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gildedmuse · 1 year

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Despite all appearances otherwise, I'm still (like barely) alive. I'm actually all caught up with the anime right now and there is just so much I've been needing to scream into the electronic void talk about. (I've even got screenshots/gifs for most of it, it's just a matter of finding a time when work doesn't drain every inch of my health by the end of day.)

But I didn't stop by to complain! No, I just wanted to share a minor clip from one of the more recent episodes. Nothing big or spoilery or anything, promise. It's just this small, otherwise unimportant, entirely missable scene....

You know, the one with Zoro being so unbelievably sexy that I haven't once stopped thinking about it in DAYS.

Just look at him! That smirk! (Are they sure Enma is the sharpest blade because that smile could cut right through a Mihawk's cold, haki infused heart.) Actually, you don't even have to look at him, that voice alone is easily more powerful than Gears 1 through 3 (and hey, I won't claim it could take on the god-like powers of Gear 4, we don't really have enough material to judge. Oh, here's an idea! Let's put them both in front of Law, see which one destroys him faster. I don't care if Gear 4 is Buggy-Bunny-But-The-Rock, The Rock still has to wind up his punches. But that look directed right at you? The devastation is likely immediate and irreversible.)

Like, the way he starts out almost defeated, the gravity and soberness in that initial "No" as he turns to face this seemingly unbeatable force. He's put the weight of Luffy's dream and the promise he's made to his captain on winning this battle, and taken along with how serious and direct he's been with Franky so far it helps create an expectation we're going to see that determined, unemotional, unbending Zoro from Thriller Bark or his battle with Kaido. He'll probably say something somehow very self centered while appearing selfless with that grave steeliness he gets when he's resolved against all odds like, "No, I have to do this alone" or "No, what good am I as a swordsman if I can't do this for my crew and our captain?" or if he wanted to go with the typical overly dramatic swordsman tone: "No, Luffy is trusting me - to defeat this man, and make him king of the pirates!" And we'd all swoon because even though Luffy's default introduction/greeting/phrase to yell out regardless of the circumstances is, "My name is Luffy D Monkey and I'm going to be the king of the pirates!" when it's someone else saying it, fans get all emotional. Especially if it's one of the core characters who has a reputation as being more mature or is typically more reserved and private or is, I don't know, someone who tends not to waste his breath correcting stupid people who are being stupid because what does Zoro he care what these nobodies think, Zoro he knows with unshakeable certainty that what Luffy says is true and has enough confidence in both his captain and his own abilities that other's opinions aren't worth addressing.

And even though Zoro turning all seriousness and focused marks some amazing moments in battles, the way that at the last second he is staring straight ahead at this natural disaster level foe and that smile just cuts across his face, completely slicing through that more serious mask Zoro sometimes wears to reveal that bloodlust and pure unadulterated love of the challenge is so absolutely gorgeous and perfect and satisfying.

Like, yeah, of course I love when Zoro gets all Business-Only, For-My-Crew-Name-And-Captain and just doesn't back down or lose focus because he understands this is something he has to do and only he can take on this fight. It fills me with so many, many emotions all of which Zoro is doggedly ignoring because it's all about The Fight but in my heart I know it's because he feels so much for his friends that he's decided that this is his role on the crew to act as both attack and guard dog and take/deal the hits they can't. Beautiful.

But man, oh, man, can anything beat when Zoro goes full "fucking brat who thought learning to hold a katana between his teeth and stumbling his way through a handful of forgettable bounties meant that when the worldwide champion, a warlord, a man so unmatched he's become bored of the very art he master just happened to be passing by he immediately thought to himself, yeah, I'm MORE than ready to kick this asshole off his throne. Hell, just last week I was stabbed and nearly killed by some shitty clown but look how that turned out. I can take on anyone, this bastard included. For fuck's sake he's only got one sword. Fucking amateur."? And whose sole reaction to having his chest sliced in half was, "yo, captain, if you've got a fucking problem with me being fucking UNSTOPPABLE speak up while you can because after this, it's all kicking ass all the time."?

Like, man, you are one cocky little idiot. Never change.

And he didn't.

#here #these are my feelings #have them to do with as you please #which lets be real is likely scroll passed them while thinking wtf its a 10 second clip how'd this bitch write an entire 5 paragraph essay?#well this bitch had a LOT of feeling about this clip and this scene and this arc and this show and this boy #(also a literature degree that ensures she can literally just produce full essays with 3 part thesis statements on any subject at any time)#(and will do so just for the fun of it. Oh she enjoys your eyerolls and attempts at apathy)#my thesis is as follows: the combination of natural talents & practiced skill can be seen in more than Roronoa Zoro's swordsmanship however #its reflected in aspects of the character: his more 'inherent' or childish personality and the later learned and practiced mature version #both of which he has nutured to become intense enough that a single look or short phrase can easily devastate the heart/soul #by being so fucking sexy #okay I might leave that last part out in a submited paper but only because it's the natural conclusion implied by the essay itself #one piece #roronoa zoro #wano arc #thought I should get in my actual useful tags while I had room #Zoro has one plan #and it's clearly to take someone to bed after defeating this asshole King guy #which he'll be doing with swords of course. oh yeah so really his actual plan?#swords #but just think of what that means for the after-party #I managed to sneak some MiZo ZoLaw & ZoLu in that post in which none of those other characters are mentioned/referenced/concerned/involved #impressed?#cause I mean actually then I would just assumed you haven't visited this blog before; don't bother looking around it's all this shameless #cyborg franky #king the wildfire #sword smirks #Zoro that smile is sharp enough to stab a man through the heart and the voice is so hot you could forge a meito over it #so yeah that is this post: shameless fangirlling this 10 second clip #I actually have this same reaction whenever Law smirks and says 'ROOOOM' or 'Shambles!' but I assume everyone does

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curiosityschild · 17 days

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I feel Bad

#am I getting sick?#I don't know I don't get sick often #I might just be tired and anxious but I'm tired and anxious a lot and it doesn't normally feel like this #and I have an audition 🫠 for the community theatre show this summer #which is Anastasia which is not a very good musical btw #I am wearing a dress and I do not like it #I just had my mom take a picture of me because I need a headshot and I #don't take pictures of myself #unless I look especially gay and that's not. what I need rn anyway #here's the thing about auditions #I will not get a main role #which is fine #so many talented women in my area wow #but I WILL be upset by this #even though I have been trying to talk myself down this whole time #and then I will get over it and have a great time this summer but like that short period of time is gonna suck real bad #also I was definitely singing better earlier in the week I cannot sing right now wtf #I feel miserable and unwell and ridiculous #and I am trying very hard not to make a mountain out of a mole hill because it's going to be FINE #I am trying not to catastrophize it's not working #I CAN'T cry it will ruin my voice #I did not practice enough I am going to forget the words #everyone is going to laugh at me in my stupid little black dress HATE #I don't even have pockets this sucks so bad #and I have preemptively chicked out of going to the pflag game night afterwards #AGAIN #cuz I just can't even though the proximity of the two events is why I chose this time slot #thought I was being fucking clever or something

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dumbseee · 5 months

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proud.

when you’re lando’s childhood best friend, and you reunite after becoming famous for your songs.

lando norris x singer!reader.

fc: beabadobee.

note: just a small update for you xx it’s very short and full of typos

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y/n: life recently.

fan1: QUEEN

fan2: she’s so beautiful pls

fan3: pls date me

fan4: I JUST GOT MY TICKETS FOR YOUR PARIS CONCERT

fan5: can’t wait to see you live!

fan6: i discovered her songs literally yesterday i’m so obsessed with her

fan7: MY LOVE

fan8: pls perform "pretty boy" in paris!!

fan9: are you in a relationship??

fan10: THE CUTEST OMGGGGG

fan11: voice of an angel fr

fan12: who is the lucky guy cmon you can tell us

fan13: i’m so jealous of whoever is the lucky guy

fan14: move she’s for the girls

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landonorris: suspense is over since i suck at being discreet and everyone and their mama saw me at y/n’s concert. BUT this post is dedicated to my one and only favourite singer EVER: y/n l/n. being proud is an understatement for what i feel when i see you rocking everything on stage. you are so talented and you’ve always been talented but i’m so happy to be able to see how amazing and cool you’ve became now. i’m so damn proud of my best friend, and i’m so thankful to have a whole album dedicated to me, like y’all wished it was you ehe. anyways, i love you y/n and thank you for letting me be a part of your journey. keep showing them who’s the boss, lil y/n.

fan1: IT WAS LANDO???

y/n: wtf is wrong with you, i’m literally next TO YOU DUDE??

landonorris: lmao and say all of this to your face? never.

fan2: what in the multiverse is this??

maxfewtrell: "best friend" my ass

fan3: lmao even max is not buying it

fan4: i REFUSE to believe those songs are about lando wtf

fan5: nooo this is so cute he’s so proud of her omg

fan6: childhood best friend to lovers when

fan7: you guys are in LOVE stop it

fan8: dude she wrote "you are in love" about YOU tf are you talking about friendship

fan9: DUDE LANDO NORRIS???

fan10: wasn’t on my bingo card y’all

fan11: is this a joke???

fan12: omgggg so cute

fan13: the post is so cute omg

#formula one #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 au #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x oc #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando x reader #lando norris #ln4

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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MCYT with artist reader and like R makes them art all the time weather it's using them as an art reference and having a bunch of doodles of them, or painting full portraits of them, or like painting pictures of their pets🪩🩷🥹🛸

ooooo I'm an artsy weirdo so here you go!!! thanks for the request ; also this is the day I figure out the ufo emoji existed

MCYT ; artsy reader

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, badlinu, nihachu, quackity, & foolish gamers

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

bro u got a whole sketchbook dedicated to doodles of him and his character versions in mc smps (dsmp, osmp, etc)

you love painting him in watercolors 🫶🫶

you made him a watercolor portrait thing with the HTBAB logo behind him, freddie & jack

he treasures the art you give him

literally frames it and hangs it on the wall or puts it on the shelves in his office

sometimes he'll take a picture of them and posts them w ur consent to show off your talent

"look what y/n made me 🫶" or "now wtf why can't I have this kind of talent?"

will chill out with you while you're drawing/painting etc

you go over to his parents house ONCE and make a family portrait + the dogs for them

that painting hangs above their fireplace, his parents look at it everyday

he does little drawing competitions with you on stream just to bond with you a bit and make you laugh

like the "we go back to school" video, the paint gets everywhere because of him LMAO

will straight up show off your sketchbooks on stream too

TUBBO

absolutely loves that you draw him

and the fact you have so much q!tubbo and sunny fanart 💔💔

he hangs all the physical art up around his house

you made a little oil pastel portrait of you two with tommy, freddie & molly under you like they were your kids 😭🙏

it hangs in a frame in his background so everyone watching stream can see it

he absolutely loves your character designs and your art style/s

you straight up animated the life by the sea music video as a little present for his birthday

took 5 months but you got it done 💪💪

genuinley rewatches it a million times

he posted it to his YouTube as well to show off your talent

adores watching you draw/paint in silence

and he loves posing for you to help you get a good reference

beware cause he'll start complaining after 30 seconds

RANBOO

absolutely loves showing off your art and praising you for it

you've made them so much genloss fanart

you even made them a few channel banners, especially after the rebrand (and they will never change them ever again omg)

gives you a bunch of ideas for drawing

you love drawing the lanky d!ranboo and gl!ran especially w the mask and wide arrangement of wires and stuff

you made a textured painting of genloss!ranboo and it sits on one of the shelves in his office

he's obsessed with touching it and feeling the paint

its like feeling the hours of work you put into it, something just for them

also loves posing for you

they will get so extravagant and unique with it LMAO

FREDDIE BADLINU

anything you make for him is a treasure

you made a little portrait of him and his closest friends, and it hangs on his bedroom wall where he can see it constantly

shows off your art and totally praises you for it

does silly poses for you to reference

you've made him a couple screensavers and stream starting soon pages

he absolutely loves your color pallettes good god

Freddie in acrylic paint>>>>>

"guys look at what my amazing partner made me today 🫶❤️"

sends you links to Instagram shorts or whatever to little crafts/ideas if you're having artist block

he finds a notebook full of sketches and random blurbs of/about him when you get bored and shit and have nothing better to do

absolutely head over heels because the fact you spend so much time making art of/for him, omg

if you bleach-paint shirts yk damn well he's wearing whatever you made him 24/7

NIKI NIHACHU

absolutely loves your character designs for her characters, they're all so unique and different and she loves it

your designs of osmp!niki are her favorite, considering she's literally a mermaid

the art you make with all her tattoos and piercings>>> omg

either totally adorable or totally badass

"more biker! niki bc she needs to learn how to bike rn... @/nikinihachu"

"amazing as always y/n/n 🫶 maybe I will..."

loves just quietly watching you do your thing

her and watercolor paints will never not be perfect

you make a whole mural for her because you got bored...

it's an abstract kind of goth-ish mermaid kinda thing on one of her office walls, and 'nihachu' spread across it in white, kinda cursive lettering, it's amazing

always making silly little doodles of her too

ALEX QUACKITY

cant even comprehend how talented you are

he always sees you drawing him and painting him and he's like "bro go touch grass u spend too much time thinking about me"

you also made a textured painting for Tiger

it's his prized possession, he loves it to much

almost broke down and cried when you gave it to him

loves looking at all the little doodles, drawings and character designs

his favorites are the ones of him with dynamic arm poses, even if you think they're bad

he thinks it adds a lot more personality and makes him look better LMAO

he loves and appreciates that you spend so much time on something about/for him, and so often as well

he looks so good in gouche paints that's all I'm saying

and in a kinda graffiti style as well omg

FOOLISH GAMERS

absolutely adores all the art you make of him

he'll even pose so you can get references and shit LMAO

him and watercolor paints... lord

AND COLORED PENCILS

any painting you've made for him is hung up on the wall

loves seeing your character designs for his dsmp/qsmp etc characters

he also shows them off online and points out all the cool things you've added and shit

even if it's just simple doodles of him, you'll add a splash of color w a marker or highlighter and he thinks it looks so awesome

you have post it notes all over your wall thatre just doodles of him and shit

you painted his shark logo on a giant canvas for him for a YouTube video

like 59 hours later you completed it and gave it to him as a birthday gift

he doesn't shut up about it after that

literally brags about it like he's a 15yo who just got a girlfriend for the first time before all his other friends

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #tommyinnit x reader #quackity x reader #ranboo x reader #badlinu x reader #tubbo x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #foolish gamers x reader #niki nihachu x reader #nihachu x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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bokutosbiceps · 5 months

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‘tis the season | kengan ashura

gaolang wongsawat/kanoh agito/kure raian/tokita ohma x gn!reader | fluff | ~1k words

warnings: some suggestive/18+ themes but nothing explicit + obviously cursing bc rai is involved my piece of shit man

a/n: welcome to my xmas special for the kengan boys !! as usual, i chose to write for my fav men. it was sooo hard to decide wtf raian would do because he would refuse to do any of these activities but i think what i chose fits him p well LOL.also I’M SORRY OHMA’S IS SO SHORT BUT I THINK IT’S CUTE, m’kay, so pls enjoy 🎄

18+ MDNI | under the cut for length

gaolang wongsawat finds going to the christmas market with you to be the perfect way to spend his evening. the first stop that you two will make, which is a must, is the coffee stall. he’ll pay for both of your coffees and tip the stall attendant just a little bit extra since he’s feeling the holiday spirit. then he’ll tuck his hands into his pockets and you’ll thread your arm through his and thus begins your journey through the stalls.

gaolang holds you close as you trudge through the market, appreciating all of the pretty stalls decorated with lights and tinsel. you two will stop at every single food stall, and gaolang insists on sharing all of his food with you. he thinks it’s cute the way that your smile reaches your eyes and scrunches your nose when you bite into something that’s hot and tasty.

otherwise, it’s mostly silent, save for the quiet murmur of the crowd around you and your excited comments at anything cute your eyes may land on. gaolang is silently taking note of these things, because he will be coming back to the market without you to buy you each and every one of whatever you showed any interest in.

kanoh agito is a man of many, many talents, including chopping down the christmas tree for your shared abode. you and kanoh make the long drive up to the mountains to pick out your tree, and you stand back and let your eyes rake over you man while he swings his axe against the poor tree of your choosing.

he sheds his coat and his long sleeve, leaving him only in a tank top to allow for full range of motion, spits into his hands, and grabs the axe like his life depends on it. agito, all rippling muscles, swings the blade of the axe against the tree like a pro, using his hips to add extra power into his swing until the tree is hanging on by a mere, woody thread.

“were you a lumberjack in a past life, babe?” you joke as you watch him tie the tree down to the hood of your car with twine.

“lumber…jack?” agito doesn’t stop what he’s doing but he throws a questioning glance over his shoulder at you. you giggle, remembering that this towering hunk of man still has much to learn about the world around him. you walk up to his side and give the twine a good tug to ensure that it’s secure before turning around and leaning your back against your car.

“don’t worry about it. you were just chopping down this tree like such an expert, i thought maybe you’d done this in a past life.” you watch as agito shrugs his layers of clothing back on and comes back over to you, leaning on the car next to you.

“i’m surprised you noticed my axe technique since you were too busy ogling me.” agito smirks at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. you gasp in fake embarrassment.

“i don’t know how i’m supposed to resist! you took off your coat on purpose!” you tease.

agito just chuckles and leans down to place a kiss to the top of your head, whatever you say, doll.

kure raian’s least favorite thing about moving back into kure village is the fact that he is required to decorate the house with christmas lights. erioh gets on his ass, starting in september, to remind him that he must decorate his villa to keep the village looking nice and uniform for the holidays.

“the fuck do i care about uniformity and niceties? we’re fucking assassins, not little ass elves.” raian grumbles as he untangles the string of lights. he continues to mutter and and whine while he fights with the cord and you’re watching in pure delight as you lay out the corny, tacky decorations you bought for the front yard.

raian brings the ladder down from the garage wall with one arm, his muscle flexing and relaxing as he brings it to the spot under the peak of the roof.

“get over here and hold the ladder for me.”

“can i get a please?” you raise your eyebrows at him, knowing full well you’re in dangerous territory as it is.

“i ask my bitch to do something for me and i get lip?” raian huffs a laugh, throwing his head back in an exaggerated manner. “just get over here before i lose my shit.”

you laugh and obey your husband, dutifully holding the ladder steady while he quickly and cleanly hangs the lights on the edge of the roof. you’re surprised at how efficiently raian works, and how it actually doesn’t look like shit when he’s finished.

“i’m proud of you, rai.” you smile at him and press a quick kiss to his lips when he comes down from the ladder. despite the annoyed frown on his lips, he’s quick to snake his arms around the small of your back as he looks up at the roof, seemingly proud of his work. he nods in satisfaction before turning back to you.

“now, why don’t we go back inside and you can show me just how proud you are, hm?” raian’s hand drifts down the small of your back till it reaches the top of your butt. you just shake your head and smack his hand away.

“we’ve still got the yard to decorate, stud.”

tokita ohma is okay with the holidays, because the holidays mean it’s gonna get cold, and the cold means you’re gonna turn on the fireplace, and turning on the fireplace means he will be napping by the fireplace. ohma really only finds it comfortable enough when you’re with him, though, so he’ll wait for whenever you’re not busy to pull you onto the carpet in front of the fireplace.

he wraps his body around you, tucking your head underneath his chin and bringing his knees up behind yours to effectively keep you trapped. lastly, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and pulls you backwards until you’re flush against his firm chest. he lets out a deep and content sigh, and you can imagine that his lips are curled upward into a soft smile as he closes his eyes.

“don’t leave, ‘kay?” he mutters before letting out another sigh. you chuckle softly at his request, wondering how on earth you’d ever even be able to escape the strong embrace of your lover. but it’s not like you’d want to anyways.

#gaolang wongsawat #gaolang #gaolang x reader #kanoh agito #kanoh agito x reader #kure raian #raian kure #kure raian x reader #tokita ohma #ohma #ohma x reader #kengan ashura #kengan omega

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isa-belle1367 · 26 days

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More desmond headcanons bc my blorb is scurrying around my head and won't leave.

Desmond develops chronic migraines from the animus like the really bad kind. The ones where you pass out and wake up in Pain™️

Desmond is weirdly good at singing, but he never tells anyone, and most of the time, when he sings around others, he does it ironically, so one day he is just humming a song and everyone is like "WTF YOU CAN SING?"

Des starts picking up odd habits from his ancestors, such as refusing to step into a room with his left foot (edward) or running his tongue along his scar.

He 100% blames himself for not getting clay out of the animus

Is creepily flexible, like to a concerning degree.

He strikes me as a language nerd he def has duolingo, and even before the animus, he knew like 15 different languages

He climbs walls (yes, I was a wall climber as a kid, yes I am projecting rn)

ADHD DESMOND

He once got a 70 year old bottle of whiskey from a "friend" from the bar, and he absolutely shows it off every chance he gets.

He has connections to gangs and has gone on bike rides with them.

He can't do basic math to save his life if someone puts a multiplication problem in front of him, he short circuits.

He starts getting really bad nose bleeds from the animus, scares the crap out of everyone.

Definitely knows how to flirt like FLIRT can turn the straightest of men gay for a night if need be. It just gets worse after going through ezios' memories.

Has a list of really weird talents but can't do basic tasks like, yeah, you can dislocate your shoulder and pop it back into place, but can you cook eggs without burning them🤨

Terrible at cooking (95% sure his food is banned under the Geneva Conventions)

Can't walk in a straight line he is the friend who bumps into 1000 times a minute while walking down the side walk.

He is weirdly silent, like even before the animus thing, he is always weirdly quiet like silent footsteps can't hear his breathing etc. He dosent mean to it just happens

The only training that really stuck from the farm was the stealth training it was also his favorite subject to work on he probably hated hand to hand combat.

He has never filed taxes a day in his life, but the IRS could never track him down. He honestly doesn't even know he supposed to be paying them. The IRS has a meltdown over this.

Ok, I think this was enough to satisfy the itch in my brain. I'm gonna go to bed, know I might post a one-shot about the IRS one tomorrow. Idk

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #head canons #i personally would like to point out the taxes one #lucy mentions them #and hes like “who?”#and shes like “have you never paid taxes??”#and he is just so confused like “wtf are taxes?”#everyone loses their mind over this

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clementine-writes-things · 1 month

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Can you write a oneshot of what you think a first date with riddler would be like? (And maybe possibly somehow if I may suggest go a little smut)

Ooo! (That just autcorrected to poo wtf) This idea sounds so cute! :) I don't usually like having y/n and the fanfic character having sex on the first date, but I'll give them some background and stuff so it's not like meaningless sex yk? You'll see <3 Hope you like this! sorry if it's short or fast paced, juggling a bunch of things in life rnnnn! I hope I made it how you wanted it to be :( <3 xoxo

Summary: The Riddler (Edward Nygma) takes y/n out on a date after working up the confidence to ask them. He taps into his romantic side and makes it a sweet little date. But uh, things get a little hot and heavy when y/n calls him 'The Riddler'. Y/n doesn't want Ed to hesitate, they want him to show them who he really is.

Content Warning: Explicit language, smut, dom!Riddler, egotistical!Riddler, sub!Reader, HEAVY dirty talk, ed likes being called riddler, unprotected sex, oral reader!receiving, praising, aftercare, degrading, power/criminal kink?(y/n and riddler both think it's hot that he's a criminal and they're dating him)

Word count(not including summary and stuff): 2,768 (shorter than what I usually write I'm sorry! <3)

Songs for Inspo:

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

MONTAGEM PR FUNK - S3BZS (run the first 4 lines thru google translate to see just how SEXUAL this song is...hehe..)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE - Lumi Athena

THIRST FOR ME! - Lumi Athena

Lacrimosa - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Ride - Sir-Mix-A-Lot

(bro said ":P")

'I'll leave your ass burning...'

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Y/n and Edward had been friends for over a decade. The two of them went to the same school together as kids. Back then, they were inseparable, and that applied to how they were in the present as well. After Edward went into his life of crime, y/n knew they shouldn't stay friends with him. But, they couldn't stay away from him. Over the years, they suddenly realized that they weren't just friends. They loved each other. Edward, wanting to act on this, decided to ask y/n out on a date. And, much to his delight, they said yes.

Edward heard a knock at the door of his Riddle Factory.

"Edward? It's me, y/n." They said.

Quickly, he went to the door and opened it up. Letting them in, he closed the door behind them. He smiled, taking in their appearance. They wore (self insert). They looked amazing in the green light of his factory.

"Oh, Edward! It's beautiful!" Y/n said.

A table was set up, a white table cloth draped over it. Food, that looked like it was just prepared, sat on plates. A few candles were lit, illuminating the scenery, allowing y/n to see more of the area. Edward pulled out a chair, gesturing for them to sit down. Once they did, he pushed their chair in, sitting down as well.

"Well, I'll settle for nothing less than perfect for you, y/n." He replied.

"Edward Nygma, you're quite the charmer for a criminal mastermind." They giggled.

"I'm a man of many talents, what can I say?"

"And so humble!" They added sarcastically.

"Oh shush. Go ahead, eat. The food will get cold."

The two of them started to eat, the candle light creating a soothing atmosphere. Y/n took a bite of their salad, a blush covering their face when they looked up and saw Edward looked at them. Y/n jokingly covered their face with their hands, shielding them from his gaze. He chuckled, leaning forward and pushing them aside gently.

"There are plenty of things to look at in here, Ed." They smiled, taking a bite of their food again.

"Yes, but none as beautiful as you."

Y/n's eyes widened, taking a sip of water. They felt their face get hot quickly. Edward's gaze remained on them, breaking eye contact occasionally to take a bite of his food.

"This is really good, Ed. Thank you."

"Of course, y/n. I'm glad you like it. I figured making you dinner for a first date would be a good idea." He said.

"Mmm, that and if you go out in public you might get caught..?"

"That too. But, mainly the first point." He smiled a toothy grin.

The two of them continued to eat their dinner, smiling at each other every now and then. Eventually, the two of them finished up, Edward taking their plates and cleaning up everything. Y/n had insisted on helping, but he wouldn't let them. While they waited, they looked around, taking in the layout of the place.

"Where do you sleep? I don't see a bed anywhere." Y/n commented.

"Hm? Oh, it's upstairs." He replied as he finished cleaning.

"Why? You wanna see it?" He asked suggestively.

"Hm, maybe. That depends, what's gonna happen if I do?" They asked, grabbing his tie.

"Well, you are in my Riddle Factory. Maybe I'll ask you a few riddles?"

"Oh, exciting! My favorite type of foreplay! I love teasing my brains g-spot." They joked, laughing.

"Oh, haha. You're very funny. You're in my house. You expect me not to ask riddles?"

"Mmm, I guess that's true...Riddler..." They whispered in his ear.

Edward's eyes widened.

"Oh, y/n. You're starting something that you won't be able to finish until I let you..."

"And what if that's what I want, Riddler?"

Edward grabbed their shoulders, pushing them against the wall behind them. Instantly, he slammed his lips against theirs. He felt y/n's hands slither behind his neck, tugging gently at his hair. He groaned into the kiss, grabbing their hips and lifting his knee in between their legs. Y/n moaned, feeling his leg brush against the place they wanted him most.

"God, I've wanted to hear you moan forever." He gasped.

"Likewise..."

Without saying anything, Edward picked y/n up and brought them up the stairs, albeit with a little struggle since he wasn't exactly buff. Once they were up the stairs, Edward dropped y/n down on the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it on the ground. Y/n wasted no time, discarding all of their clothing until they were left in only their panties. Edward groaned, removing the rest of his clothes as well. Grabbing his hat, he went to toss it to the side, but was stopped by y/n.

"Leave it on..."

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked, placing it back on and crawling on top of them.

"Because, it reminds me of who you are..."

"And what is that, y/n?"

"A criminal..."

Edward smirked, trailing his hand down, grabbing their breast in his gloved hand. Y/n moaned, eyes gazing up into his. He chuckled, leaning down close to their ear.

"And you find it hot? Does knowing what I do make you wet?" He whispered.

"Oh, fuck...yes..."

"Hmm, and here I was thinking you were going to be vanilla. Now, you're underneath me, wanting me, The Riddler, to fuck you. Is that right?" He grinned.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. You're my best friend, Edward. I love you so much. But, I know you aren't just Edward Nygma anymore. And I don't care. I love you regardless. I want you to show me who you've become." Y/n said, hand holding his cheek.

"I love you too, y/n. I always have. But, are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Edward nodded, taking a deep breath. Letting it out, he balanced himself on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair. Y/n watched him, smiling to themself. After fixing the position of his hat, he adjusted his green-tinted glasses. His dark, almost black, gloves hid the veins that were subtly popping out of his hands.

"Who am I?" He asked, looking down on them with his dark eyes.

Y/n smiled, sitting up straight. Slowly, they brought a hand up to his bare chest, running a finger down it. Their finger trailed all the way down to his v-line, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

"The Riddler..."

The Riddler groaned, pushing them back against the bed. He leaned over them, planting kisses all over their skin. Wherever he could place his lips, he did. Y/n moaned after every kiss due to him biting at their skin every time. He trailed the kisses down to their waist, just above their panties. As he looked up at them through his tinted glasses, a small smirk tugged at his lips. He grabbed them and ripped them off, the fabric tearing as he did so.

"Hey wh-!"

"Shut up, I'll buy you more. I'm the fucking Riddler. I've got more money than you know."

"Oh? So you're gonna spoil me?" They smiled.

"I guess you could say that..." He grinned.

Diving between their legs, The Riddler wrapped his mouth around their center. Y/n moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. He groaned, sucking and licking as he held their thighs down with his gloved hands.

"Oh fuck, Riddler!"

He groaned, biting down firmly on their clit before pulling away. Y/n groaned, upset at the loss of contact. That groan turned into a whine as Riddler blew gently against them, causing them to buck their hips up. He grinned, leaning down to look at them. Using his thumb, he wiped up their arousal off around his mouth, licking it off as he did so. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"How'd that feel, huh?"

"So f-"

"That was rhetorical question, I know how it felt. They way you tried to fuck my face was all the proof I needed." He grinned.

He leaned into their neck, biting at it harshly. Y/n whined, legs wrapping around his lower back. Their hands reached up, one grabbing at the back of his neck and the gripping onto his shoulder. Riddler continued to bite, suck, and lick at their neck. Every time he stopped, it was to check how the hickeys looked. If he thought it wasn't dark enough, he'd get back to work. Y/n's skin got too sensitive, trying to instinctively pull away. He noticed this and wrapped his hand around their throat, keeping them in place. He groaned against their skin.

"You aren't moving until I finish putting my mark on you." He ordered.

"Oh fuck, it's too much!"

"I'm almost done. Stop squirming."

With one more harsh bit, Riddler pulled away tugging their skin. Y/n whimpered, putting a hand against their neck. He leaned down, moving the hand and kissing over the hickeys he made. Each kiss was gentle and caring.

"People need to know you're mine. I'm the Riddler. If I want something, I take it. And I want you. And I know damn well you want me too, don't you?" He spat, grabbing their jaw.

"Y-Yes, Riddler! I d-do!"

"You look pathetic under me. You're so desperate for me to fuck you, right? Tell me. I wanna hear you beg for The Riddler to fuck you. Beg for me to dick you down in my own bed." He demanded, pinching their nipple.

"Oh fuck! Yes, I do! I want you to fuck me so bad Riddler. Please, I can't take it anymore!" They whined, trying to pull him closer to them.

Pieces of hair hung in his face, falling out from under his hat. His chest was heaving heavily, sweat glistening from the heat their bodies were radiating. His eyes were full of desire and love behind the glasses he wore. Even though he was the Riddler, he still had love in his heart. And, he intended to show that.

"Fucking....fuck. Fuck! I could listen to you beg all day. Especially when you look so ready underneath me." He groaned.

Y/n watched as he slowly removed his boxers. Their eyes widened as his dick popped out. Grabbing his boxers, he threw them across the room, not caring where they went. He bent back down, grabbing y/n's legs and propping them over his shoulders. Y/n watched in awe as he looked down on them, a seductive smirk on his face. Without a warning, he shoved the entirety of his dick inside of them with a quick and rough thrust. Y/n, caught off-guard and overwhelmed by the sensation let out a harsh moan, slowly evolving into a scream. Riddler gripped their hips, using it to stabilize himself as he continued to plow into them.

"Shit, look at you. Letting a damn criminal fuck you like this?" He moaned, mouth slightly agape.

"N-Not just any criminal. The Rid-Riddler..." Y/n moaned, head thrown back.

"Oh, you fucking...shit...that's fucking right. The Riddler is dicking you down right now, you should feel fucking privileged!" He groaned, glasses sliding off his nose.

"I do!"

"And how does he feel? How's he feel deep inside you?" He asked, pushing his glasses up quickly.

"S-So.."

Riddler picked up his pace, wrapping his arms around y/n and picking them up. He sat down on the bed, setting them on his lap, dick inside them the whole time. Grabbing their hips, he slammed them down on him, thrusting up into them as well. Y/n started choking on their words, indecipherable words coming out in whines and moans. The Riddler watched them as they bounced up and down on top of him.

"What's the matter? Can't get a fu-fucking thought out when my cock is inside you?" He spat.

"F-Feels so go-good..." They managed to choke out.

"Tell me something I don't kno- fucking shit - know." He stuttered in between thrusts.

"I'm g-gonna..."

The Riddler picked them up, standing up with their legs wrapped around his waist. His dick was still inside them as he placed them against the table near his bed. He flipped them over, bending them over the table. He grabbed the front of their neck, pulling them towards him as he railed into them from behind.

"Not until I say so you aren't!" He demanded.

"Fuck! More!" They moaned.

"God, you want more? Fu-Fucking slut...fine..."

Grabbing them once again, he pulled them off his dick. Y/n whined before he dropped them on the bed. As if they knew what to do, they got on their hands and knees, ass stuck up in the air. Riddler groaned, shoving their head down completely into the mattress as he fucked into them, making sure to go down at an angle. Y/n was moaning into the mattress, deafening just how loud they really were.

"You wanted more. So take it. You're gonna take everything The Riddler gives you!" He moaned, bending over and kissing their back.

"I w-wanna cum!" Y/n pleading, trying to back their ass up into him.

"Oh f-fuck, alright. Yo-You've earned it..."

He pulled out, grabbing y/n's hips and gesturing for them to sit on his face. Once they did, he put his hands on their ass, moving them back and forth against their mouth. His eyes were closed, focusing on using his tongue to get them to their orgasm. Y/n leaned over, grabbing the headboard of the bed for stability as they let out a long and erotic moan, slowly turning into a whine as they orgasmed. The Riddler groaned, sucking up every drop he could. Once he finished, he pushed them off. His chin glistened with their release, his tongue flicking out and gathering up the excess. Reaching forward, he grabbed y/n's head and put them directly over his dick.

"Suck. I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, y/n."

Without hesitation, y/n opened their mouth and started bobbing up and down. The Riddler moaned, leaning back and gripping the headboard just like y/n had done. He watched, eyes heavy and lustful as his dick disappeared inside their mouth over and over again.

"Fuck, you're gonna sw-swallow every bit, understand?"

Y/n nodded, sucking at his tip. He moaned, grabbing a fistful of their hair and slammed them down fully. His face contorted, mouth opening and eyes squinting as he felt his orgasm approach. He muttered over and over to himself as he released inside their mouth.

"I'm The Riddler. I'm The fucking Riddler..."

Y/n pulled off of his dick, swallowing the contents in their mouth. He grinned, grabbing their jaw and yanking them towards him. Using his thumb he pried open their mouth. They stuck out their tongue. He saw that they had swallowed every drop like he ordered.

"Oh my, good job angel..."

Gently, he grabbed their shoulders, pulling them down to lay flat against his chest. His chest heaved, causing y/n to move up and down. The two of lied there for a while, catching their breath from the intimate exchange that just took place. The Riddler sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before rolling y/n off of him gently.

"Can I call you Ed now, hm?" They teased.

He nodded, removing his hat, placing it on the nightstand next to him. Y/n giggled, grabbing Edward's glasses and wearing them. He rolled his eyes, snatching them back.

"I can't see without those, thank you very much. Do you need me to fuck you again?"

"You're too tired to fuck me again."

"Of course I'm tired. I just fucked you into another dimension." He sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"You're definitely right about that. Holy shit..." Y/n sighed, chest still heaving.

Edward got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, turning around he gestured for y/n to follow him. They glared at him, flipping him off. Ed furrowed his eyebrows, confused, but then chuckled.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to break your legs. Let's go take a bath together, angel."

He walked over to them and picked them up. Carrying them in his arms, he walked into the bathroom. Y/n tapped his shoulder, causing him to stop. They pointed at the mirror.

"I want to see the hickey!" They smiled.

Edward's eyes widened.

"Uh, well I may have gone a bit overboard..." He trailed.

Y/n tilted their neck to the side, their mouth agape. On their neck, though spotty and a little distorted, was the shape of a question mark. Edward leaned down, kissing them on the head. Y/n looked up at him, a blush scattered on their cheeks.

"I wanted everyone to know who loves you..."

#fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #writers #fanfic #edward nygma #the riddler #dc universe #gotham #riddler smut #edward nygma smut

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My Honest Thoughts on KaySun after Episode 62 🖤

I Can Excuse Bad Characters, But Not Bad Writing

Another ride. I’ve gathered myself and my thoughts up to once again marvel at the bad writing this show has. It’s only saved by KaySun’s chemistry thanks to Taro and Beril’s talents.

Before I begin, I want to say that all these are my own opinions, and I don’t think I’m a 100% right so I welcome other people’s opinions as well. Next, I don’t watch this show religiously—I only look at Kaya and Suna’s scenes, and even then I don’t watch it on the official channel live.

I also want to say I can excuse bad characters, but I cannot excuse bad writing.

I also wish the characters acted logically instead of for the sake of the plot and whatever politics goes behind the scenes (who is your backer, Buce? Onur?) but yeah.

Anyway, let’s start.

Bad Writing

Suna has been OOC for the most part; unfortunately, now, Kaya is as well. The cheating thing was too abrupt. The reason why I take issue with this is because characters are supposed to be driven by the motivations set up by them by the writer. The sudden, illogical changes in Kaya’s and Suna’s characters show that the writer is making them act out of character only 1) for the sake of the plot, 2) to be used as collateral for SeyFer parallels, and 3) to bring in the shock value and retain reytings—a cheap OGM move, because now the story is bad and has lost its value.

I will not excuse Kaya’s and Suna’s behavior. However, I wish they showed us that they were capable of doing such things early on instead of making them OOC. It’s giving me whiplash.

Kaya’s Cheating

I want to say, I hope this is an AsLaz (Yabani) and EsZan (Aşk Mantık İntikam) situation wherein the guy was flat out drunk / drugged and nothing actually happened. But even before that, he was being friendly and basking in Pelin’s attention. Granted, she’s a childhood friend, and he needed someone to talk to—but not someone to flirt with.

I hate how OOC Kaya is. You do not write someone to be a loser in love, who is a stickler for loyalty and protecting his wife, only to throw it all out the window for the sake of a cheap parallel plot. I wish they hinted at Kaya having a roving eye during his marriage with Suna. I would be able to swallow the plot more. However, they doubled down, making him very ideal and loyal, only for him to suddenly “cheat” on her after she acts a bit strange after…4 days? After he was waiting for her to call him?

The fact that he did it with Pelin (and not Pırıl—wtf happened to that plot, anyway?) irks me as well because he knows how Suna feels about Pelin. Maybe Kaya was really drunk (we know he gave up drinking after his ONS with Pırıl), but again, it doesn’t excuse his behavior. And it’s a slap to our faces to see him cuddling in bed with Pelin when we didn’t even get that post-halver scene with Suna.

I want to retain the hope that nothing is as it seems and it’s all an elaborate ploy by Pelin—she will blackmail him for sure, I just know it. I feel he will bring her to the mansion under the guise of protecting her from Serter, and maybe Seyran will beat her up. But I’m not taking my chances.

What do I think will happen next? I do hope Kaya shows remorse and guilt, I do hope he grovels for Suna. I think KaySun will be happy together for a bit before she finds out. However, there are alternative theories in the fandom that 1) He will fall for Pelin for real with his savior complex and make her an official mistress, and/or 2) Pelin gets pregnant. Personally, I don’t see any of those things happening, but who knows with such illogical, poorly planned writing? (Also, no one has sex like 4 days after a miscarriage and a C-section. The same way a loyal man won’t do a 180 after fighting for his wife for 4 days).

Suna’s Destiny

I think I’ve made my thoughts on Suna’s fortune telling arc quite clear in this other post, so I’ll try to keep this short.

We can see her waking up in this episode (we also see that İfakat was behind this sht). But unfortunately, her change of heart came too late—because Kaya has now potentially done something irredeemable?

I am also mad at how OOC Suna is because she’s clearly sane but SO illogically affected by a fortune teller. Make it make sense! She is so dumb (she used to be smart, anxiety-riddled but smart) and she is blaming the fortune teller for ruining her life, when it’s all her fault for misinterpreting everything. No one forced her to interpret things a certain way lmfao. She acted (OOC) of her own volition.

It’s such a huge step back from her character development. I hate seeing regression without reason or payoff. Once again, bad writing—she is acting weird because the plot demands her to, when the original character profile for Suna would never.

I know people are saying she cheated on Kaya emotionally for a teensy tiny moment when she rubbed foreheads with that fck@$$ driver. And yes, she was wrong! I’m not justifying her! But Kaya fcking someone else while still married to her was even worse imo.

I think she’s definitely going to try to make it up to Kaya in the next episodes, even though they haven’t closed the fortune teller arc yet. She’ll probably even want a kid. Will Kaya avoid her this time, out of guilt? Or will he hide what he did and carry on like nothing happen? (I really refuse to believe Kaya will make Pelin a full-time mistress, and I hope I am not wrong). Again, we might get happy KaySun and even halvet 2.0 (we cheered) and then when Suna gets pregnant with a son, she’ll find out about Kaya’s infidelity. Idk, we still have 11 episodes left until the finale on June 7, 2024.

KaySun Endgame

I hate to say this, but they will dig us out of the grave with minimal payoff and then make us endgame. As long as they want us to parallel SeyFer. And as long as Taro and Beril don’t leave the cast (and honestly, why would they, when KaySun trends always and has launched them a lot career-wise?), I am sure they will be 100% endgame. (But at what cost?) It’s unfortunate it had to happen this way, but yeah.

Another thing is Taro and Beril are finally doing promotion together. Maybe because Beril got rid of Ersh!t (rumor has it he’s dating the actress who plays the maid the show), and now they’re free to post like the besties they are. I truly do love and admire Taro and Beril’s professionalism, talent, and friendship. And someone pointed out how he posted about the important girls in his life—he included his mom, his pet dog Lila, and Beril, his co-star. They’re honestly so sweet and I love how wholesome their friendship is. Their chemistry and talent shouldn’t go to waste; I sincerely hope that they reunite it a hot digital project in the future, just like Boran and Miray did for HiLeon and HelSav. I want KaySun 2.0 to be better, too!

Also, Taro and Beril posting more photos just feels very genuine—and not just because my girl Beril is finally free. I also feel they’re trying to get us to continue to have hope for KaySun. Though I think they should demand a better plot too, but they’re too professional for that maybe.

I’ll definitely continue watching on the timeline, and I’ll root for Taro and Beril and KaySun happy ending always. But still! This is such clownery, and such new lows even from the most misogynistic production in diziland. I just pray they give us KaySun’s happy endgame.

Final Thoughts

Once again, I hate how OOC KaySun became, and I hope they fix this plot and make it so that what seemed to happen was not what really occurred. Wish they could be redeemable.

I pity Asuman…that guy is gonna blackmail her for money. (Also, Asuman would never sleep with a guy she just met. Wtf?)

I hate how the whole Yalı fcked eo during Ramadan except for KaySun. I don’t know why YÇ hates one of their most popular ships so much, but then again, it’s OGM. They hate women, logic, and happiness.

Binnur Kaya is a talented veteran actress, and I’m not surprised she is leaving, given how underutilized she was on the show. I hope we get a good final arc with Nunu and Kaya, but they barely fleshed out imo. (Why would she give her share to Orhan when he will steal it? 💀) I can’t blame the actress for departing, though Birsen did hint she is open to come back for S3.

I can’t believe I had to witness this during Lent. I have always been a good Catholic, but this show has made me turn to God and prayer more than ever. 🙏🏻

KaySun endgame, but at what cost?

Thanks for reading my thoughts. They may be muddled, but at least they were logical and slightly organized. 🧿🙏🏻

#dizi #kaysun #beril pozam #taro emir tekin #yali capkini #yalı çapkını

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Flight of Icarus Spoilers and Opinions - Hellcheer Version

Just my thoughts on the Hellcheer crumbs in the book. I wanted to write it short and just for myself, but it became longer so I thought I'll share it with people who might be interested.

I haven't rewatched S4 and I haven't processed Eddie's characterisation as intense as fanfic writers so maybe I can be wrong here and there, but this is just my opinion. This is not too organised, sorry, I'm sleepy lol

I think the fact that Eddie thought Chrissy was just another conformity-loving cheerleader girl fits his character. Eddie has formed his prejudice to jocks rock-solid since forever here, thus skipping her existence until then.

Chrissy may have been pressured to behave as the perfect cheerleader too so far, but the sweet Chrissy can't just stay quiet when the jocks harass Gareth. Chrissy is different, thus Eddie notices her again.

I love it when Eddie says "straight teeth". Maybe I overanalyse it, but that just symbolises that Eddie is far too stuck up in his prejudiced thinking. Because Chrissy - by coincidence because I'm sure the production casted Grace without taking account of her appearance - doesn't have what society called "perfect teeth". I don't know if the writer wrote that deliberately, but I think that's interesting? Just symbolises even further that Chrissy is actually not the cliche cheerleader girl he thought of.

I don't think of this book as absolute canon, but based on this, my headcanon is Eddie notices Chrissy more and more from then on (or after the book time (I haven't finished the book lol)) and as a result, he respects cheerleaders and has a soft spot for them, which is why he was kind to the cheerleaders in the cafeteria scene.

About him not remembering her until then, as much as I love the "Eddie has a crush on Chrissy since middle school" fanon, I think it's understandable that he didn't clock her or remember her until then. He got a life after middle school, I guess. But since in the show, Eddie called the talent show "hangout", the writer should have shown that thought process in the book. Or like emphasising more that this is a significant moment for him. But maybe I'm just asking for too much lol Hellcheer is canon but not "canon" anyway.

I like that the writer emphasises subtly Jason's...craziness, to foreshadow his character and what he is capable of doing.

As I have said before, I like the talent show background story. Lots of Hellcheer writers have written a similar version of their own, so it's very familiar. It also foreshadows Chrissy's struggles with her parents (as the writer should, what a missed opportunity if not). I can't make up my mind yet about Chrissy's "hungry jealousy" at Eddie's dad being late though.

We don't know much about Chrissy's dad. I love her fanon dad's characterisation fans based on the vision, but this makes me wonder if there's so much more about her dad. But I think fanon is not that far off, seeing the "blank-faced" Philip Cunningham at her daughter being lectured by the abusive Laura ("grabbing her shoulder and yanking her to the door" wtf??????? Chrissy Protection Squad, go go go!!!)

The fact that middle school Eddie immediately says sorry to Chrissy pointing at her mum tells me that he realises Chrissy's struggles intuitively. I love that Chrissy immediately opens up to Eddie with that "me too" and "like a secret she never told anyone". Just like 20-year-old Eddie sees through her and 18-year-old Chrissy opens up to him at the picnic table.

Well, I love Steve Harrington and his cameo. I like that it is implied that Jason is kinda scared of him lol

I'm overanalysing again but I love that Jason immediately pulls Chrissy away the moment she starts to defend Eddie. Just shows that Jason is that asshole who wants Eddie to...hm, get executed(? lol) no matter what, just like how he is in S4. But maybe it's more likely so that Chrissy won't tell the truth, hah.

#flight of icarus opinions #kris'#hellcheer #flight of icarus spoilers

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coffeebanana · 11 months

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Thanks for the tag @ladyofthenoodle and @kasienda

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, although my middle name is a family name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I think a few weeks ago? I watched "Everything, Everywhere, All at Once" and KJBSDFKBJD. Like that movie is such a fun mix of WTF is even going on craziness and contemplating the point of existence and exploring complicated family feelings and the end is weirdly heartwarming--particularly the interactions between the mother and daughter, which is what really got me. And I was watching with one of my best friends and like right after the movie ended he was like "if we were rocks you'd be the googly eyes"--which makes no sense if you haven't seen the movie but that made me cry again because kajdfbksjbf it was so oddly sweet. (Though that was a mixture of hysterical laughter and crying ajsdjfsvjhv in a good way though!)

3. Do you have kids?

nope. maybe one day if i ever get my life together LOL

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

idk if it's a lot?? though i'm probably single-handedly responsible for teaching my brother sarcasm (he's 7 years younger than me so when he was learning would have been right as i was entering those peak sarcasm years LOL)

sarcasm is still deeply engrained in me though, and i nowadays when i use it i definitely pay more attention to how people react to it (ie whether they picked up on it) because i tend to deliver it in a very matter-of-fact voice. like, one of my favourite stupid sarcastic comments to make is whenever something weird weather-wise happens i'll be "but thank god climate change is fake, right?" and KJABFDKSJBD i've gotten some WEIRD LOOKS saying that one around ppl who don't know me that well and then i have to explain myself 😭

5. What sports do you play/have played?

i used to figure skate!! my mom was a coach when i was growing up, so i would joke that i lived part-time at the ice rink. it was kind of inevitable 😂. but i was never good at the jumps. i prefered ice dance or synchronized skating (think synchronized swimming but on the ice)

and i also used to play hockey!? very different environment LOL and my hockey teammates would sometimes tease me for showing up to a game in a dress after skating practice on days i had both but it was all in good fun

now...now i really SHOULD do something kajsdkbfsj

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

i...really have no idea.

7. What’s your eye color?

hazel? i think?

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings. scary movies don't really freak me out but i guess i just find them sort of...low-reward? i'm not a movie person to begin with because it's hard for me to get invested in the characters in such a short amount of time. with horror movies that's even harder because they're all about shock value instead of getting to know the characters

9. Any special talents?

i am very very good at puns. does that count? 😂

10. Where were you born?

canada. on the west coast

11. What are your hobbies?

when i have energy/motivation i really enjoy cooking (or baking, but with baking i have to actually measure ingredients and with cooking i just sort of go with the flow). my new apartment is going to have space for a dishwasher--which really is the most exciting thing in my life right now--so i'm hoping that motivates me to cook more!!

12. Do you have pets?

yes!!! i have a ginger cat and her name is Curie (namesake Marie Curie because i'm a proud little nerd like that). I love her she's so stupid and has tried to eat plastic TOO MANY TIMES but every morning and night she will curl up on my chest when i'm in bed and she's just a precious bean

13. How tall are you?

5'5.5 (166cm). but i would have been taller if my spine had known how to grow straight 😔

14. Favorite subject in school?

science!! i had the same science teacher in high school from grades 8-10 (aka the only teacher in the french immersion department who was really qualified to teach it 😂) and i ADORED HER. from day one i was hooked--like she even made syllabus day fun. so i owe my love of science in part to her, really.

in university i realized i liked chemistry best amongst the sciences, so that was my major. and my favourite class i ever took was intro to quantum chemistry (which is really just quantum physics but the math was geared more towards what us chemistry students were familiar with)

15. Dream job?

okay, avoiding the typical "i do not dream of labour" answer...i really don't know. which is a problem. like i genuinely have no idea what i could do long-term that would actually make me happy and i just hope i figure it out at some point akjsdkfsjbd ... I feel like I was not supposed to leave paragraph responses for some of these but akjfkdsjbgd i can admit i like to talk about myself, okay? Anyways! I think I can find 15 mutuals who as far as i know haven't been tagged yet.

@ck2k18, @wackus-bonkus-maximus, @redundant-lava, @maridotnet, @celestialtitania, @talkstoself, @saiikavon, @sunfoxfic, @rosiesared, @mexicancat-girl, @tiredfloridianbutverygay, @fortuna-et-cataclysmos, @zenniaphoenix, @eggothemusicalwaffle, @bocadelicate

#tag game #about me

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sexybabystevie · 2 years

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Hi! I'm rather new to your channel because I saw your Steve x sarcastic reader HCs and I absolutely LOVED them they were so, so good and you're extremely talented at making HCs and I wanted to add my own into the mix as well.

Rose 🌹 – Red roses symbolize romance, love, and courage. Send me a short description of yourself, including things you enjoy doing, and your desired character to receive a headcanon on how they would confess their feelings to you!

My desired character is going to be a little bit tricky because I have two ST loves of my life but because you just did a Steve one I think I'm going to pick Eddie.

So hi! I'm a little bit more of a socially awkward type, I tend to be really introverted but once you get to know me I'm insanely sunshine-y and happy. I tend to really love reading books especially Stephen King or fantasy novels, Lord Of The Rings has been a huge part of my life since I was in middle school and my parents finally deemed me old enough to watch the live action films with them. I also am obsessed with film, I love rewatching the same movies over and over again. I love studying film, my parents have this running joke where I can figure out the plot of any show and for the most part be right on the money every single time *they're always like wtf are you magical or something every time it happens*. I'm also utterly in love with musical theater cast albums as well and could probably talk for hours endlessly about my favorite ones. My music taste is a really intense mesh of 80's pop, rock, and metal music as of recently. It was actually due to Eddie that I explored metal music and found affection for it in the first place.

Thank you for listening! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with

A/n: Thank you so much for the kind words!! I'm so happy you liked my other headcanons! <3 I have to say that this is the first time I'm writing for Eddie, so I hope that I do his character justice! (And that you enjoy!) And, I’m also so sorry this took so long! You caught me right between the time that I was in the process of moving to and starting college, so things have been pretty hectic since then! Thank you so much for your patience!

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Song of Sunshine

Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader

Tags and Warnings: No Warnings, Soft!Eddie Munson, Friends to Lovers, Headcanons, Sunshine!Reader, Implied Love Confessions, Pure Fluff, Dorky!Eddie Munson.

Word Count: 3010

He hadn’t meant to, but Eddie Munson had been eyeing you for a while; you were someone of great mystery to him. He was familiar with almost every face in Hawkins High, having dealt with some of them for far too many excruciatingly long years, and yet yours is one that’s on his mind more often as of late. He’s been scanning the lunchroom on the daily, keeping his eyes out for any new recruits for Hellfire, and something in his gut keeps pointing him in your direction, his gaze always lingering a little longer on you than at any of the others.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s tired of seeing the same painfully mundane, averagely boring kids each and every day – none of them really having that spark, that potential that he’s been searching for – so he’s almost giddy when he sees you sitting alone at a lunch table, nose buried between the pages of The Lord of the Rings. Instantly his mind is ringing, thoughts scattering because he feels like you’re a light at the end of the tunnel – someone with the kind of creativity and interests that would fit in perfectly with Hellfire – and as much as he wants to rush up to you to ask if you’ll join his club, he’s still a little hesitant. There’s an almost shy nature about you, bashful and timid like a wild bunny, and while he finds it endearing, he also is aware enough that he shouldn't startle you and disrupt your peace.

So, instead, he waits. He waits for probably too long, because it’s been about a week and you’ve moved on from The Lord of the Rings and are now reading Stephen King’s Pet Sematary. He thinks it’s certainly an interesting choice – despite his somewhat intimidating style of dress, he certainly isn’t one that handles horror easily. Especially horror novels; he only half paid any attention to a short story that one of his teachers read aloud in one of his many English classes, and he was so disturbed that he nearly didn’t sleep for days afterward. Hell, he can’t lie, there have been D&D sessions that he’s been to that he’s nearly pissed his pants over. To say that his imagination is overactive – so active that reading anything remotely grotesque has him shuddering and feeling nauseous – would be an understatement. Movies, he can somewhat handle, what’s shown on screen is tame compared to what he could conjure with his mind, but anything even mildly scary in book form is a no-go.

That’s part of the reason that he stalls again, face scrunched up in thought as he look intently at you. Something about you has him feeling sheepish; all he can seem to do is marvel and wonder about you from afar. He knows the younger members of Hellfire – Mike, Lucas, and Dustin – have noticed his thoughtfully awkward glances, meaning his time before they undeniably make some witty comments is running thin. He knows he needs to say something before someone catches him staring and wrongfully assumes he’s being a creep like half of the guys in Hawkins High tend to be, but he feels frozen in time, a wistful statue caught in a moment of hesitance.

He’s so preoccupied with his thoughts that he barely registers the bell ringing and the horde of students that meander along to their next class. He’s not fully aware of his surroundings as he stands and takes his plastic tray over to the garbage can, and he’s definitely not on planet Earth as he accidentally steps on the back of his own shoe, sending him pummeling right into the back of someone who seems oddly familiar. Someone who he thinks he should be able to instantly recognize, someone whose mere outline is something he should have engrained into his mind, and all too quickly they’re turning their head and he gets a glimpse of the cover art for Pet Sematary and – oh, shit. It’s you.

This isn’t how he expected to introduce himself to you, with his hands grasping at your shoulders and his face inches away from the back of your neck as he tries not to tumble the two of you into the disgusting cafeteria floor, and he feels both like laughing and cursing himself for his inattentiveness. At the sight of you, however – wide, nervous eyes and bashful smile – Eddie’s completely drawing a blank. You’re looking at him with polite inquisition, questioning and uncertain but in a gentle manner, and he can’t even begin to imagine what’s on your mind. He has a reputation that precedes him; school-proclaimed ‘Freak,’ a thought that almost has him cringing. Normally, when he’s in his element – talking with his friends, managing the Hellfire Club, playing D&D – he doesn’t care less about what some pretentious teenagers think of him, but right now, he can’t deny the rush of anxiety that hits him like a wave on the beach. He’s been thinking of this moment for days, of how to talk to you so that you think he’s cool, and messing it up feels close to that same kind of humiliation that he vowed to throw away when kids relentlessly teased him for being different in the early years of middle school.

Still, he trusts you and your awesome and somewhat intimidating taste in novels, and he must really be caught on the idea of that because he’s suddenly blurting out, “I wouldn’t have ever pinned you as the type for horror.”

He immediately feels regret – who is he to try and say something about your personality? He’s barely been aware of your existence prior to this week and God, he feels really stupid, until your soft voice breaks through to him.

“And you’re not?” It’s quiet in the chaos of the lunchroom, shrouded in shyness but also holds hints of something else, something more familiar. Something he’s used to hearing from his friends, that’s kind and a little playful, and then he realizes that you’re not only trying to make friendly conversation – you’re giving him a chance! – but you’re also attempting a little joke. Albeit, it is a tad awkward with the tone you’re using, but he doesn’t mind at all. He actually thinks it’s quite cute, although he doesn’t spend too much time reeling on that thought.

“Definitely not,” he says, and he finds himself shocked as how easily he’s telling the truth. Most people he knows would have lied, either to have more of something to relate to or to create a false sense of self, but he doesn’t feel the need to. There’s a kindness, a curiosity in your eyes that has him wondering if you’ve been stealing glances at him for days like he has. “I’m more of the adventure-fantasy type guy.”

The words have barely fell from his lips and you’ve already got a low-burning fire behind your eyes, the excitement that he previously saw secondhand now coming forward. He smiles softly to himself; the spark.

“Really?” you ask, voice a little louder, more incredulous. The rays of passion peek behind the clouds of your timidity, and it’s obvious that you find it hard to bite back an agape expression.

“Yeah!” Eddie exclaims, as if his answer is the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe it is. “The only time I ever really cared enough to show for English class was when we read The Lord of the Rings.”

His words are like gasoline, setting your already simmering demeanor aflame, the former introversion suddenly thrown out the window. Your features are bright, eyes glittering with interest. A bright smile overtakes you, covering you like a thinly veiled blanket, and you look so surprised and enthusiastic that you’re standing on your tip toes, bouncing softly on the pads of your feet. Your exhilaration is highly contagious, worse than the time Hawkins closed down the schools a few years ago because over half of the student population had the flu, and Eddie doesn’t fight the way his mouth automatically widens its grin to match yours. As if he could, anyway.

You trudge back to class together, replying to one another with elevated voices that earn a few annoyed glances from your teachers, and while neither of you are even aware of it in the moment, this is the start of something new, unbidden as a rose petal among the concrete, but not unwelcome. When Eddie finally gathers up his courage and asks you if you’ll tag along at the next Hellfire meeting – as a bystander so you can decide if you want to really join in and start making your character next week during your lunch break – you say yes with a smile sweet as honey, and just like that, your futures have been interwoven.

As Eddie expects, your “tryout,” as the younger children of Hellfire have so intelligently deemed it, goes amazingly. You’re already forming a character and their backstory, spewing intricate details to him as he drives you home. He doesn’t even have to ask if you’re coming to their meeting next Saturday; the gleam in your eyes already answered his silent question the moment that the group continued their game. You hadn’t even had all of the context and you were still watching in awe, shoes excitedly tapping against the floor as you “watched the magic happen,” as Eddie said. He wasn’t wrong; your creative and wandering mind easily was captivated the second that he began recalling where exactly the players had left off last time.

You show to Saturday’s meeting, and the following Saturday’s, and you even go to Mike Wheeler’s dusty basement – which everyone made sure to let you know wasn’t mandatory – to retrieve some old character sheets on an early Monday morning during your autumn break. Even Mike, the kid whose house they were digging through, complained about having to get up to help find his own precious pages, but you hopped right into Eddie’s van without hesitation or resistance, only thing carried with you being a sleepy grin.

Turns out, you make an interesting addition to their group. Your enthusiasm and cheeriness – regardless of the situation – is unmatched, and the contrast between the group before and after you’ve arrived is grand. You always shout out unique suggestions, make references to your favorite novels and movies, and you never fail at being a carrier for glee. One small gasp of excitement from you is all it takes for your energy to bleed through to everyone else; some of the other members, like Mike and occasionally Dustin, feign mock annoyance at how easily everyone is swayed by you, but it never seems genuine. If it ever verges too close to hurtful territory, Eddie shoots them a harsh glare as a warning and they back off, which you always find amusing. You know that, out of the two of you, Eddie’s the least likely to hurt even a caterpillar.

It’s not long before the two of you are spending insane amounts of time together, including outside of school and Hellfire. Sometimes he comes over to your place and you sit outside together, toes in the soft grass as you catch each other up on everything going on in your lives – not that there’s ever that much you have to fill him in on; you’re practically attached at the hip when you can be. Other times you hang out in your living room, rewatching some of your favorite films while raiding your snack cabinet. Some of Eddie’s favorite moments are these; when he’s sitting next you, arm lazily rest upon the back of the couch, close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his skin without touching, and he can watch you vividly talk about your analysis of specific scenes in the films. Witnessing your raw, glowing passion has his chest swelling with admiration.

On the weekends when conflicting schedules cancel Hellfire meetings – which isn’t often, as being present and an active participant are Eddie’s most valued expectations – you frequent an old, run-down theatre in downtown Hawkins together. The tickets are cheap, there are rarely any other viewers, and the employees there either have a preference for older films or they can’t afford to purchase many from this decade. Regardless, it’s always a good time. With no one else around to tell you to be quiet, you’re giggling at Eddie’s cheesy jokes and making a few of your own.

There’s this one thing you can do – he calls it your “Wicked Movie Vision” – and it blows his mind every time it happens. You have this infallible ability to predict the plotlines, and the outcomes of said plotlines, of any movie you see. You insist that it’s not that difficult, that it’s only a matter of understanding popular tropes and knowing what to look for in the subtext, but it never fails to leave him in gaping awe. He likes to brag about it to the rest of your friend group, and he’s ever-persistent about how cool it is, despite their often lackluster attitudes towards it.

One Friday afternoon, when neither of you had any other plans, Eddie surprisingly called you on on the phone and sounded a bit more nervous than usual. It was barely there, a twinge of awkwardness, but was still noticeable to your observant ears.

“Hey, it’s your favorite leader of Hellfire,” he greets, drawing out the syllables in his first and last words, making you laugh. You neglect to mention that he’s technically the only leader of Hellfire; you let him have his little moments. “So uh, I know you don’t have anything planned tonight since we talked about it yesterday... Do you wanna come over? I can pick you up and we can hang out for a while?”

You have the feeling that he’s holding back some words; something tells you that he has some other reason for inviting you over, but you still smile and nod, verbally expressing your agreement when you realize that you’re not, in fact, currently visible to your friend.

Eddie comes to pick you up as usual, despite you saying that you’re fine with walking the short distance between your houses, and you start to feel a tad bit nervous. You don’t typically visit Eddie’s house often – your place is the usual hangout spot for you two – and you’re a little worried you might do something silly or disrespectful on accident.

Of course, you have nothing to worry about. The two of you talk excitedly in the car just like usual, and Eddie admits that he wants to show you something that he wrote for his band. You’ve been to a few Corroded Coffin practices, forever cheering him on in the audience, and it’s actually due to him that your music taste started developing more towards the kinds of songs that he likes and creates. You’ve never said it outright, but you enjoy the music a lot more just because it reminds you so much of him.

When you walk into Eddie’s trailer and take a tentative seat on an extra chair, watching as he leaves the room and mutters on about something to do with his guitar, you can’t help but notice that the smidge of tension from before is back. You’re starting to wonder if something may be wrong, but you don’t have much time to reel on it before he’s returning with his beloved instrument.

“You ready?” he asks, ghost of anxiety within his upturned smirk. You nod, and his fingers begin to strum at his guitar strings.

The melody starts out a little slow, almost tentative, but then it picks up and you can tell that’s where a beat drop from the drums would typically be. Everything shifts, and the tempo speeds up and becomes more intense. He’s closing his eyes as he plays, feet tapping and head bobbing, and you can tell that he’s really put his heart and soul into this song.

It’s over almost too quickly, leaving you wishing that you could somehow have a mixtape made of only that song repeated so that you could listen to it forever, and your closest friend is looking to you, silently waiting for your reaction. The hesitancy in his eyes fades away when you beam at him and go on and on about how much you loved it, recalling specific moments that really struck you as your favorite, and, as it’s sure to do, your admiration and eagerness pass unto him.

He’s so touched, so utterly appreciative and happy that you liked it so much, that he doesn’t stop himself from admitting, “I wrote it when I was thinking about you.”

You’re stunned into silence, never having expected that such a masterpiece was written in your honor. Quite truthfully, no one else had ever done something so intimate for you before, and that certainly didn’t help with your overwhelmed quietude. You’re caught up in your thoughts, wondering exactly what he means by that because you certainly know what it sounds like, and the soft blush across his cheekbones seems to answer your question for itself.

You subconsciously scoot closer to him, knee softly knocking against his, and your hand reaches out to rest upon his forearm almost on its own accord. His arm is warm against your palm, shirt atop his skin soft and thin, and his eyes shoot over to yours in pleasant surprise.

“Will you play it for me again?” you ask, toothy smile gleaming up at him, and who is he to deny you? Truthfully, he couldn’t say no to you even if he wanted to.

With a goofy, almost timid smile, and an almost whispering of “’Course I will,” Eddie Munson’s fingers pluck the first few notes of the song that he wrote as he was falling in love with you.

#the garden🌷#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things 4 #stranger things

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averagekanadekinnie · 2 years

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mmm more spaceboy >:]]

I LOVED UR LAST ONE UR LITERALLY SO TALENTED TJO LIKE WTF?!?!?

I AM HERE TO REQUEST SPACEBOY CUDDLING HCS😈😈 AFTER A LONG DAY HE JUST NEEDS TO LAY DOWN AND LJKE…YOU GET WHAG I MEAN I HOPE

(OMORI) CAPT. SPACE BOYFRIEND CUDDLING HEADCANONS

Type: Fluff once more, love the little dork!!!!

Warnings: I don’t think so??

Notes: IM GETTING COMPLIMENTS WHTA THE FUCKSJEJSHAHSHBE!1!1?1!1?!1 am I really that cool or what…… (that is a joke I am NOT COOL) BUT WE ALL KNOW YOURE SO GOOD AT WRITING SPACE BF ASKER also this might a little short :3

AREEUUGGFHFH he has had a long day and is in NEED of your touch/love and affection!!

Whenever he asks, PLEASE PLEASE let him

If you’re not comfy with physical affection then oh boy!!

Just like when he asks for a kiss, he’ll ask for a cuddle in the dorkiest way ever

Like!!

"I request a hug in bed from my perfect and ethereal significant other, Y/N!"

"…You mean you want to cuddle, SPACE BOYFRIEND?"

"Er.. yes but I prefer calling it hug in bed.." He spoke with a quiet tone as you chuckled.

You nerds call it cuddling? Nah nah,

SPACE BOYFRIEND calls it A HUG IN BED!!!

..Don’t judge him smh!

But if he’s had a hard day, he’ll literally just hug you as he hopefully thinks that you’re thinking of what he’s thinking.

Sometimes, adventures can be pretty tough and tiring, not boredom but like YK!

Sometimes, SWEETHEART sometimes asks him to take her back even SHE broke up with him.

But of course he wouldn’t choose her over you, after what you’ve done for him?

You gave him a sweet and loving relationship that even a girl named SWEETHEART couldn’t give to him.

He LOVES YOU MAN!!!!! And definitely knows how to show it!!!

After a hard long day of a tough adventure in the cosmos with his crew + a wild SWEETHEART tired CAPT. SPACE BOYFRIEND. He so badly wants your love and physical affection.

Thankfully he found you sitting on his bed, because he can let you do that. You’re basically second in command with his crew!!!

He gently gives you a hug from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, already putting his head on your shoulder, groaning.

You were surprised, but soon realized what this was about, you use one arm to hug his arms wrapped around your waist while using the other to.. gently hold his head.

"Y/N.. my ethereal galaxy, today was super tiring.. perhaps can we—"

"I already know what you’re thinking.. and of course." Immediately after you said that, you fell to the side, landing on his bed. And since he was holding onto you, CAPT. SPACE BOYFRIEND was pulled to you as well.

You turned your whole body around to face him as you both got comfortable. CAPT. SPACE BOYFRIEND was telling you about his day and how much he hated that SWEETHEART wanted him back.

"Don’t get me started on that evil SWEETHEART! I thought she was the lady of my dreams until she dumped so many times! And now that I have a special, amazing, astonishing, OUT OF THIS WORLD partner like you Y/N, she suddenly wants me back?! If only I can throw her across space and let her be trapped there forever!" He ranted about his hate for SWEETHEART as you listened carefully, laughing at his cringy nicknames and how he wanted her in SPACE alone forever.

It felt nice just the two of you, no SPACE PIRATES to interrupt.. Everything felt perfect.

Please never leave him, he loves you a lot and trusts you with his entire now-mended heart of his. Please treat his heart right.

#I #I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #procastinating really does that to someone #PLS FORGIVE ME WHEHTOEMS #omori #omori spaceboy #captain spaceboy x reader #captain space boyfriend x reader #captain space boyfriend #omori captain space boyfriend #omori captain spaceboy #captain spaceboy

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ihavedoorinsurance · 1 year

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big long post abt bokutachi-kun bc i have worms

so. a little over a week ago, SoapOpera46 (or Yoli-chan) blessed us with this video and i would like to talk abt it at length. piece by piece. this is the true definition of sadan. so much so that it's going under a readmore (if those even matter anymore. i hear fumblr truncates posts automatically?) anyway

full disclosure: i didn't plan any of this. what's to come is basically word puke, off the top of my head, with no organisation or structure to it.

you won't be interested in this unless you're clinically insane. if you're looking for worthwhile opinions on the video, i recommend browsing the comments section. they're short, sweet, and easy to read. nnnnow, without further ado.....

I KU ZO

i'll start off saying i don't know shit about Dream (YUME-SAN as he is so graciously credited in the vid description)! not a damn thing! all i know is he's a Minecraft YouTuber, and up to just yesterday i didn't even know he made music! what seems to be very emo music if this song is anything to go by.

i looked up the lyrics seperately bc tbh i couldnt extrapolate anything from that singing. bokutachi-kun's a star talent and all bless his heart but i needed expert assistance. also according to the blurb at the bottom of the page i referenced, this song references the struggles of depression and ADHD! and myopia, most tragically of all.

here's a student copy.

what to note before we forge onwards: this is contextualised to us by Yoli-chan as a look into Bokutachi's history, saying she: "feeling it fit bokutachi-kun no past very much!!!"

i'm not sure how far in the past this is, but i have some vague ideas pinned on the information that, expressed by Episode 10, Raku and Koneko have already graduated (or dropped out of i'm not discounting that) college by the time the mainline story is in effect.

you also see these silhouettes

of what i assume to be the girls? at around 1:22, so i'm giving it anywhere from 6 to 14 years ago.

and if that seems like a wide ratio that's because it is!! i have no way of knowing what year of high school he's in, when exactly he graduated, how long it's been since then, or anything. i mean he's a fairly young man so i'll take that into account but that hardly helps

(also grant that none of the story takes off until after Raku and Koneko have left college long enough for Raku to call her fellow alumni "old" friends....also wtf what did they major in i've been asking this for years..you don't see them with jobs ever I MEAN PERHAPS KONEKO MAJORED IN NURSING THE COVID PSA DOES INDICATE SHE IS A PROFESSIONAL SO IDK)

but damn if any of that actually matters. you can't even peg the year by identifying hiis fatback monitor and Windows 98 ass OS

he is using some..EQUIVALENT of early msn messenger, maybe that puts this in the ballpark of 2000-2003

ik the Covid PSA isn't like properly canon or anything but i'll bet Raku is still using Win98 well after the OS's discontinuation anyway (it went out of service in 2006 if that helps.)

so if Bokutachi's old enough to be in any year of high school in 1998-2000 (assuming this computer is any indication. it might not be!), i'd wager a guess he's anywhere between 24-30 years old by the time NNSG properly starts (again assuming, that 2010 is the actual year the show takes place. once again, it might not be! it's at least post-Hatsune Miku, judging by the Christmas episode). this leaves room for college, but i doubt he went.

kind of what i already assumed, but it's fun trying to put these pieces together.

also can i just say i'm intrigued by the "nya, rawr" adlib in the beginning? that is Hitoshi's Thing, as we well know, but additionally, in the very beginning of the video, there is a box of pocky on the floor of the hallway.

pocky would happen to be one half of Hitoshi's favourite breakfast (plus ramune. this fuck drinks soda and eats cookies for breakfast what is wrong with him.), so i wonder if he had some knowledge of Hitoshi already this early on. we're operating on the premise that this is Bokutachi's younger self singing, right? did Hitoshi go to his school? we don't see him anywhere unlike Raku and Koneko, so idk. maybe "nya, rawr" is just a popular, cool phrase to say in Amerijapan.

potential cool thing: the one pocky stick upside down and sitting outside the box but near it might allude to Bokutachi himself. you do get the feeling he's lonely throughout the song, he's not got one close relationship with a real live person. not in school, not at home...

let's start talking about these lyrics.

I wear a mask with a smile for hours at a time Stare at the ceiling while I hold back what's on my mind And when they ask me how I'm doing I say, "I'm just fine" And when they ask me how I'm doing I say, "I'm just fine"

so i like this set of frames

you see him happily chatting away, but abrubtly he gets tense and stops himself. only after his mood swing is acknowledged does he try to perk back up and affirm to whoever's asking that he's "just fine". clearly he feels some kind of pressure to bottle up his emotions.

the facade begins to wane slightly here: despite the open ears he remains reticent. another thing: he seems to just be very guarded when he's around people. like physically!

you see him holding himself in the midst of confrontation here, earlier he'd balled up his fist because he got upset thinking about something too long... his stance in general is very tight in public, from what i can tell.

here, he's got his arms firmly placed at his sides as he turns away from whoever it was that confronted him earlier. shortly afterwards when he's sure he's not being looked at, he drops his little half smile.

in the first image of this post, again at around 1:22-1:25 you see him holding his bookbag straps and powering through the hallways the longer he continues to walk, like there's a sense of urgency there.

and here, he's around people that are likely just minding their own business but he's just. not comfortable in any way. the song mentions at this point:

"Always bein' judged by a bunch of strange faces Scared to go outside, haven't seen the light in ages"

even though it seems he's being ignored for the most part. everyone who's addressed him thus far in the song has only ever asked him if he was okay. i have to wonder if he's being gossipped about behind his back for being an outcast and is well aware of it.

"haven't seen the light in ages" strikes me as metaphorical. light as in hope. light as in a reason to keep going.

ALSO I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE MOMENT TO HIGHLIGHT THESE LYRICS

But the fact is I can never get off of my mattress And all that they can ask is "Why are you so sad, kid?" (Why are you so sad, kid?)

my guy has been in bed all day long, just awake and in bed dawn to dusk, tossing and turning unable to get to sleep. or even will himself to get up. he hasn't eaten, drank, brushed his teeth, showered, just. bed. and the first thing his (probably) legal guardian thinks to ask him when he FINALLY manages to find some strength is why he's so sad.

it'd be nice to interpret that in a compassionate way. i think best case scenario, his guardian(s) don't know how to help him and want to talk with him. approaching the subject of utter disengagement from the world is difficult when you haven't lived it, and i can't imagine mental health resources are plentiful in early 2000s Amerijapan.

but also he doesn't seem to trust his legal guardian(s)?? he's just as guarded with them as he is with strangers, look at this at around 0:56

he looks anxious trying to address either of them. the way he's looking back and forth between them it's like he's trying to get a word in edgewise but can't.

they're not particularly given identifiable features. they look fairly similar to the "strange faces" he sees judging him, except they're bigger. they cast a longer shadow and they're no comfort to him at all. helps that the lyrics accompanied are:

"And it just keeps on pilin' It's so terrifying"

which implies to me he's constantly in the habit of racking up shames in his legal guardian's eyes. like they pick at him frequently and find reasons upon reasons to scold him, and remind him of everything that's going wrong. maybe the pressure he feels to perform normalcy is derived from them, because if someone finds something "wrong" with him, they're going to pick and pick and demean him and lose faith in him. and that hits too close to home for him.

(i'm willing to bet he is/was physically punished too. like, shot in the dark, but that makes sense to me with how stiffly he walks and how clammed up you see him around ppl. i might be projecting though but hey. never said i was sure.)

I'D LIKE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT MY GUY IS JUST CHRONICALLY ONLINE TOO

morning to night, he finds himself whiling away HOURS on the computer. time spent online (on messaging clients and what have you) outweighs time spent on homework, and studying, possibly eating. anything else that might beg his attention is forgotten.

anything else that might stress him out is forgotten when he turns on the computer. he can mask (OHOHOHOHO) his struggles online because there's no burden of expectation or obligation.

there's a freedom in his anonymity, in how he can choose his company, and lie about being happy, and they'd believe him. no-one asks questions. there's no pressure. and that makes him "happy" so to speak.

i say that because only when he's messing around online do we finally see him peaceful enough to go to sleep. the fog on his brain is lifted when he turns himself into this person that's full of confidence and takes life easy. and even though he might be faking it...

Been wearin' a smile for so long, it's real So long, it's real, so long, it's real

that'll happen to you when you use another skin to cope with your own shortcomings. i'm acutely aware of this in particular. this might be what some people refer to as irony poisoning? when you do something enough times, even if it's only for show, it becomes habit, and your habits aren't you as a person, but they can certainly shape you.

i wonder if he joked about dark sshit like kidnapping people and committing felonies, etc. to try and make himself let go of the fear of being judged by others. make himself stop feeling empathy so he'd stop acting so careful, thus unchaining himself from his own thought paralysis. plenty of people do that (and some become criminals later on, go figure)

anyhow later on we have a mental breakdown from about 1:31 to 1:39 with:

But I've been places So I'm okay-ish, so I'm okay-ish Yeah, I'm okay, bitch"

coupled with what seems to be a violent start from a dream of some kind?

not sure if this dream IS or is connected to the following scenes of walking through the school hallways + out in the grass, but that would actually make a lot of sense considering "haven't seen the light in ages" compared against his internet addiction. like he found a distraction and thus has little incentive to leave. i imagine he's skipping school and holing up in his room or something.

the effects of what he's doing seem to be catching up with him. you can see him high strung when he gets out of bed, and when he answers to what's likely his guardian(s), it snaps him.

i get the impression he either woke up with all this tension, then realised he slept through the morning and made it worse, OR. the dream sharply reminded him of his current circumstances and THAT made it worse.

maybe he's spiralling because he feels powerless. to stop himself from making bad decisions, from disappointing people, from pushing people away, from underachieving, from misusing his time, from taking his life for granted, from being alone...challenging these doubts about your own agency over your life is tough when you don't know where to start and also you're a teenager.

he's clearly wracked with despair over this but can't act in his own best interest due to closing off all avenues to recovery thanks to never opening up to anyone. god the more i think about it, the more i consider "why are you so sad, kid?" to be accusatory. if you feel singled out in being honest, of course you'll try to avoid that.

also note:

But the fact is I need help, I'm failin' all my classes

damn straight.

jesus that report card. look at that thing, that is straight Fs all the way down. i mean we know he hasn't been doing his homework but god ALL F'S??? IN EVERY SUBJECT????? you'd think he wasn't going to school at all, which kind of lends itself to my idea that he's just altogether not going. or when he is there, doing literally anything else but the work. god damn. relatable

that combined with his outburst, that epic door slam?? that might be what pulls him into the doctor's office later on. like his legal guardian(s) are just sick of his shit and so they get him psychoanalysed.

A FINE ANALYSIS FROM DR. ^w^ PHD, FUCKING "NORMAL JA NAI", WHAT A GENIUS ASSESSMENT. I'M SO GLAD THEY COULD TAP INTO THE HEART OF THE ISSUE AND ADDRESS THE ROOT CAUSE OF HIS SUFFERING IN A THOROUGH AND SPECIALISED MANNER. BASED

no seriously even though that shit kills me every time i see it, i like the implication that they only vaguely diagnose symptoms, write a prescription, and send him on his way. like what's really wrong with him is being overlooked by professionals because the mental health awareness just isn't there. as exemplified by:

"They think that I need glasses"

which is a lyric i laughed at but also...that's kinda true to life. you'll say to your school's counsellor, everything that sings to the tune of someone with executive dysfunction. a spectrum disorder even. and they'll be like

"hm. move em up. they cant see the board that's why they're not taking notes right. have you talked to an ophthalmologist". offering bandaid solutions for bigger issues. and speaking of bandaid solutions, DRUGS

"I just really wish that I could pass this (Wish that I could pass this)"

That's what the mask is That's what the point of the mask is"

SDGLKMFKFKLDHNFGJKNGVF I RAN OUT OF IMAGE SPACE LMAOOOO

okay so basically from 1:49-1:59 Bokutachi goes through a moment of crisis where he laments his fate of being labelled as "NORMAL JA NAI". either he doesn't like the things the medication is doing to him or he's skeptical of taking them at all. regardless those shits are going inthe TRASH. my guy is like "fuck big pharma" out here

he is not in a stable frame of mind at all throughout this video. who knows if those pills would have helped. we'll never know because he doesn't trust them. he doesn't want to think of himself as someone who needs that kind of thing.

as far as he's concerned he doesn't! he has his chat group, he has FUCKING MINESWEEPER; if he were to try and "fix" himself now, what would happen to those spaces? would he still be able to navigate them? find the same joy in them as he once did? they're all that matters to him! he's become accustomed to the isolation and this is his only reprieve (read as: escape) from a hostile environment.

(how hostile it really is, that's sort of up in the air. i'm thinking he's got the makings of a dude with some kinda cluster A disorder. ADD and autism are also on my mind, depression because of the song's origins itself, but eh. i digress.)

you can see him calm himself down once it's time to boot up the computer again at 2:00.

so it would seem, he's already given up on trying to be more than what he is right now. change is scary though, i don't blame him. especially when you feel like it's being forced on you when you didn't ask.

maybe this is him trying to regain some kind of control, but...in a decidedly unhealthy way. by sticking his head in the sand and acting like nothing's wrong. burying the idea that he needs help makes him feel less like a problem that needs to be solved and more like a well adjusted person that's just misunderstood.

at 2:09 he pulls out his planner (i refuse to believe that's a smartphone LIKE COME ON THE TIMELINE. PLEASE) and you can kind of watch his stomach churn knowing there's shit to do but his alter ego doesn't care.

his alter ego isn't concerned with that bullshit. "nah i'll have time. i'll do it later. and if i don't get it done tonight, who cares? nothing's gonna happen to me and i don't gotta answer to anybody. i'm not scared." he's developing an apathy to responsibility b/c it frustrates him he can't manage it.

i have to ask if this is where his rebuke of social acceptability took root.

you even see him at around 2:21-2:26 pull out his medical records and write "daijoubu" next to the diagnosis. which also slays me but next to "NORMAL ja nai" it kind of reads like "not being normal is okay".

that's a perfectly fine stance to have when you're just a little kooky! just a tad silly! eccentric even! i don't know if that's something you should be saying to wave away EVERYTHING that could be affecting you (and potentially others if it goes unchecked), just because it makes you uncomfortable to stare it down! that's dangerous!! particularly when you don't know your limits

i'm also kind of loving 2:28-2:32??? where he raises his head to his legal guardians and he's smiling for the first time in front of them.

but now we're well aware all his smiles are performative. he's wearing the mask for them now too.

the fake it 'til you make it policy seems to be his safety net. in order to avoid being treated and seen like a walking blemish, something to be fixed, he's slowly grown to be more comfortable acting well to do, or at least unaffected. then people leave him alone. when he's loose and devil-may-care, he's allowed to be himself. which would be fine if that were honest.

in truth, he's extremely emotional. he's sensitive. he's scared and wound up. he's angry and he's self conscious. he cannot function in the way the world wants him to, and he can't stand his own inaction in the face of his self-inflicted demise. but when that's too shameful to bear, you don't seek anyone out. imagine how much more painful it would be to have someone see you flounder. they'll poke fun. they'll judge.

it's like he sees the world telling him to be better, and his response is to create what he thinks is an objectively better person. even though at the end of the day he is still who he is.

i wonder if he starts wearing that mask permanently because at one point he'd become aware there was no running from himself. with this being his only way to reconcile his failures, it was inevitable.

we end the animation with him going to sleep and his maegami "masked" self looming over the end credits. smiling is equated with wearing a mask consistently throughout the song, so i find the image of him going to sleep with a smile on his face pretty solidly telling me that he's starting the transition into becoming the Projected Bokutachi as opposed to Plain Bokutachi.

this is the beginning of his descent into a more dangerous, yet exciting and outgoing person. he is mentally unwell and owning it. i don't know what happened between high school and the NNSG plotline (or god forbid, what happened between childhood and adolescence), but here we definitely introduce some catalysts for his face-heel turn.

and now i have even more reasons to reconsider this little rat man's true motivations and character depth.

arigatou gozaimasu Yoli-chan (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

#nnsg #nyan neko sugar girls #nnsgposting #bokutachi-san #no one is going to read this!! and what's more i actually highly encourage that you don't!!!!#look at this shit is longer than the Half Blood Prince #im really just rambling but like god damn you dont understand #how good it is to be validated with this #after eight years my curiosity has been rewarded #and now to go even further beyond and make even MORE fanfic #god i should show off my theory if were going this far with it right #yeah ill do that. at some point though not tonight #i need fresh brain

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「キミは何を望む？愛されたいんだろう？」"What do you want? To be loved, right?" [Natsume S. X Reader]

ACT 1 — "Nice to meet you."

CW : yandere

🗒️: unedited, ooc

Ever since you're a kid...

....you love acting

When you entered middle school you joined the theater club(You joined because the person you like is there)

the person you like turned to you and said—

"your acting is really good!! you're really talented at acting!"

you're glad to hear that...

...so, you keep practicing every day

One day, your mother offered you an audition to become a child actor..

...Shortly after the auditions started, you won and debuted as an actor

Unfortunately, it's not as good as you'd want...

actually, you just want to show your skills to the person you like

....but you got so busy with work that you hardly ever able go to school

"I just want to fall in love like an ordinary people..." That sentence is what you always think when you see romantic movies/anime etc., but considering your status as an actor you can only see it, can't feel it, well for now though

After you think too much about romantic things, You finally fell asleep. Not long after you fall asleep, you hear something... from the bushes. the sound woke you up, you were surprised to wake up in this unfamiliar place. The place...is really a fantasy, the color of the tree trunks is pale white, the thick leaves are blue or purple, And you're lying on the grass which is the color of....just plain green, nothing special.

"..?where..am i?" You wake up from your sleep to sit and wander your eyes around. The sound coming from the bushes turned into footsteps, You immediately see the bushes.

The footsteps grew louder and clearer, giving you goosebumps and stiffening to run away. Huh...a girl? Eh- But that's not a natural girl to look at. Small body, big black eyes, blue pastel hair in half-twin pigtails...Eh... her right hand looks like a chicken leg..

"hey!" you greet and try to approach the little girl. The girl looked at you but didn't answer "excuse me, do you know where this is?" You're starting to feel strange, You feel regret for greeting the person in front of you. Still, no answer at all

Instead of answering, the girl's right hand became sharper. The sharper her right hand, the thinner her left hand. even though she's shorter than you, but yeeahhhh you're still scared because you keep looking at her hands. And then, she approached you slowly.

Of course you're frightened to death, you have never seen such a creature before your eyes. Without thinking, you immediately run as fast as you can.

'Wtf is happening?! Why is she chasing me??'

oh, already feels it's late afternoon, but you keep running and the monster is still chasing you. your lungs feel like they're on fire, your legs are so, so sore. when you're almost giving up you've arrived in front of someone's house, More like a cottage..

The cottage is similar to the usual cottagecore houses through your social media (It's more like this picture)

'someone might be there!'

You ran as hard as you could with what strength you had left, then climbed the stairs and opened the door of a stranger's house.

"AAAAAAAAAA"

"WAHH"

You accidentally bumped into the boy in front of you—More specifically, the owner of the house. "Please help me!" You shamelessly shook the body of the person in front of you. "..ghh- you surprised me..who tf are you?!" The boy pushed you.

knock knock—suddenly there was a knock on the door. You can feel the creature's aura near here. "Im sorry, but please...!"

You panic, and immediately hide behind whatever is near you

'I know this is just a dream, this is just a dream, dream, dream dream' You cover your ears. "How can i help you?" the red-and-white haired boy walked to the door.

"Perhaps you're searching for that (h/c) haired person? She went running that way" he said while pointing towards the forest on the right. After hearing that, the short girl followed his lead.

"that girl is gone, You're being chased by her right?" He turned around. He walked towards you saying "Even though she's gone, but maybe she's still nearby, better you'd stick around a little longer" he held out his hand.

"Okay.."

"Oh yeah, i haven't told you my name yet, haha, its Natsume" He held out his hand. "What's yours?"

"its [name]" you reach out his hand

suddenly the sound of a microwave sounded, calling Natsume to take something in it. "ah.. is the cake ready..?" Natsume walked towards the kitchen, While you sit on the sofa in front of the kitchen. Not long after, Natsume came with your favorite cake and two hot milk to share.

"Thank you.."

"Don't be stiff in front of me, okay?

Natsume gave warm milk to you, without thinking suspiciously you immediately took a gulp. Oh wow the warm milk is delicious, much better than what you are used to making. The slice of cake that is arranged in front of you also looks neat and beautiful, perfect for posting on social media.

"[name], what are you doing in a place like this?" Natsume played with the fork, then he stuck it into his cake. "I'm lost...I initially wanted to sleep as usual, after closing my eyes for a while, I was suddenly in the forest"

"What a pity, you must be exhausted" Even though he said that, his face and tone of voice did not show any sympathy. "This is mysterious forest...and dangerous creatures can appear suddenly, for example like a little girl who chased you here" He suddenly snapped his fingers, and boom! there was a cute little bird in his hand.

You were shock, your fork fell into the plate which resulted in a sound. the little bird flies to your plate, you become weak to move your feet. "Not all creatures here are scary, like that bird" he chuckled. you start to try hold the bird. The bird looks like a chick, only this one can fly. "uhm, by the way do you know how to get out of this place?" That question was so unthinkable for Natsume, who he thought you would compliment him like- 'waaah, you're so cool!, Where did you learn it?" Kind of thing.

"w—what..? how to get out..? NOOO DONT LEAVE MEEEE— o-of course I know!" his face began to sweat, even though it was cold in the room because the window was opened. he stood up and walked towards the exit, he turned towards you "come on follow me" without thinking you followed him.

He held the doorknob then— The entire room became a light pink color for a moment. "You can open this door now" he smiles at you, somehow his smile is strange in your eyes. His eyes also became glazed, like he didn't want you to go.

You opened the door

The door turns out to be the door to your room. Before you left, somehow he gave you a piece of cake that you haven't finished yet. "Thank you! I'm really happy to meet you! Hope we can meet again next time~!"

The boy's face was red, as red as his hair. "I'm also glad to meet you"

you slowly close the door.

"[Name]!!" You feel a paper hit your head. "Hngh- whaaaat?" you also open your eyes forcibly, and... oh no one is there. "uh..? what the heck.." You are surprised, there is no one in your room, even though you just got hit with paper.

You started looking around your room, your gaze immediately fell on your study table. there's a piece of cake..."..?Isn't that the cake I ate in my dream?" Also, if you remember that the voice of the person who called your name earlier also resembled someone you knew last night.

Who else if not him?

📝 : hmmm yeah this is inspired by a song/manga called "dream eating monochrome baku

PLEASE DONT COPY MY WORK. - S

#yandere ensemble stars #yandere

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vincells · 1 year

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OOOO WAIT FOR THE OC ASK GAME BASED ON ACTUAL STORY STUFF:

2 for both characters and world, 1 for plot, and 3 for meta :DDDD (you dont have to do all of these LMAOOO)

What do the characters look/dress like?

The story takes place in early 2010s, as everyone is around their mid to early 20s. Bing's the oldest so they'd be about 30 now?? I think?? Everyone has their own style, but it does strictly follow 2000s fashion cuz of their age! Like an idiot, I've never bothered drawing character sheets as no character has set clothing.. but I can boards I created for a general idea of what they'd wear!

Bing;

Warm, heavy clothing you'd almost consider for mountain wear. Thick boots, lots of flannel. Not exactly a very fashionable person, but they get by with what they got.

Salem;

Modest, loose fitting dresses. Doesn't like wearing pants simply because they feel uncomfortably tight (no matter how baggy). Very much spring esc type wear due to the southern heat.

Samuel;

More retro esc clothes leaning closer to the 80s! Considerably, childish t-shirts paired with the shortest shorts. The football jock!

Stanley;

Lots of sports jackets & shoes like Nike & Adidas. While it seems like his clothes are name-brand most of them are from Goodwill or fakes lol.

What are the visuals/aesthetics of this story?

I actually have a Pinterest board made that shows off the general aesthetic :D

What is the plot of this story?

Around '07, a car was found totalled near the outskirts of Columbia, SC. The vehicle was in such disarray that it looked almost as though it had been warped into the tree it had collided into. Branches protruded out of it's windshield, as glass laid upon the forest floor. Only one of the victim's was known to be conscious, later confirmed to be the driver, who for whatever reason had not called for help. It was presumed they had sat there instead, in a state of shock, until help arrived. In sheer terror, they stared, watching the life bleed out of their passenger's eyes.. Listening to the gurgling sobs, as his jaw lay slack. 4 hours. They did nothing for 4 hours.

They never came to his funeral.

Time did nothing but further erod his sister's mind; a shell of a woman was all she was. Yet with time can prosperity, as that husk became something more. A solution. Justice.

How does the medium inform the storytelling?

I HAVE... NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS.. if it's regarding how the story is being told, I don't really know? as much as I love this story, I don't know if I have the full capability to write or produce the high level content I want to make. I would love to turn it into an actual ARG but, to be honest, I don't think I have the time or talent to pull that off :(

the most I think I can do is just Tumblr rambles, tbh, as nothing I produce will properly match what is going on inside my brain. hey, maybe I might bring the game back? (most likely not BUTT it's a nice thought). The best way I can explain how I'd LIKE for the ARG would be similar to lasagna cat? or the DAD arg. Like, I don't exactly enjoy up front analog horror. I want to create something where when you first watch it it's like, "wtf was that?" yk??? Similar to to Jack Stauber's content, I want it to be weird/unnerving but not on purpose. It's something you really have to go digging for story telling content. It's not supposed to make sense as it's all content directly from a woman who is slowly losing her mind.

ALSO IK NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS, but I figured since I've never exactly.. discussed this that it'd be good to go ahead and add plot 5

What are these characters relationships to each other?

Salem & Stanley are infact siblings! Along with that, Bing is Samuel's older, albeit adopted, sibling. Despite being the oldest, Bing has always had a close connection with their brother's friends, whom he met in highschool. They were always seen as the "mature" role model. Finally, Salem & Bing could technically count as partners , or even exes, as they have pending feelings for each other for a while. However, neither of them really admit to that.. The most you could say they are is a situationship who have hooked up in the past.

#also yes Bing is Catholic which is sorta important and I can explain!!#TW FOR THE GRAPHIC PLOT SHIT. stanleys jaw was knocked CLEAN OFF #;ocs

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