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bad-fucking-omens · 5 months

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The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) Preface, Introduction, & Chapter 1

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 3.7K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: None

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PREFACE

You are the kindest thing

that ever happened to me,

even if that is not how our tale is told.

When everyone else told me I was

destined to be a forgotten nymph

that nurtured flowers and turn meadows gold,

you saw that the ichor that resides in me

demanded its own throne.

You showed me

how a love like ours can turn

even the darkest, coldest realm

into the happiest of homes.

- Nikita Gill

INTRODUCTION

When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

I would graduate from Forks High School in three years, then go to college in Seattle, or maybe Tacoma or Spokane — far enough away from Forks that I could truly start my own life but close enough to visit Charlie every weekend so he wouldn’t be lonely. I would finish my degree — which would probably be something in the sciences or maybe the arts — then I would start my career in my chosen field.

I would eventually find someone that I would want to spend the rest of my life with, someone I loved and who loved me just as much. We would probably get married at some point and maybe even have a kid or two down the road. I would come back to Forks every so often to visit my father with my family. It was always so easy to envision myself and my father and my family sitting in the living room, laughing and eating and watching some sports game on the TV. I thought that it was inevitable that I would always spend my holidays exactly like that — happy and surrounded by the people that I loved the most.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

1. CONFESSIONS

Bella was waiting for me and Charlie at the front door when we finally made it home from the hospital. I was holding our father’s hand, trying to give him some sort of comfort as he tried to cope with the sudden loss of one of his closest friends, Harry Clearwater.

Bella wrapped her arms around his waist as soon as he was close enough. Dad pulled his hand away from mine to hug her tightly. I glanced down at the ground, swallowing down my emotions once again.

‘Charlie had a rough day,’ I reminded myself. ‘He didn’t mean to snub me by pulling his hand away.’

“I’m sorry about Harry, Dad,” Bella murmured.

“I’m really going to miss him,” he said.

“How’s Sue doing?”

Charlie sighed deeply and said, “She seems dazed, like she hasn’t grasped it yet. Sam’s staying with her. . . . Those poor kids. Leah’s just a year older than you, and Seth is only fourteen. . . .”

He kept his arm around Bella as he started towards the door again. I followed behind them silently.

“Um, Dad?” Bella began nervously. “You’ll never guess who’s here.”

Charlie and I both looked at Bella, then glanced around the street. Just as I spotted the shiny, black Mercedes parked a little down the street, a soft, high-pitched voice floated out of my house and raised the hair on the back of my neck.

“Hi, Charlie, Eve. I’m sorry I came at such a bad time.”

“Alice Cullen?” Charlie said. I glared at the pixie-like girl, my hands curling into fists as Charlie asked in amazement, “Alice, is that you?”

“It’s me. I was in the neighborhood.”

“Is Carlisle–”

“No, I’m alone.”

I clenched my jaw. My nails were digging into the palms of my hands so hard that I wondered if they would draw blood.

“She can stay here, can’t she?” Bella pleaded, looking up at Charlie and drawing my glare towards her. “I already asked her to.”

“Of course. We’d love to have you, Alice,” Charlie answered.

I scoffed and brushed past all three of them to finally head into the house. I could hear Alice say from outside, “Thank you, Charlie. I know it’s horrid timing.”

“No, it’s fine, really,” Charlie assured her as I began to climb the stairs and they moved inside. “I’m going to be really busy doing what I can for Harry’s family. It will be nice for the girls to have some company.”

Tears gathered in my eyes as I walked into my room and closed the door behind me.

What the hell was Bella thinking? Or Alice, or Charlie for that matter? They had to know that Alice Cullen was only going to stay for one night, maybe two, and then she would leave again. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that once she did leave, Bella was going to be destroyed and Charlie and I would be left to pick up her broken pieces yet again. My sister and father might still have soft spots for Alice, but I didn’t trust any of the Cullens anymore, not after how they had treated Bella.

I still didn’t understand how they could treat her so horribly. How could they all just disappear one day and not even return her calls or emails? How could Edward leave my sister out in the woods after breaking up with her? How could he leave without making sure that she at least made it back to the house safely?

How could any of them claim to have ever loved or cared about her at all?

After taking a quick shower the next morning, I walked downstairs to find Alice sitting with Charlie in the kitchen while he attempted to make breakfast. I leaned back against the counter beside him, watching warily as he poked the bacon frying in the pan.

Alice asked quietly, “How bad was it?”

I shot her a nasty look as Charlie sighed and said, “Real bad.”

“Tell me about it. I want to know exactly what happened when we left.”

I looked down at my sock-clad feet as I crossed my arms securely over my chest. I tried to control my breathing as I blinked back tears.

Charlie hesitated before he spoke. “I’ve never felt so hopeless. I didn’t know what to do — neither of us did. That first week. . . . I thought I was going to have to hospitalize her. She wouldn’t eat or drink, she wouldn’t move. Dr. Gerandy was throwing around words like ‘catatonic,’ but I didn’t let him up to see her. I was afraid it would scare her.”

“She snapped out of it, though?” Alice asked.

“I was going to have Renée come to take her to Florida. I just didn’t want to be the one . . . if she had to go to a hospital or something,” Charlie explained. “I hoped being with her mother would help. But when she heard her mother was on her way and we started packing her clothes, she woke up with a vengeance. I’ve never seen Bella throw a fit like that. She was never one for tantrums, but boy did she fly into a fury. . . . She threw her clothes everywhere and screamed that we couldn’t make her leave . . . and then she finally started crying. I thought that would be the turning point. I didn’t argue when she insisted on staying here . . . and she did seem to get better at first. . . .”

“But?” Alice prompted when he trailed off.

He sighed. “She went back to school and work, she ate and slept and did her homework. She answered when someone asked her a direct question. . . . But she was . . . empty. Her eyes were blank. There were lots of little things — she wouldn’t listen to music anymore. I found a bunch of CDs broken in the trash. She didn’t read, she wouldn’t be in the same room when the TV was on, not that she watched it so much before. I finally figured it out . . . she was avoiding everything that might remind her of . . . him.”

I dug my fingernails into my arms at the mere mention of Edward. My hatred for him had soaked into every cell of my body after the way he had destroyed my sister. Somehow, I just knew that he knew how depressed Bella would get if he left her. He just didn’t care.

“We could hardly talk,” Charlie continued. “Eve and I were so worried about saying something that would upset her — the littlest things would make her flinch — and she never volunteered anything. She would just answer if I asked her something. . . . She was alone all the time, even with us here. She didn’t call her friends back, and after a while, they stopped calling. It was night of the living dead around here. I still hear her screaming in her sleep. . . .”

My chest tightened as Bella’s tortured screams echoed through my mind. Tears pricked my eyes and I blinked them back once again. Bella’s nightmares had been the singular most horrid thing about the Cullens leaving. It was as if their disappearance from Forks had traumatized her more than anything else ever could.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Alice said.

I bit back the acidic comment I wanted to spit at her as my father replied, “It’s not your fault. You were always a good friend to her.”

I scoffed, quietly enough that Charlie couldn’t hear me.

Alice’s eyes flickered towards me for a moment before she looked back at Charlie. She said, “She seems better now, though.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Ever since she started hanging out with Jacob Black, I’ve noticed a real improvement. She has some color in her cheeks when she comes home, some light in her eyes. She’s happier. . . . He’s Eve’s age, so he’s a year younger than her, and I know Bella used to think of him as a friend, but I think maybe it’s something more now, or headed that direction, anyway. Right, Eve?”

I gave him a small smile and said placatingly, “Yeah, maybe.”

But the moment he looked away, my smile disappeared. It was a wistful dream. It was true that there seemed to be something between them, but the one thing I had learned during this whole nightmare was that Edward would always hold Bella’s heart in his hands, no matter how much he hurt her. I hated him for it.

“Jake’s old for his years,” Charlie said, almost defensively. “He’s taken care of his father physically the way Bella took care of her mother emotionally. It matured him. He’s a good-looking kid, too — takes after his mom’s side. He’s good for Bella, you know.”

“Then it’s good she has him.”

Charlie sighed and I could almost see the way his façade crumbled at Alice’s words.

“Okay, so I guess that’s overstating things. I don’t know — even with Jacob, now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in. It’s not normal, Alice, and it . . . it frightens me. Not normal at all. Not like someone . . . left her, but like someone died.”

My heart throbbed painfully in my chest when I heard Charlie’s voice crack. He had never been a very emotional man, so hearing the strain in his voice hurt me. Gently and wordlessly, I nudged him away from the stove and took over cooking breakfast myself. Charlie said nothing, but the way his hand lingered on mine for a few moments conveyed his appreciation better than his words could have.

“I don’t know if she’s going to get over it. . . . I’m not sure if it’s in her nature to heal from something like this. She’s always been such a constant little thing. She doesn’t get past things, changer her mind,” he said.

“She’s one of a kind,” Alice agreed. I threw a glare at her over my shoulder, even though I wasn’t quite sure why her comment bothered me so much.

“And Alice,” Charlie hesitated, then said, “Now, you know how fond I am of you, and I can tell that she’s happy to see you, but . . . I’m a little worried about what your visit will do to her.”

“So am I, Charlie, so am I,” she sighed. “I wouldn’t have come if I’d had any idea. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, honey. Who knows? maybe it will be good for her.”

“I hope you’re right.”

I shook my head, choosing to remain silent. Of course Alice’s visit wouldn’t be good for Bella. Alice would eventually leave and shatter the few delicate parts of Bella that had somehow managed to heal.

“Alice, I have to ask you something.”

I glanced at Charlie as I began to plate his breakfast. Alice said, “Go ahead.”

“He’s not coming back to visit, too, is he?”

Charlie sounded about as furious as I felt. I knew our rage had to be on nearly the same level. I didn’t think either of us would hesitate to rip Edward a new one if he dared to show his face around here again.

“He doesn’t even know I’m here. The last time I spoke with him, he was in South America.”

I scoffed openly this time and Charlie snorted. I placed his plate in front of him as he commented bitterly, “That’s something, at least. Well I hope he’s enjoying himself.”

Alice tensed and replied steelily, “I wouldn’t make assumptions.”

I had been reading a book upstairs when I heard the shouting. I quickly set my book aside and rushed downstairs. I followed the noise to the living room, where I found Bella, Alice, and Jacob Black. My wide eyes glanced between them, watching as Jacob shouted profanities at Alice, who was ignoring him, a strange look of horror and determination etched onto her face. Bella looked horrified, even more so than when she had the nightmares that made her wake up screaming.

“What’s going on?” I asked worriedly.

“Alice?” Bella said weakly. “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” Alice exclaimed. “What is he thinking?”

She pulled a cellphone from her handbag. My jaw dropped as I watched her dial a number so quickly that her fingers blurred together. How in the hell was it even possible for her to move that fast?

“Rose, I need to talk to Carlisle now. . . . Fine, as soon as he’s back. No, I’ll be on a plane. Look, have you heard anything from Edward?”

As Rosalie Cullen answered Alice’s question, the tiny girl’s face grew more and more appalled by the second. The phone shook in her hand. I looked at Bella, hoping that she would notice my confusion and explain what was happening, but her eyes were locked onto Alice.

“Why? Why would you do that, Rosalie?” A silent moment passed, then Alice spoke again, “Well, you’re wrong on both counts, though, Rosalie, so that would be a problem, don’t you think? Yes, that’s right. She’s absolutely fine . . . I was wrong. . . . It’s a long story. . . . But you’re wrong about that part, too, that’s why I’m calling. . . . Yes, that’s exactly what I saw. . . . It’s a bit late for that, Rose. Save your remorse for someone who believes it.”

She snapped the phone shut and turned back towards Bella.

Bella said, “Alice, Alice, Carlisle is back, though. He called just before–”

“How long ago?”

“Half a minute before you showed up.”

“What did he say?”

“I didn’t talk to him.”

Alice and Bella turned expectantly towards Jacob, and I mirrored them. He flinched, but he didn’t move away from Bella’s side. My mind was whirling, trying to understand what was happening — or what had happened. Nothing about this made sense.

“He asked for Charlie, and I told him Charlie wasn’t here,” Jacob muttered.

“Is that everything?” Alice demanded coldly.

“Then he hung up on me.”

Bella said in a soft voice, “You told him Charlie was at the funeral.”

Alice’s head snapped towards my sister. “What were his exact words?”

“He said, ‘He’s not here,’ and when Carlisle asked where Charlie was, Jacob said, ‘At the funeral.’”

Alice moaned in pain and fell to her knees. I took a step back in shock, glancing between her and Bella and Jacob in confusion.

“Tell me, Alice,” Bella whispered.

“That wasn’t Carlisle on the phone.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Jacob snarled. Alice ignored him, her unblinking gaze locked on Bella’s face as she explained, “It was Edward. He thinks you’re dead.”

Bella sighed as she relaxed. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why would Edward think that Bella was dead? Why was Alice so clearly distraught? Why was Bella suddenly so calm about this?

“Rosalie told him I killed myself, didn’t she?”

“Yes. In her defense, she did believe it. They rely on my sight far too much for something that works so imperfectly. But for her to track him down to tell him this! Didn’t she realize — or care?”

“And when Edward called here, he thought Jacob meant my funeral.”

“You’re not upset,” Alice whispered.

“Well, it’s rotten timing, but it will all get straightened out,” Bella replied. “The next time he calls, someone will tell him what really. . . .”

She trailed off, her brown eyes widening slightly as she took in the genuine horror on Alice’s face.

“Bella, Edward won’t call again,” Alice said slowly. “He believed her.”

“I don’t understand,” Bella said, her voice so quiet that I could only barely make out the words.

“He’s going to Italy.”

For a single moment, everything seemed to be frozen. No one moved or spoke. Then, Bella shrieked, “NO! No! No, no, no! He can’t! He can’t do that!”

“He made up his mind as soon as your friend confirmed that it was too late to save you.”

“But he — he left! He didn’t want me anymore! What difference does it make now? He knew I would die sometime!”

Alice said quietly, “I don’t think he ever planned to outlive you by long.”

“How dare he!” Bella screamed, jumping to her feet. Jacob stood up beside her, attempting to put himself between her and Alice. “Oh, get out of the way, Jacob!” She elbowed her way around him and begged Alice, “What do we do? Can’t we call him? Can Carlisle?”

She shook her head. “That was the first thing I tried. He left his phone in a trash can in Rio — someone answered it.”

“You said before we had to hurry. Hurry how? Let’s do it, whatever it is!”

“Bella, I-I don’t think I can ask you to. . . .”

“Ask me!”

Alice put her hands on Bella’s shoulders, her voice deadly serious as she spoke. “We may already be too late. I saw him going to the Volturi — and asking to die. It all depends on what they choose. I can’t see that until they make a decision. But if they say no, and they might — Aro is fond of Carlisle, and wouldn’t want to offend him — Edward has a backup plan. They’re very protective of their city. If Edward does something to upset the peace, he thinks they’ll act to stop him. And he’s right. They will.”

Bella just stared at Alice for a moment. Her jaw was clenched, her expression seemingly frustrated.

“So, if they agree to grant his favor, we’re too late. If they say no, and he comes up with a plan to offend them quickly enough, we’re too late. If he gives into his more theatrical tendencies — we might have time. . . . Let’s go!”

“Listen, Bella!” Alice exclaimed. “Whether we are on time or not, we will be in the heart of the Volturi city. I will be considered his accomplice if he is successful. You will be a human who not only knows too much, but also smells too good. There’s a very good chance that they will eliminate us all — though in your case, it won’t be punishment so much as dinnertime.”

“This is what’s keeping us here?” Bella asked. “I’ll go alone if you’re afraid.”

“I’m only afraid of getting you killed.”

“I almost get myself killed on a daily basis! Tell me what I need to do!”

“You write a note to Charlie. I’ll call the airlines.”

“STOP!” I yelled. All three of them turned towards me, their eyes wide as if they had forgotten that I was even in the room with them. “What the fuck is going on? What are you talking about? Bella, you can’t just go to Italy!”

“There’s no time–”

I cut Alice off, “I’m not letting you take my sister all the way to Italy, where you said that she is probably going to die unless you tell me what is really going on!”

“The Cullens are vampires,” Bella said. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth to speak, but Bella rambled on before I could say a single word. “I’ve known about them and what they are since Edward and I got close last year. . . . The Volturi are like their government, or royalty, or something in between, I’m not really sure. They have laws that all vampires are supposed to follow, like not letting humans know that vampires exist. . . . Edward thinks I’m dead because Alice saw me jump off the cliff — oh, yeah, some vampires have special powers, so that’s how Alice can see the future. Edward is going to ask the Volturi to kill him. . . . I need to go. I need to save him, Eve.”

“Bella–”

“Eve, I can’t lose him!” she insisted, tears in her eyes. Her lip trembled and her voice broke as she begged, “Please, please, just this once put yourself in my shoes and help me.”

I flinched at her words and my heart stung sharply in my chest. These past few months, my whole life had revolved around helping my sister. But, like always, I pushed aside my own feelings and swallowed my thoughts in order to help my family.

“Fine,” I sighed. “But, I’m going with you. I’m not letting you do this by yourself.”

“No,” Alice insisted, shaking her head. “It’s too risky.”

I glared at her. “Either I’m coming with you, or I’ll call Charlie home from work right now.”

“Please, Alice,” Bella mumbled, taking my hand in hers. “Just let her come with. We need to go.”

Alice stared at me for a long moment, a blank expression on her face, before she sighed.

“Hurry.”

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upn-the-sky · 7 months

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Give me God of War!! (Ares OOAK, Part 1)

okay, you know, how craft works.

One day you've just become attached to GOW with ropes and tears. Another day you've decided in your head that you can't breath without any figure from this game.

You probably buy Kratos action figure (as I did) and probably feel yourself satisfied because your money are safe now (as I thought too! I can't have armored Kratos on his olympic throne, cause I don't have a third kidney, sadly, so I was very pleased with a little god Kratos figure (Neca). After fixing up paint on his face, I look at him and think ohw, you are gorgeous :зззззз).

So, you are moving forward, replay or rewatch god of war games, especially the first games... you are fine.

UNTIL you decide that you are an adept, who stans GOW Ares. You fire up this dump and can't live your life without Ares doll. Idol. I-doll.

If you are me, then you can understand. As Ares said, flesh burns, bones breaks, but putting man into making a custom doll is what truly destroys him. So I hugged my family to increase my level of rage and started. Now you can go under the cut

Actually, I wouldn't do it, but there is no GOW Ares figures in this cruel world at all. Sadly! He is beautiful red-haired war baby, isn't he?

And I like his original design more than the one we have in Ascension. (Althought I like his non-armored outfit (red chiton) from Ascension concept arts, which wasn't used). Anyway, if we want to have our own god of war, we have one way to figure it out.

Personally I've seen only one Ares OOAK in the internet. It was at Neca Kratos base and it was kinda fine. There was completely re-sculpted head, but the body was without any changes. Kratos in his slut era (thank you tumblr, you are the best) was really scraggy, so Ares with his thin waist looked funny 😅.

Well, anyway, Ares wasn't a thin reed and loved to hunch over, so we need to be canon.

I would say, I am not an OOAKer at all, I've just customized my own ball-joined dolls a couple of times, and I say it straightly, making Ares bjd would be nice, but it probably turns out to an endless torture for me and my finances. So for the base I decided to chose 1/6 scale action figure. I needed to harvest a head and a body. It is going to be a re-sculpted hybrid anyway, so we can ignore color difference and stuff. Yes, I devoted my heart and aliexpress account to Ares 🥲

Whoever recognized the head donor actor, well done x) A bit of alcohol and nail cutter for the eyes (it's varnish was undestructible, holy shit..) will manually wipe out his personality forever, bye

Beautiful face. But totally needs to be reworked. Ares has unique face features like a round forehead, wide mouth, full upper lip and a bit potato, but still hellenic nose (isn't it precious? 💕). Honestly I think Santa Monica made him really pleasing and beautiful man in his mature ages. He is not old, but you feel that he is not young too already.

So I took out my Ares iconostasis, which allows me to absorb his beauty from all angles, and started a portrait sculpting.

It was a little hell, but after letting all changes dry, I sanded it and tinted head using airbrush so it will be able to match a body color. Quick matching test:

Nice?

As you can see, both body and head has a good tan skintone. And I know, Ares in GOW1 is as pale as Kratos.

Why am I not tinted him in ashy grey color? 1) It is night in a game, colors are faded because of it, 2) I tried and it looked messy, really... 3) I headcanon that both Ares and Kratos have the same reason for that: Ares is covered in ashes too. But Ares is not cursed, he is like.. always in contact with fire.

So I think that under this grey dust Ares has classic olive skin, same as Kratos. That's why I leave my Ares as if he was washed in a bath and get tidy like he is going to visit Aphrodite's chamber 💫. Anyway if I want to, I just can use photo filters to change it.

Okay, things become serious now.

We've finally reached to the face up.. And my working table lies in ruins and not usable anymore because of the fucking mess after previous steps.

God dammit on me and every single hair I drew in his eyebrows, but I have to say, it was really exciting to paint him. Finally give him his own gaze, brighten up his lips and cheeks. I didn't want to make him an angry bitch. Because he is not this person for me, neither in myths, nor in the game. He is a god, who lived through a lot of mortal lives and has seen a different kinds of.. chaos you know. OG Kratos is an infant compared to him I mean if you think of amount of past experience Ares has. Imho, he wasn't even truly angry at Kratos in GOW1. So I painted his expression how I feel and interpret his main emotional tone. Ares can be purely wrathful, but wrath is not cynical. That's what i think of him.

Okay, when the god became able to truly look after me, I couldn't hesistate and started to made the most iconic feature of him. His flaming hair and beard.

And I'll say it if you don't. I absolutely ❤ adore ❤ his red tousled mane ❤ .

(Just imagine Aphrodite tugging it or brushing, or just bury her face in his hair, because she knows that he will never burn her with his flames. I want to draw this now...)

I wanted his hair to be soft, easily combed and glowing without any electric lights. Gladly I've worked with a doll hair for a long time already.

Earlier I didn't cut off all of plastic hair from the head, only changed hairline by moving it a bit upper from his forehead. It was a part of the plan from the beginning. For the dolls I usually use very thin wool, and plastic mold will provide needed volume for his front combed strands. Screenshots before the eyes, two days of straggling (I wanted all hair to be removable without damaging varnish on his face) and we finally done.

And honestly I don't even want to shorten his hair. He is a perfection.

(Sorry for the empty juice bottle, I will set him on a body later)

Thank you for watching.

Skeletor will return soon with Part 2, where we will create his iconic armor. Well, I hope it will be soon. As soon as I have donors for a dog heads 🥲 He really loved Cerberus.

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galexystern · 10 months

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butterfly wings

chapter four - spring 1985

pairing; steve harrington/reader, eddie munson/reader

rating; T

warnings; fluff, angst, au - canon divergence, made steve a bit more of a player

word count; 2.5k

desc; eddie gets a win and steve gets an intimate moment.

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You barely see Steve for the rest of the semester. He seems to go off the grid a bit, coming in and out of his apartment at odd hours, the sound of his door opening and closing your only clue that he does, in fact, sleep at some point. You're disappointed to not be able to see his pretty face, but Eddie fills the empty space with his, along with his dramatic antics and over-the-top personality. Math class has never been more entertaining.

He continues courting you to be his successor, which is fun to experience but isn't working super well on you. You aren't a huge fan of fantasy and the idea of making a fool out of yourself in front of a bunch of high school boys isn't very appealing. It's different when you're onstage—the bright lights hide your audience's faces.

It's also simultaneously flattering and overwhelming to have all of his attention on you for 45 minutes, 5 days out of the week.

November and December race through without you noticing. The holidays are nice and calm, except for the exciting event of Mark's proposal. He enlists your help in keeping Nina out of the apartment, and getting her nails done, while he gets everything ready. When you return home, the apartment is lit with tons of candles and there are rose petals all over the floor and Mark is already on one knee in the middle of the living room. Nina is completely surprised--she's easy to fool, she never sees anything coming—and says yes before he can even get the question out. She practically tackles him to the ground, planting kisses all over his face as he laughs and holds her close. They only separate when you pop the champagne that was in the fridge, yelling for them to save it for the bedroom and come celebrate with you.

In an effort to avoid being the third wheel to a newly engaged couple stuck inside due to winter, you spend most of your time with Vickie, Jesse, and Hailey. Steve reappears back on the scene, but you don't have much opportunity to see him until school starts back up again.

And then, within a month, you figure out you don't really want to anymore. Because unfortunately, he reverts back King Steve mentality—despite not being king of the school anymore. How does that work? Well, it works like a new girl showing up everyday.

Okay, you don't see it every day. But for enough. You see them jump into Steve's Beemer after school, entering his apartment, leaving it. They're all real pretty. And they always have a knowing smile on their face. As does Steve.

You try not to pay it any mind, focusing on school, drama club, and now the school newspaper—Hailey has recruited you as the arts columnist. That does not include going to any sports games. It does, however, include dropping in on Hellfire club. The first time you show up, you're nervous as hell.

There's loud yelling coming from the same room the drama club meets in. You step in quietly and peer around old set pieces to see a group of guys huddled around a folding table covered in tiny figures and stacks of paper. Eddie is at the head of the table, almost shielded by propped-up folders, hands steepled as he occupies the throne you'd used the previous year doing Hamlet. They're all completely focused on the game.

You listen to them play for a while, understanding every other word and coming up with descriptions for your column. At some point, you become captivated. When there's a build-up to a dice roll, everyone holds their breath as they're thrown and you instinctively lean forward to see the result.

Unfortunately, that also means you lean on an unstable pile of props and knock it to the floor in a loud crash.

All the guys jump, including Eddie, who looks angry at being interrupted. "Who the hell is there?" He shouts, sounding pissed.

You fold in on yourself as you step out of the shadows and into view. Most of the club members look confused, but Eddie's face actually brightens, anger immediately gone and replaced with a dazzling smile. "Angel!" He says, sounding surprised yet happy. "Has my courting finally worked?"

You smile a little. "Not really," you answer. "I'm here for the arts column. Your club is being highlighted this week."

You expect disappointment from Eddie, but he just nods in excitement. "Well, welcome! Please come join us. We'd love to be highlighted."

"We would?" Someone whispers to their neighbor as you round the table.

Eddie has sprung up from the throne and is pulling up a chair next to him. "Take a seat, princess, and watch the magic unfold."

You take the seat gratefully, feeling a little awkward. But Eddie pulls the players back into the game, and you become engrossed again. You're startled when an alarm rings, pointing out it's been an hour. The guys all start packing up but Eddie turns to you. "So? What'd you think?"

"It's fun," you say with a smile. "Very entertaining."

Eddie narrows his eyes. "Anything else?"

You glance away but continue, "And...I like the look of it."

"Ha!" He exclaims in triumph. "I knew I could lure you in!"

In more ways than one, you think.

"So you'll do it? You'll be my successor?" His eyes are filled with so much hope your stomach goes lopsided.

"Yes," you start and Eddie whoops. "But! I don't have time to hang out this semester. It'll have to wait until summer."

Eddie waves a hand. "Pfft. No problem. Plenty of time to learn the ropes." He gathers his things together and you stand, waiting for him so you can leave the building together. "How are you getting home, angel?"

"I have my bike." Nina's car had broken down that morning and she'd had to take yours. Mark had gotten a tow truck there and he's picking it up tonight, but you're stuck on your bike until then.

"In the dark? In the cold? That's no good." Eddie shakes his head to emphasize his point. "Lemme give you and that bike a ride. What do you say?"

"Okay," you say, hopefully not too quickly.

Eddie just gives you a grin and leads you out to the parking lot. You grab your bike and wheel it to his van; he takes it and lays it gently in the back. You both get in and set off. It's a pleasant ride, silences comfortable and conversation easy. It's almost disappointing when he turns into your building's lot and idles in front of the doors. He jumps out and has your bike ready for you by the time you're out.

"Thanks." Your voice is quiet, gentle.

Eddie winks. "Anytime, princess." With that, he gets in and drives away.

And reveals Steve walking across the parking lot towards you, alone.

"Beautiful!" He calls out with a smile. "Was that Eddie Munson dropping you off?"

You nod. "I was observing Hellfire for the newspaper."

"Gotcha." He arrives in front of you. "Here, let me." He shifts his gym bag around to hoist your bike on his shoulder. You open the door for him and let him lead you to the bike room, where he sets it down and you lock it up.

You turn to look at him, flushed. "Thank you."

"Anytime, beautiful." His smile is shining. "Shall we?" He holds out his elbow and you take it with a giggle. He walks you to the elevator and up to your floor, stopping at your door. "You doing anything tonight?"

"Just some homework." You shrug. "Nothing exciting."

He gives you a look you can't read. "You wanna come to mine? Hang out for a bit?"

A few months ago, you would've jumped at the opportunity, said yes immediately. But it's not a few months ago. And Steve's changed.

So you shake your head. "No, thanks. I'm not really that kind of girl."

Steve looks confused but nods anyway. "Alright, beautiful. Have a good night."

"You too." You open your door and give him a small wave before disappearing inside.

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Life goes on as normal. The semester continues. Knowing his courting has worked, Eddie talks about all of the things he's going to teach you over the summer. You also complain that the bookstore has not put in A/C's yet, so it's sure to be blazing. Unexpectedly, Eddie offers you a job with him at the record shop in the new mall opening in May. You accept—anything is better than sweating all day, and you do love music—and his responding smile makes your stomach flip.

Jesse gets into a prestigious drama camp program for the summer and Hailey promises her aunt and uncle she'd spend the summer with them in Philadelphia. Vickie gets grumpy about it. "I will be visiting you at work every day, or I'll die of boredom," she warns and you laugh.

"I'll be lucky to see you so often," you reply, only half-teasingly.

She gives you a small pinch for your sass.

Nina and Mark are deep into wedding mode, planning wildly. You help out here and there, but they both get a little too crazy for your tastes, so you mostly tune it out. You're in for the dresses, flowers, and band choice, and that's it.

You're leaving the apartment one day, fleeing their argument over invitation fonts, when you walk directly into Steve.

"Sorry!" You gasp but he just laughs.

"We gotta stop running into each other like this," he teases with a smile. You roll your eyes but smile back. "This is for you."

He holds out a piece of paper, which you take to examine. It's a basic invitation to a "End-of-School/Graduation party" he's hosting the next weekend.

"You're sure this is for me?" You ask lightly, only half-joking.

"Of course!" He looks affronted. "I want you to be there, beautiful."

You squint at him but his firm expression doesn't waver. Shrugging, you fold the paper and put it in your pocket. "Then I guess I'll see you there."

"Excellent," he replies happily. You both wave at each other as you part ways.

;

Which is how you find yourself at Steve's party, by yourself, drunk off your ass.

Eddie has already passed through, gifting you a joint that's in your pocket for safe-keeping. Jesse and Hailey have already left town and Vickie's stuck at home, babysitting. You know enough people that you can mingle, but your fallback to awkward moments is to drink, and there are a lot of moments. Eventually, you go searching for the host of the party.

"Steve Harrington."

You sweep into the small kitchen and gracelessly lean against the counter, crossing your arms clumsily. Steve looks at you, amused and obviously so very sober, his hands drying a glass. Once he's done, he places it in a cabinet and closes the door. He dries his hands and then drops the towel on the opposite counter to you. He leans against it, mirroring your pose.

"Beautiful. Having fun?"

"You know me. I'm always having fun," you reply, and attempt to hoist yourself on top of the counter. It doesn't really work and you slide back down, but then Steve is there, and he helps you right yourself.

He places his hands on your waist. "Try again," he says softly, and so you do. This time, he lifts you, and you find yourself looking down at him from your perch on the kitchen counter. "There you go." His voice is soft and he doesn't move away. His hands move from your waist to the countertop on either side of your body.

You clear your throat and glance away. "Congratulations on finally graduating."

"Finally?" He laughs. "I did it in the normal amount of time."

"Whatever," you reply with a wave of your hand. "So what did you--ah, shit."

Steve grows concerned. "What?"

You grimace and frown. "I forgot to get you a gift."

"That's alright, beautiful," Steve reassures with a fond smile. "I don't need--"

"Wait!" You interrupt him. "Here." You dig into your pocket and triumphantly hold up the joint. It's a little crumpled but still intact.

"So generous," he teases.

You scoff in fake-outrage. "Beggars can't be choosers!"

"I'm not begging, though."

"Semantics."

Steve chuckles. "Well, thank you anyway."

"Here." You motion him to lean forward. He does so, and you gently place the joint behind his ear, running your fingers through his hair when you're done. He looks at you with those big brown eyes and you feel like you're drowning in them. You go speechless from the close proximity.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks.

You hum, still without voice.

"What did you mean when you said 'I'm not that kind of girl'?"

Damn, you barely remember saying that. You'd done it without thinking. You stall, hoping to avoid answering. But Steve just waits patiently, so you sigh in defeat. You mean to say something nicer, but with your level of inebriation, what comes out is, "I don't sleep around with players."

"Why not?" A simple, stupid question. A million retorts come to your tongue but you hold them back. You want him to know the truth.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

You lean closer to whisper. "I'm a virgin waiting for love. Ridiculous, huh?"

Steve doesn't reply, but does something infinitely more intimate.

He kisses you.

It catches you by surprise and his lips are nice and soft and it's just the right pressure to make you feel something. You move closer without trying, deepening the kiss, and Steve's hands slide from the counter to your thighs, to your waist. Your hands move of their own accord and glide up his arms to tangle in his hair. When you do that, something in Steve switches, and his hold on you tightens. His hands clutch your waist firmly and he steps forward so your chests are touching. His mouth opens and you feel his tongue touching your lips, begging entrance, and you're about to give it...

But it's not right. It's not how it's supposed to go.

So you don't. Instead, you push him away, turning your head to the side. Steve steps back quickly, releasing his hold on you.

He steps back in just as fast. "Don't go."

"I have to," you choke out.

"I could love you," he replies, and you freeze. But the words are wrong, they sound wrong coming from his mouth.

"I know," you say softly, sadly. "But you're a player, Steve."

He looks at you and you think maybe he'll disagree with you, mention his relationship with Nancy, say it's a phase that you can end. Say you're different.

"They're not mutually exclusive."

Your heart fractures.

"They are to me."

With that, you push him away one last time and jump from the counter. You're a little shaky on your feet, and you feel Steve's hands on you again to keep you from falling, but you gain your composure quickly and walk from the room.

chapter five

#steddie x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #mine

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scotianostra · 10 months

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Happy Birthday Scottish actor Richard Madden born June 18th 1986 in Elderslie.

Richard was raised by his mother, Pat, a classroom assistant and his father, Richard, who worked for the fire service. He also has two sisters, Cara and Lauren.

His parents were “hippies”, he says, and their house was pretty open, with friends always piling in for big vegetarian meals. Madden spent a lot of time outside, in the woods behind their house. He has several injuries: he shows me where he shot his dad’s old air pistol and blew off part of his finger, then managed to wreck the same finger when he nailed a wooden plank to his skateboard, then crashed it, so apart from the Hippie parents it was much like most of our own days as bairns.

Despite growing up wanting to be an actor, Richard was very shy during his childhood. To overcome this, at age 11, he joined Paisley Arts Centre’s youth theatre program. In 1999 he was given the lead role as Sebastian Simpkins in BBC1’s children’s TV comedy series Barmy Aunt Boomerang, that’s him aged 12 in the first pic with co-star Toyah Wilcox.. By 2000, he’d made his feature film debut in the Iain Banks adaptation, Complicity.

After high school he was accepted to the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama in Glasgow, Scotland and in 2007, he graduated.

Less than two years later, Richard had a recurring role as Dean McKenzie on the 2009 BBC series Hope Springs. Soon after, he landed the role of Ripley in the 2010 movie Chatroom, a film about a group of teenagers who encourage each other’s bad behaviours after meeting online. In the same year, Richard played punk band Theatre of Hate singer Kirk Brandon in Worried About the Boy, a TV film about the life of British singer-songwriter Boy George.

In 2011 Richard landed his breakthrough role as Robb Stark in the HBO fantasy-drama series Game of Thrones. Also in 2011, he played gay paramedic Ashley Greenwick on the short-lived British comedy-drama Sirens. During hiatus from filming Game of Thrones in 2013, Richard was cast to star as Prince Charming in the 2015 Disney film Cinderella.

Richard won his first Screen Actors Guild award in 2014 for the Discovery Channel mini-series, Klondike. He played Bill Haskell, one of two adventurers who travel to Yukon, Canada during the Klondike Gold Rush in the 1890s. He further enhanced his reputation as a good actor when he appeared in the BBC drama Bodyguard in 2018, the following year he played Lieutenant Joseph Blake in the film 2017 and was Elton John’s manager/lover in the biop of the star Rocketman.

In January 2019 Madden won a prestigious Golden Globe for his role as war veteran David Budd in the BBC show Bodyguard. He also appeared in the 2019 war movie 1917.

We last saw Richard in the movie, Eternals, which was okay, but nothing great, he is one of several actors being touted as the next James Bond,

James is currently in the Amazon Prime series Citadel, I've watched the first three episodes and am not really impressed with it,I think he does pull of the American accent well, but I noticed there have been people saying he doesn't pull it off, Madden revealed he spoke in the accent for two years straight to prepare for the series. The show has been earmarked for a second series. Richard is set to appear in the feature film Killer Heat next.

In July 2019, Madden received an honorary doctorate from his alma mater, the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland. When asked about his personal life during a New York Times interview following speculation about his relationships and sexuality, Madden stated: “I just keep my personal life personal.”

Madden was recently named one of ‘Scotland’s Sexiest Men' following a new study that identifies the most attractive features for men, he has competition though, also in the running are Bathgate’s David Tennant and Glasgow’s James McAvoy,

#scotland #scottish #actor #television #cinema #happy birhtday

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theartprofessor · 21 days

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Job Occupation: Art Professor

Birth Place: German

Birthday: ???

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 6'2

Age: ???

Species: Vampire

Personality: Little Strict, Kind, Loyal, Mysterious, Compassionate, Honest, Hard-working, Creative, Smart, Dedicated, Mature, Elegant, Protective, Possessive, Dominant & Sadistic

Favorite Flowers: Black Orchid, Bat Flower, Red Bleeding Heart, Ghost Orchid, Red Roses and Jade Vine

Favorite Animals: Cats(Big & Small), Wolves, Bearded Dragons, Bats(Any), Dwarf Mongoose, Tasmanian Devil, Mediterranean Monk Seal, Philippine Eagle, Pangolin, Cuban Rock Iguana, Tiger Shark, Sea Otter, Bottlenose Dolphin, Orca, Horses, Spider Monkey, Wolverine, Komodo Dragon & Snake(Any)

Favorite Food: Sweet Noodle Kugel and Human Blood

Favorite Fashion Aesthetic: Classic Core, Dark Academia, Cyberpunk, Ancient Egypt, 30s, 50s,70s, 80s, Kingcore, Victorian, Formal, Luxury, Masculine, Rocker & Street

Favorite Movies: Grease, The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, The Phantom Of The Opera, Charlie's Angels, Maleficent, Midsommar, The Shining, Halloween, All The Scream Movies and Interview With The Vampire

Favorite TV Shows: Game Of Thrones, Horseland, Castlevania, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Once Upon A Time, Sleepy Hollow, Pretty Little Liars, Charmed(the old one) and The Witcher

Her Cats' Names: Reaper(Black Maine Coon), Flora(Abyssinian), Buttercup(Oriental Shorthair), Mocha(Ragdoll), Rocoso(Norwegian Forest Cat), Jasper(Siamese), Diamond(Egyptian Mau), Roxy(Javanese) & Sugar(Australian Mist)

Her Dogs Names: Shadow (Alexander Archipelago Wolf), Silver(Blue Nosed Pitbull Puppy), Coco(Doberman Puppy) & Luna(Dachshund)

Other Animals Names: Oreo(Bunny) & Winter(Bearded Dragon)

What she looks like:

Her Fashion Aesthetic:

Hairstyles she wears the most:

Her Glasses:

Her Nails:

#river's ocs #Victoria Alaric #The Art Professor

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philosophika · 3 months

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Hi there friend, sorry it’s been a while, life has been busy. A question about AUs, since this is something I’m currently exploring:

If you were to create an Alternate Universe of your setting, what kind of setting would it be? What changes would you make for you characters to fit?

Hi Aqua (@aquadestinyswriting), thank you for this thought-provoking ask! And no worries <3 Life is life, and it gets us all! I'm always psyched to see you on my blog. To the moots, if you aren't familiar with the fantastic Aqua yet and/or you love the Titan Fighting Fantasy universe, go check out her Writeblr Masterpost for a complete overview of all her projects!

This is the question of the moment for The Sorcerer's Apprentice as I'm currently redesigning the universe. You couldn't have hit the nail more squarely on the head!! Previously, the story had been set in (1) a heavily UK-inspired high-fantasy macrocosm (á la Game of Thrones) and (2) a modern-day psychological horror version of a NYC Fifth Avenue apartment (á la Rosemary's Baby). In these previous universes, Valeriano and Altaluna were, respectively, a King and his heir, and an elderly socialite and his heir. However, since both these settings and their associated character roles eventually chafed against what I was looking to achieve with the story (aka. an exploration of the link between capitalism, colonialism, racism, and environmental disaster), I decided that this time I'd abandon all familiar formulas and rebuild the world from the ground up to highlight the broader social tensions that underlie Valeriano and Altaluna's relationship and, on a meta-narrative level, ensure that the aesthetics of the novel do not in any way reinforce or glorify the issues I'm attempting to criticize.

One of the biggest changes I've made in service of this goal is that I've taken the story completely out of the northern hemisphere. The geography, fauna & flora, religion and culture of the newly minted universe are all based on Colombia and Latin America more generally. In this way, I'm hoping that the novel itself will push back against the idea that our culture and environment are appealing, but only as the setting of a romantic weekend getaway or as the backdrop to a drug and/or human trafficking drama. I want to show that fantasy is possible here, too. That we can dream in our own terms. Furthermore, I want to undermine this general feeling that we (Colombians & Latin Americans more generally) have nothing to be proud of when compared to the US or countries in Europe. By highlighting and praising our architecture, food, natural diversity, and customs my aim is to chip away at that self-deprecating streak and all its associated myths (that we're poor because we're stupid, and lazy because we get too much sun) as much as I can. I would be really happy if my novel could help people see themselves and the world they live in, in a new more positive light...

Of course, this change in the setting/universe means changes for Valeriano and Altaluna as well. It would be tone-deaf to keep Valeriano as a King in a novel that is inspired by a region so heavily marked by the fight for independence from a monarchical society. For this reason, I'm leaning toward keeping the 'socialite' role he played in the Rosemary's Baby edition of The Sorcerer's Apprentice, with a few modifications. I'm actually thinking of using him to show how art can work to perpetuate colonial power (but more on that later! I still need to hash out some details). Similarly, Altaluna will be conserving her 'heir' role from the Rosemary's Baby edition, but with some of the more large-scale social movement/impact she had in the Game of Thrones rendition. If I can successfully adapt both Altaluna and Valeriano to this new universe, then their conflict should expand beyond a family drama into a commentary on the horrors colonialism enacts both on the oppressor and the oppressed (thank you, Discourse on Colonialism by Aime Cesaire for opening my eyes). If I'm really lucky, then maybe I'll be able to test possible solutions, like Babel by R.F. Kuang does (the solution there is violence, which is very Fanon adjacent).

Anyway, who knows. We'll see how it goes!

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denimbex1986 · 4 months

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'...53. Six Feet Under

HBO 2001-05

The difficulty in looking at the legacy of “Six Feet Under”? Five seasons of exceptional television are inevitably overshadowed by 10 minutes of perfect television. Creator Alan Ball’s series follows the lives of the funeral home-operating Fisher family and those in their orbit, while exploring both the profound and the mundane in death. The final moments of “Six Feet Under,” a succession of emotional jolts underscored by a soulful Sia ballad, felt in the moment surprisingly daring. But, looking at a series that for its entire run had been keenly observed but startlingly openhearted, one might say that the show died the way it lived.

50. My So-Called Life

ABC 1994-95

It’s rare for art made by adults to perfectly nail the angst, anguish and hope of being a teen. While series like “Beverly Hills, 90210” were giving high schoolers a glossy, sexy view of adolescent life, Winnie Holzman’s “My So-Called Life,” which starred Claire Danes as 15-year-old Angela Chase in lovelorn pursuit of her crush, Jordan Catalano (Jared Leto), offered something more grounded and tangible. The show’s sole season is distinctly of its time, but “My So-Called Life” has something for teens (and former teens) today too. It’s a series about thrilling and heart-wrenching experiences — first love, coming to understand your parents and trying to understand your own frenzied emotions.

32. Lost

ABC 2004-10

What’s in the hatch? Who are the Others? Where did that polar bear come from? Yes, “Lost” hooked tens of millions with tantalizing mystery box questions like these. And yes, many of the answers showrunners Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse ultimately provide don’t quite live up to that fervor. But what made the show was its vibrantly rendered characters, dozens upon dozens of them — Hurley (Jorge Garcia) and Sayid (Naveen Andrews), Juliet (Elizabeth Mitchell) and Sawyer (Josh Holloway), Sun (Yunjin Kim) and Jin (Daniel Dae Kim), Locke (Terry O’Quinn) and Ben (Michael Emerson) — all striving to make sense of their upside-down circumstances within an expansive, rip-roaring, fabulously weird adventure. It was a flawed show, sometimes deeply so, but between its characters and, yes, those damned questions, “Lost” engaged its audience like no other, precipitating the online ecosystem of fevered fan theorizing that dominates how so many of us experience our favorite shows today.

21. Game of Thrones

HBO 2011-19

There was no bigger television show in the 2010s than HBO’s adaptation of George R.R. Martin’s epic fantasy novels. Created by David Benioff and D.B. Weiss, the fantasy epic pulled viewers into the cutthroat world of Westeros, a land rife with myths, legends, warring families and magical dragons. It was an enormous undertaking and a feat: Despite its relatively humdrum ending, “Game of Thrones” redefined television with its depictions of violence, sex and gore, and with its frank assessment of what it takes to rule. The series examined the universal lust for power, and within its spectacle drew complex portraits of the people who would tear the world apart for their chance to sit atop the coveted Iron Throne...'

#My So-Called Life #Jared Leto #Claire Danes #Lost #Game of Thrones #George R. R. Martin #David Beinoff #D.B. Weiss #Evangeline Lilly #Matthew Fox #Josh Holloway #Six Feet Under #Alan Ball #Damon Lindelof

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meeks-just-wants-to-scroll · 2 years

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Haven’t had inspo to draw Hylics in a long time so this random dream was bizarre. I made some doodles to accompany my recap of the dream. It’s a long one and explained poorly so enjoy ( :

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I was playing as Wayne and I had to fight this corrupted reincarnated Gibby. Gibby was tall and looking and had a m black hole on his chest that spread out like a crack. The combat wasn’t rpg-like, instead I had to actually run around and get health packs (that looked like weird abstract clay things. I think one was a hand with painted nails). There was also a mechanic where if you cross a door way, the battle will continue but the art style will be swapped up and you get a new attack. The things that stayed constant between the switches is the key binds for attacking, dashing, moving around, and parrying (like cup head). I never figured out how to parry while in the dream but I know I can because Gibby did a pink attack and I had a pink attack for a moment after key smashing. Pink attacks do more damage I guess. Oh yeah, the perspective was also always 3rd person with a fixed perspective, but it became first person for a very specific attack where Wayne did the finger gun thing which I guess is OP in this game. Wayne also had an attack prior where he just threw horse feed out of a bag and it damaged Gibby when he stepped on it. Eventually, something happened and I see Wayne, another Wayne (maybe decres?) and Dedes huddled in a doorway. I don’t entirely remember what happened but supposedly Dedes said they and Wayne could switch off if he ever gets tired. There’s some rule that only one person can fight at a time? Wayne says sure so the player switches to controlling dedes as he stands besides a bad with the corrupted Gibby passed out on it. Wayne chuckle and says something about how dedus is such a low social class in the royal tiering that his natural job would be to guard Gibby, not fight him. Idk wtf that means. Dedes looks over Wayne’s shoulder and through the doorway Decres is still huddling in to see some other large corrupted character negotiating with some aloof characters reclining in a throne-like chair. I don’t remember what they were saying, but all I could think was how I liked the art and animation of the big character and how he had this mesmerizing pencil look. I also thought about how I wish the artist would post this animation somewhere (the artist is the aloof person?), but I knew they won’t because context machine told me this was all just a role play (this is the small cracks in my dream showing as I wake up more). Dedes looks back when Gibby starts hissing and shuttering on the bed. Wayne grabs Gib and Jack hammer drops him. Dedes is taken aback by this. I also saw somewhere in my dream a emote of dedus except they had a very very tiny frown drawn on. Anyways, I started to wake up here so I have no more.

#meeks rambles #meek’s art #hylics 2 #hylics #wayne hylics #dedusmuln #decre hylics #gibby hylics #dream #dream journal

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gabessquishytum · 1 year

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Apologies for being MIA my work has been eating my free time and energy. But this -

this invoked something in me.

They will also shamelessly send nsfw messages and pictures while Hob is very much at work btw. He should really know better than to look mid class but he can't help himself. He's taught with a boner before and he'll do it again. If he's really gunning for a punishment, he retaliates and sends spicy pics when Dream is supposed to be in an important diplomatic meeting. One time he sends a selfie while riding the Corinthian's dick and Dream actually hauls him into the dreaming and deals with him right there and then <3

Have we talked about edging lately? Because good LORD this has edging vibes all over it.

Dream can technically bend reality and bring little bits of the Dreaming to the waking world - so he sends Hob little dirty post it notes buried in his teaching lectures. He sends him a plug - inside of him - mid-class. He send him “selfies” after Matthew explained the concept. Only they’re flavored like only the Dreaming can provide.

And Hob? Hob has always been a fantastic daydreamer. And he knows the power of his daydreams and how easily they can persuade Dream to appear. How easily every little thought he has is made real to Dream’s body in the Dreaming (or as ghost echos only Dream can feel in the waking). So he uses that power. He locks eyes with him in the pub and imagines Dream’s limbs spread out, hole open for every patron to view. And Dream can feel the cool air on his imagined nude body and slick tongue probing him. He knows he’s standing still and fully clothed but he feels like he’s on exhibition for every dreamer around them.

It becomes a contest of sorts between them. Who can trip the other one up more. Bring them right to the edge in all the ‘inappropriate’ places and times. Who will break first? In a battle of wills (and edging) which one of them can’t take it any longer and has to pull the other man away from his duties to ravish him?

And for ~flavor~ Corinthian definitely get’s caught in the middle of them. He’s used as a proxy for what they want to do to each other. His body on display with Hob’s cock down his throat. Dream bent over the throne with Corinthians nails digging deep enough into his hips to draw small rivets of blood.

It’s a contest and everyone simultaneously loses and wins.

-🫀

Asmsndnsnan I am. Salivating over this ask, I truly am. I honestly don't know if I can add anything that you haven't already said in the most sexy and amazing way, but fuck I'm gonna try!

I think Hob is generally extremely patient, but the 21st century has become the age of instant gratification, and it might be fair to say that society has lost appreciation for the pleasure that can be gained from waiting. Dream takes it upon himself to reintroduce Hob to the lost art of edging.

He will spend days teasing his lover. It starts slow, with a risqué picture sent to Hob’s phone mid lecture. Feathery dream-touches stroking his inner thighs. A dirty love poem inserted into the middle of the article he's supposed to be reviewing. And it only escalates as the hours pass. A light and invisible pressure on Hob’s clothed cock. Dream’s underwear mysteriously tucked into his coat pocket. The ghostly sensation of a hand pulling his hair. A set of anal beads appearing inside his hole just as he's having an important conversation with a colleague.

Hob’s only choice is to retaliate. He knows that Dream isn't going to give up his little game, he's having too much fun reminding Hob that delayed gratification is the most satisfying of all. So Hob does what he does best, and he dreams. He dreams so hard about sucking Dream’s cock, Dream himself actually appears in Hob’s office as though he's been pulled there. Hob only looks at him innocently and invites him for lunch. In the cafeteria Dream is tortured by more daydreams of Hob fucking him on one of the long tables, with everyone watching. Dream can feel the pressure on his prostate even though it isn't there.

And the poor Corinthian is trapped between the two of them. Talk about clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right! He just doesn't get this whole edging business. He's got the refactory period of a god, he can just keep going for as long as he wants. What's the use in waiting? But sure, whatever, if Hob wants to sit on his cock while he's supposed to be making lesson plans, that's up to him. The Corinthian is going to take the opportunity to cum inside him as many times as possible while Hob squirms and forces himself to wait until Dream comes home. It's not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

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