 1944? Or when the war is over, if I make it through, do I find another portal? Is there another portal? It’s strange to think how quickly it all got turned upside down, this isn’t a dream, I’m stuck in a time where I do not belong.
I pull myself from my spiralling mind. “I understand Sir.” I say firmly, holding my ground, making my words as believable as I can.
Winters stands a small smile spread across his face, he reaches his hand out to me, “Welcome to Easy Company Emily Lane.” I take his hand gripping firmly with a single shake he releases me.
“Bull, get Miss Lane here some proper attire and supplies.” Winters turns to look at Bull who is already nodding and making his way out of the tent. I follow Bull as he holds the tent flap up for me to walk under. I follow him from behind, having to take double steps for his every one, he grabs things from piles, rummaging through bags, he turns holding up a shirt measuring it to my body.
“Seems you’ll fit the small.” He says, a new cigar is hanging from his teeth. I follow him as he grabs things and passes them back to me, by the time we are done I can hardly see where I am going. “Oof” I grunt walking into something hard.
“Hey, watch it tiny.” A man says in a thick philly accent.
“Oh I’m sorry.” I say peeking out from behind the mountain of gear in my arms.
“Aye, who are you?” he squints trying to get a better look at me in the dark.
The group of men that stand around with him also pique interest, five pairs of eyes land on me.
“Are you lost?” The man I bumped into speaks again.
“No, not lost.” I say, staring back at him.
“She’s our new medic.” Bull speaks from behind me. “Are these boys hassling you Lane?” He leans forward but says it loud enough for the group to hear.
I look over my shoulder at him and smile. “No, they aren’t giving me any trouble, but I think I could take them if I wanted.” Bull lets out a laugh, patting me on my back.
“You’re going to be trouble Lane, I can already tell.” He chuckles. “How about I introduce you to these men before you try and fight them all?” I smile up at him.
“This right here is Bill Guarnere,” he points to the man I walked into. “And that is John Martin, but everyone calls him Johnny.” Martin raises his hand giving a small wave, I smile back politely. “And that there is Joseph Liebgott, George Luz, Webster and Donald Malarkey.” Small hello’s and hi are said as they are introduced. They all look basically the same in the dark in the same uniforms, and I have no hope I am going to remember anyone's names.
“Hi I’m Emily Lane, but everyone calls me Emmy.” I say semi waving my hand from under the pile of clothes I am holding.
“Emmy, what on earth are you doing here?” the man who I believe to be George Luz says smiling.
“Well I heard you needed medics so, here I am.” I let out an awkward laugh. “I better go get changed, but I guess I will see you around?” I cringe, when was it hard to talk to a group of men?
Luz chuckles, “I’m sure we will Emmy.” a cheeky grin forms on his face. I don’t know what that smile means but I move quickly to find somewhere to get changed. I feel the men watch me as I go, I hear them fall back into conversation once I am out of view.
I turn around looking for a place to change, in front of me a field spans out with trees in the distance, behind me the men have made camp and are lying in the grass, huddling around in groups talking. I turn in a circle, trying to find the best spot. There are trucks parked on the grass but men sit in them as well.
“Emily.” Someone calls from behind me, I whip around to see a tall man standing in the shadows, I glance down at his arm a white band on his sleeve shows the red cross, the sign for medic.
“You must be Doc?” I say moving closer to him.
“I am indeed, I have your medic pack here. Bull told me to give it to you.” He hands over the army green bag with the red cross mark on the front. I take it trying not to drop the clothes I am holding.
“Thank you, Doc.” I say.
“Call me Gene.” I nod at his response, “Do you know what is in this bag?” he asks.
“I think so? A powder that stops infections, gauze, scissors, Tourniquet, medical tags, safety pins, tweezers?” I say off the top of my head, I actually have no idea what could be used in the 40's. I am so used to modern medicine, they would have no gloves, no alcohol swabs to disinfect gear.
“That’s about right, but I will let you have a look through by yourself if you have any questions come ask me.” he says turning to leave.
“Ok, thank you Doc. Sorry Gene.” I say loudly as he walks away.
“Miss Lane.” I hear from the other side, OMG now what. I turn to see Winters poking his head from the tent. I straighten, this man seems to be in charge here. I can't piss him off.
“Yes, Sir.” I make my way over to the tent.
“Emily, are you wanting to change?” he motions his head to the armful of clothing I am carrying.
“Yes please Sir, I couldn’t find anywhere private.” I shuffle forward and into the tent. Winters steps out, closing the flap behind him. I move quickly putting the clothes down on the table, I start by taking off my shoes and socks. Then shimmy my pants down, kicking them to the side. I empty the pocket of my uniform top, my hand grips something cold. I pull it out to inspect it. My mouth drops. No goddamn way! I clutch my phone in my hand, letting out a strangled gasp.
“Everything ok Emily?” Winters asks from outside the tent. Oh fuck! I thought he left, he’s probably making sure that no one comes in while I change.
I clear my throat, “fine.” my voice cracks, “I’m fine.” I say in a clearer voice. OMG, OMG, OMG I mouth. How the hell did I not lose this. I tap the screen and almost shriek, it lights up. The time and date have not changed from when I was back in my own time. I open the screen, no bars. Well I would be more surprised if I did get reception. 87% battery, I need to keep this on me, I mean if I go back to my own time I don’t want to have to buy another phone. I power down my phone and place it on the table. I search through my pockets, pairs of medical gloves, I place them down next to the phone. I pull more from my pockets: pens, pencil, a mask, hand sanitiser, omg I could kiss myself for always having the most full pockets. The last thing I pull out is a small black case, I open my earphones to find them sitting in their charging ports, the green light flashes. God I am good, they’re fully charged. But unfortunately I am unsure how long they will last as I can’t power them down like my phone. I place them down on the table as well. I take my name badge and pin on watch off my top as well.
I quickly get changed into the uniform given to me, leaving on my bra and underwear I slip into the pants doing the belt on the tightest loop so they don’t fall down and a white cotton t-shirt, I pull on my black thick socks and combat boots. The boots are a bit big but if I wear a couple pairs of socks they should be fine. I button up the long sleeve shirt, pulling on my jacket. I tuck the helmet under my arm and the medic kit is slung across my body. I gather the items from my pockets and slip them into my kit for safe keeping.
“Almost done in there?” Winters asks from outside.
“Yes Sir.” I reply, the tent flap opens as he walks back in. Winters scans me from head to toe, a small smirk forms on his lips.
“You forgot one thing.” Winters reaches into his pocket pulling out the red cross band. He gestures for my arm. I reach out my right arm, he steps forward and slides the band up, I look down at him watching him intently. Winters eyes meet mine, I look away quickly embarrassed I was caught staring. Winters laughs softly pulling safety pins from his pocket pinning the band to my sleeve, as he pins the last one I gasp. He looks up worried, scanning my face, “Got you.” I smile, his face cracks into a smile. “Indeed you did.”
He finishes pinning the band taking a step back to admire his work, I feel my face flush shy from being scrutinised by him.
“Well now you look the part.” He steps forward again, taking my helmet from under my arm. He gently places it on my head. “You always wear this, you got it?” I nod the helmet falling in front of my eyes from the movement. He chuckles, pushing it back up.
“Well I think you should show me how good your skills are.” Winters crosses his arms in front of him.
“My skills?” I am confused.
“I have a wound on my left leg, ricochet bullet. Gene was going to come dress it but you’re here now.” He sits as he talks, pulling up his pant leg for me to see the wound. I kneel down in front of him to better look at the wound, the lighting in the tent is poor but it will have to do. I pull gear from my medic bag, gauze and a fresh bandage. I pull down his sock to see the affected area better. The bandage on his leg is dirty, blood has seeped through the previous dressing. I look up at him as he watches me.
“You should be keeping off this, no?” I ask, wondering what the other medic had told him.
“I mean I can’t really, these men rely on me.” he sighs, he looks tired. I cannot imagine what this man has seen, his face looks young but his eyes hold scarring memories that he will never be able to unsee.
I remove the bandage on his leg, the wound appears small, and the wound bed appears to be granulating and no slough seems to be present. There appears to be no sign of infection, I press the back of my hand over the area to feel if it is hot to the touch, which it isn’t. There is no sign of erythema around it and the edges are actively healing; they pucker up due to the trauma of the ricocheted bullet entering the skin.
I feel Winters’ eyes on me as I assess the injury. “Do you have water?” I ask looking around.
Winters pulls a canteen from his belt, handing it to me. I tip the water from the canteen onto a couple of pieces of gauze. Then pouring the water onto the open wound, “ah.” Winters gasps flinching.
“Sorry.” I say continuing with my task, I clean the injury itself and around it, to help stop bacteria from entering the wound. I pat the skin dry, I apply the new clean dressing tying it around his leg to secure it. I sit back on my haunches looking up at Winters, he smiles seemingly impressed with my work.
“So what’s the verdict nurse?” he tilts his head as he asks the question.
“No sign of infection, which is good. Should be healed soon. It would heal faster if you didn’t walk on it so often but I can compromise with you on that. How about when you have time, you elevate your legs, to help reduce the swelling.” I say gathering my supplies and tighten the lid back onto the canteen before handing it back to him.
“Well I guess I can do that for you.” he says, taking the canteen from my hands. I stand making my way to the exit.
“Goodnight Captain Winters.” I say.
“Dick.” he replies.
“Where?” I exclaim.
The man looks confused, I stare at him eyes wide. My hand lifts to point at him.
“Yo..” I mumble.
“Me.” He says pointing at himself.
My eyes are big as saucers at this point, what is this man asking me?
“Right now?” I ramble.
“What?” his face scrunches in confusion. I mean he’s cute, but like I just met him. I reach my hands up to my top button undoing one.
“I mean I guess.” I say slowly unbuttoning my top, unsure if this is the request he just made.
“Emily what are you doing?” He seems genuinely concerned.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?” I stop unbuttoning, I think I have read this situation very wrong.
“My name is Dick, Richard Winters.” He states.
My mouth falls open and my cheeks become hot, I’m sure my whole face has turned the darkest shade of red.
“Dick short for Richard.” I gape, the cogs in my brain finally turning.
“Your name is Dick.” I half shout, covering my mouth. I hastily do up my buttons. I am so dumb what is wrong with me, I could hit myself.
“Well… ah… goodnight Dick” I mumble hurrying out the tent. The cool breeze brings relief to my hot face, I fan myself trying to catch my breath. I need to find somewhere to sleep or hide, I need the ground to swallow me whole, that's what I need.
I rush back to the group of men most of which are sleeping, I see Bull’s larger figure sitting quietly talking to others. I make my way to him, carefully stepping over the men sprawled on the floor. I sit next to Bull. He appears to be my comfort, not that I know him well but from the interactions I have had with him he seems to be a kind person. He smiles down at me when I seat myself next to him.
“Saw you in Winters’ tent, everything ok?” he asks, leaning closer for me to hear him.
“Yeah, yup, oh yeah, fine I’m fine, so good, grand even, yup everything is a-ok” I ramble quickly looking back at the tent I just ran from, cringing at how the interaction ended. I wanted to curl up and die.
“Ahh, are you ok?” Bull frowns in confusion, tilting his head to get a better look at my face that I ducked down out of view.
“Yes, yup.” I reply, popping the p at the end of my sentence.
“Alright, get some rest.” Bull says, lending me the blanket from his legs, I slip under it next to him relishing his heat. Exhaustion pulls at my eyes, even on the cold hard ground my body yearns to rest. Bull moves next to me coming closer so our bodies are almost pressed together, I rest my head on my medic bag, as the world around me fades.
#band of brothers#fanfic#reading#tropes#authors#BoBcrack#DICK?!WHERE?!#band of brothers imagine#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers x FEM!OC#captain winters#bull randleman#george luz#donald malarkey#eugene roe#PLEASE READ!#story#lewis nixon#joe toye#webster#Bill g#babe heffron#She's silly goofy and we love her
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Wrightworth/Narumitsu Fic Rec!
Want some tipsy bois?
Enjoy watching with exasperation and incredulity how competently these two can miscommunicate??
Like watching Edgeworth get flustered as he tries his best to express his feelings???
Love the anticipation of waiting for Phoenix to have the "OH..." moment and use their one shared braincell????
Then please read 'pari delicto, pari passu (equal fault, equal footing)' by griffonage (@franzvska)!
Wrightworth/Narumitsu Masterpost
#fic rec#wrightworth#narumitsu#ace attorney#gyakuten saiban#I actually read this 8 months ago#so i just re-read so I could write a rec#oblivious phoenix#and oblivious to phoenix's obliviousness Miles#Miles is so cute in this#i feel so bad for him#his fault for falling in love with an idiot#though his communication skills need WORK#he should know Phoenix's self-deprecating mindset after Beanix#anyway#please read!
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Do you like babel. I have the book but I haven’t started yet
oh I adore babel. I talk about it so much and am constantly reccing it to people--in fact, I did so just yesterday after quoting it in class discussion!
With a complex, diverse main cast and a heavy focus on language--as an art, as a field of study, as a tool of oppression by colonial empires--it creates such a captivating world and worldview. Following the 4 main characters throughout their college schooling and seeing them try to reconcile and come to terms with their circumstances and their losses and their supposed helplessness is such an emotional journey, and its one many can see themselves in.
You'll find a lot of people who've lost/struggle with their heritage language(s) echoing the characters' sentiments and experiences, though the relations can and do go beyond that.
I'm trying not to spoil anything, but if you'd like a more official summary/sales pitch or would like to talk about it more I am always delighted to discuss babel :)
#babel rf kuang#quil's queries#sunsplatteredfeathers#i wrote an essay on babel earlier this semester#which was a segue into writing an essay on how fandom spaces can contribute to and reinforce linguistic identities#especially for non-english languages#because of the informality of fandom being less anxiety-inducing to participate in#which can help overcome the mental block of 'my [language] isn't good enough'#because fandom doesn't have the requirement of being perfect and perfectly formal#anyway#LOVE babel#please read!#and if you do i'd love to hear all about it!
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INTRODUCTION!!!
Ah! Scary! I'm introducing myself! Anyway, Hello! I'm Grem, welcome to this Cave that I call my blog. I probably won't be posting much fandom content rn due to college work, but I'll probably post some college work cuz, eh, why not.
Anyway enough of the random shit, let's get to the nitty gritty stuff about me and this cave and its contents.
Info!
Name: Grem/Gremlin
Pronouns: surprise me! Idc what you use!
Age: 17
Artist status(?): Hobbiest/Education
⚠️ BLOG WARNINGS⚠️
THERE IS A POSSIBILITY THAT I MAY POST THINGS WITH THE FOLLOWING CONTENT/THEMES/IMAGERY! BARE IN MIND THIS LIST MAY BE SUBJECT TO CHANGE!
Light/(rarely) Heavy Gore.
Body Horror/Horror in general.
Substance use (Alcohol and Drugs).
Suggestive jokes.
(Artistic) Nudity.
Mental health issues/struggles.
Eyestrain.
If I post anything involving ANY of these subjects/themes/content, they will be tagged accordingly, (and if needed) will have trigger warnings, and be hidden under cut.
FANDOMS!
ooo! The fun stuff! Here's the following Fandoms that I'm mainly (and currently) apart of/enjoy content of!
Splatoon!
Welcome Home!
Smile for Me!
Dialtown!
Alton Towers!
Overall interests!
This is all the stuff I enjoy outside of Fandom content!
Anything Paleo!
Bugs!
Marine life!
Character designing/monster making!
Biology based sciences/study!
What content will I post?
What I plan to post here (and hopefully follow through with) is...
Fanart/Fanfics.
Animations.
OC Content.
College Work/Concept art.
Final Words!
Wow! We're at the end! Crazy. Anyway, hopefully, I'll be posting on here more often than before, and as for my final words, all I gotta say is I hope you enjoy my content and if ya don't, oh well!
(Posted: 7/1/24)
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chlorine (e. m.)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni!!! unprotected p in v sex, swearing, drug/alcohol use/mentions, kinda sad/angsty in the beginning, lots of plot
summary: you and eddie are talking about your time in the upside down, and he distracts you with a swim in steve's pool and a warm shower after. eddie ended up alive despite the odds, but both of you are still dealing with the aftermath.
word count: 2.9k
notes: i really love this, and it's roughly based on swimming when i was young to take my mind off a lot of crappy stuff. it also had me thinking about eddie and how the upside down probably isn't any good for someone's psyche. there is a lot of plot before the smut so if you like slightly angsty fluff, this is for you. i'm also reposting this a second time bc i think the tags last time made the algorithm do a fucky wucky.
tag list: @depressedstressedlemonzest
do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work online. that is stealing. i put a lot of time into my work, and i do not appreciate people taking credit for my work. thanks!
enjoy babes! - bee
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Ever since Steve had his first scuffle with the Upside Down, he wasn’t as much of a party person. If he was going to die, he wasn’t going to die doing some stupid shit starting with him saying, “hold my beer!” However, he still enjoyed a good kickback with his friends, if you could call it that. Your current friend group was the definition of chaos. You and Steve were joined by Robin, Nancy, and Eddie Munson. He was sort of adopted into the group after you were all traumatized in the Upside Down. When you do that kind of stuff, you’re kind of bonded for life. I mean, who else would believe you?
You had always found Eddie endearing, even before your experiences together. It seemed strange that despite everything you had heard about him and everything that happened to him growing up, he still didn’t give a damn what anyone thought about him. His style was less than conventional, but that made him all the more exciting. He was new and different compared to all of the others you grew up with in Hawkins.
Aside from the new dimension Eddie brought to your friend group, he also brought a handful of new experiences, and by a handful of experience, he definitely meant handfuls of weed. He wasn’t dealing nearly as much once his name was cleared since all eyes were on him, but that left him with a lot of excess that he couldn’t finish by himself. Which is how the two of you ended up high at Steve Harrington’s house, all of you stoned, shooting the shit until the early hours of the morning.
“No fucking way, Ed!” Steve laughed. “You could not take a Demogorgon by yourself. It took three of us!”
“Okay, but like… Consider, a flamethrower?” Eddie said. As much as you wanted to laugh, you could tell he was dead serious. You and Eddie had a higher tolerance, so you were both significantly less high than everyone else at the house. Robin was super giggly, and Nancy was absolutely destroying Eddie’s argument.
“Logistically speaking, yes,” Nancy said. “But you don’t even know how to use a flamethrower. You didn’t even believe me when I told you I had guns.”
“Ah yes,” Eddie sighed. “Nancy ‘Guns, Plural’ Wheeler.”
You all laughed this off, all of you getting a bit tired, especially the ones who were still pretty high. Steve ditched first, saying he was going to bed, then Nancy, then Robin, all going to their respective guest rooms for the night. Steve had a huge house, so Nancy and Robin were sharing a room, Steve was staying in his room, you were in the guest room, and Eddie was taking the couch. Generally, you guys rotated who got stuck with the couch, but it was ridiculously comfortable regardless. Eventually, you and Eddie were the only ones still awake, still not very tired. Both of you were still having trouble sleeping after defeating Vecna. Nancy told you that you never sleep well after your first time, but you hadn’t really believed her until now. It was a month after saving Hawkins, and you still couldn’t close your eyes without seeing a sobbing Dustin Henderson and a barely alive Eddie Munson. You couldn’t tell how phased Eddie was by this; you didn’t even know how much he remembered. Eventually, after some time just chatting about life post-Vecna, Eddie asks you the burning question.
“So are you having trouble sleeping, too?” He asks. You just nod. You don’t want to tell him what you see when you close your eyes. “I figured. I don’t want to sleep either. I just remember telling Henderson to take care of the new kids for me. I think I remember the rest of you guys yelling but I’m not sure. Scares the shit out of me to know I could have died down there.”
“I know what you mean,” you said. “It’s terrifying to go like that. You never think it can kill you until it does, or almost does. Vecna reached his hand out to me as Robin and I threw Molotovs at him, and I knew right then that if this didn’t work, I was done for. So I said a prayer and threw it.”
“Do you have that thing where you see the same thing when you close your eyes? It feels like you’re watching it as a movie. It doesn’t feel like you, but its not not you, you know?”
You had never heard it all described so clearly before. It was like he had it all figured out, even though you knew there was really no way for any of you to have any of this really figured out. You sighed, “Yes. That’s exactly how it is. I feel like I can’t get it to leave me alone. Like the scene just has to play through to the end.” You paused a moment, “I thought you were dead, Eddie.”
Both of you sat in an uncomfortable silence a moment. It was true. Everyone thought he was dead, even Eddie. Miraculously, he made it, and that was what everyone chose to talk about, but no one ever wanted to talk about the horrors of the “after”, the post-Vecna, whatever you wanted to call it. It was almost as if choosing to live in the past forever would keep you safe from what came next. What’s one more time?
“We should step out for some fresh air,” Eddie said. You quietly followed him behind the house to Steve’s pool. The lights were on out back, giving the pool an inviting blue glow. Eddie started stripping out of his clothes next to you.
“What are you doing?” you said, confused.
“Doing what I always do when I start thinking about this shit: literally anything else.”
Eddie strips down to just his boxers and takes a running start into the pool, the smell of chlorine rushing up to hit your nose as he splashes into the water. His method, albeit somewhat avoidant and unhealthy, sounded good in the moment. “You should join me. The water’s not too cold.”
Hesitantly, you agree. You weren’t keen on the idea of getting naked in front of your friend, but honestly, anything to push the thoughts out of your head sounded pretty damn good at the moment. You took off your tee shirt and jeans leaving only your bra and underwear still on. “Pink? Nice,” Eddie said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. You walk back about as far as you can go, and take a running leap. You were submerged in the cool water as your feet touched the bottom. As you rise to the surface, you push your hair out of your face and take a big breath of fresh air. You look over at Eddie, his wet face shining in the moonlight. His hair was now slicked back aside from his bangs sticking to his forehead. “Feel a little better?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” you were surprised by how quickly it had cleared the thoughts out of your mind.
“I told you so,” Eddie said. “You’re safe here. We’re both safe. Nothing is going to happen to us.”
“How can you be so sure of that?” you asked.
“Well to be honest, I’m not sure. But I know what it’s like now. The others have done this even more than we have and made it out alive every time. I will be there to protect you. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” Eddie said. His voice sounded shaky, but not afraid. You couldn’t put your finger on the emotion in his voice. “You will always be safe with me.”
You didn’t exactly know how to process that. You really liked Eddie, but you never knew he cared about you like that. Maybe it was just the trauma, or living through the after, but something drew the two of you together that you couldn’t place. The two of you got off the subject quickly, talking about music and movies and your friends, about how ‘86 was finally you and Eddie’s year, regardless of how difficult it was.
“You wanna race?” you ask Eddie.
“What?”
“Do you want to race from one end of the pool to the other?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s fun?”
“Fine, but I have the clear physical advantage,” Eddie says sarcastically. He flexes his arm jokingly, but he looked stronger than he thought.
You both line up at the edge of the pool and count off from three. About halfway down the pool, you notice Eddie is ahead of you, so you try to grab his feet to pull him back. That pull pushed you forward just enough to beat him to the other side.
“What the fuck!” Eddie yelled. “That was so unfair!”
“I was simply using my resources,” you said. Eddie gets an idea, as evidenced by the devilish grin on his face. He begins to chase you around, eventually grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder. By this point, both of you are laughing uncontrollably, and Eddie sets you down on the side of the pool.
“You know, you’re more fun than I thought you’d be,” he said.
“What, did you think I was gonna be mean and scary?”
“Well, I always pegged you to be more like Nancy since you guys are pretty close,” Eddie said. “You’re a lot more laid back.”
You looked at each other. There were no words but you felt like you could read his mind. His wet skin was soft and his shaggy hair hung around his shoulders, and his smile was still the biggest thing you were focusing on. “Come here,” he said. You obliged and hopped down. Eddie then wrapped you in the biggest bear hug you could imagine. The kind that pushes all your broken pieces back together. When he finally let you go, he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head. “Nothing will ever hurt you again.”
You looked up at the man you had previously thought was impossible to know, realizing that all alone, he was keeping you out of the loop to keep you safe. You were both free. Nothing was stopping you anymore. You place a soft kiss to his cheek, testing the waters. Eddie hoists you up on to hips, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kisses you for the first time. He tastes like chlorine and salt, but none of that mattered right then. Both of you were safe.
As you pulled apart, the pool water had you both a bit sticky. You both decided it was about time to get out of the pool, grabbing towels from a bin just outside the door. As Eddie climbed out of the pool, his boxers clung to his skin, showing off his legs and leaving little to the imagination. The man was hung, confirming your suspicions. You dried off your hair, scrunching it up to try to get the water out, which only left your hair dry and frizzy. “I think I need to take a shower. I forgot how nasty pools can make your hair.”
“You’re telling me,” Eddie said. “Mind if I join you?” You stumble over your words a minute, not sure if he was joking.
“Uh sure? Why not?”
“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. Nothing I wasn’t trying to see anyways.”
As Eddie followed you to the upstairs bathroom, you both tried to keep your footsteps light to not wake the others. It was almost three in the morning, but the two of you were still very awake. As soon as you shut the door, Eddie lifts you on to the countertop, placing his hands firmly on your waist. “Promise that this is what you want?”
“Absolutely,” you said. It felt like a switch in you just flipped as you start kissing him again, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth. He starts to rub your sides, sinking the pads of his fingers into your flesh. You move his hands lower on to your thighs, and then further in between your legs.
“Are you sure?” he said.
“Quit being such a gentleman.”
That statement lit a fire under Eddie, gripping your thighs as he aggressively made out with you, eventually moving his hands up to grab your tits. He slips your bra off quickly and starts kissing up your body to your neck. You let out a quick whine, which was quickly silenced by a hand lightly wrapped around your throat. “Shhh, gotta be quiet, darling. Everyone’s still asleep.” You obliged as he kept making you squirm, fighting every urge to cry out. Eddie continued kissing along your neck and collarbones, loosening his grip on your neck as you settled down. He kept moving lower, kissing your breasts, the your stomach, ending with a soft bite on your upper thighs. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he pulled off your already soaked underwear. The whole bathroom reeked of sex and pool water, and you weren’t complaining. You also had a relatively quick and sudden understanding why Eddie may have handcuffs hanging in his bedroom. He pulled you down from the bathroom counter where you were no longer at eye level. Looking down at you, he let out a soft sigh. “I knew you were gorgeous, but this is almost too much.”
“So are you, Ed,” you exhale. “I didn’t expect you to be so good at all this.”
“I’m a nerd, not a virgin,” he chuckled. “Are you sure you’re good with all this? You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”
Eddie put his hand on your cheek, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. Despite you thinking this was just a hookup, you were both stone cold sober by now, and his eyes were all love. “So?” he asked.
You gave him a quick kiss and muttered out a soft, “please.”
“‘Atta girl,” he said, bending you over the counter. You could see him behind you in the mirror, fiddling with his boxers, pushing them down, and then looking at you in the mirror. The thought of being inside of you had him dripping. You felt him tease your entrance. “So fucking beautiful,” he says in barely a whisper. Eddie pushed into you, his length being more than you expected. You bite down on the palm of your hand to stifle the sounds coming out of you. Eddie chuckles, “so fucking good for me. Stay quiet, darling.”
He starts thrusting into you at a quicker pace, and you find it harder and harder to keep quiet as he reaches around your wait to play with your clit. “Please, Eddie. Don’t stop, please,” you say as quietly as you can. You feel a warm sensation pooling in your stomach as he presses the pad of his finger against your needy clit, stifling a moan as you come. After this, he takes away his hand as he continues to fuck you, grabbing your hair to make you look in the mirror. “Look how pretty you are when I fuck you,” Eddie said.
As he kept going, his thrusts grew more and more uneven, hips stuttering as he pulled out to come on your hips, groaning softly to avoid waking the others. As he grabbed the counter to steady himself, you stayed bent over the counter, knowing you were going to be about as graceful as Bambi after that. Eddie grabbed a hand towel and wet it in the sink, and then used it to clean up your back. He then helped hold you up, seeing as your legs were still a bit shaky. “How about that shower?” he asked innocently.
You just chuckled, “sure, Munson.”
Eddie ran the water in the shower and guided you in. While he washed your hair, he asked, “So, how was it?”
“How do you think?” Eddie looked at you awaiting a response. “Good! Like, really good! Context clues, Ed, god.”
“Oh, I know. Just wanted to hear you say it,” he said as he continued to rub the shampoo into your scalp, then rinsing it (and the crazy amounts of chlorine) out. He grabbed the conditioner and did the same, trying to comb out the knots with his fingers. “Pool water is so bad for your hair,” he says.
“And how would you know that?”
“Sweetheart- and I mean this in all honesty- do you think I don’t take care of my hair?”
“To be honest, I thought you were like every other man I know and used 2-in1.”
“Lies! Slander!” he laughs. You both finish your shower, and he leaves to grab your overnight bag so that you can both get ready for bed.
By the time you were finally getting ready for bed, you didn’t know what time it was anymore or much else for that matter. What you did know was that you no longer saw terrifying things when you closed your eyes. And that no one was sleeping on the couch that night, as Eddie pressed your head into his bare chest. And wordlessly, you both fell asleep easy for the first time in months.
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Is light of the sun and stars done?
Short answer is no. I still plan on finishing up season 2 but I did choose to end it there season 3 just feels more than I feel like doing. But I'm far from reaching a postable chapter and coming back to it is just... hard. Not because I don't want to say goodbye but because I literally don't have the inspiration.
See my love for Star and the whole reason I started this fic wasn't because of the series... it was the fanbase. It was every fanfic, Comic, and animation that kept me invested and kept me writing. So once the series was over I was able to keep going strong for a while but as the fan base slowly dwindled and moved on to other thing... so did I. I tried to fight it but other shows started filling the hole Star vs left and soon enough my creativity just shifted with it.
I also think burnt out just sorta snuck up on me. After so many years focusing all my creativity on this with only a few side projects to tide me over, it just left me with the urge to write for other worlds and stories and characters, some even my own, so Star vs ended taking a back seat to this passion.
And I know that's disappointing to hear! And I know this was post was way overdo, especially since burnt out caught me after the single worst cliffhanger I ever wrote! But I still never once planned on just ending there. Light of the Sun and Stars still isn't dead to me! I still want to give people an ending! Not the planned one but a ending, so both they and I could feel satisfied with saying goodbye! Even just writing this post has actually brought back a bit of that spark that reminded me why I wrote it in the first place!
But since I can't offer anyone an exact time and date on when that will happen, here's my offer. If anyone would like I'll write a cliffnotes of the finale of season 2 (and season 3 maybe) on here so people who don't want to wait for my rainy day inspiration to finally come in and finish the story up! You can even ask me questions and I'll answer them to the best of my ability.
Only thanks for the patience up till now! And for this ask as it ended up being the exact kick in the head I needed to finally take about the state of my fanfic!!
#Asks#animeniacfan#Light of the Sun and Stars#State of my writing#Please read!#And let me know if anyone wants thus!#Thank you for the patience#It's really overdue
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update on the agent 4 diary series!
hello everyone!
I know a lot of you have been waiting on an update on the agent 4 diary series, but all my ibis paint files have been lost. (I accidentally deleted it when I was clearing storage space.)
I will still try to add a new chapter as fast as I can, but it may take me a bit because I need to remake agent 4's icon, I need to find the splatoon font link again, and I may even need to re-download the side order emoji icons marina has in her diary.
thank you for reading!
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Welcome!
Hello! I am Aether! This is my blog dedicated to age regression posts about my dear comfort character, Dark Cacao Cookie. These will obviously be somewhat ooc, and will revolve around personal headcanons regarding Dark Cacao’s childhood and his age regression. Please keep it friendly and you can ask about him, and even some other characters that he has a connection with.
About me:
-My name is Aether
-I am a minor, so only sfw asks about myself
-I am autistic
-My special interests: Cookie Run Kingdom, Undertale, Hermitcraft
-My pronouns are they/them
-I am a weird kid
About Dark Cacao:
-He is quite old, but his regression age is usually around 2-5 years old
-He voluntarily age regresses only in the presence of someone he trusts, and when he isn't working. Otherwise, he is a moony age regressor and prefers to regress at night time
-He involuntarily age regresses only sometimes, after an event which he can't cope with very well (or simply after too much stress) in which case, he's more likely to regress to an age of 4-7 years old
-His caretakers include: The other ancients (when they can), Dark Choco, and the Second Watcher/Coffee Swirl
-He likes quiet spaces and wooden toys
-Hates bright colours
-Likes to watch documentaries about hunting
-Likes to watch cartoons such as Steven Universe and My Little Pony (gen 4)
-Is autistic
-Likes to wear onesies with stars on them
Please Interact:
Cookie Run: Kingdom fans
Age Regressors
Caretakers
Dark Cacao Cookie fans
Dark Choco Cookie fans
LGBTQIA+
Neurodivergent people
People of colour
Do Not Interact:
NSFW
Those who use Agere as a kink
Sexist
Homophobic/Transphobic
Racist
MAP/Pedophile
Age Regression antis
Ableist
ab/dl +varients
dd/lg +varients
Please note: I am not an age regressor myself, though I do think it deserves more attention and more care. If anyone who knows more about age regression would like to correct me on something, please do! I do not mean any harm whatsoever :)
Have a good day!
#dark cacao cookie#cookie run kingdom#age regression#age regressor#blog intro#introductory post#please read!
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IMPORTANT !! Username change + side blog + more
moonlightbvcky here !! If you can’t already tell, I’ve changed my username! And I’ll be moving all my fandom related things to my side blog @moonlightbvcky (I couldn’t let go of the username I love it too much)
I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile, I felt like most of my following on this blog didn’t really care about my fav fandoms therefore I felt like I couldn’t reblog everything I wanted. So now with this new side blog, I can reblog what ever my lil fandom heart desires! That being said, I still will reblog Sebastian content on this blog from time to time because I can!
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Hi guys! This is the last post I will make about this.
Stella, your victim complex is frightening.
Stella, If you saw my post (which clearly you did) you would realize that your post informs people about the exact same information in a way that paints you as a damsel in distress.
I did not DM you privately because I know that you did not create that banner as I’ve seen it on other blogs, therefore there is no need to message you privately about something that does not belong to you.
I’m going to bold this so you can understand, you’re not the only one using that banner. I reached out to my other mutual because my overall theme was inspired by her original creativity. I went out of my way with kindness to acknowledge you, I didn’t have to do that. And honestly? I wish I didn’t because if I hadn’t been nice enough to inform you, you would’ve never known! Had you spoken with me I would’ve understood your discomfort and would’ve even offered to change my theme.
You express that “the mods and Kierra had a conversation behind my back.” Stella you said you didn’t want to speak with me? (seen in the picture below) You also claimed that I didn’t follow server rules by “not messaging you privately” because I never opened up that discussion to you with the expectation of it starting a problem. This problem didn’t start with me approaching you, it started when you took this to dash, which me and Bria expressed to you.
As for my message to you, I will not apologize. I don’t sub post. When I feel something towards someone I will inform them and I did just that, how you take it is your business. I was direct and forward with you. Yes, my response to your passive aggressiveness was passive aggressive. I can rightfully admit that, unlike you who chose to gloss over it after Bria and I both discussed that with you.
Stella, I’m no longer explaining myself further, your post painted you to be a victim in a way mature adults will see past. Thank you for saving me that time since I don’t need to explain myself much further after your post!
I am a creator as much as I am human, I open my space to all who shall be welcome! This incident was meaningless, and I’m sorry that it even got this far.
I wish Stella nothing but the best, and please do not send her any hateful or harmful messages, I’m sure your next theme will be just as beautiful as the one that caused all of this juvenile trouble :)
Thank you,
Kierra
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These critters are waiting to get a new home. You might be the right possible owner for one of them!
Rules before adopting!
Only 1 adopt per person! Lets play fair for everyone okay?
You cannot be anonymous when you wanted to adopt a pokemon! I turned off the anonymous ask option by the way.
How it works? Suggest a pokemon! But please, legendaries are not available to be adopted normally. (Except for mewtwos or at some future possible events). However, mythicals are allowed, but not as frequent as other pokemons.
Im also a human who ran this blog but had also real life business such as most peeps. Dont rush me when it comes to fullfilling your adopt request
Only the asker of the adopt can claim the pokemon. Reply in the post you asked to claim! If they do not want to claim it, i will see what i'll do with the pokemon later.
No NSFW/Fetish/Kink blogs are allowed interact! If i found one, i'll give an instant block.
Rules may update some time soon, in the meantime... Happy Adopting!
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Welcome to this absolute mess of a blog!
I'm sayu/blue (no preference) and nicknames are always welcome, I also use any pronouns it really doesn't matter go wild! I post whatever I feel like, mainly around my hyperfixes I also reblog a lot so apologies. I'm constantly trying to hit the post limit, and I've done it at least three times by now.
As for content I reblog/post it usually consists of: star wars, pokemon, persona, resident evil, haikyuu, dc comics and anything else I'm probably hyperfixating on so take that as you will!
Fair warning, I constantly complain about my immune system like my life depends on it
I don't mind if you: refer to me as your favourite (blank), make jokes at my expense, notification/message spam I actually encourage this so go wild please, if we're friends joke about my health I joke about it you're allowed to do the same!
Please don't: ship me with minors or anyone who hasn't consented to it (as unbelievable as it as, I am 18 and consent is key please respect it), act genuinely parasocial with me, randomly send me your address that's Internet safety 101 buddy!
My dms are always open, and feel free to ask for my discord! I always like meeting new people, and making new friends! I'm social yet shy. If you get past my abandonment issues and somewhat existing trust issues, you'll be like a sibling to me.
I do have an account for when I'm in post limit jail and it is called @sayurambles
Some days, I'll respond faster than others. Please keep in mind: I'm autistic, have bad acid reflux, migraines and a weak immune system among other things. But it is much easier to contact me on discord! I'm not scary and I'm friendly, I don't bite! :)
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It's a raffle in Hell baby, and all the prizes are comin up me! ;)
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My dear followers! Please read this!
From today i start writing fanficts for tokyo revengers! And no im still gonna do roleplay but i'll also write fanficts, you can sends asks for fanficts!
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