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smileygoth · 1 year

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Til I Hear It From You - Part Four (Stranger Things / Empire Records

Read Part One here! Read Part Two here! Read Part Three here!

A little long but I really wanted to get this all out in one. Hope you like it, and I hope I've captured the Empire team spirit!

CW: Spoilers for Stranger Things season 4, fluff alert, you may need tissues.

Word count: 3,485 words

Image found on Pinterest.

Week 3 (ctd.)

The motel Eddie was staying in was located right on the edge of the beach. Each room in the single-storey building had a rear door that led out onto a small concrete courtyard with an ugly metal railing separating it from the sand dunes. Eddie led Debra through a tiny one-room space with a bathroom smaller than a closet and nothing to sit on except the bed. His clothes were still spilling out of an open suitcase on the floor, the flimsy-looking bureau apparently untouched. The only personal touch he’d made was to hang a black and red Warlock guitar from a picture hook above the bureau. Debra spotted the framed picture he’d taken down to make space for it left leaning beside the bureau, picture side to the wall.

Eddie pulled a couple of cans of beer from a tiny, rattling fridge under a narrow counter and handed one to her, then beckoned for her to follow him out of the rear door to the courtyard. He’d put a single folding chair out here, the kind you could buy cheap in any hardware store. He waved his hand at it, inviting her to sit, then leaned against the railing, popped his beer and stared out across the beach.

Debra opened her own can and opted to join him at the railing. “Well, the room’s not much,” she said, “But you’ve got a great view.”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I like it here. I like the sea. There’s nothing like this where I’m from.” He closed his eyes and smiled. “It’s … fresh. Peaceful.”

“Where you’re from,” Debra said carefully. “Indiana.”

Eddie stiffened. “Yeah.”

“Where something … bad happened to you.”

Eddie nodded and took a long drink of his beer. When he was finished he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and twisted to face Debra. “You sure you want to hear this story?” he asked. His skin looked pale and there were dark shadows under his eyes. He looked like he’d aged twenty years in the last five minutes.

“Oh my God, yes,” Debra said with a soft laugh. “And you look like you need to tell it. Seriously, Eddie, you look like you’ve been … sucking on diesel fumes or something. It’s poisoning you.”

Eddie paused, taking this in. “Okay,” he replied. “But I really think you’re gonna want to sit down.”

Rolling her eyes, Debra crossed to the chair and sat. “Now will you tell me?”

Putting his back to the sea, Eddie hunkered down on his haunches, leaning back against the low concrete lip at the base of the railing. He took a deep breath, sliding down until his butt reached the floor. Then he raised his eyes to the night sky, opened his mouth … and started talking.

He talked for a long time, and Debra listened in silence, partly because she was afraid that if she interrupted him he’d stop, but mostly because his story was as unbelievable as he’d warned her it would be. At one point he noticed Debra starting to shiver in the cold night air, and broke off long enough to go inside and come back out with the quilt from the bed. He wrapped it around her shoulders and then went back to his spot on the floor. Debra left the chair and squatted down next to him so they could share the quilt. Then he carried on with his story.

When he was finished there was a long silence between them. Eddie freed his hands from the quilt and fumbled out his cigarettes, offering one to Debra. She hesitated, then took one. He lit hers first, then his, the lighter’s flame dancing in his trembling fingers. Debra breathed in the harsh smoke and held it in her chest, then let it out slowly. Somehow it seemed to clear away the shock numbness in her mind.

“So …” she said softly as Eddie took a long drag of his cigarette. “You … died?”

Eddie shrugged. “I thought I was dying,” he replied, “But I guess I’m tougher than I thought. I woke up … I don’t know how long I was out for. But when I woke up everything was crazy. I was back in the ‘real world’ -” He lifted his hands and hooked his fingers into quotation signs. “But the park was trashed … there were these big splits in the ground like there’d been an earthquake, but there was this red stuff inside them. It looked like lava, but it was cold. When I got closer I saw that the splits were actually big gates to the other place, like the one we’d all gone through. That was when I decided to get out of there. I grabbed a few things, got in my truck and bailed. On my way out I saw that a lot of Hawkins was gone too … Buildings collapsed, houses boarded up. It looked like a ghost town, man.” He twisted the cigarette in his fingers, glumly examining its glowing red ember. “Which I guess means we failed.”

Debra thought back to what he’d told her. “You didn’t stop Vecna,” she clarified.

He shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. “Guess not.”

“And … what happened in the bar? What was that?”

Eddie shrugged. “It happens now and then,” he replied. “I get this … feeling, like pins and needles up my spine … like something’s watching me. And then all my scars just start burning and burning, and they open and bleed, and it’s … a big ol’ mess.” He gave her a weak smile. “Only thing I can figure is that it’s Vecna, looking for me.”

“Why would he be looking for you?” Debra asked. “You didn’t even see him, did you?”

“Nope.” Eddie shook his head. “Never laid eyes on the dude. But what else could it be?”

Debra didn’t have an answer to that. She fell silent, thinking.

“One time,” Eddie went on in a quiet voice, “Not long after … everything, it happened while I was in New York. I thought I could get lost there. But then I woke up at 2am with this scratching noise at my apartment window, just like when …” He stopped and shuddered, finished his cigarette and jabbed it out on the floor. “In the morning I looked out the window and there was this big bat thing on the windowsill, just kind of … falling apart in the sun. I left New York the same day. After that, whenever I get that creepy-crawly feeling, I run.”

Debra looked at him. “Are you going to run this time?”

Eddie sighed. “Look, Deb, I know you don’t believe any of this, but if Vecna is sending these things after me-”

“At what point did I say I didn’t believe you?” Debra interrupted.

Eddie stopped. “Wh- I mean … You can’t possibly …” he stammered. “… Do you?”

Debra took a deep breath. “I will admit, it’s a lot,” she replied. “It’s a pretty crazy story. But the world is pretty crazy. And I believe that you believe it, and I’ve got no reason to think you’d make it all up, so …” She smiled. “I’ll consider it the truth until proven otherwise.”

Eddie eyed her uncertainly. “Really? That easy?”

“Yep,” Debra replied. “And I still think you should stay.”

“But those creatures -”

“Are dangerous, I get it,” Debra cut him off, smiling. “But you’ve got friends here. And you’ll be much worse off if they catch you alone.”

Eddie sighed. “Deb, I can’t put you at risk like that.”

“You won’t have to,” Debra replied. “I’m perfectly capable of putting myself at risk. Besides, I’m not just talking about me.” She got to her feet. “My ass is going to sleep, so I’m gonna head home. But first I want you to promise me. Stay tonight. Come to work tomorrow. Think about staying longer.”

Eddie frowned. “Deb, I don’t know …”

She sighed. “Fine. Then I’ll sleep here. Make sure you don’t go anywhere.” She raised her eyebrows, daring him to complain. “But you’ve got one bed and no couch, and I’m not sleeping on the floor, so …”

Eddie hesitated. “Actually … I’d like that.” His cheeks flushed red, and he raised his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

“Sure you will,” Debra replied with a smirk. “You’re sleeping on the floor.”

True to his word, Eddie was a perfect gentleman; though Debra didn’t make him sleep on the floor in the end, he laid on top of the covers with his back to her, and they both remained fully clothed. But when Debra woke up at 6am, her internal alarm clock insisting it was time to get up for work, she found that he had rolled to face her and his arm was wrapped around her waist. Peering over her shoulder, she saw that he was still fast asleep with a peaceful expression on his face. Her words of indignation died behind her lips, and she laud her head back down with a small smile.

Then Eddie’s (very external) alarm clock started blaring, and he jolted awake with a small yelp. He twisted round and slammed his palm down on the button, cutting the noise off mid-peal. Then he looked around at Debra, blinking owlishly, his hair mussed up on one side. “Oh … Hey,” he said awkwardly, rubbing the drool from the corner of his mouth with the heel of his hand.

“Hey,” Debra replied. “Sleep well?”

“Actually, yeah,” Eddie replied, running his hand through his curls. “I, um … Was I …”

“Hugging me? Yeah.”

Eddie’s face fell, his cheeks burning. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’ll let you forget it eventually,” Debra teased. She sat up and threw the quilt aside to swing her legs off the side of the bed. “Ready for another day in paradise?”

Eddie ran his hands over his face and yawned. “Sure. I just gotta shave and stuff.”

When they got to work, Lucas was there opening the store. As Eddie went ahead to the staff room, Debra grabbed Lucas and held him back. “I need a favour,” she half-whispered. “When the other guys get here later, I need to talk to everyone while Eddie covers the floor. It’s important.”

Lucas frowned. “Shouldn’t be hard,” he replied. “What’s so important?”

“Eddie’s in trouble,” Debra replied. “I’ll explain more later.”

Lucas smiled. “Not like Joe to hire someone who’s in trouble,” he said, winking. “You think we can help?”

Debra shrugged. “I hope so.”

That afternoon, Debra stood in front of the whole team – minus Eddie – in the staff room, much like Eddie had done just a few days previously. Even Joe was there, listening from the doorway of his office. Debra took a deep breath. “Eddie needs our help,” she started.

Pizza Eddie raised his hand. “No I don’t,” he said.

Debra rolled her eyes. “Obviously I’m not talking about you,” she snapped. Ignoring his wounded expression, she went on. “Metal Eddie needs our help. He’s in some seriously weird trouble, and I know how this is going to sound, but hear me out, okay?”

Everyone nodded.

“He … He thinks someone is after him. And that they’re sending these … monsters to attack him.” Debra watched the raising eyebrows and widening eyes with dismay. “Look, I don’t know if it’s true, but Eddie believes it, and he’s scared.”

“Did these monsters make those gnarly scars he has?” Mark asked. Debra nodded, and he took a deep breath. “Woah. That’s crazy, man.”

“You really think it might be true?” Joe asked, frowning.

Debra turned on him. “You think he made those scars himself? You saw them, Joe.”

Joe subsided, nodding thoughtfully.

“How do we help?” Lucas asked, his gaze fixed firmly on Debra.

She smiled at him gratefully. “Eddie needs to feel safe, and he needs to feel like we believe him. So I have an idea, but I’m going to need all your help, and Joe, I really need you to say yes to this, okay?”

Joe groaned. “Oh man, I don’t like the sound of that.”

****

The next morning Eddie showed up late for his shift. His eyes looked dark and bleary, there was stubble on his cheeks, and his hair was a mess. He’d had another series of convulsions in the middle of the night, and once he’d stopped the bleeding he had seriously considered throwing his stuff in the van and getting out of there, but he’d promised Debra he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. One more shift, he told himself as he walked into work, eyes darting left and right, looking for the bat creatures. Then I’m gone.

When he got to work the doors were open, and to his surprise everyone seemed to be working. He made his way to the staff room, waving at Gina and Berko and Pizza Eddie and Mark. Was there an event on or something? It didn’t seem likely, for first thing on a Tuesday morning. He shouldered his way through the doors into the staff room … and then stopped cold.

Overnight, the back of Empire Records had undergone a transformation. The small windows, including the windows in Joe’s office, had been covered over with plywood. The door to the roof had been reinforced with sheets of metal that looked like they’d been lifted from a scrapyard. Lamps had been placed everywhere and switched on, eliminating nearly all the shadows. Stuffed into every available corner were baseball bats, lengths of pipe, crowbars, even a couple of fire axes. Eddie looked behind him and saw brackets had been screwed in on either side of the staff room doors, and leaning against the wall nearby were three heavy planks of wood, ready to rest on the brackets and bar the doors closed. The windows on those doors were boarded up too, something he’d managed not to notice as he’d come in. Standing around the table at the back of the room were Lucas and Debra, busy fastening handles onto more sheets of metal, so that they could be used as shields. The electric drill they were using screeched horribly.

“Err … what’s going on?” Eddie asked, when there was a break in the noise.

Debra and Lucas looked up and smiled. “Eddie!” Lucas greeted him. “Deb told us you’ve been having a bit of trouble with unwanted visitors. So we wanted to make sure you had somewhere you could feel safe.”

Eddie turned to Debra, frowning. “You told them?”

“Don’t be mad,” Debra replied. “I couldn’t have done this on my own. And this way, if those things come after you again, they’ll have to take on all of us.”

“That’s right, man,” Berko piped up from behind Eddie. Eddie turned to see that everyone working on the floor was now gathered at the open staff room doors. “We got your back.”

“You’re part of the gang now, metalhead,” Gina added affectionately.

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “You guys can’t be serious?”

“Yes we can,” Lucas replied. “We look out for each other here.”

Debra put the drill down and folded her arms. “There’s also a stash of gasoline on the roof,” she said, “And some torches made from sticks and rags. Joe wouldn’t let us keep those in here. He said he’d rather we didn’t burn the whole place down.”

“Joe has seen all this?” Eddie exclaimed.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Joe said, appearing at the office door, his face grim. “Who do you think paid for all this stuff?” At Eddie’s disbelieving stare, his expression softened. “It’s like Lucas said. We look out for each other. Every single one of these kids came in with some kind of trouble following them, and every single one of them had the rest of the team backing them up. It’s no different for you.”

Eddie closed his mouth and swallowed hard. Suddenly his eyes were stinging with tears. “I … I don’t know what …” he choked out. “You … believe me?”

“It’s … a hard story to swallow,” Lucas admitted gently. “But we’re keeping our minds open. And we’re not taking any chances.”

Mark giggled. “Any little bat monsters show up,” he said, “We’re gonna take them out, dude.”

“Oh my God,” Gina mumbled. “Warren is going to lose his mind when he sees all this.”

“We’ll just set Warren on them,” Berko added. “He’ll take them out all on his own.”

Eddie reached up to rub the back of his neck. He could feel it: he was going to cry. Full-on ugly cry; he wasn’t going to be able to stop it. “Um – I-I just need a m-minute,” he muttered, gesturing to the bathroom.

Debra straightened up. “Oh no you don’t,” she said, jumping over the couch to reach him. “Come here, Cunningham.”

That seemed to be the cue. Suddenly the entire team was swarming him, wrapping him up in a huge group hug, while Joe yelled about there being nobody watching the floor while trying not to smile. Crushed in by them all, Eddie hung his head so that his hair would cover his face and let the tears come. Overwhelmed and intensely grateful, he sobbed so hard his knees buckled, but they held him up. This gang of weird kids, all of them younger than him, held him up.

Gradually, as his tears stopped, one by one they let him go, peeling away to get back to their jobs. Soon it was as if nothing had happened – except that Debra was still there, hugging him fiercely. Gently he took her arms and pulled her away. “I’m okay now,” he told her.

She nodded and pulled a tissue from her pocket. “So, you going to stay?” she asked as she handed it to him.

He pretended to think as he wiped his face and blew his nose. “I’ll give it a week,” he replied.

Debra nodded again. “And after that?”

“After that … maybe another week.”

“Okay.” Debra smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

Three Weeks Later

There had been a couple more convulsions, but no bat-creatures, and though the behind-the-scenes fortifications remained, everyone – even Eddie - had started to relax. Eddie had finished his shift and was slumped on the staff room couch with his feet on the table when Debra plopped down next to him.

“Now, don’t ask me how I did it because it will be really technical,” she said, “But I got onto the computer at the library and I managed to find out a bit about your home town. More specifically, about some of the people you mentioned.”

Eddie sat up straight. “What do you mean?”

Debra pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket. “First of all, your uncle’s alive,” she said. “He moved – I managed to find an address.” She passed the piece of paper to him, and he took it and held it carefully in both hands, as if it might blow away.

“Shit,” he said in a hushed voice. “You trying to make me cry again, Deb?”

“One more thing,” Debra went on. “I did find out a little about the friends you mentioned. I actually got in contact with one … he was very insistent about talking to you. So I guess he can tell you the rest.”

“What?” Eddie exclaimed, staring at her. “What do you – Tell me what? Who will?”

Debra pointed in the direction of the shop floor. “Why don’t you go see?”

Shooting to his feet, Eddie vaulted the table in front of the couch and yanked open the staff room doors. The store was quiet – it was late afternoon on a Thursday – but there were two people standing at the front counter, looking around. Even with the sunlight pouring through the windows behind them, even with how much they had changed over the years, there was no mistaking that hair. On either of them.

“Henderson?!” Eddie cried in disbelief. “Wheeler??”

Dustin and Steve turned to face him, disbelief and joy written across their faces. Eddie darted down the aisle toward them, boots slipping on the tiled floor, and threw his arms around them both.

“Munson, you asshole,” Steve laughed, hugging him tightly. “Where the hell have you been?”

“We all thought you died,” Dustin croaked, and then burst into tears.

Eddie hung onto them both as if they might somehow slip away. “I don’t even know where to start,” he replied, tears running freely down his cheeks too. “God, it’s so fucking good to see you two!”

Back at the staff room doors, Lucas joined Debra as she leaned against the door frame, arms folded and a small smile on her face. “What do you think?” he asked her. “A perfect ending?”

Debra shook her head. “It’s not an ending,” she replied.

#stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie lives #eddie imagine #eddie munson headcanon #mashup #empire records #1990s #nineties

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empiresagereheadcanons · 2 years

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because of how.....inappropriate, Joey can be, he often questions how much right he had to regress :/

#main #angst tag #headcanons #agere headcanons #empires agere #joey tag #for the record bein a s*xual person and bein a regressor is totally valid !#i myself am fairly inappropriate outside of this persona #(i say persona because this and my are secret accounts)

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unhetalia · 1 month

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England headcanons (pt. 1):

Chain-smokes like a motherfucker. Alfred, who doesn't smoke and pretends very hard to think smoking is disgusting, hasn't yet realised where his secret smoking kink comes from.

Currently works for British Intelligence/has infiltrated his own government.

Carries around either a cane or umbrella that hides a sword even though he has never ONCE had to use it. He just feels more comfortable having a sword. (He does also carry around a gun, which, in contrast, has been used often.)

Also carries around his own pen, and absolutely loathes the thought of using someone else's. The pen is a first edition Michel Perchin Serpent in Champagne LE Fountain Pen given to him by Alfred - only ten were ever made and it cost a cool 8k. While Arthur has more valuable things - especially from his time as a pirate and back when he personally knew his royal family - the pen is still one of his most prized possessions.

His favourite tea is actually French Earl Grey - which is Earl Grey with rose petals. Not actually French? But Arthur's still pretty annoyed about it.

As mentioned in a few of my other posts - Arthur is incredibly physical and has kept up with sword fighting and various martial arts over the years, and regularly goes to the gym. He's very disciplined about it.

Tends to eat only for fuel as opposed to enjoyment whenever he's left to his own devices.

If pressed, Arthur will admit his best friend is Francis. Francis would say the same about Arthur.

(Despite their individual body counts, Francis and Arthur have never slept with each other.)

(Arthur doesn't have a lot of friends and has a strained relationship with his siblings, and has always felt that people don't like spending time with him. Even when he was on top of the world, working with his government to become an Empire, he still felt like an underdog.)

On that note, Arthur worked with his government longer than the other Nations, and was a huge part of establishing the British Empire. It made his already fraught relationship with his siblings even worse, and he regrets a lot of it.

Nations get scars very rarely, because very few things have the ability to give them scars - magical weapons is one of those things. Out of all the Nations, England has the most scars.

England is amazing at knitting and crochet, and he gifts Francis crocheted figurines from French cartoons for his birthday every year, which Francis adores. He also knits Canada scarves and gloves and beanies whenever he remembers him.

One of Arthur's most embarrassing memories is getting gonorrhea during his pirate days. He didn't have sex for a month after his healing kicked in - a record back then - and he became a lot more diligent in procuring and using the linen sheaths they used as condoms at the time.

Three of Arthur's back molars are implants made of real gold.

Alfred is the first (and last) person Arthur will say he's ever fallen in love with BUT the closest he's come is with another American - a nurse that took care of him during World War I. She was blonde and blue eyed and once shouted Arthur down when he insisted on continuing to fight even with a bullet lodged in his shoulder. She completely disappeared in April 1917, just before the Americans officially joined the war. He sometimes wonders what happened to her.

#hetalia #ukus #usuk #hws england #aph england #arthur kirkland #aph #i wanna do a mini series for my faves #so ill do england america for sure #austria and prussia #and maybe canada bc idk i like doing a contrast w america #and maybe russia? maybe more #byt i had england THOUGHTS TONIGht!!!#also that last headcanon has a story and its predictabke if you know me #someone guess #m: hetalia #hetalia: headcanon (char)#c: england #✎ hetalia bulletpoint headcanons

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an-ambivalent · 11 months

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Yandere! FE3H House Leaders Headcanons

Warnings: As this is yandere fiction, this deals with behaviours that can be uncomfortable and triggering to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fictional, I do not condone this behaviour irl. By clicking the ‘read more/keep reading’ you are consenting to read this at your discretion.

Characters: Edelgard, Claude & Dimitri

Edelgard

Type: clingy & delusional

~Edelgard finds herself lured by your strength and grit. You may or may not be physically strong, but it is your mental fortitude that arises her initial interest in you. During the academy days, she observed how despite the obstacles in your way, and the adversities of your past, you never broke down. You faced whatever came your way head on, or in the instance challenges deterred you momentarily, you always bounced back. She admired this because it was a reflection of who she was as well, and no matter what battle or war, this essence of intrapersonal strength was the most critical part to determine the last ones standing.

~She wants you to be part of the Black Eagles - she needs people with your vitality by her side when she plans to start the war as the Adrestine Emperor. Edelgard is driven, if nothing else - ruthlessly ambitious to achieve what she wants. So, there’s no stopping until you are part of the Black Eagles.

~Once you are part of the Black Eagles, Edelgard inevitably can spend more time with you; by doing so, she sees how hard you work and your unique brilliance that makes you excel in your area of expertise. However, it is your dedication that really makes her fall for you. Subsequently, she begins to imagine your future together. She envisions a new Fodland, unified under the Adesterine Empire. A new era where crests and the church are meaningless, and you’re there to rule right by her side. The rewritten history records would speak of the Flame Emperor and her lover who changed the world with their storm, and their shared ambitions and power that reshaped the sovereignty of Fodland. Eventually, she becomes so consumed by these delusions of your future together, she starts to believe that you are already together. There is no courting, or even asking. It’s just the reality and it’s really frustrating for her when you continue to attempt to dissuade from it. So, she has no other option except to be by your side and cling to you until you realise this.

Claude

Type: manipulative & overprotective

~You were an enigma, and Claude wanted to figure you out. You always wore a genuine bright smile on your face, and kept a cheerful energy. Even during times when everyone else would be visibly upset, you never were. You always maintained your cheerfulness, almost as if you didn’t allow yourself to feel your other emotions. And so out of curiousity, Claude started to watch you discreetly. He noticed that he was right in his assumptions; you never let your true emotions show. In times when something displeased, annoyed, or upset you, it would be only for a mere moment where your mask would slip and your true expression would show. Otherwise, that smile would continue to remain.

~Truthfully speaking, Claude rather preferred the moments where you were just you, instead of wearing that smile he was beginning to detest. He wanted to dig deeper and see more of you to understand why you hid yourself and didn’t trust your housemates enough to show yourself. What could you possibly be hiding?

~Claude was cunning and great at maintaining his own facade if nothing else. Perhaps, that’s why he felt drawn to you in the first place. Since you piqued his interest, he couldn’t just let you go without undoing you. He decided that he was going to break you down to nothing to unveil your secrets if that’s what it took.

~Slowly and surely, Claude started to single you out. From observing you so much, he had a grasp on what he had to say and what buttons to push to set you off. It started off slowly - a brief pointing out of an insecurity, until it kept growing. Seeing that you weren’t close to breaking no matter how much he tried, Claude nearly gave up. But just before he did, you gave in.

~You couldn’t tolerate his bullying any longer; it reminded you too much of the trauma you experienced at home, and to escape from all of that, was exactly why you came to the Officers Academy in the first place.

~As you break down, and start to Claude why he was being so mean to you and beg him to stop, disclosing hints of your trauma in the process, he achieved his goal. He came to understand that you hid yourself because that’s what you had been shamed for, and that’s who you had been traumatised to hide. It was abhorrent because you were so lovely - the real you, the delicate you. You deserved much more than you had ever been given, and he was going to give that to you.

~He embraced you, gently rubbed your back to soothe you, and started to mumble apologies. Then, once you settled, the scelara of your eyes red from the crying, and tears hanging onto your eyelashes, he thought you were so pretty. He cupped your face, and turned it so you were looking up directly in his eyes.

“You don’t have to hide yourself anymore. I promise I won’t let anyone else hurt you. I’ll kill them if they even try.”

Dimitri Type: clingy, stalker, & possessive

~If love-at-first-sight trope met puppy love trope, that’s how your story starts with Dimitri. Definitely, there is physical attraction from the moment he saw you. But more than that, there was also a strange and immersive pull he felt towards you that would make him believe you two were destined soulmates if he was the type of person to blindly believe in such nuances. So, while there was something that felt akin to love at first sight, Dimitri never acted on it, or had plans to act on it. It was something he was aware of, acknowledged, and planned to never think about again. Well, not until you joined the Blue Lions, and then, he had no choice but to be in close proximity to you.

~You have many good qualities and traits that Dimitri admired. But the one that he valued the most, was your kindness. You were always ready to lend a hand to anyone that needed it. You were always there to support and listen to your housemates whenever they required it. But who was there for you when you needed it? Realistically, your housemates were reliable and all of your support and help was reciprocated when you needed it as well. That’s what you loved about the Blue Lions, and had joined their house in the first place. But for Dimitri, whenever you were present, you were the only thing he ended up focusing on. Everything else was as easy to tune out as white noise. So for him, no was ever there for you. He needed to be there for you. And that’s how his puppy love started.

~He starts to leave little presents for you - your favourite snacks, flowers, tea, etc. At first, it was flattering, the way most people would feel when they notice they have a secret admirer. You looked forward to finding the things you liked and reading the sweet notes filled with small and delightful compliments that accompanied them. However, it became frightening when the presents were left in your private spaces like your bedroom. With everything that started to happen with the Flame Emperor and the other assaults at the church recently, you didn’t wait around until something more serious happened to address the problem. Immediately, you asked to speak with your house leader privately, and brought up your concerns.

It was great how proactive you were. You noticed something suspicious and immediately took action to address it; this showed your capability too. But, it was such a shame that you went to the preparator himself.

Dimitri was hurt that you found his expressions of love for you suspicious and suspected him of being a ‘stalker’. But, he was a realist; he understood that love took time and love took hard work. If he was the type to act on mere biological lust, then he would have courted you from the moment he met you. Nonetheless, he was perfectly content with working hard as well and helping you realise that you belonged together.

“It’s hurtful that you became suspicious of my presents. I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” he started, stepping closer and closer to you, until he had his arms wrapped around you.

“W-What?”

“But it’s okay. I understand that you have not realised your feelings for me yet. I’m more than happy to help you with that.” He whispered softly, before clumsily locking his lips with yours.

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vhstown · 6 months

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gwen stacy ★ general headcanons

content/warnings: mentions of underage drinking, implied & mentions of death

a/n: hey 😁 a levels beating my arse. thx 2 @qiupachups 4 helping w these 🫡 give it up for gwendy ‼️ (unedited)

Gwen is a collector — but not of collectibles. She has a secret empire of the most random things, and is thoroughly embarrassed when anyone finds it: tickets, pins, soda can tabs, cool-looking clothing tags, mismatched hair clips, paper clips, little things stolen from school, etc. Anything she things is remotely interesting has a place in a very specifically organised box under her bed, tucked away from the world and taken out occasionally to be adjusted or stared at. It's essentially the same as being a collector, right...?

She had a fashion hobby she grew out of, but it re-kindles when she has to design a suit for herself. Initially, it's made up of thermal sportswear but she comes up with actual designs at some point, modifying it overtime to include the hood and to integrate it with her ballet slippers.

When it comes to art, Gwen's style would be a lot like a fashion student's. I headcanon her to have aphantasia so her main strength is drawing clothing, and a lot of her drawings are based on herself as a reference (she can literally only draw herself well...) Rather than a sketchbook, she has a journal that's also full of photographs and writing as well as her drawings, and the occasional crumpled up drum score.

Has a knack for sewing and customises some of her clothes, though it's more personal touches and the occasional crop rather than completely overhauling a piece of clothing. Everyday items of hers have at least a little embroidery or design on them and she likes doing patterns on like bags and converse for her friends. Wants to make plushies and things but always manages to get distracted so there's a bunch of unfinished projects in her closet. (I would totally buy from her on Etsy though 😁)

Gwen did ballet as a kid and developed the enraging habit of cracking EVERY joint in her body. She's the mf that twists in the chair in front of you and stares deep into your soul while cracking her back. Cracks things you don't even know you could crack without shame my girl is a whole instrument 😭

Ballet is something her dad pushed her towards, alongside music (though he preferred she did something more traditional). Initially Gwen did feel out of place in her classes. A lot of the other children at her classes were already well-versed in it, and a lot of times she found she wanted to quit. Only after learning that her mom Helen did ballet did she willingly pick it up again at an older age, incorporating the technique into her fighting style.

Gwen used to play a few different instruments as a kid but none of them really stuck. For a while, she thought she hated music when she did piano and the recorder, but when she got her hands on a drumkit at her school and a couple lessons, she knew it was the one.

Her drumming is definitely more freestyle, and even though she's good she has a lot of problems with her high energy, spontaneous and emotive style. That means she breaks her drumsticks ALL the time. There's no way she's banging all that out on the drums without an unfortunate snap or two, so she always keeps another pair handy. She's broken her drumsticks so much that there's a collection of them torn up at the bottom of her bag (she never bothers to throw them out, and might've given herself a splinter reaching in to find something 💀)

Speaking of drumsticks, she has one lucky pair she uses for important performances, carrying them practically everywhere. They've essentially rotted in their fancy little fabric case since she'd gottem them, the custom "GWENDOLYN MAXINE STACY" imprinted on it having almost completely eroded away.

Though, she's only ever used them once; her dad had bought them for her for a school performance, which she had to bail last minute when her Spider-sense suddenly activated. Running off to fight a villain not a street away, Peter Parker follows her, and he realises just who Spider-Woman really is.

While she was planning to use them at her prom performance with her band... that never happened. After that, everything reminded her of that night, and her relationship with The Mary Janes dwindled until she quit altogether. The band only lasted a few months prior, and since they never got to perform at prom, Gwen found herself playing for no reason at all, other than to get rid of her pent-up energy and forget about the fact that she's basically a wanted criminal.

When she's living in Hobie's universe, she ends up breaking her "lucky" drumsticks and is, understandably, a little shattered by it, but Hobie gets her another pair, "GWENDY" written in mismatched letters on the side. That "G" was definitely a last-minute addition, though. He also teaches her how to stop breaking them so often. "Bit of advice — use the wrists, not just the arms."

Gwen's definitely not meant to drink, so whenever Hobie goes to the pub he makes sure not to, suggesting his friends don't get pissed out of their minds either (though she might steal a sip of something fruity now and again.)

Hobie takes her to gigs all the time, and sometimes she drums for his ones. The first time she does it, she's nervous of course, but her sound immediately gets the crowd going and it's the talk of the town for a week straight (and her drumsticks didn't break!)

There's no shortage of junk food, of course. Just like all the takeout she'd have back at home, Hobie would make sure to take her around all the local spots. Although it's not exactly the same, anything beats the plasticky cafeteria food in 2099. Stopping for a kebab or two in the middle of anomaly-hunting isn't really against the rules anyway.

Gwen is friendly with pretty much everyone in the Spider-society because everyone knows who "Gwen Stacy" is, but she never really wants to meet another version of herself (given how unsettling it is with context). Also very awkward around any MJs — or Peters. Peter B essentially being an older 65!Peter definitely freaks her out a little at first.

Misses Miles, obviously, and probably had something she wanted to make for him back in her universe that she could never retrieve. Maybe when she gets Hobie's watch she'll bring it along with her — would Miles like a knitted neckwarmer?

SO best friends with Margo. Her tech lets Gwen see into her universe sometimes (Miguel wouldn't let her 😞) and Margo is super keen on learning about her universe. They both hang out with Peni and it's a fun little girl trio (Peni totally takes them to her universe to see all the giant mechs 😁 "Girls night!" BOOM!)

Number 1 girlfail. She hasn't broken those new drumsticks yet! But drumming can wait — and all those projects at the back of her closet, and her unresolved dispute with MJ and the band, and her dad at home. Going from her small world to having an entire multiverse against her and her friends, Gwen's got one hell of a show to put on, right?

“I never found the right band to join, so I started my own, with a few old friends.”

“You want in?”

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@phoenixinthefiles (it's cause of you im always writing hcs 😭😭😭 /pos)

hi bunklies 😁 ive been averaging like 4h of sleep cuz of skl but ill fix up soon trust... hope you are all doing okay ! ive never written anything for gwen before so i hope this is an okay start lol

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Scientific Purposes

Tech x Reader PWP - NSFW - Female reader - Vaginal Fingering Word Count: 3.4k how

Summary: He should delete it. He knows that. What he is doing instead is watching it. Again. For scientific purposes, of course. Tech recorded you naked by accident, you decide to tease him, but instead he studies you—

Warnings: None really, smut, you know the deal.

Author's note: I don't even know, don't ask me. I usually don't publish these things, but this one begged me for it. There's an attempt at plot because my headcanons fell out of my pocket, but really it is just an excuse. Timeline is the one we and them deserve. -Sunset

✩ AO3 Link in case you prefer it

part II & part III

The Batch had an unexpected break from duties. Party time, Wrecker had called it, at which Hunter had reminded him that they were still fugitives from the Empire. Party pooper, Omega had called him, at which Wrecker had laughed loudly and Hunter had started fuming about who was teaching the kid those words. Crosshair snickered at the scene, while Tech smiled privately, well aware that it had been you the one that taught Omega those words. He looked at you, one hand on Crosshair’s shoulder, who surprisingly allowed you these liberties, hiding your laughter behind him and wondered, not for the first time, why he still felt reluctant about you.

Well, technically reluctant would not be the word, Tech knew that you already had earned your place amongst them, and in fact, he trusted you, it wasn’t that. If he had to explain it, it felt like there was some part of him that was in the process of evaluating you; your presence didn’t feel like that of his brothers, you didn’t feel like another member of the squad. He saw how his brothers and his little sister treated you like family, but he couldn’t. So he just observed you and catalogued all the information he acquired about you. For example, he had been surprised at your reaction about landing on this planet, you were plethoric and said something about swimming under the sun that made your eyes sparkle in a way that confused him. He didn’t know that was a passion of yours, but would include it in his catalogue. Even if you were excited about the wrong reasons. Tech had chosen this planet because there was a fascinating species of beetle, endemic to this area. Hunter had told him that it was okay as long as it was a safe location, and they could actually relax. Those were also the wrong reasons, but Tech was used to everyone being wrong around him.

Since everyone was sick enough of being stuffed inside the Marauder, they had decided to make camp in a lovely clearing that Hunter had found scouting. It was next to some river, surrounded by small blue trees with beautiful purple flowers —they were not poisonous, he had checked— and far enough away that the illusion that they were on holiday, and not next to the ship in case they had to rush out of there, was complete.

Tech had established the perimeter, and when he came back everything was settled and everyone was doing their own thing, so he decided to go look for his beetles. Hunter and Crosshair were igniting some fire, quietly talking like they used to do since Cross came back to them, and Wrecker and Omega were collecting purple flowers, apparently Wrecker was going to teach her how to make flower crowns. Annoyed, he realized that you were missing, and he hadn’t even noticed when you went away. That bothered him, and he was tempted to ask, but stopped himself. He wasn’t your keeper, probably you had gone back to the ship to get something. He put on his helmet and went along with his personal mission, trying to forget the nagging sensation at the back of his neck.

The plan was to find a nest and record some footage, some noises maybe if he was lucky. After spotting some specimen, he followed them and soon there was a procession in front of him, so he started to record already this curious behaviour. They arrived at what appeared to be a bank near a lake, where a lush violet plant was being used as a buffet for a whole colony. Tech was delighted by his discovery, getting as close as he could without disturbing the insects. He was so enthralled that it took him a moment to register what he was hearing. A splashing sound. He walked around the violet plant and there, not far from where he was standing, were you, getting out of the water completely naked. The sun reflected on your skin as the droplets of water fell down your breasts and your stomach, and Tech found himself staring, mesmerised. He couldn’t look away, his precious beetles all but forgotten. You walked out and laid down on a flat stone, stretching like a lazy tooka. It wasn’t until your skin was dry, and you started to dress again, that he became aware that he had stayed standing there, looking at your naked form all this time. He sneaked around quickly and walked away before you could spot him. It wasn’t until he arrived at the ship that realisation fell upon him. The recording. He never stopped recording.

Four times. He has already seen it four times. Tech had intended to delete it, or at least the last part, there was no reason to delete the beetles, really, it had been a good holo of very rare insects until he’d got— distracted. He had watched it first just to make sure that, as he suspected, it had continued recording. Once he confirmed it, though, he just couldn’t stop watching. There was something he couldn't understand about you, and about himself, and maybe if he watched it once more time it would become clear to him. Seated on the pilot chair, datapad on his hand, Tech pressed play again, and same as the other four times, this fifth he also held his breath the moment the camera panned, and you came into focus, your skin glistening against—

“What are you watching, Tech?” You didn’t mean to startle him, you were sure he had heard the ramp, but the usually calm soldier jumped on his seat and turned to face you with wide brown eyes behind his tinted lenses.

“I was recording beetles.” Tech held his hands up, as if you had caught him stealing meilooruns, and you found it funny until you saw what was playing on his datapad.

“Is that— is that me?”

“Technically, yes. But as I was saying, I was recording the beetles on this nook and you—”

“And I’m clearly not a beetle, Tech, why did you record me then?” You interrupted him, trying to wrap your mind around what was happening. It had been a long time since you came to terms with your crush on the exceptional clone, and finding him watching a holo of you naked, was giving you mixed feelings; astonishment, embarrassment, curiosity, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were also feeling a little bit flattered. Still, an explanation would be nice, and by the looks of it, you were about to get one. “It was a misadventure, a mishap. Don’t look at me like that, it is the truth! You must believe me— Ah, yes, I know, I can prove it.”

Quite pleased with himself, Tech showed you his datapad, the image of you laying under the sun still on its screen, and you raised your eyebrow at him, but before you could actually protest, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer. He held the datapad up to you and started the holo from the beginning, and sure enough, there were the beetles. Those cute little things were parading in front of the camera like little soldiers, and almost made you laugh thinking of Tech marching behind them, but caught yourself in time. The camera moved quickly and then your naked figure getting out of the water appeared, effectively confirming his version of the story. He was looking at you, his brow furrowed, clearly concerned about proving himself to you, and you started to feel mischievous. Even if it had been a ‘misadventure’ you felt like he deserved a little teasing for it, if only because it had not stopped there.

“See? It was an unfortunate accident.” Tech declared proudly.

“An accident,” you deadpanned. “Tech, the holo is very long for an accident. It might have been an accident the first two or three seconds, but the rest? Care to explain?” You crossed your arms and tried to look intimidating, or as intimidating as you could look to a highly trained soldier.

“Oh, I was just scientifically mesmerized,” Tech said, as if it had been obvious.

“I’m sorry?” Your arms fell to your side, and you felt your cheeks warming. So much for intimidating.

“I watched it four times –fives if you had not interrupted me– and on this time I have come to the only plausible conclusion. You are a fine specimen yourself, so it was for scientific purposes.” He remarked, looking up at your perplexed face.

“Scientific… purposes?” You sounded as bewildered as you felt.

“That’s it,” Tech brighten at you, a small smile on his lips, seeming genuinely happy that you had understood his explanation.

“I guess then,” you tried to recover yourself. Oh, he needed to learn a lesson for sure, “those same scientific purposes are the reason why you were rewatching it so many times, isn’t it?”

“Indeed. I’m glad you understand.”

“Mhhm, I sure do.” You turned around, inconspicuously closing the door to the cockpit, pretending you were thinking, when in reality, the plan was quite clear in your mind already. “But tell me, Tech, if that is the case, wouldn’t you prefer a more direct method?”

Tech froze, no doubt that exceptional mind of his going through every possible interpretation of what you were saying. After a moment, he turned his head slightly to the side, “What do you mean by that?”

You smiled, bright and broadly. “I’m right here, I could just show you, better than behind a bush in the distance or a low quality holo-recording.”

“My holo-recordings are not low quality,” he chimed, offended.

“Tech, focus.”

“They are not,” he lifted a finger to stop you, “but yes, darling, I might be— I might be interested in a more direct approach, if you are willing.”

“For science, of course.”

“Of course.” He nodded, a serious expression on his face betrayed only by a small tapping of his leg on the floor. “To be sure, though, what are you exactly proposing?”

As all answer, you smirked and pulled your shirt over your head. A sharp intake of air was heard inside the cockpit, but you didn’t want to look at Tech just yet, in case you lost your bravado. Slowly, you let the garment fall to the floor, and continued with the top you wore underneath. Once both pieces were at your feet, and you were naked from the waist up, you took a deep breath and then allowed yourself to look at him. Tech was enraptured, his expression looked relaxed, but his hands were gripping the datapad a little too tight. His eyes were focused on you, or to be more precise, on your breasts. You chuckled and repressed the urge to tease him with an ‘eyes up here, soldier’. To be fair, him looking was the whole point of this.

“Would you mind coming closer?” he licked his lips, eyes still nowhere near your face.

Leisurely, you took the two steps that separated you from him, and stopped once your knees bumped into his. He opened his mouth slightly, and the sigh that fell from it hit your skin, goosebumps breaking through it and making your nipples stiffen in reaction.

“Oh,” he murmured. “Fascinating.”

You had miscalculated what being under his gaze was going to do to you, you were extremely turned on, and kind of ashamed that just being half naked in front of Tech’s scrutinizing gaze was enough for your cunt to start dripping.

“Would it be acceptable a more thorough exploration?” Tech finally looked up at you, his voice calm and polite as usual, but his eyes, oh, Force. His pupils were completely blown out, dark and full of what you could only describe as hunger, and you felt your whole body burn. Despite that, he asked once more. “Darling? Would it–”

“Yes,” you rasped out, finally founding your voice.

He smiled a little at you and moved, you haven’t noticed how still he had been until now. He dropped his datapad on the floor and reached with one hand to remove his glove. A whine escaped from your throat, and he stopped the action, looking at you through his eyelashes. You really felt like one of those creatures he studied on every planet, he behaved like he was concerned about spooking you, when in fact, your feet had locked to the floor, as if magnetised. He continued removing his second glove, and then looked at you, expectant, waiting for permission one more time.

You took another deep breath, your chest rising with the motion. “It’s okay, Tech, go ahead.”

When he raised his hand, it trembled a little, which you found odd since you had seen him deactivate bombs with a steady pulse, but didn’t have time to dwell on it. He touched you first with just one finger, on the underside of your breast, and with the utmost care, he ran it through your skin, following the curve of it. His hand wasn’t trembling any longer, but you were. When his finger reached the side, he closed his whole hand over it and knead firmly your whole breast, his movements so studied, so careful, that he was driving you insane. The heat of his hand was seeping through your body, and you could feel your wetness gathering in your panties, his simple action was exciting you more than any sex you had in your life, and you were worrying about the implications of it when he relaxed his hold and swept his thumb through your nipple. Your mind short-circuited, and you gasped loudly.

“Interesting,” his voice was still smooth, but the colour of his cheeks was letting you know he was not completely unfazed about what was happening. “Are they that sensitive?”

You let out a strangled sound when he repeated the motion, this time tweaking harder at the bud. You hoped he was not expecting a more articulated answer than that, he was a scientist, he could figure it out by himself.

In a quick motion, Tech grabbed your waist with his other hand and yanked at you, opening his legs to let you space to stand closer to him. Instinctively, you put your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance, effectively caging each other. He looked at you again, while deliberately moving his face forward, closer to your breast, giving you time to move, but you just clawed at his shoulders and pushed him to you. If you thought that his hand was warm, his tongue was on fire. He didn’t remove his fingers, just squeezed harder while with his tongue flat licked at your nipple. You moaned, and moved your hands to his nape, seeking to press his face closer to your chest. Tech groaned and closed his eyes, fully enveloping your nipple with his mouth. At the back of your mind, you noticed the cold of his goggles against your skin, the contrast with his warm mouth making you shiver. He kept mouthing and lapping at your breast, completely entranced, while his other hand crept up from your waist to your other breast and grabbed it, kneading it in time with his mouth on the other one.

Your legs were starting to feel weak, and your cunt between those legs was pulsing for attention. As if on cue, Tech detached his face from you, eyes still closed and both hands firmly grabbing your boobs.

“I believe that for carrying on with the experiment, I require an even more thorough investigation.”

“An even more thorough—?” You were still in a haze after his ministrations, and looked confused at him.

“Yes. I am going to need you naked.” He stopped for a moment, pondering something, before continuing. “And you must sit on my lap.”

You whimpered again, but since Tech apparently needed confirmation, you also nodded enthusiastically and started to reach out to remove the rest of your clothes. Tech grabbed your wrists to stop you, gentle but firm, and put them again on his shoulders, proceeding himself with your trousers, pulling them down, underwear included. Unsure about the state of your balance, you stepped cautiously free of your clothes and looked at Tech, waiting for instructions about how exactly he wanted you on his lap. He manhandled you into position, closing his legs and opening yours, sitting you down straddling his whole lap. You were suddenly very conscious about your situation; completely naked, sitting on top of a completely dressed Tech. He opened his legs slightly, opening yours as well and exposing your wet pussy to the cold air, making you gasp and squirm a little. Tech grabbed your ass with his left hand to secure your position, while his right caressed your thigh, travelling up your hip, your stomach, through your sternum, up until resting it on your neck under your chin.

“You are enchanting, you know that?” His tone of awe caught you by surprise.

“Is that why you wanted to study me?” You enquired breathlessly, the weight of his hand on your throat.

“Yes, I am glad you suggested it. It was exactly what I needed.”

“Better than the holo, then?” He chuckled with you, his hand travelling down your body again.

“Much better indeed.” He stopped at the apex of your thigh, and his focus returned to your body.

Without any hesitation, he ran his finger through your slit, finding it completely drenched. As with your breast, he explored first with one finger, circling it around your entrance and gathering the wetness there, and then going back up to your hood, pressing against your clit firmly. You were somewhat aware of the noises you were making, his movements in perfect sync with your gasps and moans. He circled around two more times, paying extra attention every time he passed through your clit now, and then thrust his finger inside you without warning. You were wet enough that he found no resistance, on the contrary, you felt your muscles clamping on him, as if dragging him further inside you.

“Truly fascinating, darling,” his voice wasn’t as calm and collected any longer, instead he was breathless, as if he was the one being fingered and not the other way around.

“I’m glad you are enjoying this, but I need you to do more.”

“More?”

“Yes, more Tech, you are driving me insane here at this pace right now.”

“Oh, of course, my apologies. Like this?” He inserted a second finger, and your witty answer died on your tongue. “Yes, it seems like this is sufficient for now. Do you– do you like my fingers up your cunt, darling?”

You moaned at his filthy question. Combined with his fingers pumping inside you, it made you see stars. You were grabbing at his neck for dear life, your fingers clawing at his skin would be probably hurting him, but he wasn’t complaining, instead he kept talking, as if he couldn’t stop now.

“What an amazing discovery, I didn’t imagine that the inside of your cunt would feel so good, wet, and warm. Soft. Would you look at this, every time I pull them out you squeeze them like you don’t want me to go.” You were on the verge of tears, the stimulation and his voice was too much and not enough, luckily for you, he was very clever and a quick learner. “I believe you need a little bit more, don’t you?”

His thumb found your clit and pressed firmly in quick, tight circles, and you gasped, “Fuck, Tech! Don’t stop, I—“

“I have no intention of stopping, don’t worry, darling. Now, why don’t you show me how splendid you look when you cum.”

You felt your orgasm hit you like the punch entering hyperspace, all your senses expanding for a moment, your body convulsing and your pussy clenching on Tech’s fingers that thankfully weren’t stopping to help you ride it out. When you came back from your high, you let your head fall on his shoulder and disentangled your hands that fell limp on his lap. You had a perfect view of both your laps, his fingers still inside of you with your cum dripping down his hand, another peak of pleasure piercing through you. You could also see the sizeable bulge on his crotch, and your fingers twitched.

Tech removed his fingers carefully and brought his hand up between both of you, his index and thumb rubbing, smearing your cum. You watched with wide eyes as he lazily brought his hand up and licked his fingers, groaning as soon as your cum touched his tongue.

“Darling, I might require further research on this. Scientific purposes, of course.”

Thank you for reading! Reblogs and comments are appreciated because I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm three tookas in a trench coat.

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kid-az · 8 months

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All Tomorrows: Vanga-Vangog’s Puppeteer headcanons

Conceptually, the Temptor’s were one of the most interesting of the posthumans, with the males being worker drones and the woman immobile flesh trees with much greater intellect and the ability to control these men. They were however killed off by a comet in canon, unable to become sapient like many other extinct posthumans.

Vanga-Vangog would however explore their potential in the form of their descendants, the Puppeteers. These sapient people would further exaggerate the features of their ancestors, the males being what are effectively mindless meat robots controlled by the pheromones of the much larger, sapient, yet now completely immobile females.

I wish to go on a tangent about the possible culture, values, and the state of their world like I did for his other fanmade species, the Clicker’s

-Due to the male drones being mindless and viewed more as extensions of their body than independent, the act of sexual love is foreign in the Puppeteer’s culture, with romantic love being exclusive to unions between woman. These individuals would act as pen lovers, sending eachother messages, specially made robots/designer drones, and the occasional meetup via their equivalent of Zoom.

-Occasional, these romantic pairs would decide to move into their partner’s tower, living alongside them inside the same atrium room. This was a more recent tradition, as their post scarcity society and technology allowed themselves to be moved easier.

-Because of how individuals couldn’t meet up physically due to the obvious, the Puppeteer's never developed any actual table manner’s, often messily devouring meat, vegetables, and many other types of food via overhang conveyer belts. By the end of their meal sessions, they would be covered in chunks of their food and juices, having to be sprayed by their drones via hoses filled with soapy, scented water.

-Inspite of their seemingly draconian biology, (Often by people mistaking the male drones as sapient, which they are not) their post-scarcity government was one of the most democratic among the Second Empire, with every civilian having equal say and rights in politics. These debates were set up in their zoom equivalents.

-Puppeteers, surprisingly enough, do have fashion. During their ancient history, they would often need to wear thick blankets wrapped around them every winter so as to not freeze to death, and this tradition of having drones make blankets carried onto their modern day, even though they live in temperature-regulated towers. These blankets would be made out of fur and wool of non-sapient cousins, their cotton plant equivalent, or silk, and be very thick yet also soft and secure.

-The male drones would also be decorated, early on by dyeing and tattoos, but later more conventional clothing after it was introduced by their posthuman cousins. And no, their fashion wasn’t gender-based, male drones would be given either female, male, or gender neutral clothing by the queens.

-Baby Puppeteer’s would live right beside their mothers early on, being tended to and cared for by her drones while they would converse. For most of their history, this was the only time female puppeteers would physically meet eye-to-eye. These children, once of age, would often have a tower built by their mothers and her friends, and would move into them to spend the rest of their lives.

-Infertile Puppeteer females, due to their inability to birth males to use as extensions of their bodies, had to be well-cared for by the drones of their friends and/or family, and would traditionally be given the task of being soothsayers or recorders of oral tradition, since their was not much else they could do. The development of robotics allowed these infertile individuals more independence and personal freedom.

-They we’re huge, avid consumers of TV media and literature, with them spending much of their times either reading or watching screens, eating food, talking to friends and neighbors on their screen, or watching their drones and robots perform and do silly antics for their enjoyment. (They’d often recreate other posthuman memes with their drones.)

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The Bad Batch 3.4 ‘A Different Approach’ Recap

Gif from this post by @azertyrobaz because despite my efforts, the Tumblr gif search function is trash and I couldn't find any gifs from this season.

They’re back together again! But oh boy, is that going to be one tense and fraught conversation when they finally stop staring at each other from across the large space between them that is doing an excellent job as the visual metaphor for the vast chasm that’s opened up between them. Obvious symbolism aside, onto the live blog reaction recap part.

Well that shuttle isn’t going to last long

Aw, the first thing Omega thinks to do is contact Hunter T_T

“I can see that.” — LMAO the sass XD

This shuttle feels a lot bigger than it looks. How does it have 2 levels? Tardis shuttle?

Down we go!

That’s the shot of Omega piloting a ship from the trailer

A cold planet and all they’ve got is what they’re wearing? Not good

Yus, Omega wants to go back to free the other clones! I’m glad someone hasn’t forgotten about them. They’re totally going to go back to Mount Tantiss, though Crosshair absolutely (and understandably) does not want to. I still think a theme for this season is going to be something related to what Rex is up to and freeing the clones from the Empire.

Crosshair just magically acquiring a backpack somehow

That’s the shot of the crashed shuttle from the trailer

Still really curious as to what Scorch and all the commandos with the glowing visors are up to

Nala Se regretting her life choices

“That is most surprising.” — LMAO, suuuuuuuure

Hemlock is not falling for her nonsense at all

“False positives are to be expected.” — ahahahahahaha that is a desperate deflection. She is are so screwed

“Your future, however, is less certain.” — yes good excellent tear the bitch apart

Well that clothing on the line is totally going to get stolen

Painfully clear in two shots that the locals are friendly with the Imperials

It's Star Wars, so of course that means, ponchos!

Omega and Crosshair are wearing Imperial clothing. How are they not getting spotted immediately?

“The hound” — Crosshair, her name is Batcher. He’s totally going to slowly warm up to her over the season though, culminating in finally calling Batcher by her name. Similar to Crosshair finally calling Omega by her name.

Lol called it. Clothing stolen off the line

“No.” — CACKLING

Crosshair, wtf are you wearing?!

I think we had that shot of the shuttle flying over the town in the trailer as well. They’re really going through a lot of what was in the trailer, which is to be expected as Disney has a track record of only putting footage from the first half of a season in trailers.

Crosshair is very keen to shoot first and ask questions later

“I can hardly wait.” — More cackling. Loving Crosshairs utterly done sarcastic sass

Lmao subtle Omega xD

Crosshair is looking very dystopian sci-fi zombie apocalypse in his natty little outfit with ridiculous head tube thing

“Sounds like a you problem.” — Lol which writer has been on the internet far too much?

“Well that went well. Stow it.” — CACKLING

“Then quit wasting time complaining.” — ahahahah I’m loving Omega’s sass as well. She’s not taking any of Crosshair’s nonsense

“Of course you do.” — LMAO Crosshair is so done XD

Hmmm, that street urchin is definitely going to be important later

Crosshair is so unimpressed. What have they been teaching her while I was gone?

Really like how the only thing you can really see clearly of Crosshair’s face in his outfit is the reflection of his eyes. That’s also plenty for the tapetum lucidum fandom headcanon to run with.

Omega’s making excellent use of appearing like a cute, sweet, innocent little child in her scamming.

Why is the bartender droid Scottish?

Crosshair lurking in the shadows with about as much subtlety as Rex was in Cid's bar in season 1

Are these stormtroopers clones or natborns? I don’t think we’ve seen any clones in clone trooper armour yet this season. They do turn up eventually because you can see some of them behind Wolffe in that shot of him during the trailer. I’m guessing they’re using this as a way of visually representing the difference between the clones and stormtroopers?

Crosshair clicking his tongue 👀 That’s going to send the Crosswhores absolutely wild.

“Never seen you or your dad around before” — He said the thing! He said the thing! CrossDad confirmed!

Scottish bartender droid has turned into exposition droid

“You seem to have misunderstood your enemy.” — hmmm, why do I have a bad feeling about this that this is going to come back and bite everyone in the ass later on in the season?

Does anyone know what this card game is? I not sure if it’s sabacc

This Imperial Captain really is a ridiculously OTT caricature of a slimy, corrupt officer. And why does he sound like a character from Wallace and Gromit?

Those 5,000 extra credits are totally going to get swindled out of them

Crosshair ready to throw down with a kid

Lmao doubly called it! That street urchin was gonna turn up again and the extra credits were lost almost immediately

What on earth was that cockney street urchin accent anyway. What is this, Oliver Twist?

Crosshair don’t even kid yourself, there’s no way you’re going to abandon Omega

Why is the Empire keeping even more animals in cages?

Lol of course he wasn’t going to abandon her

“But my skills are being wasted.” — Crosshair really wants to shoot things

“Noted.” — LMAO

Did the machine operator just spot Omega and Crosshair?

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” — She’s totally going to free the other animals. Omega’s already done that once before when she freed Muchi as a distraction during season 1. Crosshair sounds so done XD

Well that’s gone well, and predictably

Lau? What’s Lau? Who’s Lau? Is Lau the planet they’re on? Or the town they’re in? Or is Lau the name of the Wallace and Gromit captain? What is this Lau?

The upside down cone hats on the locals look familiar. They kind of remind me of some of the hats the Neimoidians wore

We keep getting shots of that stormtrooper at the top of the tower. Are they going to be important?

Noticed that the stormtroopers seem to have 2 small vertical grey lines on the top left side of their helmets. I wonder what these signify? Or if they signify anything at all?

“Let’s try things your way.” — Time for Crosshair to shoot some things! That “Finally” was almost purred

Oh no, shaking hand. It is the one he shoots with as well

Lol called it again, Omega frees all the animals so they can escape in the chaos that ensues

Was that a rubber chicken noise?!

More shots of that stormtrooper on the top of the tower. Hmmm, who are you?

Rip the Wallace and Gromit captain. The tentacles got him

Lol @ the stormtrooper getting blasted off the top of the tower

New ship acquired! +10 space grand larceny points

Is this still Scorch talking to Hemlock at the shuttle crash site? Scorch, what are you doing? What are you up to?

“Notify all our operatives” — What operatives? Is this where the bounty hunters come in?

“I’m heading to a remote location,” — nooooooooo not Pabu

Omg are they actually going to reunite in this episode?

That was surprisingly gentle from Crosshair

Oh, not Pabu then. Random isolated moon? Where is this? Omg what if this is the same moon the Tribunal crashed on?

Aw, there’s the Marauder! Though not for long, going off what was in the new short trailer that was released today.

The music here is beautiful

Omg they’re actually reuniting. Legit tearing up

Aaaaaaah the way Wrecker hugged Omega *sobbing*

Aw they’re both crying

“Five.” — oh fuck

All the tears

Bad Batch theme?

“I had help.” — here we go

Omg the look on Hunter’s face as he looks over Omega’s shoulder

The long shot of Crosshair descending the ramp of the cargo ship on the left side of the frame and Wrecker, Omega, and Hunter on the right side of the frame is so, so good. The cinematography and framing in this is just fantastic

…Wrecker?

Oooookay, this is tense. Omega’s picked up on it too.

You can see Crosshairs face briefly look almost open before he immediately hardens and closes himself off and almost braces for a fight

Asd;flkj you can’t leave it there! Talk to each other!!!

Tbh I wasn’t expecting that reaction from Wrecker. Hunter, sure, but not Wrecker. Cautious and wary maybe but not almost openly hostile. That is going to be one awkward and fraught conversation next episode.

I’m really glad they actually showed Wrecker crying. That it’s ok for men to cry and show emotions.

#the bad batch #star wars #tbb #tbb s3 spoilers #bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #tbb s3 #tbb season 3 #sw tbb #star wars the bad batch #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb wrecker #tbb hunter #omega #crosshair #hunter #wrecker

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New Headcanon Just Dropped

I recently started getting into genealogy and have managed to trace my father's family, at least, back into the 1700s. Given the real dearth of contact I had with my blood relatives during childhood (and now), this is very exciting for me, and it has also spawned a new headcanon:

After Anakin (whose only known ancestor was his mother) rises in the empire and gains unlimited access to galactic records, he tracks down his mother's bill of sale and uses it to find her ancestral home and build out a family tree going back at least a dozen generations. He's mildly obsessed with it and tracks down hundreds or even thousands of distant relatives, adding all of their names and thousands of associated records to his files.

Palpatine, on the other hand, grew up a member of the Nubian aristocracy and has richly detailed family records going all the way back to the human colonization of Theed--and he doesn't give a damn. He's not interested in his musty ancestors and can't imagine why Anakin is.

I mean, he gets on an intellectual level why an orphan would care about this and he's packed it away for a rainy day of manipulation, if required, but on a personal level he finds it tiresome.

(Although, if we were go to a level deeper, of course, I'm sure we would find all sorts of avoidant trauma in Palpatine's lack of interest).

#anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #headcanon #meta #personal #star wars

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my thoughts are still somewhat rough but man i cant stop thinking about yao, yong-soo and kiku during the “first” sino-japanese war. the way that conflict is both utterly familiar but also alien, from yong-soo’s pov. familiar, because the first time china and japan ever clashed in recorded history was 1,300 years ago—in what became a power struggle centred on the korean peninsular; due to tang china and yamato japan having competing alliances with different korean kingdoms (china and silla, japan and baekje— and i headcanon that yong-soo is/was silla) the “first” sino-japanese war in the 1890s? it was qing dynasty china versus meiji japan—in a competition for influence over korea—and unlike how the tang navy crushed japan back then, japan won this time. history rhymes and has its ironic bookends.

it’s also alien, i’m thinking. because when it comes down to it, yong-soo and kiku previously internalised the sinocentric and confucian world order created by yao to a great degree. that cultural dynamic persisted even during eras where china was ruled by the mongols—or the manchu, during the qing era. kiku and yao always had this complicated dynamic that blurred the line between empire/tribute, teacher/student with kiku always teetering between accepting and questioning yao’s authority far more than yong-soo did. nonetheless, kiku kept his hair long and up in a topknot, and imported yao’s written language and philosophy into his own voluntarily. so, the first sino-japanese war? seeing kiku face yao, not only in a western-style uniform, but with his hair newly cropped short? this rivalry is an old dance between them, but the world is not the same. meiji japan may have westernised, but it was still asian and especially conscious of that asian identity in diametrical opposition to western empires (or japanese pan-asianism wouldn’t be a thing)— and in that context, kiku’s short hair feels like a symbolic severance of one thread of that sinocentric confucian tradition (teacher and student) that the three of them belonged to for so long.

lastly, there’s the fact that a lot of pre-modern chinese cultural influence was physically transmitted to japan via korea. so, to me, significance of the 1890s war isn’t just yao being usurped, but kiku turning to yong-soo very coolly all, see? he is not the one who rules all under heaven. not anymore; the emperor is dead, long live the emperor. or, as we say it in east asia—吾皇万岁—may the emperor live ten thousand years.

#hetalia #hws china #hws south korea #hws japan #hetalia headcanons #credit @bubbleteahime for a lot of great conversations about this

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smileygoth · 1 year

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Til I Hear It From You - Part Three (Stranger Things / Empire Records)

Read Part One here! Read Part Two here!

'Wayne' fesses up and lets himself get a bit more comfortable. While hanging out with Debra he opens up a little more, and then events force him to reveal more than he wants to.

CW: A little angst, a lot of fluff.

Word Count: 2,666 words.

Image courtesy of Netflix.

Week 3

The following Saturday, when nearly everyone was there, Eddie asked for a word with everyone in the staff room. Joe, either knowing or suspecting what it was about, covered the floor while they all crammed in, on and around the sofa.

“My name isn’t Wayne,” he told them. “It’s Eddie. There’s reasons why I gave you a fake name that I really don’t want to get into right now, but I’ve been reliably informed that I’m not very good at using a fake name.” He shot a glance at Debra, who sniggered. “And it feels weird anyway, so … Yeah.”

There was silence for a moment. Then Warren spoke up. “That’s cool,”he said. “My name isn’t Warren. It’s Robert. But I’m cool with Warren now.”

Berko snorted. “Your name’s Robert?”

Mark looked confused. “Okay, but … now we have two Eddies. How are we gonna tell them apart?”

Debra glared at him. “You mean apart from the fact that they’re completely different people?”

“No, I mean, like, if they’re both working and Joe says ‘I need Eddie’, how do we know which one he means?”

There was another silence. They all looked around at each other (except for the other Eddie, who was ironically the only one not there). Then Lucas spoke up. “Well, we have Pizza Eddie … and Metal Eddie.” He gestured with his hands.

Eddie laughed. “Oh man, I am so okay with being called Metal Eddie!”

Mark looked relieved. Gina hugged him. “There you go, Marko. Crisis averted.”

Pizza Eddie, it turned out, was less happy with being called ‘Pizza Eddie’, but by that point it was already decided.

The week passed with no more dramatic incidents, and Eddie noticeably relaxed around the other staff, the simple fact of being honest about his name seemingly knocking down some kind of wall he had placed up. He joked around with Debra, flirted back a little with Gina, started having long conversations with Berko about guitars, and even moshed around the store a little when Mark played his metal music on the stereo. Once or twice he disappeared into the office with Joe and they had long talks. He came out of those looking like a weight had been lifted from him. He even started staying late at the store after his shifts ended. When Joe yelled at him about not going home, he just responded with “Everyone I know is here, where else am I gonna go?” Joe grumbled something about not expecting to get paid for the extra time, and Eddie laughed and agreed. But somehow his paycheck still got bigger at the end of the week.

Sunday rolled around, and after their shift ended at six Eddie and Debra were hanging out on the sofa in the staff room, as Debra often did and Eddie seemed to be getting into the habit of. Debra was finishing off some paperwork and Eddie was scuffing his boot over one of the coins glued to the floor. Eventually he got tired of it and got up, wandering around the room aimlessly. He peeked out at the store, but it was mostly empty, so he went back to pacing.

Debra glanced up at him. “That it extremely annoying.”

Eddie shrugged. “I’m bored.”

“So go home.”

“So I can be bored there? No thanks.” He paused, looking thoughtful, then sat down next to Debra with a mischievous look on his face. “You know, we could go out.”

“Out where?” Debra asked without looking up.

“I don’t know, I don’t know the area. Like … to a bar or something? Or to a movie?”

Abandoning the paperwork, Debra leaned back with a teasing smile. “Eddie Cunningham, are you asking me out on a date?”

Eddie flushed red. “Um … no … I mean …” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Okay, so first, that’s not my surname.”

“Big surprise,” Debra replied, rolling her eyes.

“And second, I’m asking you to hang out with me, not on a date. Not that I wouldn’t want to date you, but …” He faltered a little, rubbing his hand through his hair, and recovered. “That’s not really something I’m looking for right now.”

Debra nodded. “That’s okay. I don’t want to date you anyway.”

Eddie frowned. “Why not?” he asked, sounding a little affronted.

“I don’t date guys with more hair than me.”

Eddie eyed her grown-out buzz cut and snorted. “But that’s like … everyone.”

Debra smiled. “Exactly.” She sighed and got to her feet. “Okay, fine. Just let me put this paperwork away and grab my jacket.”

Eddie jumped excitedly to his feet. “Awesome! Where are we going?”

Debra laughed at him. With his big eyes, unruly hair and the way he bounced around, he was like a puppy when he was happy. “Well, there’s like one half-decent bar near here,” she said.

“Sounds enchanting,” Eddie quipped, already pulling his jacket on.

As they walked down the centre aisle of the store, Gina looked up from the counter and smiled. “You’re actually leaving?” she said with mock surprise. “Did somebody die?”

“No,” Eddie replied. “I actually managed to convince Deb to hang out with me somewhere other than work.”

“He twisted my arm,” Debra added. “It was brutal.”

Gina gaped. “Oh my God, are you guys going on a date?”

“No,” they both replied in unison. Debra added, “It is possible for a girl to be friends with a guy without wanting to screw him, you know.”

Gina pulled a face. “Sounds boring,” she said. “Well, you kids have fun! Play safe!” As Debra rolled her eyes and dragged Eddie past the counter to the doors, Gina called after them: “I want to hear all the hot gossip tomorrow!”

The sun was already low on the horizon outside, casting long shadows in the pale light. Debra zipped up her jacket and nodded down the street. “This way.”

Eddie followed her without questioning to a small bar on a corner a few minutes’ walk away. It was dimly lit and furnished with wooden walls plastered with band posters. A small stage stood empty art the far end of the room, and a handful of patrons were littered around the circular tables. An old-fashioned jukebox was playing soft rock. Eddie gave an approving nod. “Not bad,” he said.

“It’s this or sports bars or Hooters knockoffs,” Debra remarked.

Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “Hooters?” Debra glared at him, and he laughed, holding his hands up. “Joking. Here’s fine.”

They grabbed beers at the bar, served by a sour-faced guy with long blonde hair who looked like he’d rather be surfing, and sat down at one of the empty tables. ‘Epic’ by Faith No More came on and Eddie tapped his fingers on his beer bottle, nodding appreciatively.

“Alright, Eddie Whoever-You-Are,” Debra said, taking a swig from her beer. “We’re out. What do we do now?”

Eddie shrugged. “I don’t know. Talk? Load up the jukebox?” He pulled his cigarettes out of his pocket and popped one between his lips. “Smoke?”

Debra shook her head at the offered packet. “What do you want to talk about?”

Eddie pulled out a lighter and lit up his cigarette. “How about the obvious: music. What sort of stuff do you listen to?” He hooked the ashtray with the tip of one finger and dragged it closer.

Debra shrugged. “As long as it’s not teenybopper shit or dance crap, I listen to pretty much anything. Nirvana, Green Day, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Pixies, Alice in Chains, Garbage. You know. Good stuff.” She looked at him. “I know what kind of bands you’re into. Iron Maiden and Metallica and … Guns N Roses.”

“Guilty as charged,” Eddie replied with a smirk. He looked down at his faded white Guns N Roses t shirt.

“Do you play guitar?”

Eddie’s smirk faded. “Used to.”

“Why’d you stop?”

He fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably. “I don’t know … bad memories.”

Debra frowned. “Okay.”

An awkward silence fell between them for a moment. Debra drank a little more beer, watching Eddie. He had lapsed into a moody reverie, fingers picking at the label on his beer bottle. After a few minutes of silence she spoke up. “You know, it’s real hard to have conversation with you when you keep clamming up like this. I get you have stuff you don’t want to talk about, and after what you have told me I don’t want to push you, but I really think you might feel better if you do talk about it.”

Eddie sighed. “I really don’t get why you care so much. You hardly know me.”

“Despite my best efforts.” Debra smiled, then grew serious again. “I don’t know, maybe I have a soft spot for people who don’t have anyone. Because I don’t have anyone. Or didn’t. It took me a while to realise it, but one I started working at Empire, I had someone. I had Joe. And I had everyone else, though it took me even longer to realise that.” She jabbed his shoulder with her finger. “And now you work at Empire, you have people too. You don’t have to go through whatever you’re going through alone.”

Eddie’s face crumpled for a moment, and Debra felt a stab of alarm as she thought he was actually going to break down and cry. Then his face cleared and he took a deep breath.

“The last time I played guitar,” he said, “Was just before I … got hurt.”

“The scars?”

Eddie nodded. “I still have my guitar – it was one of the few things I brought with me from home – but every time I try to play it, I … I sort of go back there. It freaks me out. So I stop. I’ve hardly touched it for like ten years.” He gave a weak chuckle. “I probably suck now. I used to practice every single day. Had a band and everything. Played gigs.” His expression looked wistful. “It was great.”

Debra smiled. “What was your band called?”

“Corroded Coffin.”

“Corroded Coffin?” Debra made a face. “Oh God.”

“What?” Eddie laughed. “It’s a great name!”

“You come up with it all by yourself?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Would never have guessed.”

Eddie’s smile faded. “Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter now.”

“What else did you use to do?” Debra asked. “You know, when you weren’t playing guitar in Corroded Coffin.”

Eddie shrugged. “Played D&D.”

“Dungeons and Dragons?” Debra leaned back in her chair and laughed. “Oh my God! You are a massive, massive nerd!”

“Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it, babe.” Eddie pointed his beer bottle at her.

“No way. Never.” Debra shook her head. “Anyway, isn’t that game supposed to, like, rot your brain or something?”

Eddie gave a bitter smile. “Ah, you mean the stories about it being demonic and shit. Nah, that’s all bullshit. It’s just make-believe. Storytelling, really.” His smile disappeared. “Doesn’t stop the rumours, though.”

“Oh, were you the big scary satanist in your home town?”

“Something like that.”

“Wait.” Debra held up her hand. Eddie’s face was completely serious. “That’s … that’s now why they accused you of …”

Eddie shrugged. “No, not exactly. But it didn’t help.”

“Oh my God.” Debra shook her head. “That’s insane. I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

Eddie frowned and started picking at his bottle again. The song changed to ‘Creep’ by Radiohead. On impulse, Debra knocked back the rest of her beer and grabbed Eddie’s hand. “Let’s dance,” she said, pulling him to his feet.

“What? No!” Eddie protested, laughing. Nonetheless, he let Debra pull him into an open space between the tables and put her arms around his neck. He heaved a heavy sigh, but rested his hands lightly on her hips. “God. Fine.”

They swayed slowly to the song, looking into each others’ eyes. Eddie’s eyes kept darting away, but Debra kept hers steady. “See?” she said. “This is fun, right?”

“You’re trying to distract me,” Eddie said.

“Yep. Is it working?”

He laughed. “Yeah. I guess it is.”

“Good.”

They relaxed a little, listening to the music. “This is the sort of stuff you listen to?” Eddie asked.

“I like this song, yeah.”

“Kinda depressing, isn’t it?”

“Well, that’s me.”

Eddie chuckled. “I don’t think so. Also, you have really pretty eyes.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

He blinked. “Thanks. I’d say something nice about your hair too, but …”

Debra stuck her tongue out at him. “I rock this look.”

“No, you do. You totally do.”

They fell silent for a moment, moving gently to the music. A few people were watching them, but they ignored them. Eddie gave a deep sigh and dipped his head, resting his forehead against Debra’s. She stiffened a little, not sure what he was going to do. Then he spoke.

“Thanks for this, Deb. All of this. You’re a good friend.”

Debra smiled. “Aww, you called me your friend.”

“Oh, well, if you hate me, just let me know …” He tried to pull away.

Debra laughed and pulled him in close again. “Shut up and dance, friend.”

He grinned and relaxed back into her grip, swaying with the music again. She looked up into his face, into those big brown eyes, shaded by all that hair, and felt a warm glow of affection start in her chest. She really liked this guy. She really wanted him to be okay.

She opened her mouth to say something to that effect, then froze. Eddie’s relaxed expression had abruptly changed into one of alarm. He winced, and Debra felt a strong convulsion rip through him. His hands flew up to grasp the back of his neck, and he bent almost double, twisting away from Debra as he stumbled and let out a cry of pain. She grabbed his arm to steady him and could feel he was shaking.

“Eddie!” she exclaimed. “Jesus, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, grimacing in pain, and groped behind him for a chair. She guided him into it and knelt down in front of him as he hung his head, groaning. “What’s happening?” she asked. Then she saw the blooms of red starting to soak through his white shirt. “Oh God, Eddie, your scars!”

He looked down and pulled his jacket closed, then struggled to his fee. “I gotta go,” he said. “ I – I gotta get out of here.” Then he bolted for the door.

Shocked and afraid, Debra just stood there for a moment, watching him leave. Then she shook herself out of it and raced after him. She caught up to him in the street as he half-ran in the direction of the store. “Where are you going?” she cried.

He shook off her hand on his arm. “I have to go,” he said again. “I just … I gotta go.”

Debra grabbed his arm again. “Eddie, you’re bleeding! Let me help you!”

He pulled free from her again. “No!” he cried. “No, I – I gotta get out of here.”

“Wait, are you talking about leaving?” Debra exclaimed. “Like, the city, the state? Eddie, come on! Whatever this is, I told you, you don’t have to do it alone! You have friends here!”

Eddie kept going, rushing straight past the store and further down the street, toward where his motel was. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said with a bitter laugh.

“No, I don’t, because you won’t fucking tell me!” Debra snapped. “Eddie – Eddie, are you really just gonna run away?”

He stopped abruptly. “You won’t believe me,” he said, sounding about as miserable as anyone Debra had ever heard.

“Why don’t you let me decide that?” she said gently. “Come on, Eddie. Just talk to me. Then after you can leave, if you still want to.” He looked at her doubtfully, and she added: “All I want to do is help, if I can.”

“You can’t,” Eddie replied. “But … okay. Fine. But not out here. Come back to my place.”

#stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie fanfic #eddie lives #eddie imagine #eddie munson headcanon #mashup #empire records #1990s #nineties

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velnat004 · 2 days

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Hi! I love the idea of Turkish qunari, I was wondering if you'd be willing to share your headcanons about them? No pressure, I just think it's a fun concept to explore!

DISCLAIMER: This is not a meta but rather just self-indulgent stuff, if you headcanon the qunari as a different ethnicity OR have a non-qunari oc that is turkish-coded, that’s completely fine by me!

“Before their arrival in Thedas, the aforementioned race were once a part of the kossith that predated the Qun. The earliest known kossith contact with Thedas was when a colony of them had settled in the southern Korcari Wilds in -410 Ancient. It was overrun by darkspawn during the First Blight, and it is presumably this colony which led to the darkspawn developing ogres. There were no other recorded sightings of the horned race for another 1000 years.

They returned as the Qunari en masse on warships, called dreadnoughts, and arrived in Thedas from the north in 6:30 Steel. It's said that they originate from an unknown eastern land across the Boeric Ocean. Some scholars theorize that the Qunari come from the supposed eastern continent known as Amaranth.[20] They once threatened to conquer all of the known world, but after several Exalted Marches during the Qunari Wars they have lost much of the conquered land. Since then, peace has been made since with every nation except the Tevinter Imperium; with whom they are still involved in a prolonged war for dominance of the north.” (https://dragonage.fandom.com/wiki/Qunari)

Turkish history extends back thousands of years before the founding of the Turkish Republic in 1923. Turks, originally a nomadic people from Central Asia, established several empires, including the Seljuk Empire and later the Ottoman Empire, which was founded in Anatolia by Turkish ruler Osman in 1299. The Ottomans took Constantinople in 1453 and became a dominant world power encompassing Anatolia, the Maghreb in North Africa, southeastern Europe, parts of the Arabian Peninsula and Persian Gulf, modern day Iraq, and portions of the Caucasus. Consequently, the Ottoman Empire had a religiously and ethnically diverse population. Ottoman loss of territory starting in the 17th century prompted constitutional, educational, and military reforms to begin in the late 18th century. However, due to fragmentation of national groups within the empire, slow economic and technological progress, and the Ottomans’ ill-fated alliance with Germany, the empire collapsed at the end of World War I. Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, who had risen to prominence as a war hero in the Battle of Gallipoli (Gallipoli Campaign, (February 1915–January 1916), in World War I, an Anglo-French operation against Turkey, intended to force the 38-mile- (61-km- [https://www.britannica.com/event/Gallipoli-Campaign]) long Dardanelles channel and to occupy Constantinople., subsequently united disparate Turkish forces against the foreign occupation of Turkish lands and in favour of national sovereignty. (https://www.tc-america.org/issues-information/turkish-history-28.htm)

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"The Qunari do not have a concept of personal identity. While they possess names, they do not use them, primarily using titles rather than names to identify and present themselves. The names are in fact simply strings of genealogical information used only by the Tamassrans for record-keeping. Some of the name-titles include Sten, Arishok, and Tallis. However, they do make frequent use of nicknames."

Before that, Turks, as well as other ethnicities living in the Ottoman Empire, had no surname. People were addressed with titles like "hadji" (pilgrim), "hodja" (teacher), "agha" (master), "pasha" (general), "hafiz" (someone who have completely memorized the Qur'an), "lady/madam" and so on. (https://www.aa.com.tr/en/turkey/surname-law-a-profound-change-in-turkish-history)

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"The Qunari call outsiders bas ("thing") and consider them unfortunate beings who, however, have a potential to grow if the Qun's wisdom is imparted to them.The best an outsider can hope for amongst the Qunari is to be considered a basalit-an, "worthy of respect"; a basalit-an is a worthy foe, and one that can be negotiated with to an extent, but still bas regardless."

Giaour/Gavur (a Turkish adaptation of the Persian gâwr or gōr, an infidel), a word used by the Turks to describe all who are not Mohammedans, with especial reference to Christians. The word, first employed as a term of contempt and reproach, has become so general that in most cases no insult is intended in its use; for example in parts of China, the term foreign devil has become void of offence. A strict analogy to giaour is found in the Arabic kafir, or unbeliever, which is so commonly in use as to have become the proper name of peoples and countries. (https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Giaour)

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Aside from the historical jazz, the word "Kadaan" sounds and translates similar to "Kalbim" in Turkish <:

Kadan: Literally, "where the heart lies;" friend. An all-purpose word for a "person one cares about," including colleagues, friends and loved ones. Also means "the center of the chest."

Kalbim : "My heart" in Turkish, an endearment word

i couldn't find her reply under one of my posts but @loghainderolo mentioned that Seheron is the Thedas equalevent of Cyprus

Thank u for the ask! :D

#dragon age

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Cyclonis and the Cyclonian Royal Family

Aka I gave this girl a family and then had to figure out why so many of them are absent from the show. This was the second most popular option in that poll I posted, so here we go.

I headcanon Cyclonia to be a matriarchy. Every ruler of the Empire since its founding has been a woman, with rare exceptions when the men take the position of regents for one reason or another. Even if the firstborn of a generation is a boy, they will never have a claim to the throne.

Queen Alyka Prosperis was the second ruler of Cyclonia after its founding as a kingdom. She was gifted the throne by First Queen Marinia, as they were close friends prior to Marinia's death. Since then Alyka's descendants have ruled Cyclonia and its expanding empire in one of the longest-running bloodlines in recorded history. No one is entirely sure who her partner was, who helped father the bloodline.

Master Polaris is a black mark on the royal family's history. Many say she cursed all the men in her family to take the form of monsters, in a fit of jealousy towards her brother Hemlock. Ever since then, the men of Cyclonia's royal family have been sickly and weak.

Cyclonis's great-grandmother is Master Roburis. Originally the youngest of four sisters, Roburis was not expected to rise to power. Then a plague hit Cyclonia, devastating the royal family and leaving her as the last survivor of her sisters. She wasn't a particularly attentive mother to her daughter, Morrigan, and some sources say she's the one to blame for instigating war with the Free Atmos, only to palm off the fallout onto the next generation.

Empress Morrigan Anarchis started her reign with the goal of doing better than her mother. Instead, she lead Cyclonia into a 50 year war that didn't end with her death, and repeated history by handing it off to Cyclonis. There are rumours that she orchestrated the assassination of her own husband and let the Sky Knights take blame for it in an incident that almost killed her only child, Cyclamen. She wasn't particularly popular as a ruler when she died, in fact it was no secret that the public greatly favoured Dark Ace over her.

Delphinium Cyclonis was seen as a symbol of hope for Cyclonia. A chance to finally end the war one way or another, but unfortunately she proved to be just as bullheaded as her grandmother. More concerned with learning new magical secrets and accessing the far side than actually ruling her Empire, it all ended in disaster after Cyclonia Rising. Now her brothers Larkspur and Cardin (Cardin largely belongs to @ashe-alter, thank you for helping me figure out these brothers :3) are struggling to pick up the pieces.

#storm hawks #storm hawks headcanons #storm hawks lore #sunny's headcanons #sunnyverse headcanons #sunnyverse lore #sunny's storm hawks headcanons #storm hawks headcanon #cyclonis #master cyclonis #storm hawks cyclonis #cyclonia #anarchis #master anarchis

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I like to headcanon that the humanity we see in ME is a humanity who worked their shit out mostly, solved most of our internal issues, and is actively trying to improve and wants to see the other species improve too. Humanity isn’t perfect of course, but we know that (which is arguably one of our strengths, knowing full well we ain’t shit, but that’s another discussion). Because of that I think humans caused a social shift in the non-humans at some point, especially within the council races ESPECIALLY in turian society.

At first the reaction is “nosy humans, mind your business” but after a while I can see some of the aliens realize that “dammit, the humans are right.” Humans are the youngest species but we have lived many lives, we know their struggles, we know their problems by heart, because we lived them too, and we don’t want to see what happened to us happen to the rest of the galaxy.

More turians start asking why it is they’re forced to serve in the military, asari start to unpack their superiority complex they didn’t know they had, salarians start to realize the long term consequences of their short term solutions. Maybe EVERYONE starts to really question why there only three/four councilors and why exactly no one else is allowed in their special club. And the humans in the background watching and cheering because YES BESTIE, START ASKING QUESTIONS!

Humans are easily misunderstood and casted aside Because of how young of a species we are. I mean we've only started recording history what 2000 years ago? That's two Asari generations.

But they forget how much we have fucked around and found out during these 2000 years. All the dumb decisions we have made, all the wars we started, all the near world endings we've evaded by a coin toss.

It never was a matter of if we accidentally lead the homosapiens to extinction, it was always a matter of when.

All the inventions that had the slightest possibility of unleashing a flesh eating bacteria or setting the atmosphere on fire were proceeded nonetheless. All the times we flew too close to the sun with no regard to the wax scorching our skin.

But. We. Persist. Like an annoying roach, we are invasive and can't help but poke our noses where we don't belong just because we are hardwired to be problem solvers. And if there are no problems left? We create some just to solve it!

We easily spot the faults in turian society because we have been through it! We have records of Rome and their great empire which crumbled beneath its own weight, we have records of military centric societies losing sight of their purposes and turning against their own civilians.

We have been through it, and it sucks and we hate it, and we wish they'd just listen to us.

Don't even get me started on the asari and how their superiority complex blinds them so much that they actually rationalised SLAVERY. Humanity's biggest shame and regret. Not only did they enslave the vorcha who can't argue with a proper case against the asari because of their limited 20 years lifespan, but they've reached the level of capitalism hell that they started selling people to work of their debts. Making excuses as if not debriving them of basic respect, food and shelter justifies trading an actual living person's soul to the highest company bidder akin to stock at a sheep market.

Their entire justice system is built on lawyers taking advantage of loopholes, birbes and blackmail. They're living the dystopian cautionary tales every human was told and selling it as the most glamourise life of the advanced civilisation that the rest of the galaxy should all strive for.

Not to mention how their government activity ereased the prothean's interference in their early stages and rewrote history for it to be some asari goddess just to sell their propaganda more that they are born inherently better than the other races whilst also NEEDING us for a diverse genetic sequences in reproduction. Shaming for being lesser than them whilst using us to make more asari.

Or the salarians who narrowed the purpose of existence to birth work then death, who against all the braincells they manged to hoard failed to see how they were so concered with getting as much productiveness out of their short lives that they actually forgot to live the said lives.

The hanar who focused too much on spirituality and left no room for the mortal flaw to exist. Who isolated themselves in feverish reverence to worship their stone statues of past dead species while pretending a world outside isn't being built and almost within reach of the same capabilities of their so proclaimed gods. Who deemed others too ignorant or rude to deal with, who's only interaction with others are to educate their barbarian ways and show them the true meaning of life that they decided without consulting any other race.

IT'S A FUCKING CIRCUS SHOW.

HISTORY IS A FLAT FUCKING CIRCLE.

A PARADE OF HUMANITY'S MOST HORRIFIC DYSTOPIAS MASQUERADING AS THE PRIMA DONNA OF EDENS.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Aliens are in fact just like us.

Because they are rolling in the same mud puddles as us.

The shitstorm just happened to reach us before we could reach the stars.

While they're still flinging mudballs onto each other's faces and calling us the apes.

Having run out of my cynical juice tho, I think we at least will get the chance to play heros in this scenario.

Welcome any alien who decided to diverge from the norm of their society standards amidst our ranks and into our homes. Encouraging our turian friends to have dreams and hopes outside of war and country service, allowing our asari friends to be flawed mortals and calling them out on their mistakes without antagonising them, showing salarians how beautifully love is and there is more to marriage or starting a family than simple reproduction values.

It is funny how Korgans are essentially the least flawed and most civilised in comparison to the rest of the galaxy who shunned them for being savages.

I hope our invasive nature infects them, our songs about dreams and passion to move them, our continous persistent that they deserve so much more, that life could be so much better, that the world is bigger than their government lead them to believe would get them to glance outside their aluminium glided cages and wonder if apes were onto something.

#☆humans #☆asari #☆turians #☆salarians #☆hanar

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