#his life sounded depressing ngl
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Astro observations 《3》
Disclaimer : Not an astrologer, take it with a grain of salt, only for fun.
🫧 Asteroid Orma in 8th house might be the people to leave an impression of being hella reserved in a mysterious way. Like they might tell you a story and you will always feel like there is something more to it.
🪩 Mars in 3rd house people often say something offending without meaning to and regret the very next second. Trust me it's not their fault, they wanted to say something else and ended up saying something totally unexpected. They also feel guilty about it for days and feel sad that they might have come off rude for no reason.
🫧 Neptune conjuct ascendant, they are the real chameleons. They can mold themselves as per the situation demands. Ngl it comes handy sometimes. Like I remember when I was in 6th grade I was caught into a very serious matter but I pretended as if nothing happened and flew away. When the other guys rattled me out to the teacher, she said It's impossible that I was involved and that she doesn't believe them. She didn't hear a single word against me. Lol no, I wasn't her favorite student or something. It's just that I had maintained a certain reputation among different sect of people as per my own convenience. Call it manipulation if you want, if that doesn't explain the planet itself.
🪩 Pluto trine Lilith, it's not always sexuality that comes to the mind when we hear about these folk. Lilith here is aware that pluto is her benefactor. But it takes time for her to feel comfortable in her own domain. She is powerful here and knows what she wants. Definitely won't take anyone's bullshit. Her transformation can be scary and ruthless if someone tries to pin her down.
🫧 Jupiter sextile Pluto have a deep interest in forbidden things. Learning things that often people consider taboo is their thrill. They may or may not share the knowledge but they are always resourceful about topics relatated to dark themes of life. Feel free to discuss anything with them, they won't judge you infact they will help you inhance your own boundaries. You will be surprised how normal they'll sound while talking about things that might trigger other people even if they have gone through the same.
🪩 The one guy I had a Aphrodite-Eros synastry with made me feel like...idk strange. I was on a constant pedestal. I cared a lot about him. His Eros conjucted my Aphrodite and I looked out for him a lot. There was a thick sexual tension but also comfort. He also made me get a taste of jealousy. Which I don't usually feel. I used to constantly compare myself with the girls he used to interact with. We were not dating but I just couldn't help but feel insecure. Not because of him....idk why I was acting like that when I knew I was pretty enough.
🫧 Mars opposite Venus people get sudden mood swings from doing absolutely nothing to doing everything in next one hour. Oh and they'll do it again if it ain't asthetically pleasing to the eye.
🪩 Sun sextile Saturn, trust me they do know how to control themselves and take things with a grain of salt. Their ego is well maintained and not fragile unlike others. Very understanding and real mature people.
🫧 Sun sextile/trine Moon are the most compassionate and intuned with their selves. They know themselves better than anyone else. Also they always know exactly what they are feeling at any given time. Even if they are depressed at some point they won't give up easily.
🪩 Neptune negatively aspecting Saturn, dreaming big is easy, isn't it? But when you start implanting those dreams in real life your dreams remain dreams only. Don't worry though. It's a lesson. Don't give up, try harder. Dream as big as you want but at the end of the day remember to open your eyes and start afresh with new motivation. And please don't listen to those who tell you to quit it down. Your dreams are not weird or impossible or too much. Those people are just jealous because of how big your ambitions are and how far you are willing to go for it. Don't restrict your imagination for someone else. Believe yourself, you can do it!
🫧 Pluto in 10th house solar return chart can indicate a huge change in academic life or anywhere you are working at. For better or worse you better take precautions before hand. I am having it this year with mars in 3rd house and trust me from an above average student my grades are becoming poor. If I were to describe my graph I can see it coming downhill like a water slide which is creating quite an impression on my parents as well as my teachers. Note the sarcasm.
🪩 Saturn in 7th house could indicate having no interest in relationships at first or people being afraid to ask you out but when you grow up, settle well, you find yourself looking for your better half, resulting in either meeting them late or doing an arrange marriage.
🫧 Saturn opposite ascendant are the people who often get told that they look unapproachable on first glance. Kind of the 'out of league' vibe surrounds them. Which is not always true but I have noticed people do think twice before approaching them. These sweeties are also damn soft on the inside but for only those who do dare to talk to them. They rarely take the initiative themselves. But come ask help from them and they will risk their lives for you.
🪩 Mercury aspecting chiron could indicate healing your wounds by diving into the world of books. You might like to read or write journals when you are feeling down. There might be a small diary or pages that you have written when you were at your lowest. Its also possible that you start writing a novel or something to help you voice out your pain through written words.
🫧 Sun conjuct asteroid Medusa. Damn! You could have curly hair or hairs that are a lot wavy, thick and voluminated. Highly blessed in hair department. Many people might have praised you or complimented on your hair from a very young age. This could also indiacte a lot of body hair. From top to bottom you have body hair and trust me its not a bad thing. Its a blessing of being powerful, embrace it. It's just a hunch but some may have complimented you on that too.
🪩 Mars in 3rd house can't watch porn without audio or no communication during the deed. They always want to hear the sounds, no, they NeeD to hear the sounds raw! Only visuals is boring for them just as adding some weird music to the video. No, its not creating the mood, its ruining my experience, pls stop it.
🫧 You don't wanna hear someone moan who has their personal planets conjucting asteroid Sirene. Trust me you will get addicted. Its insane and I am not bluffing. Their voice may or may not be as addictive in general but in bed? Or when they want to take something from you? You will be trapped even before you blink. It's dangerous.
🪩 What's with Taurus Mars and Laziness? So much potential and still they study few hours before exam, complete assignments few minutes before submission and still have the audacity to say they will easily pass. Like bro if that's how you pass then I can't imagine how you will top....
🫧 Moon in 4th house people are highly invested in family matters. Family comes first to them and then the rest. The kind of people to tolerate an unhappy married life for the sake of their kids because they can't see their family being split apart.
🪩 Mars aspecting Pluto. It doesn't matter if it is positively aspected or negatively aspected, there is a lot of pent up frustration and anger issues underneath this placement. If provoked or underdeveloped could result in a very sudden and violent rage from this person. Better to leave them alone in such situations.
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float around and ghost my friends
[title- phoebe bridgers. natasha romanoff x teen!reader, minimal platonic peter x reader]
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You didn’t have a normal childhood, but you mama encourages you to have a normal highschool experience and lets you go to a party. It doesn’t quite go how she wanted, or how you expected.
trigger warnings: underage drinking + drinking to cope, suicidal ideation?, depression, it’s sad ngl but it’s got a hopeful ending (probably)
Living your life after a childhood of pain and misery is hard, it is so, so hard. You wonder if the man across the street is just a stranger or someone there to take you back, if the light flickering meant someone had found you, if the loud noise down the hall was a body against a wall. God, if you started thinking too hard about it you wouldn’t stop.
Thank god high school would only make it worse!
Growing up as a Hydra lab rat they still had to keep you occupied, lest you go catatonic and ruin their tests. You saw plenty of shows and movies about high school, about how important the dance next saturday was, when everyone’s classes were, the like. You understood, to an extent, that parties were a big deal. Parents went out of town, kids got shitfaced, snuck back into bed past “curfew.” fun times.
It’s been a little over a year since you were found by the Avangers, and just a few months since Natasha Romanoff finalized the adoption paperwork for you. Even if you couldn’t call her mom as much as you wanted to you were happy, truly content for the first time in your life. You had friends, family, and a mother who wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy your new life.
Which is why, when peter had invited you to a party being put on by someone in his class, your mom urged you to go.
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You haven’t been sleeping much in the last few weeks. Insomnia and trauma-induced nightmares were taking their toll on you, but you could handle a bit of sleep deprivation. Besides, you weren’t about to concern Natasha more, she’s had enough on her plate lately.
No, no matter how long you stayed awake shaking, shivering, not breathing waiting for a sound in the hallway, you wouldn’t bother Natasha. Though, that didn’t stop you from being a bit more clingy during the day before calling it a night.
“It’s an opportunity for you to have fun outside the tower, детка, you should go.” You sat cross-legged on Natasha’s bed, watching as she put away laundry. It was calming. “I’m only a call away if you and Peter wanna ditch, but I want you to enjoy yourself.”
Her encouragement throws you off. “You know what happens at those parties though, don’t you?” You shift so you’re laying down against the pillows, “Shouldn’t you be making me stay home?”
Natasha laughs. “Hon, highschool parties aren’t nearly as crazy as movies make them out to be, and i know you. It’s not like you’re going to get wasted or make out with any boys.” You pull a face and Natasha laughs again, and you laugh with her.
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” She presses a kiss to your forehead and you smile up at her.
“I’ll go.”
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You’re already regretting it, and you’ve only been in the house for 20 minutes. Peter don’t ditch you per se, but you haven’t seen him since you settled on the couch. The music pulses through the floor and you can feel the bass in your teeth. You’re pressed in at the far end of the couch hugging the armrest, clutching a soda can in one hand and hovering over Natasha’s contact in you phone with the other. A bark of laughter from the kitchen throws you out of your thoughts and you notice someone pouring out shots. somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder when the last time you had a drink was, to which your brain unhelpfully answers “too long.”
Aside from anesthesia, the best pain relief you had in your old life was alcohol. You understood that it wasn’t healthy, even back then you knew that, but it kept your thoughts from racing and helped you sleep at night.
A small crowd was formed around the kitchen counter, and you watch as two boys get locked into a fierce competition of Cup Pong.
You watch one of them, a lean, blonde boy from the soccer team, fading fast. only two of his cups have been emptied, he’s clearly a lightweight and already wobbling by his third shot. The other boy is one you recognize from your history class. he’s loud, obnoxious, and goading on the other boy who’s finally thrown the ping pong ball properly and landed it in a cup.
The loud one sinks in another two balls, and you see the blond visibly swallow. you don’t know what comes over you because in the next moment, you down his two shots in one go.
“Woah-hoh-hoh! looks like someone’s up to the challenge!” His face breaks into a shit eating grin, “Too bad you picked a battle with the undefeated champ here.” you hear a few whistles in the growing crowd and smirk, You can feel the buzz hitting your head and it feels good, you feel good for the first time in days.
“Undefeated, huh? Well, this is gonna be really embarrassing for you then.” You’re cocky, but you don’t care, you just wanna get drunk.
He quickly bounces another ball, landing in your forward cup, the second misses. Your two land and it’s a battle keeping your face straight. Your opponent is intimidated, but he hides it behind a grin and his height, but he’s too obvious. You know he’ll hit his limit far sooner than you’ll hit yours, so you tease him a bit.
To throw him off, you miss your next two throws, and his second lands. as soon as the cup is empty you begin to sway. you’re in no drunken state, there’s barely a buzz at this point, but he doesn’t know that. As far as he knows, you’re just as much of a lightweight as the blond before you.
He’s hiding his own swaying body by leaning forward on the counter, but you can see in his eyes he’s getting drunk, and thanks to the alcohol of choice being vodka, it won’t be much longer before he’s out. You were hoping for a bit more fun, but his head start in the is game threw that off a bit. You strike fast. Two balls, two cups, one throw, it’s impressive to the crowd but for you it’s child’s play. He down the cups, slower than before, and you can see sweat forming on his forehead.
He misses his next throw and you can’t stop yourself from being a bit disappointed. then again, you only have one cup left versus his, you huff a laugh.
“I mean, it’s a little unfair of me to be beating you. You had a head start in the game, why don’t we level it out?”
The crowd is rowdy and you see his face twist into a grimace. He’s getting agitated while you’re loosening up, happily putting on a show for everyone around you.
You pour yourself two more shots and take the one after the other. You revel in the burn, you feel lighter, higher, ready to put this stupid kid in his place.
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You win that game, you win two more games, and everything becomes a blur. You think your phone buzzes a few times through the night but you ignore it in favor of pouring yourself another drink and laughing your ass off. It’s the first time you’ve ever felt normal, and even if you don’t know anyone’s names they’re funny enough, and you can forget about the past for the night.
You’re not noticeable in school, you hide yourself in the back of the class and only talk to peter and his friends. You’re allowed to leave class whenever you need to thanks to a plan you’re mom had set up with the school, so it’s not like you usually stick around enough to talk to anyone. You’re just some new kid lost in the crowd there, but now, here, people are talking to your face instead of whispering behind your back and avoiding eye contact. you finally feel free.
You get up and unsteadily return to the kitchen for another shitty bear. You look over your shoulder and throw your hands out. “Peter!!” you shout, ending in a giggle when you see his face, he’s looking at you funny. “hiiiii!!”
“Are you drunk??” Oh never mind, he sounds mad.
“Nooo?” You giggle again, he doesn’t believe you but you don’t really care.
Peter rubs his hand down his face and starts to guide you to the door.
“Where’re we going i was having funnnn,” You whine, pushing against his insistence you leave.
“(Y/n) i already called natasha, now drink this and sit tight.” He’s frustrated and hands you a water bottle, you pout and plop onto the grass, lazily sipping at the bottle.
You’re not sure how much later it happens, but Natasha’s car pulls up on the curb. She steps out and she looks pissed, if you had any energy left you’d probably be scared. “Hi мама,” even drunk and half asleep you still know you sound like a pathetic mess, and right now you really just want to catch up on all the sleep you’ve missed.
She kneels down next to you on the grass and moves your sweaty hair from your forehead, you notice her face soften. “Hi малышка, let’s get you home.”
“Are you mad at me?” You blurt out. Your voice is small, and you don’t mean to sound so weak but the alcohol in your system makes you feel vulnerable. “I don’ want you to be mad at me i was jus’ so tired.”
“No hun, i’m not mad. We’ll talk in the morning when you’ve sobered up, now up you get.”
If you weren’t so out of it you would’ve seen the heartbreak cross her face.
She hoists you up with your arm over her shoulder, and you’re grateful for it because without her you’d have fallen face first into the dirt.
You hear her ask Peter to open the door, and as soon as you’re in the car you’re out like a light.
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Anyone could tell from a mile away that Natasha loved you. Since the day you were found she’d always cared and wanted the best for you. You were the child she’d always wanted, and she’d do anything for you. And anyone could tell that seeing her kid so small, so sad, was breaking her heart.
Peter’s phone call had been confusing, something about you getting too competitive to think straight and then too drunk to stand. She’d shown up expecting a slightly drunk teenager, not you. Not you sitting in the grass, on the curb, nursing a water bottle and looking so utterly defeated. She didn’t know what to do, she just wanted to take all your pain away.
Getting you home was the easy part. Apparently, getting you out of the party had also sucked all of your energy, and you were cooperative getting in the car, hell you were asleep as soon as the door shut. Natasha dropped Peter off at home before returning to the tower, after getting some context to the situation of course. Now it was time to get you to bed, and figure out her next steps.
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“Mmmn?” You can barely open your eyes, everything just feels so heavy and faraway. Behind squinted eyes you recognize that it’s Natasha pulling you from the car.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you to bed.”
Your short nap didn’t help you much. “‘M tired,” You croak out, cringing at the taste of your dry mouth.
“I know you are bub,” She pull one of your arms over her shoulders and leads you through the tower’s garage to the elevator. “That’s why we’re gonna get you cleaned up in into bed.”
Your response isn’t more than an affirmative grunt, but you can get the words past your throat.
Eventually, after a blur of motion and lights and almost getting sick on the way up, you’re in your room. You don’t want to be in here.
Natasha guides you to your bed, keeping you steady as you sit down. Before she can pull away your hands grip her shoulders like a vice.
You don’t even realize you’re crying. “Don’- Мама don’t leave. Please don’t leave.” You don’t want to be alone. You just want to sleep but you can’t sleep because when you sleep your mind attacks and attacks and attacks and you can’t keep dealing with this forever you’re so tired.
“Hey hey, no i’m not going anywhere детка. Im not leaving, but i need you to breathe, please.” You can’t stop yourself from closing your eyes. You hate the way she’s looking at you, she looks so sad and you’re the one doing this. God look at you, look how pathetic you’ve become.
“I ju- I just wanted everything to stop. i wanted to be normal in sorry. i’m sorry мама i’m sorry i’m just tired i’m sorry.” The words get caught in your throat and choked out in a sob. You try to pull back, hide in you pillows and shut out everything, but natasha’s returned grip is solid and fierce, yet gentle, and kind, and she pulls you into her chest as you fight every cry that bubbles up.
“Let it out малышка, don’t fight it. It’s okay, i’ve got you. I’ve got you, love.” Her hold on you grows tighter and you can almost feel your chest open just from her words. No matter how much you were taught and built against it from birth, Natasha was your lifeline.
Minutes or hours later, you’re cries turn to whimper and the bone-deep exhaustion makes itself known again. Your arms feel so heavy, you can barely keep your puffy eyes open and you just want to sleep for the next month.
“Hey,” Natasha says it so softly she’s worried you’ll miss it, but she doesn’t want to startle you. “Let’s get you changed. I’m just gonna grab you some pajamas, okay?”
You must’ve nodded, because natasha moves and you faintly hear your dresser draws move. You’re half asleep as natasha helps you change into comfier clothes, you’re eyes aren’t even open once she’s tucked you and herself into bed and holds your head to her chest.
“I love you so, so much малышка. Got to sleep, okay? I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
Your answer is a whisper “I love you, мама.”
You’re out like a light, you limbs heavy and mind blissfully quiet. Natasha hardly sleeps, thinking only about you and the conversation you need to have.
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part 2!!!
#mama nat#natasha romanoff x daughter!reader#natasha romanoff x teen!reader#natasha romanoff#natasha x reader#natasha romanov x reader#natasha x daughter!reader#natasha x teen reader#peter parker x platonic reader#my writing
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Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?
tbh, I dunno!
I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head
ideas under the cut tho 👀
if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci
if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm
if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley
if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈
#apologies for the way I write sometimes I like to put out total garble because it makes my heart go thumpa thump#god I love them I LOVE THEM#THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER ON A LEVEL BEYOND THAT OF FLESH AND BLOOD AND IT HURTS KNOWING THEY DO#THAT THEY BOTH SUFFER AND THEY FEEL THAT IT'S BEST TO BE ALONE RATHER THAN BRING SOMEONE ELSE ON THE RIDE#BUT THAT RIDE BRINGS THEM BOTH TO THE SAME DESTINATION THAT THEY ARE BOTH BROKEN MEN HAUNTED BY THINGS THEY DID—THINGS THEY COULD HAVE DONE#BUT MAYBE THERE'S HOPE IN HAVING SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR—SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THE STRUGGLE OF REDEMPTION DESPITE ONE'S NATURE#TO LIFT EACH OTHER FROM THE DEPTHS OF SELF LOATHING BECAUSE THEY CAN DO BETTER#then I'm tranquilized and shoved back into my cage for relocation#kazumaji#kiryu kazuma#majima goro#my hcs
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Decided to rewatch OFMD S2 eps 1-3 and actually jot down my thoughts as I go! Oh what fun! Ngl this is mostly for me babes but if you enjoy it that's neat ❤️
Episode 1: Impossible Birds
Stede bearded in his dream could just be playing to swashbuckling archetypes for funsies, but is it some lingering wish that he was more masculine?
Con O'Neil truly graceful about it with the sword huh
"WHERE IS HE. WHERE'S ED?" Stede seeing Izzy as the thing that is keeping Ed from him when he's the one that left lol ok
His idealised version of Ed doesn't hold him accountable either. My mans doesn't want to face what he did at all!!
His first words to Ed in his letter are reassuring him that the crew are safe, as if he doesn't remember that Ed marooned them and left them for dead on purpose??
I know it's meant to be funny but Jackie was a bit of a sex pest toward Swede at first and the power dynamic was a bit 🫤 Glad he was into it in the end!
WHY DOES WEE JOHN SLAM THE HEAD OF THE ONE WHO GOT STABBED INTO THE TABLE INSTEAD OF THE ONE WHO STABBED THEM?? 😂
Stede truly is unphased by people being assholes to him and I just,,, respect it.
Ricky your vibes are strange and unsettling
Who in their right mind would have an ocean wedding in the golden age of piracy?? I know they probs didn't know it was the golden age of piracy while they were in it but STILL
Ed looks so dead behind the eyes 😭 Just going through the motions eh buddy?
Dressed up like the book Blackbeard I see. God he's trying so hard to inhabit this character.
I would die for Archie. Truly the himbo we need in these depressing angst riddled times.
Jim asking someone else how they're bottling things up?? Hello?? Who are you and what have you done with Jim?? Aren't you the bottling up Master? Olu bewitched you too good and now you've unlocked Feelings 😔
"He's actually a good guy" Stede babygirl did we actually forget the marooning???
I have so much I could say about how Izzy and Blackbeard's relationship has deteriorated hhhhh,,,, Izzy is a problem child but I'm so glad the story is crashing towards his character actually growing and changing. In season 1 he at least got the crumbs Ed would throw him like "I need you here", now he's only getting abuse and maybe he's throwing himself at it because he recognises he had a part to play in reaching this point and believes he deserves it.
Fang's delivery on "how you doing Izzy" will keep me warm and fed all winter. Masterclass in approaching someone, truly tender and genuine but not too pressuring. God.
That second "unhand me" hhh the panic of realising you're going to start crying if the situation continues
Con is gonna rip my heart out and eat it this season if I'm not careful
Labour exploitation Jackie what a girlboss x
Why does "you'll be having a lot of breakfastseses together" sound so ominous though 😭 Smeagol Jackie my worstie...
Stede doing Blackbeard Voice is adorable but damn he really doesn't believe that he made Ed's life better. Like how??? Why doesn't Stede equate happiness with better? Ed was explicitly happier around you ya dingus!
Swede deserves his married bliss so much. The crew can be so mean to him!!
"What am I to you" and "I have... love for you" are said so softly I'm gonna be sick,, Izzy you fucked it by wrestling this man into this particular coping mechanism and your tenderness is coming wayyyy too late. Heartbreaking tbh cause the guy didn't know how else to help Ed and now he's realising it could have been different. Sick and twisted little dynamic I'm eating it like good soup.
Definitely supposed to be taken that Izzy didn't realise "talk it through" was a Stedeism as he said it but godddd you idiot dude
Once again god bless you Archie I'd die for you
Fang I want to rescue you hhhhhh my hot topic fashionista must be so dehydrated from all these tears!!!
No way in hell Ed expected anything else out of Izzy's mouth than something about Stede, but god I wish the guy had just payed attention to Frenchie shaking his head. The catharsis of saying the quiet part out loud wasn't worth your leg, man.
"Start by cleaning up that mess"... yeah we def see Ed is killing people himself again but outsourcing the Big Job on Izzy makes sense. He's also exactly the kind of self sabotager atm that would know Frenchie won't do it, and he's looking for reasons to Be Worse.
Indigo heist my beloved. Fuck those hammies up!! I love how loud Black Pete was omg 😂
Oh fuck off Ricky I know you're a S1 Stede mirror but you're doing it detestably
Roach why is your instinct to immediately put the blue dirt on your face darling
Zheng Yi Sao completely unphased by Jackie is giving me so much delight
Sexy Dutchman 😭😂 Jackie never change
I love that Zheng Yi Sao is taking the whole crew on just to have her lil Olu moment, get it girl
TENDER JIM IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM THEY'VE COME SO FAR. I LOVE THEIR BIG SMILE 😭 (also Archie is so wholesome what is she DOING here???)
Ed oh my god you're not alright at ALL
Frenchie's quiet "sounds like a plan" is just so... painful. The acting this season is off the charts.
When Roach asked if they were in soup now I thought he was referring to the ocean as soup I'm an idiot 😭
#ofmd#ofmd s2#our flag means death#ofmd season 2 spoilers#ofmd season 2#ofmd spoilers#ofmd s2 spoilers#izzy hands#stede bonnet#edward teach
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hey guys. Do u even care about what I have to say. Thats right baby. It’s a mini rant. Young Garmadon edition and the horrors of white boy Star Wars core.
Okay so. Erm.? I don’t like garmadons child design in the show. This guy is way too twink coded as a young adult for me and that’s wrong. He’s a beast. And also))??? Lots of paragraphs on Wu depression. Thats the synopsis now look below for further horro r
Hello??? Dang man tatooine is calling ???? IM. SORRY THAT WAS MEAN. I’ve always felt like the spinjitzu bro books did a better job with his design, but brunette just isn’t it. Black hair. Right now. Make it naturally white but also make him fucjing stupid so he dyes it with Ink because he doesn’t want whit4 hair cause he’s DUMB.
Look alive. Make him wear a ponytail and give him the black dyed hair COWARDS.
Anyways that parts over. Now I’m going to talk about my issues with how people draw him in his human form a lot.
I feel like the twinkification is real. All human designs I’ve found of Garmadon that don’t use legos ambiguous yellow color are pasty white and this madness must STOP!!! I think if u wanna make him a cracker it’s ok. It’s fine. But it is a little boring seeing the same designs scatter my Garmadon picture wall(/J I DONT HABE THA)
‘And also while I’m at it, I’m gonna be real and say that any design for wu in the series is pretty good. Still mad he looks like a normal guy. TBH. Many fan designs give him more dragon like traits, and I think that’s so cool, but I’ve always had a specific idea I’ve never seen executed personally. I think Wu would chop his horns off if he had them permanently out.
Wu clearly isn’t a fan of just showing off his dragon or Oni traits. He straight up doesn’t do it, even as a kid (he should honestly be shown with those traits cause he really doesn’t give a fuck as a child) and I believe that his tormented old man position (see the many drawings and tweets from the shows authors and writers) he wouldn’t exactly be drawn to having his traits on display. The completely reasonable solution? Scar himself permanently by wacking them off with a blade. Sounds like something he’d do in young adult hood. His horns being out insinuates he can’t just shapeshift to make them go away, so erm!! Pretty smart solution ngl!!!
‘’Now it’s time for Wu trauma oooooooo!!!!! Oh my god part of his soul is GONE????
In one of the spinjitzu bro books Wus soul is forced into a little puppet. At the end of the book, the puppet is still alive and moving. When the ninja ask to see a puppet show before Wu recounts this, he has a physical reaction.
so. Wu is having a great time. Also, in one of the comics (forgot the name and I can’t for the LIFE OF ME remember where I read this) he confronts. Basically the embodiment of his fears. Basically he doesn’t want to become like his SHIT father who is literally god. leave him ALONE.
So. Uhm. In conclusion. Whirlwind (wus canon nickname) and Softie (Garmadons canon nickname) need to get their shit together <33333333
#ninjago#lego ninjago#my rants#rant post#wu ninjago#ninjago garmadon#lord garmadon#young garmadon#very specific tag but ok#who made that#young wu#THERES ANOTHER???
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Sweets🍭 Asks: "Heeeey! It's me! I've just been struggling with ideas because....ive been thinking about things unrelated to sunny day Jack
BUT HEAR ME OUT
Remember that one fic you wrote with Jean and Joseph with teacher MC
Yeah that but...mc is the director\creator of the sunny time crew and here's the kicker
They are extremely miserable
They hate their job
They hate their life
They hate children
They probably hate Jean and Joseph too
Will that stop them from flirting with this tired annoyed grumpy director?
Nope! I mean Jack and Rory were made to make people happy!
It's gonna be a piece of cake
...right?"
Oh Sweets hellooooooo!!! I love you!!! You always bring me the absolute most banger ideas!!!
I love the idea of them both falling for this person who looks like they haven't slept in weeks and visibly loathes every moment they're on set lmao
Content: hatred of children, general depression, ngl reader just sort of sucks, smoking, absolutely shamelessly dirty flirting, suicidal ideation/joking about suicide, reader is not okay
Coffee isn't enough anymore. You need an IV drip of caffeine straight into your blood stream. Or some heavy drugs. Or a real hard blow to the head with a baseball bat. At this point, you're not picky. Whatever gets you off this stupid set.
The SunnyTime Crew Show. Your crowning achievement. The idea that made your career. Shown across millions of tv sets all over the country every single day. Shown to all those little ankle biters you can't stand the sight of, too young and useless to so much as wipe their own asses.
It's all bright colours and simple words and stupid, terrible songs that get stuck in your head on loop until you want to bash your brains in against a wall. Not that it takes much for you to feel that way these days. Especially given the people you're working with.
Joseph Haberdae and Jean Laurent. Rising star and bossy diva. The constant bickering. The even more constant flirting. The adlibbed lines. The relentless cheer while the cameras roll. And the insufferable questions when they don't. They take the whole thing so fucking seriously. Like this is anything more than some drivel for parents to shove their kids in front of when they can't be bothered to parent anymore.
Maybe you don't hate the kids, maybe it's the parents you resent. Always shoving crying babies into your arms during live recordings so their "precious child" can get a better look at the set. Demanding the show teach this or that lesson. Begging for the Crew to come work birthday parties.
But no, you can't stand wiping little noses and listening to the shrieks. Kids have always given you the creeps, but now they piss you off. Always saying weird things and rubbing their sticky fingers all over set. You're just lucky the stars are better with the kids than you are.
"Should we cut?" Your brought out of your stewing annoyance by the sound of your PA whispering in your ear.
You down the last of your coffee and shove the cup into his hands, a silent demand for more. "Cut!"
You hadn't noticed the scene end. But it didn't matter, Joseph and Jean had started improvising lines anyway, as they so often did. Your eye twitches in annoyance. You don't spend your time yelling at the writers to get every line perfect just for these idiots in costumes to make shit up.
"Haberdae, Laurent." You snap your fingers and point to the spot in front of you. "Everyone else, take five. Then we reshoot. We get it right this time or every single one of you is out of a goddamn job."
As the rest of the cast and crew file out for their break, the two men stand at attention before you. They know where this conversation is going. It's the same one you have every time they so much as change a single word from the script.
"So, which school was it?" You cross you arms and scowl at them both.
They exchange a look of confusion before Joseph ventures a reply. "What?"
"Which school? SoCal? Columbia? You do RTF at Austin?" They can tell your tone is derisive, but they're still not sure what you're getting at. You roll your eyes. "Where you studied screenwriting. I assume you've got some writing background, since you're always changing my fucking script."
Oh. Ohhhhh. Okay, they're on the same page as you now. Joseph has the good grace to look chastised, staring at his feet like a kicked puppy. Jean isn't one to be so easily intimidated. He raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
"What was it today, your assistant got you the wrong coffee? Or did some kid get ketchup all over your copy of the script?" He's used to your bad moods. They both are, but he's not swayed by them. "If you'd actually watched the take rather than staring off into space, you'd realise it was better than the shit your writers came up with."
You purse your lips. He's... probably not wrong. It's hard to find good writers who are willing to throw their talents away on a show like this. And they do both have an admirable understanding of their characters. Much as you hate them, they're true to your original vision. The vision you wished you'd never had.
With a reluctant sigh, you move to rewatch the take. Your PA hands you your coffee and a lit cigarette before hastily retreating, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of whatever's going on. It's a relief, the burn of the smoke in your throat followed by the burn of the scalding coffee.
"Watch."
Joseph's behind you, hands hovering just over your waist as his breath brushes against your ear. Damn this infuriatingly handsome man and his lack of personal space. You grit your teeth and focus on the screen, ignoring the huge man all but pressed against your back. He and Jean crowd you, trying to get a good look at the viewer as you play back the scene.
It's... good. Better than the script. You don't want to admit it out loud, but their additions make more sense with the episode's story, and sound more like Jack and Rory. Damn them.
"See?" Joseph's lips brush against your ear, one hand making contact with your waist for just a moment to give it a soothing rub. "Not bad, right?"
You shove him aside, taking a long drag of your cigarette and pretending to mull it over. As if there's any question. He watches you closely, with all the eagerness of youth and all the ego of an actor who knows he's good at his job.
"Fine." You breathe the word out in a plume of smoke. "It's good enough, I guess. We don't have time for another take anyway."
Joseph grins, leaning an arm on your shoulder like you're an old friend rather than his director. "Come on, you can admit it. We're good."
You sneer at him, trying to nudge his massive forearm off you. But he doesn't budge. Instead, Jean takes up an identical position leaning on your other shoulder.
"So tense," he tuts and shakes his head. "Come on, you can praise us sometimes, you know."
With a roll of your eyes, you resign yourself to once again being crowded by the two men. You can't honestly say you mind it. "Why, so you can get off to it later? I've got about as much interest in stroking your goddamn egos as I do in stroking your pathetic cocks."
"Watch out," Jean's voice is a familiar, teasing lilt. Though it feels directed as much at Joseph as it is at you. "Talk like that might just get Joseph all riled up."
"Eugh." You mime throwing up, ducking from under their arms to grab your coffee and down some more. "Don't need to know about your humiliation kink, thanks."
Joseph's redder than he'd care to admit, but he tries to brush it off. "You know, I didn't realise you thought about stroking our cocks that often. Or our egos."
"Maybe a quick romp would help loosen you up a bit?" Jean suggests, raising an eyebrow with a quirk of his lips. "Keep you focused on your job. Is that why you've got that thousand yard stare every time we shoot? Too busy thinking about fucking us in our dressing rooms?"
From an outside perspective it might seem like sexual harassment in the workplace, but... you encourage it in your own way. You could easily set boundaries if you wanted to, but their flirting—however much they annoy you—is the only interesting part of your life right now. The only part that doesn't make you consider jumping off the roof of the studio.
"Too busy thinking about the easiest way to off myself, more like. Still trying to decide between throwing myself in the reservoir and just jumping in front of the next car I see."
"Well, wouldn't that be a waste of a pretty face?"
Jean's not worried by your theatrics. It's not the first time you've loudly proclaimed your intentions to off yourself, nor will it be the last. It never stops you coming in the next day, looking as dead behind the eyes as ever, and yelling at everyone you see.
"Pretty face." You snort, trying not to choke on your coffee. "What, is it the eyebags or the fact that I haven't had time for a decent meal in months?"
"I think it's your smile." Joseph's always so... genuine. He flirts like Jean, of course, but sometimes he'll throw something so earnest at you that it winds you. "We don't get to see it often, but... you've got a really nice smile."
It feels like he's punched you in the chest, not given you a sweet compliment. It's time to put a stop to this for now. The flirting's gone past entertaining and straight into that dangerous territory that leaves you worried you might do something stupid. Like fall for one or both of them. Not to mention, you've still got half a day of filming this bullshit left.
"Fuck off to makeup, be back on set in two. We'll pick up with Rory's baking lesson."
With a stern nod to the stage door, the two hurry off. You feel like you can breathe again. When they're around, you start to get claustrophobic. Or maybe coulrophobic. Or maybe just... you feel vaguely nauseous at even the shadow of a thought about having romantic feelings for either of the frustrating, handsome actors.
Nope.
No way.
Definitely not.
Not while you have the world's worst tv show to direct.
.
.
.
God you hate your life.
#swwsdj#something's wrong with sunny day jack#sdj jean#sdj joseph#joseph haberdae x reader x jean laurent#gn!reader#18+ only#sunshine#sweets🍭#dear director au#crosspost
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unfiltered thoughts on ttpd
I just finished my first listen of TTPD so below you can find my first thoughts on each song as I listened at 6 in the morning (I need sleep so bad lmao)
1. Fortnight
AAAAHHH I AM LISTENING!!!!! This has such Lana vibes omg!
Who do we wanna murder now??
I love you it's ruining my life :(
IS THIS ABOUT MATTY???????????
Is Post Malone getting the female singer treatment hahahahah
oh okay there he is!!
Florida mention!!!!!
2. The Tortured Poets Department
Woah I like this beat!!!
No-fucking-body!!!!
Dream mention????? (golden retriever)
This is so pretty
Wait is this about Travis??? I am so confused. Please tell me this isn't about Matty too
Oh the wedding mention
3. My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys
Put me back on the shelf :(
Love the melodies
THE OUTRE THE OUTRO LOVE THISSSS
WHY IS THIS SO SAD FUCK ME
4. Down Bad
I can't do this IT IS SO SAD
"Fuck it if I can't have him"
hahaha
Is this another Matty track........ I can't do this
So fuck you if I can't have us :((((
5. So Long, London
Are we in a church
Jesus fuck why is this so sad
this is so beautiful
I am crying
I sent my full reaction to this song to @bluishfrog and it's basically just me looking at the lyrics while crying lmfao
6. But Daddy I Love Him
This one is about Matty again huh
I need a dictionary
I fuck with this song so bad
7. Fresh Out The Slammer
my first word was "Woah"
Back to cheating
"Years of labor, locks and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling"
Outch
Oh god this one is hard - this sounds like end of relationship stuff
"Watched me daily disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile"
:((((
So many outros, I really fuck with this
Imaginary rings what if I go die
8. Florida!!!
she cheated too????
omg an actual feature with a female artist!!! We love!!!
I did not think this song would be about murder and drugs lmfao
Sorry I got lost in the dnf-isms, loved the song
9. Guilty as Sin?
I will have to come back to this, I am so tired I just completely zoned out xD
Love the vibes tho
It's a bop ngl
10. Who's Afraid of Little Old Me
Oh I will love this
FUCK IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL
THE CHORUS WOW WOW WOW
THIS IS SO GOOD
This is so my favourite so far
Okay so we are in an asylum lmao
"Put narcotics into all of my songs
And that's why you're still singing along"
this is genius
THIS SONG IS AWESOME
11. I Can Fix Him
love the vibes
god her lower register help me
THE ENDING I AM CACKLING THIS IS SONGWRITING PERFECTION (also thanks Taylor for coming to your senses lmfao)
12. loml
this sounds sad..............
Every mention of getting married makes we want to committ
Never quite married FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK HIM
I don't wanna do this anymore
"And all at once, the ink bleeds"
all the songs they wrote together I am...... not fine
"You shit-talked me under the table
Talking rings and talking cradles
I wish I could unrecall
How we almost had it all"
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
this bridge broke me
the loss of my life I-
13. I Can Do It With a Broken Heart
What a bleachers sounding song
okay so this is definitely what we thought it would be about
"Lights, camera, bitch, smile
Even when you wanna die"
you go girl
A BOP
i am crying and dancing in my bed
"He said he'd love me for all time
But that time was quite short"
FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK HIM
okay time to dance again
"I'm so depressed, I act like it's my birthday every day"
she's so silly
the ad-libs I love her so much
14. The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
not the breath - i wanted to keep dancing :(
"And I don't even want you back, I just want to know
If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal"
ughhhhhh
the lower register hitting again
BRIDGE BRIDGE BRIDGE AND WHAT A BRIDGE
oh she is angry agnry
"I would've died for your sins
Instead I just died inside"
WHY WHY WHY
FUCK HIM FUCK HIM FUCK HIM
15. The Alchemy
I zoned again lmao
IS THIS ABOUT TRAVIS??????
WHO CHEERED
love this for her
16. Clara Bow
"You look like Taylor Swift
In this light, we're loving it
You've got edge, she never did
The future's bright, dazzling"
oh how I love this, she is such a genius
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freeman's mind notes part 11, e51-55
e51
rock dust = health hazard. No naps here
finds the idea of breathing ether good
wonders if he can delete his employee status at Black Mesa
thinks in 205X Walmart will have turret guns in the parking lots. To deter shoplifters
perpetually bothered by the incompetence of others
chess does NOT prepare you for being surrounded
compares himself to a knight in a chess metaphor
hes STILL hungry
the plantweb around the snark balls is gross
thinks he's probably safe from alien viruses because they're just that unfamiliar with human bodies
thinks the snarks are imprinting on him
would not make a good babysitter
his first impulse to seeing kids run around is to throw nonlethal things at them
he was firing a BIT faster than reenactors with muskets. They fire once a minute. Twice if they're really fast. It's pretty impressive ngl
finds alien grunts' armour impractical and stripper-like
"yay!"
wants to use the snarks for animal fights
slime mold IS valuable excuse you
threatening the aliens with not giving them fungus
still scared they'll teleport inside him
isn't happy he's functioning with the force of an entire army. It sounds cool but he has to do EVERYTHING or DIE
"peekaboo"
STILL searching for a map
ponders eating the aliens and his only concern is how to cook them
e52
thinks the military should give out a psa for gun owners to shoot aliens in black mesa
underwater mumbling my beloved
bleugh,,
snarks? no. Popcorn bugs
has apparently forgotten the mechanics of the turrets
the illusion of free choice (westward tunnel - westward tunnel)
wouldn't be surprised to find he's been walking the longest possible route around the facility
pretty sure the icthyosaurs have been on earth longer than the rescas
he's that "hold it buddy! you lost your chance!" meme rn
yells WORMS
"bah."
THE WORMS. WHAT NOISES ARE THESE
he doesn't drink THAT much that's what the pills are for
very tired of his explosives not doing all they should
fun fact actually being underwater when an explosion goes off is worse than being on top of the water even if it's closer. That'll collapse your organs with the shockwave
"GAAAAAH."
will take any opportunity to use his rocket launcher
"a lesser man might keep moving blindly, but I am a man of vision and I have seen more rockets . . . Now I can keep moving blindly."
thinks the guard job must be boring without him to spice things up
stutters out a tune similar to march of the gladiators
thinks an elevator is a trap. Walks in after considering this
robots won't take over the world but he thinks others wish they would. Also their battery life is bad
e53
starts the episode by singing poorly
the elevator WAS a trap this is a radioactive roach motel
admits he's scared. the radiation freaks him out so badly
funny noises :3
through the power of hypnotic suggestion and a tank
okay I will be frank he has just gotten gradually more unhinged over time but it really did ramp up after the ambush
mimics Xen turret noise
THIS is why he's such a good theoretical physicist. He solves problems that shouldn't exist
not familiar with media involving aliens invading that are just kind of stupid. Show him Invader Zim right now
watched a documentary of Chernobyl. Remembers it decently. Annoyed the headcrabs are distracting him from it
got SLIMED
we should drop stray dogs and badgers into a warzone.
thinks humans are better at invasions than xenians. We do have practice
thinking about not having a tank depresses him
e54
new intro! room adjacent to the rocket launch room. wikipedia room.
engineering are pretty extremist folks
NINJAS. Occam's shuriken. When the answer is elusive the answer is ninjas
ninjas understanding quantum mechanics was a controversial part of freeman's dissertation
"you can never prove the absence of ninjas, only their direct presence" i say this so often
the ninjas from yesterday were hazy in his memory
can't even be sure if the ninjas he's shot are actually dead
confused at why the lights are still on when the ninjas have night vision goggles
he's sure ninjas will be his death. wouldn't be surprised.
wants to nuke the place as soon as he's out
door opens. He goes to explode whoevers behind it immediately
doesnt want to do shit for others rn
gluon gun,, hey would Gordon call the gauss gun it's proper name or "Tau cannon"? He's subversive. He'd like the syllable of "gauss"
blood on his suit and it isn't coming off :(
abandons some scientist to his own shenanigans
e55
checks to see if anything followed him down the elevator
Loves the gluon gun
blue energy is superior to green energy and beams
considers Black Mesa a redundant bit of nonsense so that no one person knows all of what's going on
listens to the VOX
deduces a guard killed another human. Keep up that everyone wants you dead thing
thinks some people thrive in chaos a bit too much. Sir you're like that too.
"I needed a reason?"
drops the gluon gun due to weight/ammo consumption concerns
the constant metal groaning noises bother him so much
groans at the vortigaunt almost teleporting inside him
hates the references to dimensions. Wants accurate terminology.
I do not know who Buckaroo Banzai is
[growls]
the concrete dust REMAINS a breathing hazard
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Hello this my first time doing this but if you don’t mind can I request a Hobie x reader where the reader is in a somewhat depressive state because they miss their best friend that they’ve been friends with for 6 years. And they haven’t seen them in 3-5 months but to them it seems like a year. And reader is having breakdowns at random times through the day. But tries to hide it and make it seem like they are ok but it’s obvious that they aren’t ok.
You can ignore this if you want
Ngl, I know this one is a personal request. I know how it feels to be depressed, or have depression for that matter. If I'm correct I hope you know that your loved and that it'll be okay
Just pretend
Bst.F/N=Best friend's name
I tear trickled down my check as I looked in the mirror, and hand over my mouth. I missed them so much. It was so painful to sit here without them. Memories of us sitting together and laughing at jokes that didn't even make since to our self's flooded my mind as more tears fell as knocking on the bathroom door broke the silence as I was cover the sound of my silent weeping.
"Love? A'e you alright?" Hobie said to be through the sound of the door as I wiped away my tears and tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible. "Yup! Just finishing up!" I said as I grabbed a mascara bottle and put some one, trying to hide any sight of the fact that I was just crying. Hobie knew about me and my best friend, he knew that they had moved away just about five months ago, he knew I was hurting because of it, but I was determined to make sure he didn't know just how badly this was affecting me, I don't want him to worry...
As I unlocked and opened the bathroom door I stepped out and hugged Hobie tightly with a warm smile on my face. "Coffee?" I said as I looked up at him with pleating eyes. It was something that really kept me going throughout the day. "Of course, love." Hobie chuckled back as I let go of him and started walking to the door.
Our entire drive there was practically silent. I stared out the window as I felt tears threaten to fall from my face as another flash back of me and my best friend flooded my mind once more. I thought about how me and my best friend would go out and get coffee together on Saturdays and we would simply talk about our life's. Before me and Hobie were dating I would tell her everything about our friendship and as soon as me and Hobie started dating I would tell her everything that was going on between our relationship. She was even there for me and Hobies first kiss.
"Love?" Hobie said in a worried tone as I jolted back to reality, looking over to him holding back the tears best I could, "You alright love? You ain't answer'in me and I've been tellin you we're here for the past minute." Hobie told me as I simply blinked wide eyes as I felt the tears begin to make their way out of my eye. "Sorry, must've spaced out there." I said as I unbuckled and got out of the car quickly, walking inside and to the bathroom as quickly as I could.
As soon as I got into the bathroom I broke. The pain was so much, I couldn't handle it alone but I had to. My best friend ended up getting a new number and had forgotten to tell me exactly what it was. It was killing me on the inside cause I knew I would most likely never see them again. As that thought came into my mind I broke once again, covering my sobs with my hand as someone else came into the bathroom. I felt steamy tears roll down my eyes, falling onto my ripped jeans as more and moire followed after, mascara becoming ruined.
After the person had left I took my hand off of my mouth and whipped my tears with a piece of toilet paper, throwing it away and walking out of the bathroom shortly after.
"Babe.." I heard Hobie say beside me as I stepped into the car. "Yeah?" I said giving him a smile. Looking at his expression my smile slowly faded as he examined my face. "Love what's going on?" he asked me as I simply looked at him blankly. "What do ya mean? I'm great!" Hobie looked at me concerned as he handed me my coffee and put the car into reverse and began to drive out of our parking spot. "Whatever you say.."
As the car drove by building after building, I felt tears come up once again as I took small sips of my coffee. I felt Hobies eyes on me. I knew he knew. It was stupid of me to think I could hold up a game like this for so long.
As we pulled into the parking lot and walked up the stairs towards our apartment it was silent. Tears pecked at my eyes and burned them as I held them back with all the force I could muster up. As we opened the door I couldn't take it anymore as I dropped the coffee entirely and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. After, I turned the water on and slid down the door as loud, sad sobs erupted from my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks and ran down my nose, face, and chin. Some tears went into my mouth as I tasted the salty water mix of sadness.
Knock knock knock
The knocks were genital. Soft and full of worry. "Please let me help." I heard a genital voice say as I covered my mouth. Hobie had been listening the entire time I was crying. Before I could stop myself I felt myself reaching up and unlocking the door, moving over to the wall behind the door as I felt it open quietly. "This is about (Bst.f/N) innit?" he said as he gave me a soft look, sitting down next to me and hugging me genitally. I shook my head.
"Its okay to talk to me about this stuff." hobie said as he moved me to his lap as I straddled him, putting my head on his shoulder as I sobbed louder as I felt him genitally pet me, playing with the bottom of my shirt as we simply sat there as I cried.
"It's okay, love. I'm right here."
I'm so sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted it was just what I had come up with so yeah thank you for the request though!
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post for ambrose to know my little guys awww the middle aged men who ruined my life awww :3 FUCK I FORGOT TO TAG @dohter ☺️
this is fumiya . the charisma of good and evil . hes the one who brought everyone in the house together for Reasons i guess . he looks very normal at first glance (especially compared to the design of everyone else) but hes the one everyone in the house is scared of. reason being he has zero sense of morals. he doesnt properly distinguish between right and wrong nor good and bad . he may sound terrifying but hes also really fucking chill . all of this combined makes him someone you can never completely trust nor distrust and its kinda funny . he also loves sweets and candy and pastries he like eats them excessively . every social situation hes in he always looks disinterested and in his own head . hes so neurodivergent They all are ngl
this is rikai . the charisma of order . unlike fumiya he has A Very Clear Sense Of Righteousness and fights for order among the members of the house everyday of his life . unsurprisingly this gets annoying as fuck when you actually dig into his usual methods . everyone in the house can agree that everything he does for righteousness is like very fucking exaggerated (like his obnoxious ass whistle he keeps using everytime order is slightly disturbed) but he couldnt care less . he wants order and control over everything and everyone . omg i forgot how hot his main official art was mffffgfhhhh SORRY SORRY SORRY S . getting derailed here . he may look and Act like hes the only normal person in there but in many senses hes one of the worst ones .
this is terra . the charisma of self-love . he . really likes himself . he Loves himself . he stares into the mirror for literal hours without problem . he Bleeds From His Nose Very Often looking at himself . he also has very low empathy for others that arent himself actually He couldn't care less about other people aside from himself . he's the one and only person worth it in the entire world in his perspective and honestly thats kinda real of him . also has a very complex relationship with gender and all that stuff . hes the only one from the whole cast with two main outfits . automatically proves his point that hes better tbh
this . Ohhggg this . This Is Ohse . the charisma of self-punishment . you know how terra is all about loving himself and all that well Hes the exact opposite. the very extreme opposite. he has severe depression and attempts to end his life several times throughout the series . he cant bear other people being nice to him because he feels like he doesn't deserve it at all. he barely leaves the room because he doesnt want people looking at his face he legitimately thinks it would be too disgusting for everyone . when he does leave he covers his face with a plastic bag so people dont look at his face . he often goes on tangents about how much he sucks. aside from all of that he really likes art and is actually very skilled at it he just doesn't notice this because hes too busy thinking nothing he does is worth it at all . he ruined my life
this is kei . the charisma of rebel. one day he went Damn i should start being a bitch and he never once stopped . if there's anything he can oppose at all he Does he never wants to agree with anyone or anything at all . rikai fucking hates him sometimes . everyone fucking hates him sometimes . he also likes street fights despite being fucking incompetent at them and always losing . he loves violence . its like his one solution for everything . unfortunately for him hes also one pathetic ass guy veeeeery deep inside even if he wants to put on this tough guy front. hes really truly miserable he just doesnt want anyone to ever find out
this . ugh . this is iori . the charisma of obedience . you know how kei is a bitch . well hes the exact opposite . if you ask iori for anything at all he will do everything in his power to get it for you . you would Think thats a good thing but unfortunately you dont know the things that go through this man's head . his acts of service for others are absolutely everything in his life . so much so he has made everyone (except for ohse) in the house sign a slave contract so they can use him however they please for the rest of his life . You Know How This Is Kinda Insane Right . he loves doing chores and being ordered around . if anyone ever offers to help him he like goes insane . he also . uhm . he also wears this . dog collar . so people ...... pull at it ........ and stuff ....... also hes like .............. very much a masochist ....... hes also ...... Hes also me . so me . he also ruined my life .
you see this official art right . you see it right . do i even have to explain anything . do i want to . i really dont . hes the reason i kinda hesitate from recommending charisma house to anyone . this is amahiko . he is literally And i mean LITERALLY the charisma of Sex . they just say it . straight up . no nuance no anything . hes just sex . hes sexo . hes a fucking freak about it . hes a self proclaimed "minister of sexy affairs" he describes that as his profession for some fucking reason . his goal is to "spread sexiness around the world" meaning he has to be a weirdo to everyone in the house . weirdo as in sexually . for some reason this never goes to the way some animes treat characters like him though you know what i mean . everyone around him finds him Weird for it they never try to hide the fact everything he does is weird as fuck . despite that its hard to hate him by the end . surprisingly hes one of the most mature in the house (being that hes also the oldest out of everyone's revealed ages . terra hasnt revealed his age) and can genuinely be someone you can trust . unfortunately hes a freak. thats the funny thing about him. hes also . uhm . h. h... no . no you dont have to know that .
sometimes when they get Too Charisma ! they transform have a whole musical number and then collapse in exhaustion . this is called a charisma break . they get it from being actual weirdos .
uhm my only warning for if you ever decide to watch charisma house is Number One amahiko as a whole and Number Two rikai's first song has literal nazi imagery unfortunately . Fortunately though thats like the only weird in the bad way mv . because the other mvs are also weird . i just don't know if i should describe them as weird in a good way . whatever. specific drama track episode for the song is number 27 but its only by the end . the rest of the episode is good to watch❤️
hope you had fun ambrose . these are my guys .
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unreal unearth thoughts:
de selby (part 1)
- the harmonies ughhhh
- this man is singing in irish !!!
- this is in fact a religious experience
de selby (part 2)
- i’d block the sun if you want it gone shjshshah
first time
- his voice is so soft and lovely
- as it was and ever shall be my all girls catholic school ass is screaming in religious imagery
- some part of me must have died the final time you called me baby !!!! I AM UNWELL
francesca
- my life was a storm since i was born, how could i fear any hurricane
- this man is a poet
- the ah-ah ah-ahs scratch my brain so good omg
- heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i
- the choral arrangement of this the layers and harmonies i am screaming i am crying i am losing my mind
i, carrion (icarian)
- icarus?!
- i am lifted by every word you sing (said?) to me
- its such a lovely and light tune
- if we fall, i only pray, dont fall away from me
eat your young
- i cannot wait to hear this live oh my fuck
- the little vocal riff motif thing is just. so good?
damage gets done
- we had nowhere to go and every desire for going there
- harmonies make me go feral
- darlin’
- layered sounds i am normal about this (i am most definitely not)
who we are
- piano!!
- hold me like a knife
- 2:34-3:22 makes me happy dance
son of nyx
- me when greek myth !!
- string arrangement that devastates /pos
all things end
- if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didnt do it right
- i love how his voice changes from song to song ugh a man with range
- darlin’
- choral arrangement!!! i am dead deceased done for every time
to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuaraithe)
- darlin
- it am someone from a warm climate (mexico) this song is for me
- there are some things that no one teaches you
- i just want a compilation of this man calling me darlin please that will cure my depression
butchered tongue
- soft and devastating
- the shattered bedrock of our home sir why must you hurt me like this
- if he plays this live i will weep inconsolably
anything but
- immediately more upbeat
- if i was a riptide i wouldn’t take you out
- harmonies shakgakahsjs
- drumbeat
- if i had his job you would live forever
abstract (psychopomp)
- your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm
- i need the lyrics for this whole album ngl
- brass section
- im afraid we’ll always be trapped within an abstract
unknown/nth
- you know the distance never made a difference to me UGH
- so much of the living, love, is the being unknown
- do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you
- the way he sings that bit just. makes me go !!!!
first light
- harmonies !
- like i lived my whole life before the first light
- darkness always finds you either way
- after this im never gonna be the same (he’s right i won’t)
- layered sound scratches my brain
- guitar!
long story short
i love hozier
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hey babes! so first of all before I start to ramble off here,..how have you been, it's been awhile since I last asked! But yk I was just taking a shower when a sudden thought came to me... Now I must state I know the UCLA fic(which is literally SO amazing and well wrote) is not done and I don't believe it will be soon buttttt.. While I was washing my hair I thought of you (that actually sounds really weird- but yk what ignore that) anyways I thought of you and your wonderful writing and I thought of our most favorite pookie princess and dumb blondie and a maybe wonderful fic idea came to my head! But you see i'm a bad writer so why not turn to my favorite writer with my idea.. Okay i'll get the point now. So the time frame is like start of the 2022-23 season.. we all know about blondies acl tear and that was most likely a sad time for her which probably made it a sad time for my pookie and well bad time for people affect their personal life's such as relationships and such else. So I feel it would be a rough path in their relationship. But I feel as though a fic about them throughout that time would be such a good one. And it would obviously be depressing and what better angst writer do I follow than you! Now I don't even know if you'll see /read this but if you do this doesn't even need be a thought in your head right now. I can imagine that between the UCLA fic and your personal life that your busy and maybe distracted which is that last thing I want anyone to be. So If you do see/read this maybe give it a thought or totally don't but anyways. Stay safe, healthy and have a wonderful day/night babes and so sorry for that rant!
-xo babes! <3
Hi lovely <3
We love a good shower thought! And this is a pretty amazing idea babes. I love that we're all just here for the angst like it really binds us together. And I also really love that I've just become synonymous with writing angst. 😭
Did I just think of a potential plotline that could work? Yes. However, I'm ngl to you babes, the UCLA fic isn't gonna be done for a hot second and I probably need a hiatus after that so idk when I'd write this. But I promise, I'll keep it in my head (or remind me actually) and we'll see. Also there's no such thing as a bad writer and if you wanna write it, I think you'd be great at it and if you ever wanted it, I'd always be here to help.
I know I don't reply to everything but I do read all my asks. It's just sometimes, I don't wanna spam and then too much time passes by but I love all y'alls asks (short/long/in between) and I do genuinely try to answer as many as I can. <3
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If I Only Could
Title: If I Only Could
Pairing: Eddie Munson x ofc (named), Steve Harrington x Platonic!ofc (named).
Word Count: 2931
Summary: Dawn, Eddie’s girlfriend, feels like she can’t go on without him in her life, making her friends worry about her. Steve takes it on himself to comfort her.
Warnings: VOLUME 2 SPOILERS. Angst, pure angst. Character death (I’m sorry), blood, depression, mentions of sex, Steve being the best big brother ever (that’s a warning in itself).
Author’s note: So… I made myself cry while writing this. I also had to watched episode 9 again, so I cried even harder. I know I was gonna make a fix-it fic, but I’m a sucker for angst, and ngl the idea for this came after I got an art piece I commissioned. (art by @devovart on Instagram)
So… enjoy? Cry? I’m sorry?
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“Anyone seen Dawn”? Robin asked as she, Steve, and Dustin got out of Steve’s car and walked to Nancy’s house, where the rest of the gang had been meeting for the last couple of days to plan a way to save Hawkins.
“She hasn’t left her room in two weeks,”’ Dustin said, looking at the floor as he walked. “I went to her house yesterday, her mom let me in but I couldn’t talk to her. Her door was closed and she was crying when she heard me.” The teenager sighed. “Her mom says that she doesn’t cry as much now, but she doesn’t leave her room at all.” He stopped at the door and looked up at his friends. “We need her here, she’d be a good addition to the team.”
“I don’t know, man. Eddie’s death hit her pretty badly.” Steve replied, placing his hands on his hips.
“I’m sad about it too, but we need to fight this,” Dustin argued back.
“Yes, but he wasn’t your boyfriend, Dustin,” Robin said, looking down at him.
The trio stayed quiet at the door, all looking down at their feet when Steve sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
“You guys go in, I gotta do something.” He said, turning around and walking fast towards his car, taking his keys out of his jeans pocket.
“Where are you going?” Robin asked.
“Steve, we need you! Steve!” Dustin shouted at him.
“I gotta talk to her.” Was all Steve said, closing the car door and starting the engine, driving off.
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“It’s so hard, I don’t want to do it anymore!” Dawn said, throwing her arms up in the air, Eddie’s guitar falling on her crossed legs.
Eddie just chuckled and moved from his sitting position on the floor to stand. “Come on, princess, don’t give up.” He said, making his way to sit behind her on his bed, a leg on either side of her and his arms going around her, grabbing her hands and guitar.
“You just gotta show her some love,” He kissed her temple as he moved her hands around the guitar to place them in the correct position.
Dawn scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say, you’re like a guitar god.” She mumbled, pouting. Eddie chuckled a bit more, pecking her cheek, and started playing a soft tune for her.
“You’ll do it just fine, don’t worry.” He whispered in her ear, leaning his head against hers as he played.
Both of them sat on his bed in silence, the only sounds around them were the tune coming from Eddie’s guitar and the birds outside.
“Eddie?” Dawn whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I love you.”
Dawn could feel Eddie’s smile against her short curly hair, could feel how he let go of the guitar to hold her to his chest, one hand going to her face to turn her to look at him.
“I love you, too, princess.”
He leaned in, connecting his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, holding her tighter. When they both let go, he pressed his forehead against hers, running his nose on hers, both with smiles on their faces, eyes closed.
“Dawn…” Eddie said.
“Yes?” She replied, not opening her eyes.
“...Dawn…”
Dawn opened her eyes and moved back, her confused look morphing into terror as she took him in.
Blood covered his neck, dripping from his mouth, staining his beautiful white teeth a bright red. She tried moving away from him, but he held her tighter.
“Dawn!” He said louder, repeating her name over and over, getting louder every time, holding her tighter, not letting her get away from him.
“DAWN!”
She woke up with a start. She sat up on her bed, looking around, only to find herself in her bedroom. Dawn took a deep breath to calm herself down, letting the tears run down her face.
“Dawn.”
She tensed up, startled as she heard knocking on her door.
“Dawn, open up.”
She recognized Steve’s voice then. She groaned under her breath and rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself a bit more.
“Dawn, it’s Steve. Can you please open up?”
“Leave me alone, Steve.” She said loudly, hearing a gentle sigh coming from her best friend.
“Honey, please. Let me in.” He waited for her to say something or to open the door, but her response was silence. “Dawn, I’m worried about you, please let me in.”
Her eyes started tearing up again, gasping a bit to get herself together as she removed the covers off of her and stood up. She walked to the door, taking a deep breath, not ready to face anyone.
Steve waited patiently as he heard her steps, the happiness he felt when he heard her unlock the door vanishing in a second when he saw the state she was in. Her dark curly bob was a mess, clearly not being washed or brushed in days, face and eyes red and puffy from crying, tear stains down her face. But what hurt him the most, was to see her wearing Eddie’s Hellfire t-shirt. Seeing her like this broke his heart- how did the spunky, sassy, funny girl he knew turn into this empty shell?
“Hi,” she mumbled, not looking up at him.
“Hey, honey,” Steve whispered. She moved aside to let him in, and closed the door behind her. Steve took a look around her room, noticing all the tissues crumbled on the floor, her unmade bed, the clothes on the floor…
Dawn sat down on the edge of the bed, still not looking up at Steve, playing with the hem of Eddie’s shirt.
“You saw me, I’m fine. You can leave.” She said under her breath, making Steve’s worried frown become deeper.
“How about you and I go to the library, get some books, then go get some ice cream? We can get cookie dough ice cream if you want. That’s your favorite, right?” Steve sat down next to her, a hand on her shoulder.
“I don’t want to go out. I’m fine. I want to be alone.”
Steve sighed. He stood up and, placing his hands on his hips, he spoke.
“Dawn, look at me.” He said with a stern - yet gentle - tone to his voice. But the girl in front of him didn’t look up. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this, you know that.”
Dawn snapped her head up at him, an angry look on her face as her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Oh yeah?” she said through her teeth.
“How do you know, huh?” She took a deep breath. “Maybe if he didn’t want me to be like this, he would’ve gone up the rope. Maybe if he didn’t want me to be like this, he wouldn’t have gone back.” She stood up and walked towards Steve. She could see that moment again, playing across her mind like a film, a film she never wanted to see again but it kept playing over and over without stopping.
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“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin shouted as the demobats were about to destroy the door to Eddie’s room in the Upside Down.
“We gotta get out of here!” Dawn said, walking backwards and holding her shield as she did.
“Let’s go! Let’s go!” Eddie screamed as he and Dawn faced the door to protect Dustin as he climbed up the rope.
Once they heard Dustin fall into the other side, they turned to look at each other. “It’s your turn, princess,” Eddie whispered, looking her straight in the eye as she nodded and dropped her spear and shield.
Jumping up, she grabbed a hold of the rope and pulled herself up as fast as she could, losing her breath once she hit the mattress on the other side, Dustin pulling her up and off it.
“Eddie, come on!” Dustin urged, standing up next to the mattress as both he and Dawn looked up at Eddie as he dropped his weapons and jumped to grab the rope.
But, when he heard the door to his room cracking, Eddie stopped moving.
“Eddie?” Dawn said, watching Eddie turn to look at the door. “Eddie come on!” She shouted, fear marking her features.
“Eddie, you’re so close! Let’s go!” Dustin urged, jumping on the mattress.
Fear took over Dawn as she watched Eddie let go of the rope and look up at her and Dustin. “Eddie, what are you doing?!” She said quickly, going to climb the rope, but Dustin grabbed her around the waist to stop her. “Dustin, let me go! Eddie!”
She escaped Dustin’s grip and jumped on the rope, starting to pull herself up when she felt gravity taking her down. She looked up and saw Eddie with his spear in hand, moving the mattress off the floor. She looked next to her and saw the rope. He cut the rope. Eddie cut the rope.
“Munson how dare you!” She shouted at him as she stood up.
“Eddie, stop! Stop!” Dustin begged him.
“Eddie, don’t do this!” She screamed as tears started to pool in her eyes.
“I love you, princess.” He said, with a bow, then turned up to look up at them again one last time.
“Eddie, what are you doing?!” Dustin asked.
“I’m buying more time,” Eddie replied, then ran out of the trailer.
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Dawn’s breath was picking up as she stared up at Steve, glaring at him as her whole body shook from the anger she was feeling.
“If he didn’t want me to be like this, maybe he wouldn’t have left me! Maybe he-” A sob interrupted her as her shaking legs gave up and she fell to the floor.
Steve watched as Dawn kneeled on the floor, a hand covering her mouth and her other arm holding her up, back shaking as the sobs wracked her body.
“Y-you weren’t there!” She said between sobs. “You don’t know what happened, you didn’t see it!”
She continued sobbing for what felt like an eternity for her, letting out all the tears that; even though she’d cried nonstop during the past two weeks; she felt like she was crying all the tears she had saved from that day.
Steve kneeled down next to her slowly, careful not to startle her, and gently placed a hand on her back, running it up and down her spine.
“Then talk to me, Dawn,” he whispered. “Tell me what happened.”
Dawn sniffed, leaning her shoulder on Steve’s shoulder. “I… I see it happening, again and again, every day, Steve. It-it’s like I’m there again, and-and-and I just can’t take it.” She whispered.
Steve stayed quiet, allowing her to breathe her way through this, continuing to rub her back.
“It was horrible, Steve. He… he was surrounded by the bats and-and I couldn’t get to him soon enough.” She said, gaze far away, eyes glassy. “J-just a tornado of bats around him, attacking him… I saw him go down,” she sniffed, “I-I-I ran as fast as I could to get to him, but I… I just wasn’t fast enough…”
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“Eddie!” Dawn screamed as she ran, watching as a demobat wrapped its tail around Eddie’s neck, dragging him down. She could hear Dustin behind her screaming for Eddie, but the poor boy had hurt his ankle when he fell into the Upside Down, not waiting for Dawn to set up the mattress for him.
Through the screeches from the demobats, she could hear Eddie’s cries as they bit into his flesh, making her run faster than she ever run before.
Just as she was about to reach him, the demobats went all down, as if they had died at the same time. Dawn hesitated for a moment, looking at Eddie laying on the floor, not able to see his chest rising.
“No…” she whispered, “no no no no, Eddie!” She then sprinted to him, Dustin right behind her. The moment she reached him, she kneeled down and pulled his face to her, his beautiful brown eyes in pain, but the moment his eyes found hers, he smiled a blood-covered smile.
“Hello, princess.” He mumbled through his teeth, clearly in pain.
“You’re- you’re gonna be okay. We-we just have to get you up and to a hospital, okay?” She said as she pulled him up to her lap. “Dustin, help me get him up!”
“I need a minute, princess.”
“O-okay…” Dawn whispered, trying to keep her tears at bay, Dustin sitting next to her.
“I didn’t run away this time, right?” Eddie said through clenched teeth, but with a smile.
Dustin shook his head rapidly, whispering “no” over and over.
“No, baby, you didn’t run,” Dawn said through a teary chuckle.
“You’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay, Henderson?”
“No, Eddie. You’re gonna do that yourself!” Dustin said, barely able to keep himself from crying.
“Eddie we’re getting you out of here!” Dawn said, tears freely falling down her cheeks.
“Say it, Henderson” Eddie whispered.
“I’m… I’m gonna look after them,” Dustin’s voice broke as he said it.
“Thank you, man. I love you.” Eddie said, looking at Dustin.
“I love you, too.” He whispered.
Eddie then turned to Dawn, who squeezed her eyes shut as she sobbed.
“Lady Dawn…” Eddie whispered, his hand weakly looking for hers, but squeezing it tightly when he found it. “Look at me, darling.” She did, seeing Eddie’s gentle smile.
“This is our year, baby. We’re gonna graduate, and we’ll get married right after.” He said making her laugh a bit.
“Going straight to Vegas.” She replied with a broken voice.
“Getting married by an Elvis impersonator and the whole shabang.” He said as tears ran down his face.
“I love you, princess.” He whispered, eyes locked on hers as he took off one of his rings.
“I love you too, Eddie.” She whispered.
“Take this”, he said, placing the ring in her palm, not taking his eyes off of her. She nodded, taking his hand in hers and raising it to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
Eddie started choking then, eyes slowly losing focus as a tear ran down the side of his face.
“No- Eddie don’t! Eddie don’t leave me!” Dawn begged him.
“No no no Eddie!” Dustin cried.
Neither of them could stop Eddie from taking his last breath, both falling on him as they cried on his chest for their lost friend and, in Dawn’s case, the love of her life.
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“He died in my arms, Steve,” she mumbled, eyes still on her hands. “He died in my arms and I couldn’t help him.”
“I…I had to leave his body down there, I couldn’t even give him a proper funeral! He’s still down there and there is nothing I can do about it!” She sniffed, and Steve turned to wrap his arms around her and bring her towards him, letting her cry into his chest as she wrapped her arms around his torso.
“And…” she sobbed, “And this fucking town still calling him a murderer when he was a fucking hero! He sacrificed himself for them, and they still think he’s a monster when he’s not!” Her voice broke. “My Eddie was sweet, funny, gentle, soft, and a hero!”
Steve kept quiet as she went on, knowing that she needed to let it out. He just rocked her back and forth slowly, running his hand through her hair.
“I just… if I only could trade places with him…” She whispered.
“How do you think he’d feel if you were gone?” Steve whispered back, “Don’t you think he’d be just as sad as you are right now?”
Dawn kept quiet after that. She knew Steve was right, but she just couldn’t find it in her to live without him in her life.
“I know you miss him, and I know his loss hurts so much, but try thinking of the happy memories you had with him, and try to think that he’d want you to live your life to the fullest.”
Pictures of Eddie went through Dawn’s mind as Steve ran his fingers through her hair. When they first met on his second time as a senior. When she started tutoring him. When he realized her favorite bands were Queen and Aerosmith. When he asked her out and took her on their first date - burgers and milkshakes. When he asked her to be his girlfriend and when he kissed her for the first time - a picnic under the stars at Lover’s Lake. All the times they cuddled under the covers after sex in his trailer… all the beautiful memories they made together that she won’t ever forget.
“And,” Steve continued in a soft tone, “you can go out there, help us destroy the Upside Down, and you can avenge him. Prove to this hellhole what kind of man Eddie really was.”
Dawn looked up at him through wet lashes, Steve looking down at her with a soft smile. “What do you say, honey?”
Sniffing, Dawn let go of Steve’s torso and stood up, wiping the tears off her face. She walked towards her vanity and grabbed one of her old necklaces, taking the charm off it. She opened a drawer and stuck her hand in, grabbing something Steve couldn’t see. She placed it inside the chain and wrapped it around her neck, turning to look at Steve.
It was then that Steve could see Eddie’s skull necklace around her neck, making him smile a bittersweet smile.
“Let’s do it.”
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Oh I'd love to see a yandere burger Gil concept please.
I'm going to be different and include both Grunt/G03LM! Gil and Zed! Gil instead of just Zed! Gil
Yandere! Burger Gil Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Worshipping behavior, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Mukbang fetish implied, Consumption of rotten flesh, Vomit, Death, Delusional behavior.
- Gil seems like someone who'd be very nice and polite to his guests.
- He's famous and everyone loves his burgers.
- This first section of the concept will be for Gil before the fall of Nexus City.
- Gil may fall for a regular or a worker of his.
- You'd have to see him often for him to fall for you.
- Gil may adore the cute regular that comes into his restaurant for some grub, always sitting by the counter.
- He greets you personally, showing up whenever Victor tells him you're here.
- That or Gil waits eagerly to see you come in for work, greeting you kindly to start the day.
- Either way he comes off as so nice, mostly due to being G03LM.
- He may even miss you whenever you aren't with him.
- Victor always talks to you about Gil, he most likely mentions Gil's depressive behavior when you aren't there.
- If he likes you enough, prepare to be hooked up with free food.
- Gil likes it when you eat his food, eagerly watching you while he pushes a new plate towards you.
- At this point it's tradition.
- He'd take compliments you give him to heart.
- He can be so sweet towards you, which is rare in a place like Nevada.
- Gil would not mind hugs, in fact if you're alone he may encourage them.
- He seems like such a huggable guy.
- Gil would be pretty tame when he's not infected.
- He waits for you eagerly to enter his establishment, giddy to see you again.
- Victor likes to tease you about Gil.
- Commenting on how Gil acts like a puppy around you, eager to see you happy and eating his food/helping him.
- Ngl, this sounds like he has a mukbang fetish, as in he loves just watching you eat-
- He isn't really that sadistic compared to most in Nevada, he just likes seeing you around him all the time!
- In a way this may make Gil manipulative.
- Gil as a G03LM would be Manipulative, Clingy, Delusional and Obsessive
- Gil as a zed would be the same just he'd be more Delusional and Feral.
- As a zed, he isn't mentally there as much as he is when not infected.
- His brain is rotting, although he still fixates on you.
- How you could meet him is accidentally stumbling upon him when being chased by zeds.
- That or he knew you before Nexus City fell and is ready to see his regular once again!
- This is where it gets a bit... disgusting.
- Gil still likes to watch you eat his cooking-
- Except when he's a zed, his cooking is rotten flesh.
- He never likes it when you turn it down, either.
- Gil may even bite you, accidentally or on purpose.
- Luckily, if he did bite you then you can eat his cooking-
- Along with ignore most of what's going on as you'll be a zed.
- If you are not turned into a zed then your life is hell with Gil.
- The rotten flesh makes you vomit.
- You can't leave as Gil's your only protection against other zeds.
- Also, Gil's affection would be cute if he didn't smell like a corpse and burned flesh.
- To put it bluntly, you will not live long with Gil when he's a zed.
- His obsession is pretty basic when a zed as he can't process much.
- Although if your life is threatened and you come to him for help, he can be pretty ruthless.
- They'll become his next burger if they harm you.
- That or he'll mistake your panic for excitement, happy you made new friends.
- Which, again, leads to an unfortunate fate for you.
- If he remembers you as a regular or a worker he will try to do what he did while still a G03LM.
- Hugs, cooking, etc...
- Even if it's disturbing and disgusting.
- In this state, you still make him happy.
- Even when you plan to kill him to escape, he accepts whatever you do with open arms.
- He's hopelessly in love with you no matter what version he is...
- You'll always be his favorite regular/employee.
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Notice how when he says this it almost sounds like hes gritting his teeth. This is only canon that he suppresses his rage
And since its canon he has a temper, this is almost definite
but why would he need to so badly?
I get not to cause more drama but its almost as if
-gasp-
Its almost as if hes already still fucking cursed and hes trying to keep calm, or atleast hes afraid of what would happen if he did lose control again
(Like @lilacartsmadsion said its only manifesting now)
I know this is a longshot but
The fact he says it with the normal sprite too instead of the angry sprite
Ooooo...
Ngl I lowkey hc that he is more easily agitated now bc he's as depressed as it gets rn sghdgd
I could see him being scared of becoming that creature again and avoiding triggers to said transformation.
The mans is fighting for his life out here to try not to get pissed-
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I want to condense "Vows" into pills, and crush them up, and snort it into my brain. You will never know the raw effects this fic has on me. I was rolling and sobbing in bed last night because of it.
Like him telling her that it's okay because where she's going pain doesn't follow. You fucked me up with that one girlie, you did.
Im so proud of that line ngl it sounds amazing 😩💅💅 I really loved making Sukuna suffer in this fic, like I love him but you know what maybe he deserves to have his beloved pet die of an incurable illness. Maybe next time they come around in his life he will think twice about lashing out, demeaning them and doing other ugly things Sukuna does..
But wow I truly didn't expect ppl would be this affected by it, I didn't know I had it in me to write something this impactful!! (which i judge based off the amount of replies and asks i got, which is.. more than for any other fic i posted so far 😭)
Thank you so much for reading and supporting my work!! The next thing won't be this depressive I promise <3
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