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taytrashmouth · 5 months

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Request: Hiiii first comment on tumblr EVER…I really love 19 and 14..with peeta would be so cute (I’m in a peeta chokehold rn..) I LOVR YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH I CANT GET ENOUGH💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏 -@bigbootysniffer

Prompt 14: slow dancing by a fire

Prompt 19: person B is insecure about their scars and person A makes them feel better about it

This is adorable, I’m so in love with this request!!! Hope you like it!!!! Thanks so much for all your kind words it really means a lot to me ❤️❤️

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Peeta x reader. Set during mockingjay after Peeta is rescued from the capitol.

It had been a rough few weeks. First you lost Peeta, which made you pretty unbearable to be around. Then you saw him on TV saying all those things, using words that weren’t his.

Coin had to lock you in your room when they went to rescue him. When they finally did let you see him, you ignored everyone’s warnings including snows. He tried to kill you which was hard to deal with.

Two weeks later and no real developments had been made in the rebellion and they finally let you be alone with Peeta for an hour. You sat in the fake garden in the base of district 13.

And watched as the guards escorted him over to you. He didn’t look like himself. Thin and covered in bruises.

“Call us if you need to.” One of the guards handed you a buzzer. You nodded.

Peeta sat down on the picnic blanket next to you. You felt nervous around him. Which made you want to cry, you were scared of Peeta.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He didn’t look like he wanted to be here.

“I got your favourite bread. And orange soda.” You showed him.

He just stared. “I can’t remember what’s real and what’s not.” He spoke just above a whisper. He sounded so depressed.

You thought for a moment before answering. “Ask me.”

“Green is your favourite colour. Real or not real?” He stared at you.

“Real. Yours is orange, like the sunset.” You smiled at him.

He almost looked relieved. He sort of smiled and took a sip of the soda. His colour.

“I missed you.” Tears filled your eyes.

He looked at his lap. He couldn’t say the same thing. Still confused as to why he believed you wanted to kill Him.

“You used to make me bread like this all the time. It was my favorite part of the week. Not because i liked the bread, that was just a bonus, but because I got to see you.” You spoke, trying to break the tension.

You tore a piece of bread off the loaf and hit it in your mouth.

“I threw bread at you.” He spoke.

“I was starving, you saved me.” You assured him.

“I burnt it on purpose. And my mother beat me for it. If I didn’t care about you I would’ve had a lot less suffering.”

Tears filled your eyes and regret washed over his face.

“It’s all fuzzy. I’m sorry.” He began to cry, holding his head. He repeated that he was sorry until you held him and he slowly hugged you back.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you remember.” You assured him and brushed some hair off his forehead.

“Thank you.” He half smiled.

You just nodded.

“You want to hurt me. Real or not real.” He wiped a tear off his cheek.

“Not real. I swear.”

He nodded as if telling himself it was okay.

“I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to. You’ve always been there for me. With the bread. At the Capitol, in the games, back in 12. Always. The only time I ever saw you hurt anything or anyone was to protect me. You are the sweetest person I know.” You squeezed his hand.

He smiled a little wider now, like he was more sure of himself now.

“I love you…real or not real?” He asked again.

“You never said it to me. But I like to think that you did. You showed it. The way you protected me, the way you kissed me, the small things. You planted daisy’s in my front yard because i mentioned I like the smell. You Gave me a pearl in the games…I hold it when I’m scared and when I was missing you.”

“Do you love me?” He asked simply.

You hesitated for a moment. “Yes. So much. I wish I could explain how much I love you but I don’t have the words to describe it. You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” You were teary.

Very carefully he held your cheek. And kissed you gently. You smiled into the kiss. It was over too soon.

“I think I love you too.” Peeta told you.

That was enough for you. You almost laughed in relief.

“That’s good.” You giggled.

You spent the next 2 hours talking, no guards ever came to get him.

You walked with him to his room, and as you said goodnight, and turned to leave he spoke up.

“Stay,”

“Okay.” You smiled.

He gave you a shirt of his to sleep in and it swallowed you whole. You were sure he would also drown in it after losing so much weight.

He hesitated after watching you lie down on his bed.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You immediately knew he was scared to show you his body.

“I’ll close me eyes.” You told him and you did.

You heard some shuffling and then after a minute or two he asked you to open your eyes.

His bare chest was shocking. Scars and bruises littered his body, weeks after returning. You could see his ribs.

Tears filled your eyes and your hands came to your face.

“They don’t hurt anymore.” He told you.

“Are you sure?” You asked sadly gesturing for him to climb into bed.

He did. “Some are worse than others.”

“You’re perfect. I hope you know that. The scars just prove how strong you are. What you’ve gone through but didn’t deserve. I love you Peeta.” You told him and put your head on his bare chest.

“Thank you.” He was teary too. “I love you n/n.” You smiled through some tears. It was an old nickname that you hadn’t heard for months.

He was remembering.

You were inseparable the next few weeks. Despite Peeta having a few episodes or panic attacks he was doing much better. You were always there to calm him.

You sat with him at Finnick and Annie’s wedding.

“You’re beautiful.” He told you. You smiled, Effie had picked out your dress and to your surprise it wasn’t over the top.

“Do you wanna dance?” You asked with a smile.

“I don’t know if I know how.” He replied.

“You do.” You smiled remembering the victors tour. “But I’ll teach you if you don’t remember.”

He picked it up quickly. Your hands around his neck, his on your waist. You swayed to the music, occasionally spinning or clapping.

He was yours again. Peeta was back. You smiled as he kissed your head.

#peeta supremacy #peeta mellark x reader fluff #peeta mellark x reader #peeta x reader #y/n #the hunger games peeta #peeta mellark #thg peeta #i love peeta #team peeta #peeta my beloved #thg series #thg fanfiction #thg #the hunger games

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forgottendolly · 10 months

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Things I loved in Station Theatre’s RTC because I can’t stop thinking about it and I don’t think I ever will😔😔 (in no particular order whatsoever😇🙏)

- JANES REACTIONS TO HER BIRTHDAY SONG

- Virgil the rat chewing the power cable and his little ears and head just bobbed 😭😭

- JANES PIGTAILS

- The whole pre jawbreaker monologue (yes, I cried… sobbed more accurately)

- Mischa blowing a party blower at Jane and her getting scared x2

- Constance’s cotton Candy earrings 😞💗 I need them for myself!!!!!

- Ocean and Constance doing their little “improv” skit was done so perfectly I laughed so hard 💀

- Jane running and hugging Ocean during her “i love you guys” speech and just not letting her go LIKE FULL ON HOLDING ONTO HER AND DRAGGING ALONG AS OCEAN BACKED AWAY

- CONSTANCE RECORDER SOLO SLAYED I THINK I BURST MY LUNG SCREAMING

- Ricky and Jane ARE REAL

- Ricky coming out in all black with his head down at the start and half doing the choreo

- Noel laughing when Karnak tells Ocean that the person who wins will be decided by a unanimous vote

- Jane saying “for me? 🥺” when Constance offers her the hello Kitty cupcake

- Her proceeding to squish said cupcake in her hand and try to eat the paper decoration on top leading to the others having to stop her

- Mischa offering Jane a sip of vodka and she drinks like half the bottle 💀💀

- Jane making her doll dance

- NOEL APPLYING LIPSTICK BY A MIRROR HELD UP BY JANE (ICONIC ALONG WITH THE STAINED CIGARETTE)

- SBM COSTUME CHANGEEE 2012 FLASHBACKS

- Ricky teaching Jane how to ballroom dance after TNBS

- RICKY SLAYING THE ACCORDIANN

- Janes headless pose at the start and end of the show

- Janes little neck ribbon

- “Do you want to know what I find really super hurts?” DEATH STARE

- Mischa throwing money into the audience (yes I kept one sorry not sorry)

- Jane picking up two of the pieces of money and handing them to people in the audience

- someone getting picked up and spun around more than once??? YES. You heard me, more than once. I almost got knocked out by Janes shoe and honestly would have thanked her

- Monique ate the whole time

- Seriously OBSESSED with Noel’s Lament

- Spacedolls I repeat SPACEDOLLS

- Janes little bottom eyelashes

- Oceans cute little hair bow I LOVER HERR

- Mischa flipping everyone and everything off every 3 seconds

- Jane trying to bring Ricky with her to the other side

- Jane giving Ricky her doll before she leaves to the other side

- The group going over to hug Mischa after Talia, including Constance Jane and ofc Noel

- Ricky ASL 💗💗💗💗

- Clip on earrings (ifykyk)

- JANE GETTING THE HAT

- Penny lamb life compilation (I was in tears) AND THEN WITH THE BEAUTIFUL ITS NOT A GAME VOCALS?!! HEART SHATTERED!

- Having to hold back Jane from biting ocean after the “and she’s a freaky monster” line

- Noel saying hello to Jane and Jane moving her little dolls arm say hi back

- The ropes they used to make Jane look like a marionette doll during TBOJD

- Constance bring the puppet master during TBOJD

- The headless doll being on the side of the wall and the kid sitting next to me pointing it out cause my blind ass didn’t see it at first

- Talia skirts 💗💗

- The way Jane goes limp after her introduction song

- FORNICATION… UNDER CONSENT OF THE KINGGGG!!!! *holding long ass sword above her head*

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azureseacloud · 5 months

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HEYY so I have this cute little thing in mind like I’m pretty sure we all know what an elf on a shelf is and if you don’t it’s basically where a toy elf like watches over the kids or whatever idrk how to explain it but like

What if like copia or WHOEVER got the ghouls an elf on a self to “watch over them”😞🙏 like I feel like there reaction to it would be so silly

- someone who likes to stalk your page daily to see any new posts😞 (aka ivy😈🙏)

(P.S I LOVE YOU FICS THERE SO UGHH /pos!!)

I had a lot of fun with this idea, so thank you Ivy!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Elf Troubles

Words: 1,940

Warnings: swearing

“What the fuck is that?”

You looked up at Dew as he stopped in the middle of the room. He was staring over at the corner, eyes narrowed.

“What?” You followed his eye-line, finding the stuffed Christmas elf toy sitting on the bookshelf there. “Oh that.”

Dew looked back at you, waiting for an answer.

“It’s an elf on a shelf.” You shrugged, fighting back a smile at the ghoul’s reaction.

“Yeah but what is it?”

“It’s an elf. That sits on a shelf,” you deadpanned.

Copia had put it there last night. You’d been pitching the idea to him all week, knowing the ghouls had never heard or seen one before, and spotting the opportunity to mess with them the way they did with you. Copia hadn’t a clue what it was either, but after explaining the idea to him he had been just as excited.

Dew was silent, staring at you in a way that told you he was not amused. The corner of your lips quirked up and you raised an eyebrow. He walked over to the table, bracing his hands on the surface across from you.

“What’s going on?” Phantom padded into the room, stretching as he stopped near the fire ghoul. He looked between the two of you as neither broke eye contact.

Dewdrop pointed wordlessly at the elf. Phantom took a step back once he locked eyes with it, and you snorted, looking at the startled ghoul.

“What is that?” The quintessence ghoul asked as he tried to subtly hide behind Dew. He shook Phantom off, moving away.

“It’s a toy. Part of a Christmas tradition. It watches over everyone and makes sure they are behaving.” You shot a pointed look at Dew and he flipped you off.

“I don’t like it,” the fire ghoul grumbled, crossing into the kitchen. You smirked at him.

“Scared that it’s going to attack you for all the naughty things you do?” You teased. Dew looked over at you, curling his fingers in a beckoning motion that he did on stage.

“Aww sweetheart, you can be a part of those naughty things, all you gotta do is ask.”

You rolled your eyes as Rain walked in, reaching over Dew to get a cup. The smaller ghoul jabbed him in the ribs and Rain jumped back, almost dropping it.

Phantom had moved closer to the elf, carefully reaching out a hand to touch its head. He stepped back timidly after, as if waiting for it to bite him. You laughed quietly in amusement and Rain looked over, giving Dew another chance to jab him in the ribs. The water ghoul hissed, smacking Dew over the head.

Rain left him in the kitchen, the fire ghoul scowling after him.

“Morning gorgeous.” Cumulus called to you as she walked in, Cirrus’s arm linked in hers. You smiled back.

“Morning,” you chirped back happily. The ghoulettes sat beside you.

“What’s up with him?” Rain asked, nodding at Phantom as he settled down on your other side. He wrapped his slender fingers around the cup, the rings on his fingers shining while steam rose from the coffee.

“Elf on the shelf.”

“Elf?” Rain sounded curious.

“Sometimes you don’t make any sense honey.”

You whipped your head around at Cirrus. “I do not. You’re the ones that don’t make any sense,” you defended, gesturing at Dewdrop who was holding a piece of bread in his flaming hand, even though there was a toaster right in front of him.

“Anyway, it’s not a real elf. It’s a Christmas toy. People put it in their house to watch over the children and make sure they are behaving,” you explained, choosing to ignore what the fire ghoul was doing.

“You know we don’t celebrate Christmas here?” Rain asked, a cute look of confusion on his face. You shrugged in response.

“Yeah, but I thought it would be interesting. And Copia said it was fine, so no damaging or burning it. Those things are really expensive.”

Dew scoffed. “I still don’t like it.”

“Afraid of a little human tradition, Dewdrop?” Cirrus mocked slyly.

“It doesn’t smell right. Something about it isn’t normal,” Dew hissed back, narrowing his eyes at the ghoulette.

“Your toast is burning,” Rain pointed out. Dew looked back down at his hand.

“Shit.” The flames disappeared, leaving a crispy, blackened slice. “Fuck.”

You shook your head while the ghoulettes cackled. Dew glared, stubbornly taking a bite out of it.

“Well I have a meeting to get to,” you said as you rose from the table and headed towards the door. “Try not to anger the elf too much. Or set anything else on fire.”

Dew flipped you off as you smirked.

*****

“It moved,” Phantom whispered.

“Huh?” You looked up at the ghoul, following his eyeline to the elf perched on the windowsill, looking out. It was the morning after and the elf was somehow still untouched and in one piece.

“Yeah, it moves around when no one’s looking. The elf does that once every night, it’ll be in a different spot each morning. Makes it easier to keep an eye on you all.” You held back a smile as you said it, wondering if Phantom would believe it.

“No.” The quiet tremor in his voice prompted you to look up again. His eyes were wide in a way that told you this was not a joke. “It moved, just then.”

You looked over at the elf again, studying it carefully. There was no movement after a solid minute of staring. Phantom still looked panicked.

“Phantom it’s fine, you’re probably just imagining it,” you said reassuringly. “The elf doesn’t actually move—I’ve been doing it.” Well, someone else had done it today, because you could have sworn you placed it on the kitchen counter.

“It moved its arm. I saw it move its arm.”

You sighed, looking back at the elf once again. One arm was propped up on the window—had it been like that before? Or had you just not noticed?

“Phantom, it’s just a toy. It can’t move. Here,” you said as you got up, striding over to the elf. You picked it up and walked back over, the young quintessence ghoul backing away. Placing the elf on the counter and turning it to face away from you, you shrugged.

“See? Nothing to be—“

It twisted its head around to look directly at you.

“Unholy fuck!” Phantom grabbed your arm as you shouted, backing away from the counter and the elf on top of it. The elf that was fucking moving.

Phantom was pushing you in front, hiding behind as you both backed away slowly. His grip was tightening as the elf placed its arms down on the tabletop and swiveled its body to face the same direction as its head.

What. The. Fuck.

You took another step back as it rose unsteadily to its feet, stumbling across the surface towards the two of you.

“What do we do?” You whispered, your grip on Phantoms arm so tight that it must have hurt. The ghoul was too terrified to notice, eyes locked on the toy as it creeped closer.

It jumped down from the counter, and then it charged.

“Run!” Phantom yelled, pulling you back as he ran to the doorway out of the ghoul quarters. You followed, sprinting through the door and turning back to see the elf racing after you. Phantom slammed the door just before it reached you.

The two of you stood outside, breathing hard as you waited. Would it open the door? Surely not, it had to be too weak for that.

“What about the others?” Phantom whispered. “Do you think it’ll try to hurt them?”

“Fuck. We need to see Copia. He might know what to do.” Hopefully the other ghouls would be alright.

****

“Copia, the elf is moving.”

Papa blinked as you and Phantom pushed into his room, a quill clutched in his hand.

“I don’t understand what you mean? Is it not supposed to move? That was what you told me?” He sounded confused.

“No I mean that it’s moving by itself. By itself.”

Copia put the quill down, a worried look crossing his face. “I thought that was what you wanted it to do, no?”

You paused, running his words through your mind. “Papa, what did you do to the elf?”

“Well, I did a small incantation to allow it to move around. It’s only supposed to do it once everyday and when no one could see. I must have made some mistake, I can fix it.”

You and Phantom exchanged a look. “Just how bad of a mistake could you have made?”

Copia bit his lip sheepishly. “Well I may have summoned a lesser demon to bind to its form, with clear instructions, of course.” He grimaced. “Except from the sound of it, the terms were not properly, ah, implemented. That is to say that the demon may have complete control over its actions, but it will still remained bound to the elf.”

You and Phantom exchanged a worried look. You’d locked it in with the other ghouls, and they had no idea what it really was.

******

You raced back to the ghoul quarters, Phantom hot on your heels. Copia had fallen behind—he supposedly knew a way to undo what he had done, but you couldn’t say you were very confident in it working, especially if his first one went awry.

You sprinted down the familiar corridor. Almost there—you sent a quick prayer to Satan that the ghouls were okay. Maybe the elf had returned to the windowsill instead.

You tore open the door of the ghoul quarters in time to see Dew rip a red and green blur off Swiss’s neck, the multi ghoul spitting curses in between his gasps for breath.

Your eyes darted to see Mountain was backed up in the corner, hands braced on the wall and body rigid as he watched. Rain was perched on the kitchen counter, glancing worriedly at Swiss.

There was a bright light paired with an inhuman screech, and you whipped your head over to see Dewdrop holding a burning silhouette. An ear splitting screech came from the fire, a hand reaching for Dew’s face. It crumbled to ash as the screaming faded, the wisps floating calmly to the floor below.

There was silence in the room as you all stood there, staring at the remnants of the elf in Dew’s hands.

The fire ghoul turned to you, jabbing a finger in your direction.

“I told you it was an evil fuck.” He crossed his arms, shooting a pointed look in your direction. You smiled sheepishly.

“Normally they don’t do that. I can get you another one—“

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Swiss called from the floor, bruising marks visible around his neck from where the possessed toy had choked him.

“I think that’s the last time we have an elf on a shelf,” Mountain said carefully, moving away from the wall. Rain was still sitting on the counter, and looking like he wasn’t planning on coming down anytime soon.

You put your hands up in surrender.

“Okay fine. No more elves. Got it.”

“How about mistletoe?” Swiss asked suggestively. He winked at you from the floor. Obviously he was feeling better.

“I can grow some,” Mountain offered, interested. Even Dew looked over, his appraising gaze shifting from Rain to you.

Of course they all knew about mistletoe.

You sighed. There was a lot of ways this could go wrong, especially with the ghouls.

But it was definitely better than a possessed elf.

#ghost band #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #oneshot #nameless ghouls x reader

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altschmerzes · 9 days

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🌹🌹 Wriggle Up and/or New York Minute pleassssse 🙏

yesssss okay new york minute has taken over my brain for a moment so i'll go with an excuse to share some of that one

('new york minute' is my first fic for the bear, btw, it is a cousin michelle from the christmas episode pov of The Whole New York Debacle. as always i am really really anxious taking my first try at character voices, and picking a pov character who is a minor side character in one (1) episode has been both freeing and anxiety provoking LMAO. so. here's this.)

(also it's.... long. we know this about me and clips.)

As soon as Carmy is under her roof, safely tucked away in her guest room, Michelle takes what feels like her first full breath in since Christmas. It’s not like everything is magically okay now - Carmy certainly isn’t okay, and he’s just one little piece of the whole fucked up puzzle, but she’s finally done something about it. Michelle has found the one piece of that puzzle that she can do anything about at all and she’s done it. That’s the part that’s driven her the most out of her mind - knowing that things need to be done, that nothing is alright in Chicago, and not knowing what to do. Who to try and help, never mind how.

Natalie has Pete and her friends from school. She’s got a home and distance and she’d mentioned while on a walk with Michelle, looking away like she wasn’t sure what the response would be, that she had started therapy after Thanksgiving. And Michael has… Well. When they talk on the phone, Natalie doesn’t have a lot to say about Michael that’s encouraging. Michelle is worried about Michael but it’s not like she can do anything about that. They were close when they were younger but the older they got and the more Donna took a shine to her the more strained her relationship with Michael got. They were a competition of their own, really, or at least a battlefield on the war between their mothers.

Grandpa Berzatto, right? Michael Berzatto. A looming figure gone before any of her generation was born, and so of course the oldest grandchild is named after him - both of them were, at the beginning and the end of the same year, one down each branch of the family tree. Michael and Michelle. They thought it was funny when they were younger. Used to tell people they were twins, when they were real little. It’s not like that anymore. At least Richie is there, though. At least Richie is always there.

Thank god for Richie, said almost no one ever and Michelle several times over the course of her life.

One time, she was seventeen and going out with a guy who was far too old for her and a massive asshole on top of that. When she finally dumped him and his reaction scared her enough to tell them what was going on, Michael and Richie got a baseball bat and a tire iron out of the garage and broke every window and light cover on the guy’s car. Richie took one of the pieces from the tail-light to wood shop class the next day and while the teacher was off making sure some sophomores didn’t lose any fingers using a table saw, he sanded down the edges and put a hole through it, then gave it to her on a keychain. Michelle still has it somewhere. Michelle still has that keychain somewhere and Richie still has Michael and so that’s one thing she doesn’t have to worry about not being able to fix.

So there’s nothing to do for any of them, because Natalie is going to be okay in ways that even Michelle isn’t, and Michael is out of her reach, and Donna is out of everyone’s reach. (Donna needs help. She’s obviously suffering and needs some serious help, but Michelle learned long ago with her own mother that there’s no forcing help on someone who won’t accept it and will stop speaking to you for months if you try to push it anyway.)

But Carmy… Carmy is in her guest room and it’s still pretty early but she thinks he’s asleep and this she can do. This, him, Michelle can help.

(Michael caught her on the way out, when she and Stevie were leaving. She was worried for a moment, because he had that intense look on his face that meant trouble could be coming, and when he said heard you asked Carm to come stay with you for a few days in New York she steeled her nerves for one last explosion for the road. Michael was silent and Michelle was silent and he still had a hold of her arm but he wasn’t squeezing or anything so she let him keep his hand for now. And then he just said Good. Get him the fuck out of here and do not let him come back. Then he gave her a hug so tight she couldn’t breathe and kissed her on the cheek and said love you, Mitch and he was gone.)

#there is so much like. woe. this VAST NETWORK OF HEADCANONS IVE DEVELOPED be upon ye #in this fic #about the specifics of like. how is cousin michelle related to them. what's their relationship like. did they grow up together etc.#gav gab #gav answers #define-lying #writing liveblog #ask box games #fic: new york minute

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b3achysurfur · 6 months

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I know I originally said in a comment at some point about how annoying the Logan war got (think it was in that post asking why we all suddenly backed off) but now I just find your posts humoring it's like "THIS LITTLE GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT-" and it's the most innocent picture of Logan.

Love seeing it nowadays (cuz it's funny), but you have a good point that he hasn't furthered the story yet but I feel like Red might change that soon. Hopefully. Also how we haven't had his backstory but that also might change too (we've got a hint in one episode where they fought his bullies, something about how his parents didn't want him and he fact that we've only seen his grandparents but not his actual parents says something....)

Anyways something I need to ask you! What are your opinions on the others, what you like about them or dislike, favorite moments and what not. I'm curious!

Sorry this may have been long!

SEE NOW YOU GUYS ARE GETTING MY HUMOR , THIS ACTUALLY MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!! THANK UUUUU A LOT

also UR SO GREAT FOR THE QUESTION YOU ASKED!! I love talking about everyone else

I’ll assess them in order of: ashlyn, aiden, taylor, tyler, ben (not by order of how much I like them or anything btw). Some sections are longer than others because I’m bias BUT ALSO BECAUSE I got tired of typing and realized there was wayyy tm to read. Sorry!!!! if you don’t wanna read all this I put a short summary all the way on the bottom + feel free to me ask me specific questions ! now let me talk your ear off

ASHLYN:

I really like ashlyn because she has the most potential out of everyone (and that’s not to say the other characters aren’t deep, because that’s the opposite of true but bae is the whole reason we’re here). I think she’s also really relatable in the sense that she doesn’t like interacting with people but she can easily take the leadership role when needed. like okay queen I see you. also I really enjoy the fact Red made her dislike aiden at first even though they have a side romance plot going rn. bc that’s how it would’ve been if they were real. ash would not just become chatty out of no where and fall head over heels for him. and I really appreciate the slowburn. Ashlyn’s also higher on my favorites list because I’m bias and we have the same hair length 😣 usually when characters have long hair, authors tend to let their hair flow a lot, but red put ts in braids 🙏 and ask anyone with long hair like that, their hair is up 99% of the time bc it’s annoying, hot, and (personally) GRABS ONTO EVERYTHING LIKE ITS A THIRD HAND. I have a lot of headcannons for ash just based on small character designs / aspects that not a lot of people really think about. She’s so interesting and I really just love her. And since I have positives, I’ll give one negative about her. In the beginning, Ashlyn was really hesitant to tell the group anything. I understand where she was coming from, and given Tyler’s reaction, I don’t blame her for keeping things to herself. But mannnn ts was so frustrating sometimes. it’s ok tho bc all good stories stress you out.

AIDEN:

omg guys it’s my favorite ever. I know aidens really popular already so I’ll try not to rant on about him forever but hes just the best 😣 but mans really does not gaf EVERR.

now I could rant on and on about how silly Aiden is and why he’s so misunderstood as a character, because he’s not crazy like at all and if anything he’s one of the smartest characters in sbg, but I’ll save if for a better time. Instead I wanna talk about how observant he is of Ben and ashlyn.

it’s cropping weridly, sorry. but aiden’s eyes are always watching the ones he cares about most. I feel like this has to do with the fact Ben cannot voice his concerns/opinions so aiden always has to glance at him to make sure he’s not missing any important signal. But I also think it has to do with his childhood (I don’t have fast pass or anything this is just based off of theories/analysis based on his character bc I do that a lot 🤒). Anyways, he has a specific way of comforting people that I think it’s rlly niche. He uses his hands and gets the person what he thinks they need. Like in the attached images he gets ashlyn fabric to squeeze and distracts her with light conversation, and he immediately offers to take a walk with Ben and get some fresh air. If a person refuses or asks him for space, he immediately obeys and doesn’t question their decision. He’s very trusting and understanding. He gives people room to make mistakes and gives them room to ask for help. I’m mainly bringing this up because it ties back to something I’m gonna talk about in Taylor’s section. I just think that this detail is so important to his character and we always brush over it. I don’t wanna say he doesn’t like physical touch, bc he’s always touching everything around him, but I like to think his main love language is acts of service. When you really look at it, his actions speak a lot louder than his bickering and it really helps display how much each character means to him individually. what elseee. He’s able to quickly adjust and assess situations (like when he attacked the phantom or pulled up ashlyn in the bus). He’s very quick to his feet and always needs to be interacting with something to keep his hands busy. Aiden just really don’t gaf 99% of the time (unless it’s Ben / ashlyn) and honestly that’s why I like him. He doesn’t take anything seriously or personally. clap it up for my hb. Also I notice the sbg fandom has a habit of doing it with everyone, but I feel like Aiden is always reduced to his impulsive behaviors and ‘crazy kid’ persona. please guys. look deeper into Aiden Clark. Instead of wasting your energy trying to defend a NERDY FREAK like Logan fields, you should study more on Aiden Clark and his complex character.

yes. do that. rn. You want to so badly. I know you do. Do it. Go reread sbg and focus on Aiden. wowwww. I know you want to. (I’m hypnotizing you btw) Or just ask me I can talk about Aiden (or really any character) alll day long. Ask me anything about anyone and I’ll tell you what I think with proof and evidence. yes. I just need to cut it short because I have to talk about everyone else to. But study Aiden Clark. do it. really. really. Right now. Go. Go. Now. PLUS Aiden’s probably the least likely to die because he’s to cool for that + he’s better than death and injury. YAAA!!! MAKE AIDEN CLARK UR FAV BC YOULL BE SAFE FROM ANGST 🎉

only thing I don’t like about Aiden gotta be his fashion sense sometimes (usually beginning S1). like WHAT R U WEARING MAN???? 🙁

TAYLOR:

okay now let me talk about my shnukums Taylor. I love her a lot but her and Tyler had very different childhoods regardless of the fact they were in the same situation.

We don’t know a lot about Taylor’s version of growing up, so a lot of the details are vague but everything I say is based off of observations and analyses I have personally made, so please take everything I say about Taylor’s backstory with a grain of salt and understand that no matter what, both twins were majorly affected by the passing of their father and illness of their mother.

At first i thought of Taylor was the more lucky one out of Tyler and Taylor when it came to their childhood. Yes she struggled, I knew that, but Tyler was under a lot of stress. But that’s when I realized that she suffered just as much. Although she didn’t need to sacrifice herself to help her family survive, like Tyler did, she went though the most loss. She lost her mother, father, and brother all overnight. One second they were all happy together and the next she was all alone. Physically, her mother and brother were still there, but they were both shells. Her mother isolated by grief and her brother isolated by responsibility. She was all alone. Yes Tyler did his best to support her, but at the end of the day, there wasn’t much he could do to change the situation. Taylor suffered a lot, and since people mostly focus on Tyler, we never really see Taylor’s POV of it all.

Now her backstory leads me into the fact Taylor is the most socially smart character in sbg. She is also the most observant and supportive. This is not to say others aren’t observant/supportive, like Aiden for an example, but she does it much differently. I would attach a picture here but I’m close to maxing out the photo limit and I want to save it for later.

Taylor is very good at reading the emotions of other characters. She is also very observant. Taylor is often the first to notice when a charater is uncomfortable, panicked, or harmed. For an example, she’s the first to notice Ashlyn’s fear back at the house. Unlike Aiden, Taylor is able to verbally let people know she is there for them. She comforts them through words and physical affection. Taylor is usually aware of how much support someone is in need of and the best way to display it for them specifically. For an example when Logan was getting bullied, she defended him against Tyler’s mean words and held his shoulder for reassurance. This same tactic would not work for ashlyn, and Taylor is aware of that. So, when ashlyn broke down about the struggles of being leader, Taylor comforted her through words and reassured her fears. Taylor opened up a space for ashlyn to be scared and share her burden. She was able to do all of this in only a couple of moments. This skills also becomes a werid quirk when she is able to sense Tyler’s condition in the hospital, but maybe that was just twin senses? 🤷‍♀️ idk

Taylor is also very aware of everyone around her. We know that she is very social and has a lot of friends and connections, but she also educates herself on the people she doesn’t interact with. Even if she doesn’t know a lot, she makes sure to acknowledge their presence at the very least.

What does her ability to read emotion have to do with her childhood? Well, Taylor basically lived with a shell of a family. Tyler was under constant stress, which made him prone to outbursts. Her mother was disabled by grief. Taylor was in a situation that made her feel like she had to take care of her family mentally. It was, to her, the least she could do. So, she was mentally mature from a very young age. Although having to hold the burdens of others constantly is very unhealthy, I’m not sure if she’ll crack because of it.

Taylor being very social and having a lot of friends is also another example of how she’s different from Tyler and how their shared childhood affected them differently. Tyler saw people as distractions while Taylor sees them as her means to keep living. Taylor lives off of other peoples energy, and she maintains the energy of other people by being a supportive beam for them. This is also why I’m okay with Taylor being shipped with others. She’s use to being around people and can form close bonds with others while still only viewing them as friends. Tyler cannot do the same. Taylor is in a position where she can expand her horizons into romantic relations if she was interested in doing so. That’s why I feel as though it’s okay (if that doesn’t make sense I’ll explain it again, but I tried to condense it down)

Something I don’t like about Taylor is that we haven’t gotten to see her brain in action yet. We know she’s the president of the robotics club , but we haven’t had the chance to see her charater support the story in any other way but socially and mentally. The story is only at 60 episodes though, and I’m sure we will see it eventually. Im just impatient and want to see women in STEM shine 😣😣 I wish I could talk about her more, but we barely know anything about Taylor as of right now. I will say it’s interesting how she told her and Tyler’s backstory, but only talked about how Tyler was affected and not herself. Interesting… I hope we learn more about her experiences and I hope I’m right 🙏 also CAN WE TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE HOW PRETTY SHE IS??? UGHH I LOVE HER SMM

TYLER:

I feel like Tyler has been the topic of discussion for the past couple of months because his backstory was revealed and the end of S1 / beginning of S2 was all about him and his past, so I don’t have a lot to say that I haven’t already said. but I do really like Tyler. At first when he was in his jock era I was very , oh! about him. but he’s actually warmed up to me sooooo much since then. he’s so goofy I just want more interactions between him and Aiden. I think I good place to start is how much I HATE people shipping him with other members of the main cast. I talked about it a little in Taylor’s section, but him and Taylor had very different childhoods. Again, I’m not saying their father’s death and mother’s illness was not hard on the both of them, but Tyler was under a lot of pressure too. We know he isolated himself harshly, and stopped having fun all together. The way I look at it, everything, including living day-to-day, became a chore for Tyler. Ever since he was a little kid. His dad’s death changed his entire world overnight. He had to learn how to physically and mentally support everyone important to him, because if he couldn’t no one else would. Tyler had to learn everything about living life by himself as a baby just so everyone else could survive. He stopped having fun. Little kids find fun in everything. Tyler stopped himself from finding it. He didn’t do anything for himself anymore. He was almost like a empty shell doing automatic tasks so that his sister and mother could have space to grow, heal, and live. In a sense, it was self sacrifice (which he attempts again when he tells the group to leave him behind)

So when Taylor tells us that the main cast started to become an extension of the family he sacrificed himself for, it’s so heavy on his character. Especially because for once in a long time he started relating his ‘family’ back to joy and fun, not just safety and survival. That’s why it bothers me when people ship him with others. It’s so werid to imply he’d date any of the main cast when he sees them as his family. consider them blood-siblings if you gotta, but just stop shipping them. PLEAASSSSEEEEEEEEEEE. otherwise I’ll eat your dog. thanks! also him being friends with the main cast at all is such a huge step for him. I don’t think Tyler has time to get involved with romantic relationships when he believes friends are a distraction. I know a lot of people go to romance when they want to express how strong a connection is between two characters, but you guys are forgetting that Tyler considering everyone as his friends is sooooo much more complex and deep compared to (for an example) Logan saying he considers everyone his friend. ANYWAYS ENOUGHHH!!! let’s move on.

I also wanna talk about this scene (I was to lazy to go find the original scene so the flashback is all you get). I never really realized how much ashlyn ordering Tyler around must’ve affected him. He literally spent his whole life making decisions and taking leadership and all of a sudden some random lil girl is over here telling him to stfu and sit his ass down. I would imagine as mad as he was, he probably felt a least a bit of relief. For once the responsibility wasn’t on him, at least not only on him. He could share his burden with others, and he wasn’t suffocated by being responsible for the lives of everyone else. We see this same struggle affect ashlyn, as she feels like being leader strangles her with the weight of guilt, paranoia, and responsibility. Imagine if Tyler had been the one to bare that weight after everything he’s already been through? he would’ve cracked, whether we like it or not. so let’s clap it up for ashlyn rq!!! yasss girl 😋 I know I’m rambling a lot about tyler but I know a lot about him and want to talkkk 😣 but here is my last point: Tyler’s coping mechanism to the unknown and things that confuse him is denial. Just like his mother 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

woww! do you guys remember when Tyler thought this whole thing was a joke? me too! he would’ve never thought this silly prank would almost kill him. Tyler’s mom probably thought her husband’s illness wouldn’t kill him either. oops! 😂 (I’m going kms). sorry. my point is they both refused to believe it happened (although his mom’s denial may have been more of a trauma response while his was just to help him cope). Even with evidence, they both couldn’t understand what had happened to them and pretending nothing was wrong. Tyler saw the picture of the phantom’s shadow and brushed it off to technology he couldn’t understand yet. he felt more comfortable with not knowing how technology worked rather than not knowing if he was in danger. his mother is similar. She couldn’t understand and cope with the death of her husband, even though he died in front of her. She felt more comfortable not understanding why he was late from work than understanding he was dead and gone. Guess it runs in the family? 🤷‍♀️ and since these are all things I like about his character, I will tell you what I don’t like. THAT STUPID ASS JOCK ATTUIDE FROM S1. okay I didn’t hate it, and it fit him sometimes, and I kinda miss it sometimes, but he’s like 5’5 and a stick, he is not beating no one’s ass 😭 respectfully. now he could probably rock me but he’s matured a bit since S1 so it’s different. Tyler’s not even my favorite idk why I talked about him sm , especially when I held off on talking about Aiden because I didn’t want to say to much 🤦‍♀️ whatever

BEN:

I have a lot to say about Benny boy, especially because he is SOOOOOO mischaraterized. Now I won’t go crazy like I did for the twins because I’m thinking about making a separate post just about Ben (maybe.. maybe not idk). plus I just reminded myself anon asked me to just say a few things I like and disliked about each charater not give crazy long paragraph about them. so, sorry Ben but you will probably have the most boring paragraph of them all. I still love you a lot pookie 🙏 I’m just tired AND MAXED OUT THE AMOUNT OF PICS I CAN USE EVEN THO I NEED TO TALK ABOUT U WHILE USING PICS 🤒 anyways enough rambling.

bens charater is often reduced to his backstory which genuinely makes me want to start tweaking out. if you expand on why his trauma affects him, then I will happily listen to you talk. But when most the fandom sees Ben as “music boy who hate bully, will fight you if you be mean” it makes me so SAAAADDDDD. no, Ben will NOT beat my ass for making fun of Logan. That’s like… the whole point of his backstory? He doesn’t like violence, at all. He’s ashamed of his anger issues. He blames himself for having to move and putting his family in danger. The only reason he got involved with Logan’s fight was because the phantom interference + no one was there to help calm him down.

also he doesn’t only do music. he draws too! he’s a very artistic dude. He also gardens. Ben be planting food and shit. which (as much as I HATE the ship) Logan n Ben shippers could probably use to their advantage. Yk bc Ben gardens and Logan helps his grandparents in their greenhouse? wtv. Bens prob growing flowers for Taylor anyways. Fuck Logan. sorry.

Ben is also very compassionate and gentle. He’s always thinking about what’s best for the group, even if it puts him in an uncomfortable position, like sharing his trauma. Ben is also very soft hearted. He gets flustered very easily, we see this when ashlyn and Taylor complimented him. He is very protective over those he cares about and he does not come to play, ever. Also his character development from S1 makes me so happy. He use to be attached to Aiden’s hip 24/7 and we could often only understand his emotions when Aiden would translate him to us. But we’ve seen lately that he’s much closer to Taylor, even putting her safety before his own.

wow, gentleman alert❗️if I didn’t run out of photo space than I would’ve shown more examples where he holds onto others as a way to comfort or protect them. he’s so respectful I might cry. maybe I will make a Ben-centered post. I need to show you guys pictures so you can understand what I’m saying. But Ben is growing and he needs more attention. thank you.

SUMMARY:

Ashlyn

pros:

- has crazy potential + most hinted at lore

- very relateable

-introverted but stands on business

-W relationship development between her and the cast, very natural and not forced

- her hair

cons:

- she is very hesitant to spill info (only in earlier chaps tho!)

Aiden

pros:

- silly

- observant of those he cares about

- acts of service love language

- trusting/understanding

- quick on his feet

- good at assessing situations/making plans

- he doesn’t GAF 🦅🦅 EVAAA

cons:

- often misunderstood / mischaraterized by the fandom

- has ugly ass outfits sometimes

Taylor

pros:

- most socially smart character in sbg

- good at reading emotions

- good at comforting others

- aware of her surroundings/the people around her

- supportive

- social

- super pretty

- wrote a paragraph on why it’s ok to ship her with the rest of the cast js cuz

cons:

- we don’t see enough of her robotics president side, show me women in STEM 🤬

- we never saw how she experienced childhood (yet..)

Tyler

pros:

- deep childhood trauma/responsibility

- sacrificed himself for his family twice

- not meant to be shipped with anyone in main cast

- sees main cast as family

- he finally made friends

- talked about the scene where ash tells him to shut his bitchass up

- copes by using denial (js like his mom)

cons:

- his jock attitude during S1

Ben

pros:

- hates violence

- angery at his anger issues

- ashamed of his past

- draws and gardens as hobbies

- compassionate and gentle

- soft hearted

- easily flustered

- very protective

- slow but steady quiet charater development

- a gentleman

cons:

- you guys mischaraterize him a lot (like someone told me he doesn’t change as a character bc he never speaks, ts made me mad asf)

THATS ALL! THANK YOU FOR ASKING!! again feel free to as me questions about anything at all even if you didn’t read allat. And if you did, thank you ur so sweet and amazing. Sorry for writing sm 😢

also everyone is open to their own opinions, this is just what I think. As always, I’m always down to debate.

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ramblingoak · 5 months

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Hi!👋 I'm also exited about your new Steampunk AU idea! I think a new way of looking at things just keeps the fandom alive. All of our fantasies, even the weirdest ones, create this unique chaos from which we can take funny and inspiring and heartbreakingly beautiful things...

And I'm sure we all here enjoy your fics! It's always such a profound and beautiful writing⚘

I recently read all the chapters of The Cardinal's Bride and I need to say that it's an amazing piece of work. Copia and Princhipessa really had a built up dynamic and real slow burn. Not everyone liked each other at first sight and it's so realistic 😅 And reader has her own personality! She is not just a someone's bride, but a person with so many sides, her own dreams and goals...Given the times in which she lived, I like it even more for her defiance of her fate. That's why I like your story so much. You've also created a unique world where everyone, even Mary Goorе, has his place!👏

And you use tropes skillfully. Sometimes we all need just such stories to warm our heart on a winter evening🤍

Thank you for this! Have a great day/good night. And stay inspired 🙏

Wow thank you so much for sending me this! I’m just…overwhelmed by your kindness 😭💙.

I really wasn’t expecting much when I posted my steampunk idea but I guess there are way more steampunk fans than I anticipated 😅. I’ve been working on an outline for a fic for him since yesterday and I feel like it’s gonna be a long one so I’m excited!

What you said about alternate universe stories are the big reason why I like them. They are another way to look at the characters, another way to enjoy them. You get to experience them in a completely different world and that is so much fun!

Again thank you so much for taking the time to write this out. I’m so happy you are enjoying The Cardinal’s Bride and my other fics. It makes all the hard moments while writing worth it 💙💙💙

#message box #thank you thank you #you dragged my brain out of a funk

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mannaima · 2 years

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ohh man could you do something with eddie and nonconsensual cunnilingus?? like he teases you for not wanting it yet your pussy is twitching and drooling on his tongue. if you do this I owe you my life 🙏

new girl in town

Summary: you’re a newbie to school and you want something to ease your stress, Eddie has a few things in mind.

Pairing: Dark! Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

WC: 3K

Warnings: Noncon, kinda ooc Eddie, coercion, drugging (eddie gets you high to make u vulnerable)

notes: Hi guys!! im gonna try to post everyday, maybe not long-ish fics like this and homesick, but ill try to post some drabbles, inbox is open!!!

It didn’t feel real, one day you were with your best friends, playing in the fall leaves and watching movies, having the time of your life. Next, you were in a completely new state with no friends and a new, unfamiliar school. The nervousness of it all made you sick as you stepped into the cold building. Why did your parents have to move the last semester of your senior year, why couldn’t you just stay for a few more months. You sighed as you walked to your first period, the room number on a crumpled piece of paper you had gotten the day prior, you just had to start immediately, you had barely even moved in fully. You had walked in the classroom, your history class to be specific, and saw everyone conversing and looking entertained. The thought of them thinking you were strange put anxiety on your shoulders.

“Excuse me miss, are you the new student?” You had turned to face the teacher, who was speaking to you softly. Once you nodded, he smiled and told you to sit in the back right, right by the windows, to which you thanked him and began to walk. You were thankful he didn’t make you introduce yourself to the class, that would’ve caused an extra wave of anxiety to wash over you. The bell rang and you shakily brought out your notebook. You just wanted to be home right now.

A body slipped in the chair right next to you, and he locked his eyes onto your figure. He looked friendly enough, but he was slightly off putting. Maybe it was the messy long hair, the t-shirt with a devil man on it, or the tattoos around his arms, you hadn’t seen anybody like him before. You gave a small smile and a wave before you turned back to pay attention to the lecturing teacher. Out of the corner of your eye, though, you could sense him staring at you still.

“I don’t recognize you. Are you new?“ his voice was excited, which you thought was sweet, maybe he was just a friendly guy overall.

“U-Uh yeah. I just moved here. A f-few days ago.” You said in a whispered tone, not wanting the teacher to make a bad impression. He smiled and slouched back in his seat, fiddling with his pencil.

“Thought so. You seem out of place.” Oh great, that eased your anxiety by sooo much. Your faces morphed into an expression of cringe almost.

“Well, not like that. Just, you seem very stressed. Don’t worry, I don’t bite, but that doesn’t mean you can trust any old person in Hawkins. Us outsiders gotta stick together, yeah?” His tone made it seem sweet, but it felt slightly insulting to be called an outsider, but it was the cold truth. You had an awkward smile and nodded, turning to listen to the lecture.

He didn’t bother you for the rest of the class.

———

The next few classes weren’t as eventful as the first, everyone pretty much ignored you. You didn’t blame them, you were anxiety ridden and everyone had their own cliques by now, hell it was already January. But the next class you dreaded most wasn’t even a class, rather, it was lunch period. You walked in, opting to grab some soda from the vending machine rather than eat the school food. You didn’t want to feel more sick than you already did.

“Hey, you, new girl!” A voice screamed at you from across the lunch room, which made a few heads turn, but nothing to make you the center of attention. You looked in the direction of the sound to see the boy from your history class.

“Come sit with us!!!” You winced, you didn’t want to sit with him, you wanted to be alone and mourn the loss of your friends, but this could be an opportunity to make some new ones. You could wallow in sadness forever. So you hit your tongue and walked to the group of mostly boys in the lunchroom, and Eddie scooted to the side, patting the seat next to him.

“I didn’t get your name. I'm Eddie by the way, President of the Hellfire Club, aka the best club on campus!” This caused chuckles from the boys and a punch to the shoulder from the guy sitting next to him. After introducing yourself, Eddie began talking about something called DnD. You were confused, but you listened as you stared at your drink, taking a sip every couple minutes. He tried to make you feel comfortable, even putting his arm around you while asking you a question about your classes, but you still felt tense.

“Hey, how about me and you hang out after school? I can get in more depth about this town, even drive you around. Meet me at the front of the school. Sounds good?” He got super close for this, making sure it was a personal invitation for you and him only. You felt your cheeks redden from the distance between you two before you nodded. He smiled and patted you on the back, before continuing to talk about dungeons and creatures to his friends.

You couldn’t wait.

———

You waited where he said, watching all the students leave the school, laughing and giggling, having fun. You have a small smile, it reminds you of your friends. You wish you could make friends already, but you have to put a little time and effort into it.

“Hey Y/N!” You turned to see Eddie walking to you, a smile on his face, to which you returned the favor.

“Hi Eddie.” You felt slightly shy around him, he was practically a stranger still.

“Let’s get into my car, I’ll take you someplace cool!” You nodded and he began to lead you to his vehicle. Once you arrived, he opened the door for you, which made you smile at his manners. As you sat down, his door slammed shut, key already in the ignition.

“Alright, so I can tell you got a lot of anxiety on ya. Well I got just the cure for that.” He reached into his pocket, fishing around for a bit and held out a baggie of weed. Your eyes widened a bit, shocked at his nonchalant nature of just bringing out drugs.

“W-woah. Drugs? I-im not sure if that’s right-“

“It’s not drugs, it’s just weed! It’ll help you feel relaxed, it’s indica.”

“Well, weed is a drug. Besides, I’ve never smoked, what if I overdose or something?” He just responded with a laugh, smacking the steering wheel as he began to back up to leave the school parking lot.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take you to my place to try it out. I’ve smoked more times than I care to count, so I’ll take care of you. Then we can drive around town, deal?” He seemed like he knew what he was doing, but you were still slightly worried, you didn’t want to get in trouble or anything.

———

The drive was short lived, you arrived at a trailer park and your anxiety wasn’t eased. You knew there was nothing wrong with living in a trailer home, but you hoped the inside looked better than the outside.

“Home sweet home! You can put your backpack anywhere, I'm gonna go get the stuff.” As he opened the door and let you inside, you were sorta relieved that it wasn’t completely disgusting inside. It seemed lived in, which was nice and comforting. Eddie had come back very quickly and brought back some small metal tray and some thin papers. You watched as he took a seat by the kitchen and began to crush the weed and stuff it inside the thin papers. Staying silent the entire time, you didn’t want to bother him and break his concentration.

“Alright, you’re gonna follow me ok? Just put it to your lips, take a medium breath and let it fill your lungs, keep them very open, yeah?” He took a breath in of the lit joint to show you how it’s done, he held his breath for a few seconds before he let out a cloud of smoke. He handed the weed to you, making you nervously pick it up.

“Alright, don’t worry, it’s normal to be nervous your first time! Just do what I did, breathe deep.” You followed his instructions, but as soon as the smoke hit your throat, you began a fit of coughing, causing him to laugh with you as you pulled the joint away from you. Your eyes began to well with tears as you coughed and coughed, the pain making you dizzy.

“Oh I remember the days I used to react to weed like that. It’s alright, everyone coughs like crazy the first time. Keep trying.” He pushed the blunt back to you, to which you hesitantly took another hit off, you coughed again, but not as much as the first time.

“Keep going, that’s not nearly enough to get you high.” Unbeknownst to you, he was lying off his ass. He made sure he used his strongest strain of Indica, a few puffs got him higher than a kite, so the amount you took was plenty. But he saw the way your jeans hugged your hips as you walked in the halls, or the way you looked so innocent and sad. He knew you were vulnerable, you were alone in a new town, no friends except your parents, and you shook like a wet dog constantly. He knew he could make you into his personal little play thing, you were just too cute to pass up.

After lots of hits, you felt all the weed hit you at once. You started thinking too hard about the feeling of your pants against your skin, the way Eddie’s shirt was detailed, you just kept staring at the things in front of you. You didn’t even notice how long you were zoning out for, because Eddie had been shaking you.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” He was on his knees, as you were both on the floor now. You looked up at him and licked your lips, your mouth dry as a desert.

“I-I think I’m high.” Your voice sounded like it came out of a different person, but you knew it was you. You didn’t feel good, everything felt like an echo, unreal. But you started to feel a little better as the seconds went on, the tension in your shoulders and back made you relax a little, and your eyes drooped low.

“Do you feel good?” He began to rub your back as you nodded, you felt so relaxed you could sleep right then and there. He giggled and got up, which left you alone with your thoughts.

Why were you so nervous about coming here? This was great! You already made a friend, and he has a whole friend group you could interact with. The first day, he felt close enough to you to invite you to his house and show you weed, he’s even gonna show you the town! Your mind analyzed your anxiety and feelings, while Eddie was getting you a glass of water.

“Here, this should help with the dry mouth you’re probably experiencing.” He handed you a glass, which made the already giant smile on your face even bigger, in reality you looked a little silly, but to him you looked so adorable. He needed to take his chance before your high ended.

“C’mere cute stuff, let’s go to my room, you can lay in my bed, we can listen to some music, it’ll make you feel good.” You nodded as you sipped on the drink, his arms lifting you up and you giggled into the water, everything seemed funny to you. He led you into his room, but to you, you were there in a blink of an eye. You lay on the bed, which felt like the most comfy thing in the world to you, like you were constantly sinking in. You were just giggling to yourself, and he watched you on the other side. Your eyes suddenly shifted to him and you turned your whole body to face him.

“This feels good hehe, thank you for giving it to me.” Your words slipped off your tongue, and it was a little hard to speak, but he nodded and looked into your eyes very deeply. Your gaze never left his before he let out a small curse and got on top of you as you blinked. You stared at him before he leaned over to kiss you, his tongue slipping in your dry mouth as you slowly shut your eyes. His crotch was digging into yours, it felt weird, not in a bad way, but you weren’t ready for this.

“Mmm, I don’t let any pretty girl smoke my shit for free, you know that? Pretty girls like you still have to pay.” You tilted your head a little and you giggled.

“I have five dollars in my bag.” He laughed and leaned into your neck, breathing in your perfume.

“I think I know another way you could pay.” Another blink, and he was over your crotch, face pressed against your jeans as he breathed in deeply, which you found a little odd. Another blink, and your pants and panties were off, the cold air hitting your Pusey directly, which made you wince.

“It feels so good to orgasm when you're high, you know that? Your body is so sensitive, it’s gonna feel amazing.” He started to lick your clit, and you immediately closed your eyes and arched your back, a long moan leaving your lips. It felt like pure ecstasy, you couldn’t handle it. His licks became frequent until he began to suck on your clit. You were almost paralyzed, you couldn’t move due to the pure pleasure. He had used some spit to slowly finger you, which sent you over the edge. Despite the dryness in your mouth, you had a dribble of drool leaving your lips as your mind was caught in pure bliss. His lips were enclosed around your lips, your clit being suckled on, making a mess of you.

The loss of sensation was followed by his voice. “Feels good baby?” You nodded, but something felt off. Your pleasure was suddenly non-existent, even though his lips were still on you. You felt dread, sickness, and embarrassment. Your brain had thought too hard and you felt disgusted with yourself. This man was a stranger no more than a day ago, you had let yourself succumb to pleasure and become a whore. You hated this feeling now, and began to shake your head as tears spilled.

“E-Eddie. Stop it. I don’t wanna…” You tried to move your hands, but they felt so heavy that you did nothing but stare at the ceiling and whine.

“Whattt? Now you don’t like this? Just seconds ago, you were addicted to the feeling of my lips on your pretty pussy. Listen how wet you sound…” His single finger became two as it thrusted inside your pussy, making you wince and moan at the sensation. It was all too powerful, you didn’t like it, it made you overwhelmed.

“N-no. I don’t wanna anymore… Please stoppp.” Your words were slurred, your tongue was heavy in your mouth, like you were going to swallow it by accident at any second.

“C’mon sweetheart. Let me finish, then we can take a little nap, you’d like that, won’t you?” You didn’t know what you wanted anymore, you just wanted to go back home, for him to stop, for this high to stop. His tongue continued to give you the confusing pleasure, his fingers adding on to it. He gave his own moans, he seemed to be enjoying this very heavily.

“Look at you, acting like a slut, you just couldn’t stop teasing me. You’re such a cutie.” The abuse on your clit was teeth clenching and toe curling, you’ve never felt pleasure like this in your entire life.

“For someone who wants this to stop, your pussy is so wet, you’re twitching all over me.” You were so confused, your brain telling you this was wrong and that you’re a whore for letting a man do this to you. But for something so wrong, it felt so good. You didn’t even notice how loud your moans were before you suddenly squirmed and screamed. Your pussy was clenching around his fingers, and your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You were riding out your orgasm as Eddie continued to eat you out, his pace even quickening.

As you rode down the long lasting orgasm, you began to feel overstimulated with Eddie on top of you, he wouldn’t stop his pleasure. You begged him to stop, your pussy twitching, and after a minute (a lifetime to you) he finally pulled away with a smirk.

“Acting like such a slut, you wanted this, you little tease.” He slung his arm over you, your wet pussy still on display, but he covered the both of you with his blanket, which made you more tired than you already felt with the high and the orgasm.

“You belong to me, only I'm allowed to make you feel that way. Let’s sleep now sweetheart.” He cuddled up next to you, making you a small spoon. You felt very conflicted, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Eddie was sweet, he tried his best to make you feel welcome, but it all felt too much. You felt dirty, used, but then again, you were the only one receiving pleasure. He even called you a tease, were you too nice to him? Did you lead him on? You shook your head, before you yawned and began to fall asleep, letting all your worries leave you for a short lived coma.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #dark! eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #tw noncon #stranger things #eddie munson smut

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Hello! I've been binge reading your blog for a few days now djfkwodj I love your writing so much. Especially the self-aware au. I love reading about it, and the other anons are so creative??? Thank you all for providing food 🙏 I wanna share an idea I have of that au too.

It's established that all the idols + Anzu are obsessed with the player (and god, imagining 40+ characters following you around 24/7 is a nightmare. My introverted self would feel drained on the first day) but what if the player is the 'stick-to-one' type? Like they choose just one character to fawn over and the rest just get cast aside. While the player appreciates them, their oshi takes top priority.

(Using Rei as an example for this. I started playing enstars because of him lmao). Imagine Rei just gets all the privileges, attention and love. The player pulls for all of his cards, grinds events for his event cards, puts him in the home screen and sets him as a leader for every song. The favoritism is so obvious it just hurts, and probably pisses off most , if not all of the characters. Heck, they even hear the player gush about Rei in the real world.

Oh and something that really hurts, is that one of the other characters' 5* comes home: they're so happy to be with the player, but they only get to see their disappointed face because they're not the favorite.

I imagine that the other characters would do everything they can to ruin Rei's time with the player. Maybe they'll force themselves into the home screen in the hopes you'll give them attention. Or mysteriously appear in the office even though the player knows that they only put Rei in there.

While the chaos is happening inside the game, the player's just confused with all the glitches and hopes that it'll get fixed the next update.

Ahem. I'm done with my rant now. I'm sorry for rambling in your ask, but the self aware au just floods my brain with ideas. Hope you have a good day!

Awww, thank you so much! Getting these kinds of sweet compliments always makes me really happy☺️ And oh yes, I absolutely agree with you there! The anons here are super creative, coming up with all of these cool ideas for the AU. I love reading them!

Yeaaahhh I gotta agree with you there, I´m also pretty introverted myself so I would have a pretty bad time with all of them chasing me around and wanting to spend time with me. It would be so overwhelming, like please, I need time alone!!😭

gn reader

tw yandere, possessiveness, obsession

When the player sticks to only one character and shows obvious favoritism when playing the game ( Rei)

Ooh, this would be a nightmare for all the other characters! I´ve discussed a similar scenario with Anzu before but let me talk a little more about it!

So let´s start this off by saying that there´s one person that would be *very* upset if you preferred Rei over everyone else. I don´t think I even need to say it but Ritsu would not like this at all. His brother completely abandoned him in his time of need and now he´s also taking away his beloved player? Hasn´t he tormented him enough, does he really need to steal away his last piece of happiness? Ritsu doesn´t understand what you see in his brother and he´s very mopey about this. He´s even lazier than usual at practice, it´s like the last bit of his motivation has fizzled out now. He will never forgive Rei for this but that doesn´t mean he´ll give up on you. He´ll find a way to make you see that he is the superior brother!

Rei himself is obviously really happy about being your favorite ( good choice btw, he was also the starter card I chose when I started on my jp account! I heard that he was a vampire and has a coffin with wheels underneath them and was sold ksjlfsd). It means that all of his efforts were worth it in the end, if you recognized him and deemed him worthy of your affections.

Oh, he can´t help but feel a little bit smug when everyone else starts to realize how you favor him. You´re always pulling for his cards in the gacha and passing on everyone else, you try your hardest to score as many points as possible in his events to maybe even get several copies of his card, you´ve unlocked all of his outfits and SPPs, his fans are maxed out and he´s the only idol that gets the privilege of staying in your office, even though more spaces would be available.

It´s so so frustrating and they feel almost helpless with it too, because what are they supposed to do when it seems like you´ve already made up your mind? You´re not pulling on their banners and only doing the bare minimum for their events, deciding to instead save up in case Rei gets another card.

At this point, some of them are desperate enough to ask Rei for help. Kaoru is on his knees, begging to let him be the 4-star on one of his banners to give him the chance to come home to you, even if it hurts when you show basically no reaction to getting him. The spots on banners Rei features in are very competitive because a lot of the idols see it as one of their only chances to get to you. Yes, they could try to break through and give you their off-banner 5-star but they seriously can´t handle the clear disappointment on your face when they show up instead of Rei.

Some others will indeed try to ruin the time Rei has with you, using the stories to smack-talk him in front of you with the goal of changing your mind once you see more of his bad qualities or invading your home screen and your office. You swear you didn´t put them there but maybe you accidentally tapped on them when you were changing Rei´s outfit? Who knows. Maybe it´s also just a bug that needs fixing.

One thing is sure though, Rei is very hated within the game now as everyone is jealous of him, wanting to be the one to get all of your attention instead.

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lavend-ler · 4 months

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you're literally so real and based about the misogyny in the onceler fandom like none of the plot would've happened without audrey or norma (although i am a bit biased when it comes to norma cause she's my fave), and mrs wiggins helped A LOT and everyone just ignored them. also the vitriolic hatred towards the onceler's mom (yeah she sucked but still) is kinda weird where is that treatment towards the rest of his family

thank u dear anon 🙏

I posted my post out on a whim from my drafts but lemme elaborate - the lorax/onceler fandom is incredibly misogynistic. from the fact that ppl make fun of younger often girls having fun and being attracted to Once-ler. I was also a young girl when I first joined this fandom and I could completely feel the mockery over the years. all bc I dared to have fun abt one of my fave characters. and over the years I feel like the nature had become even more so hostile against fans, esp abt women who just join

my another glaring issue is with the fact that this fandom completely overlooks female characters. as u've said, the plot wouldn't have happened without Audrey and Norma. and when u join the fandom discussions u see ppl complaining abt how thinly they are written, the fandom does nothing to expand on them

I'll start with Norma bc she's my absolute fave too - u can barely find anything with her these days. yes I love Normaler but it doesn't have to be all there is to her. if u don't like Normaler, why can't u make Norma be Once-ler's friend? why aren't u exploring her life as a young woman, single mother and then a kind and upbeat old woman? why can't u pick up the pieces in canon abt her spunky but lighthearted nature, love for stories, enigmatic but understanding personality, nostalgia towards different times but still living in the moment, even affection towards things as gentle as nature and as extreme as sports? she fckin drives a crane all by herself! Norma is such a fantastic character to explore but this fandom just doesn't want to. and then when ppl DO explore her character it's dismissed as a self-insert fantasy for girls. even if so, so what? are we circling back to hating young girls for having interests?

Audrey is a similar case. she's either used as a mouthpiece, side piece for Ted or fucking shipped with an adult. why don't u explore her life beside this? why won't u talk abt her being an artist, softspoken dreamer and an introverted character who has to make choices? I love when ppl make her more active but she can also be passive, not everyone has to be an adventurer. and if u make her active, she could make a fantastic protag. all I'm saying is, do better

I'd argue the story of The Lorax also couldn't have happened if it wasn't for Mrs. Wiggins. she's such a fun character too, lovable and sweet and energetic, but also no nonsense and stands up for what she believes in? when I read this ask to my bestie they looked at me and said "Mrs. Wiggins has more personality than Ted" and I AGREE. she deserves more spotlight as a single woman who tries her hardest and balances her life all around. she's so so good

as for Once-ler's mother, she is a total bitch but like........so is his whole family. yes, she's the abuser but everyone else enables her abuse so they're also guilty. like fuck them. I do totally get hatred for Once-ler's mother but she's also a pretty good antagonist. her manipulative behavior and mood swings are very well written in a realistic way. why can't we even say that a woman is a good antagonist? besides, she can also have her past (which does not excuse the abuse ofc, just makes her a deeper character). I see a lot of potential and it's just wasted a millionth time

can I also say that female OCs in this fandom are super scarce? I remember there were a lot of times when fem!Once-ler blogs got deactivated bc they were relentlessly bullied. all for the sake of shipping two mildly different flavors of the same guy. and u don't have to make them side pieces to ur Once-lers. women deserve their own stories to tell. when I was developing my Lorax OC Felicia, her relationship with Once-ler was the last thing I thought of

anyways, it's a total tangent at this point but I wanted this to be an ode to female characters of the lorax/onceler fandom. they deserve their stories and they deserve to be treated with respect. do better

#ask #onceler #the lorax #norma wiggins #audtree #mrs wiggins #onceler's mom #all this bc I couldn't test out my walkman with my new cassette bc I forgot batteries lol #anyways I've been thinking abt this for a long time and I'm glad I could say it out

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which guy in bllk (tumblr link btw) (my money is on the itoshi bros)

NONNIE THE WAY YOU MADE ME LET OUT THE MOST UNATTRACTIVE SNORT IN PUBLIC THERE ARE ACTUAL TEARS IN MY EYES thank you for blessing me with this most important piece of knowledge 🙏🙏🙏

out of the itoshi bros my money is a hundred thousand precent on rin are you kidding this man is wholly made out spite and just the right amount of pettiness 😩🤚 he’s fluent in english so i feel like he wouldn’t have any trouble picking up on all the swears other teams aim at him unlike his dumbass teammates LMFAO and then like the little shit he is he bides his time until he has an arsenal of curse words memorized in like 47 different languages just for the sake of throwing it back at those who “wronged him” PLS HE’S SO DRAMATIC i love him

for sae…. hmmm🤔 i’d love to jump on the bandwagon that he learned spanish due to all the years he was abroad but it’s LITERALLY CANON LIKE,,,, SAE SAID SO HIMSELF THAT his greatest weakness is that he doesn’t know anything besides football and that is simply comedy gold i CANNOT IGNORE!!!! everyone views him as japan’s greatest treasure - this cool and aloof soccer prodigy worth an incomprehensible amount of money but in reality he takes taxis everywhere bc he doesn’t have a drivers license and has to pay his dietitian extra to prepare his meals bc at 23 years of age he still doesn’t know how to boil a pot of rice iM CACKLING. learning a whole ass different language???? forGET ABOUT IT never gonna happen. (i also feel like he just… wouldn’t care enough?? to “waste his time” doing smth like that yk? but you bet ur ass he’s cussing up a storm behind his deadpan face if ur annoying him LOL)

some honorable mentions!!!

shidou - he sticks to cursing in japanese but he looks so dead serious and terrifying getting all up in people’s faces it’s all the rival teams can do not to go home bawling their eyes out this man is FERAL!!!! there’s a whole twitter account with a 120k+ following dedicated to ‘candids of shidou ryusei verbally attacking people’ and it’s entirely made up of players looking like they’re about to shit their pants.

reo - of fucking course the resident billionaire nepotism baby grew up learning all the fancy rich languages. he’s usually very composed on the field, but when someone pisses him off real bad he just casually drops the nastiest string of words you’ve ever heard in your life under his breath then walks away as if nothing happened 😇 his opponents are flabbergasted - a perfect depiction of the surprised pikachu meme - wondering if that actually happened or they’re just having a fever dream (it’s always the first)

karasu and otoya - they’re the idiot duo with two collective braincells you cannot convince me otherwise I LOVE TJEM SM. otoya was full on cheering on shidou and rin while they were having a fist fight ofc he’d be down to learn cuss words in different languages to terrorize other players FOOUUUL karasu needs zero convincing he’s a menace. only problem is that they use GOOGLE TRANSLATE as their super reliable source and bc they think they can do no wrong they don’t even make the app sound out the words for them they just roll with their own pronunciation. they’re swearing on the field with their whole chest puffed out entirely too proud of themselves meanwhile the other players are so confused like??? are they having a stroke help???

#you can tell im totally normal about them and dont think about them at all 24/7 bc i totally just didn’t write you an essay haha (help)#im consumed SORRY FOR THE RANT ANON BUT THIS WAS JUST SO FUNNY DKSHSBDBXBXK #also godDAMN who is that man and why is he so fine #who let him be that sexy??? about to stalk the shit outta him on god #op of that post was right cancel the world cup he ate he won give him a medal #—ping! message from: (anon)#—bllk.thoughts!#blue lock

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run-down-that-dream · 5 months

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State of Mind

State of Mind Mike Campbell x Reader

Summary: Inspiration strikes during Mudcrutch's journey to California in 1974. Extremely loosely based on Mike's song of the same name.

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This is pretty much set on the night they stayed in Tulsa, I just took the liberty of giving the guys separate hotel rooms (hey I'm sure Denny could afford that for them if he wanted to). Guess which one we're in 😁 As always, feedback / comments make a writer's day 🙏

Lines have a way of appearing out of thin air sometimes. All the best ones do at least. Mike took one look at you, so at peace where you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder, and it hit him. It was crystal clear.

Home is a state of mind

He started to reach for his notebook on the nightstand and stopped. It wasn't any good. Was it? Tommy was the writer. Tommy could say it better. Still, it nagged at him - alone with you in that hotel room in Tulsa. It felt important.

Somehow it explained the way he felt around you. How else could he put it, really? With Florida gone, California ahead, and the simple knowledge of change in the air. It was happening fast. They were crazy, the band and everyone else who followed them there. Even you - crazy as the dust storm outside was. They’d never seen anything like it.

None of that seemed to matter once you were in that room together. Alone. Playing cards, writing stories, watching sleepless time go by. There was something in your smile that got to him. It always did. He would have done anything to see it. So naturally he threw popcorn at you from across the room, where you’d sent him away in good natured fun. He knew you’d retaliate. Of course you did. That alone, maybe, is what home should feel like.

You were sitting cross legged in front of him, plucking pieces of popcorn out of his hair, when he stole the first of many kisses that night.

“Oh you’re welcome,” you said, a joke as if it was in silent thanks to you. But maybe it was. For being there, for believing in him, and yes, for helping with his hair whether you caused it or not.

Once again, words escaped him, as they always seemed to do. So he kissed you again, hands warm on your knees and hesitant to go much further. It was love, your time together. Slow as it'd been to get that far, it had to be. Love had always been there.

Through more than two years of friendship and one reluctant confession before this trip began. Was the mutual admiration obvious by then? Of course it was. The real wonder was why it took so long to tell you that.

Your very first kiss happened soon after he told you, in a town that would never be called home again. A moment of relief in a cold night and half a moon hung in the sky. Perfect confirmation that his words meant something. They mean something.

So he started for the notebook again, very careful not to wake you, and wrote it down. The line didn't look so bad on paper. Not at all, despite perpetually messy handwriting made worse by attempted stealth. He didn't know how endearing you found his handwriting to be back then. Even when you'd tease him. He wouldn't understand how much you loved everything about him for a long time.

As for the line, those six words scribbled in darkness in the middle of the night. It would become a song. A great one. Just, not yet. Not that night, not the next day either. Not in years. But it would.

For now the notebook was placed back on the nightstand so he could hold you a little closer and kiss the top of your head. How he got so lucky, he didn't know. To have you then; to know he’d be needed in a real studio by morning. It was all so different.

In it, sleep too far out of reach. There wasn’t a chance. At least, that's what he thought before he closed his eyes. But you were there. And you wanted to love him back. You really did. It was all he wanted for so long.

Maybe that could be enough, because sleep did come - just in knowing you were there. It was a familiar feeling, the last he could have until morning.

Home can be anywhere. Anything. In that moment, it was you.

Maybe it'd always been you.

Tags: my taglist is extremely out of date so I'm starting from scratch. pls don't hesitate to ask to be added for everything I write or just for specific people

@thebomb-diggity I don't remember if I sent this one to you??? asjklsdf but you might like 💛

#aaaaaaaa I finished something to post?!?!?!#how long has it been??????#can you tell how much I adore the boy 🥺#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#mike campbell x reader #sunny writes things #mike campbell #mudcrutch

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ilovejoyjessie · 1 year

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Behind the Concept - Location: Over the course of the year, before things got a little crazy, I asked myself what I could do to level up my visual art projects. Knowing how much I feel that the right look/location for a shoot can make a big difference in how it hits upon delivery, I wanted to push myself to make my concepts even more realistic by figuring out real places I could put them as often as I could. Everyone loves a good studio shoot, but there’s something about seeing a concept exactly where you’d expect it to be. That familiarity with the setting can go a long way into making the photo feel like a surreal snapshot from a real life situation that you’re seeing in real time.

I looked up boxing gyms around town and ended up finding the Seattle Boxing Gym. I considered reaching out, but wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get it or they’d be interested in letting me shoot there. But I did have it in my back pocket, so when I reached out to photographer Lamar G, I asked him if he thought the shoot would look good as a studio shoot or at an actual boxing ring. (I still needed a boost of confidence and) I did still think the shoot would look cool as stills in a room, but that the boxing ring would bring a special touch to it. He said either would work, but if we could get an actual ring, the photos might really pop.

So I took a chance, reached out to the gym and - wouldn’t you know it - they were into it. We went there, they had an instructor hang around to oversee us shooting and he even gave me some tips on how to make sure I looked as realistic of a boxer as possible with my stances and throws. Bless him 🙏 Being in an actual ring, I could believably tell the story of a fighter training, in progress, and feeling the highs and lows of an intense brawl. The audience wouldn’t have to feel in the pieces, even if I could’ve still emoted and styled in a studio. Instead, they’d have all the pieces and real-life elements around them to really frame the concept and ground the story in reality. Plus, I mean, how badass and professional is it to use an actual location just for your art? *casual polo pop* It was a trip to send an email that said, “I and a fellow art festival featured photographer would be honored to use your space.” #flex

As with a lot of things, sometimes it’s just that extra oomph and effort that can take a great project into a memorable project. Even if it was a lot to plan, I’m definitely proud of how I put my creative direction hat on to elevate this shoot and now have more confidence in my ideas and hope to continue pushing my creativity/work as I keep creating. The results speak for themselves. Thank you, SBG!

#boxing #photoshoot #creative director #creative direction #black artists #seattle #creative process #artist blog #film photos #film photography #boxing ring #black and white photo #black and white appreciation #black and white #nike court royale #nikeshoes #sneaker fans

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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HOLY WHAT A KITA FIC SET IN THE STORM CHASER UNIVERSE YES PLS 🙏

eheh ok since you asked so nicely, here's a sneak peak!! only for you, cel bb!!!

Sneak Peek - a thousand sea flowers in bloom

pairing: kita shinsuke x f! reader

a/n: set in the storm chaser universe - wherein the very tired, very burnt out reader hides out at kita's farm for a holiday away from the world.

You can’t help the bittersweet feeling that blooms in your chest everytime you watch Kaiyo with her little family, their easy affection making you ache when you remember that all that’s waiting for you back in your tiny studio apartment is a stack of empty take-out boxes that you haven’t had time to clear yet.

Gods, you’re so desperately lonely. You should adopt a cat. At least you’ll have a living being looking forward to you coming home, because getting just a plant is just sad, even if all you have to do is talk to it and water it. But if you do - will you end up as a lonely cat lady? Oh gods, that’s your fate isn’t it? To die surrounded by nine cats and a mountain of recycling-

“Auntie!”

You plaster a smile on your face as you lift the little girl up in your arms, nuzzling into her hair. “Have you been good, Shin-chan?” you ask, and she nods eagerly. You listen solemnly and ooh and ahh at all the right places as she rattles on about her day at kindergarten today, your grin growing wicked as you watch Atsumu sulk as she raves about her best friend in the world - Meian Makoto.

You’re very well aware that the blonde setter is deathly afraid that he’ll be displaced as the number one man in his little girl’s life, and you can’t help needling him, just a little bit.

“Makoto will make a fantastic son in law, even if he’s just six. So - when’s the wedding?”

Atsumu explodes, yelling indignantly, “when’s yer wedding?”, even as Kaiyo rolls her eyes at her irrepressible husband and drags you into a booth tucked away in the back.

“I’m glad squabbling with my husband has made you look more alive. You looked like death in the office.”

“Sorry” you apologise meekly, but she waves it away with a fond smile, shouting at Osamu to prepare her usual order.

“Is it work stress?” Kaiyo asks, leaning on her elbow, tilting her head to look intently at you. “Is it your idiot boss? Y’know, you should leverage your professional experience to switch teams if that’s what you need.”

You sink your chin onto the table, exhaustion settling into your very bones. “I...I think I just need a break”, you admit.

You do, you really, really do. You can’t remember the last time you’ve taken more than a few days off work - and even that was to attend your sister’s wedding in Tokyo. Long hours spent in the office with an infuriating boss, weekends burnt to placate clients who keep demanding more and more, you’re tired.

In short, work is shit.

“Take a holiday then.”

That - that does sound incredibly tempting. You have enough vacation days to take two full weeks off, but you don’t know where you should go. Spending two weeks back in your parents’ cramped apartment in Tokyo? Absolutely not. They’ll spend at least half your holiday nagging you for not having a romantic prospect in sight. Bah. It’s not your fault all the men on dating apps are absolute pieces of shit, expecting a bangmaid - someone to fuck them, and then clean up after them with a meek thank you good sir. They can all piss off, thank you very much. The only real choice is to travel around the country solo, since everyone else you know is busy with their own commitments, but you’re already so lonely it’ll be even sadder to have to explore all alone.

“How about the countryside?” Kaiyo suggests, lips quirking upwards mischievously.

“The countryside?”

“I know someone who lives there - or well, Atsumu does...”

“Kaiyo…” you growl, recognising the telltale signs of yet another attempt to matchmake you with one of Atsumu’s friends. You still haven’t gotten over the disastrous date you had with Sakusa Kiyoomi - he’s nice enough you suppose, but it’s hard to tell when he barely said more than ten words to you over dinner. Thank the gods he hadn’t texted you for a second date, even though you’d love to run your fingers through those gorgeous, dark curls -

“Look. Atsumu’s former high school captain runs a rice farm in Hyogo, and it’s the perfect place for you to get plenty of fresh air and sunlight”. She looks up and down at you pointedly. “Goodness knows you need it.”

“Rude”, you retort, as she smirks into her food. “ Wouldn’t I be imposing?”

“Let me ask now”, she replies, whipping out her phone. Wait, wait, wait - what??! “Kaiyo”, you shout, but she’s too fast for you, hand already outstretched to fend off your panicked attempts to stop her.

“Hello? Kita-san! How’s obaa-san? That’s great, that’s great - look, I’ve got a favour to ask.”

#kita shinsuke #kita x you #kita x reader #kita x y/n #Nikki chats!#a thousand sea flowers in bloom #Cel<3

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