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chelseeebe · 6 months

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promise.

eddie knows about covering bruises and pretending to be fine all too well. but can he save the one woman he thinks he’s ever loved?

a/n: ok i’ve been a bit shit the last few weeks and this is genuinely the only thing i could conjure up but forewarning, it is sad and it does mention some pretty heavy topics that i know aren’t for everyone so i completely understand if u don’t want to read! my adhd riddled brain has already started a part two which does have a happy ending

title based on promise - ben howard i just thought it was a really lovely song and fits well with part two

read part two here.

18+. mdni! mentions of domestic violence, not explicitly described but the injuries are there and it is referred to multiple times throughout (eddie is not the perpetrator). smut. v much hurt/no comfort but not for long.

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eddie is positively wrecked.

who would have ever guessed working in a shoddy, run-down bar would be so fucking tiring?

graham had said that if he picked up a few shifts at the hideout a week, then corroded coffin could play once a month. a guaranteed slot and he got paid? this was like heaven to him.

he just hadn’t expected the little bar to be so exhausting. he supposes that his lack of work experience and the fact he was used to doing sweet fuck all most of the time was to blame. that’s not his fault. not really. after finally graduating high school a year or so ago, he just hadn’t found any work in the tiny town.

on one particularly boring mid-week shift, eddie’s sat behind the bar doodling on the back of an old receipt, tapping his foot along to the kiss tune playing on the stereo. wouldn’t be his first choice but he’s not complaining.

‘you coming for a smoke?’ you exclaim suddenly, causing his head to jolt up, running the biro over his shitty drawing, ruining it completely.

‘uh.. then who would be on the bar?’ he utters, quickly hiding the doodle before you could judge it. not that he thinks you would, but just in case.

‘eddie, it’s dead,’ you say flatly, looking around at the empty tables.

truth be told, he hadn’t seen another soul bar from you and graham since he’d arrived which was odd for a thursday. assuming that the usual bums that lined the dusty old stools were otherwise engaged today. that or they just hadn’t been paid yet.

‘oh.. yeah, okay,’ he nods, hopping down from the stool and grabbing his jacket. you’re already gone, bounding off down the hall to the fire exit you all used for smoke breaks.

eddie’s still fairly new and very rarely got invited on the group breaks. which was fine, he just wished that you’d all take it in turns so that he could smoke too. he gets it though, like he talks enough but yet not enough to really make friends with any of you.

you’re leaning back against the brick wall, cigarette hanging from your lips, ‘you got a lighter?’

it’s not like he’d been staring or thought about it that much, but he’d noticed how breathtakingly beautiful you were on his second shift. okay, maybe that’s a lie. he’d thought about it a lot. but anyway, he’d been utterly in awe at the way you handled the drunks, brushed off their creepy comments and stood your ground no matter how angry or persistent they were being. he admired that and just wished that he had even a smidgen of the confidence you had.

he fumbles in his pocket for the lighter, clumsily handing it over before getting his own pack out. it feels wrong to look you in the eye, god that sounded pathetic. you were older, far cooler than he was and positively stunning. if he remembers correctly, you must’ve been a couple grades above him at school but had left long before he graduated.

‘thanks,’ passing the lighter back to him, fingers ever so slightly brushing against his. it’s like electricity sparks through his veins.

he really needs to get a grip.

‘you enjoyin’ it here?’ you ask, eyes intimidating as they bore into his.

‘it’s okay.. tiring though,’ he shrugs, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact despite his inability to look pretty girls in the eye.

‘yeah.. you’ll get used to it,’ you chuckle, the smoke flowing out of your lips perfectly. he’s so pathetically down bad for you and you have literally no idea.

‘how long have you worked here?’ longing to keep the conversation flowing.

‘shit.. too long,’ chuckling as you take another drag. eddie could listen to that sound all day. ‘i think i was eighteen when i started so..’ pretending to count on your fingers, ‘six years?’

eddie blows the air out of cheeks, he’s probably be in a similar position if he’d have just graduated when he was supposed to so he can’t exactly pass judgement.

‘i think we went to school together, i mean, you were a couple grades above me but i remember you,’ hoping that that didn’t sound as creepy out loud like it did in his head.

‘oh shit, really?’ your eyes narrow, trying to place him though it’s obviously not going to happen, ‘i don’t remember you.. i’m so sorry,’ playfully hitting his arm.

the connection is enough to keep his delusions going for at least another month.

‘it’s fine, didn’t think you would,’ not many people did to be honest. he tosses his cigarette into the overflowing makeshift ashtray, waiting for you to lead the way back inside.

‘hey, it was a long time ago, i’m old now!’ you joke, walking back through the dim hall back to the bar. he tries his hardest not to let his gaze slip to you ass but he swears it’s only for a second.

the bar’s still dead, the stereo now blaring out some madonna tune he hated.

‘ugh.. turn this one off,’ he mutters, mostly to himself as he repositions himself back on his perch.

‘what?’

‘i hate this song.’

your jaw drops in faux-offence, ‘i made this mixtape you asshole,’ going to shove him off of the stool, ‘i can’t believe you can’t drop the cool guy act for one second to appreciate some madonna,’ laughing as you start collecting glasses.

his frown turns into an immediate grin, begging for your forgiveness as he starts to bop his head along to the beat. it’s not like anyone would see him and hell, even if they did, he didn’t care. not if it made you smile.

‘holy fuck, you been fightin’ with the door again?’ james remarks, pulling eddie’s eyes from his paper to spot you rushing into the bar.

your head is ducked, flashing the older man your middle finger, disappearing into the back before eddie can properly get a glimpse of your face.

but he knows.

there’d been a handful of times that you’d come in wearing a massive sweater instead of your usual low-cut tops and when you reached for something high up, the sleeve would reveal just enough for him to see the dark blue marks on your wrist.

he’d never been sure, not until now. but his stomach drops the second his brain puts two and two together.

ditching the paper and that asshole james behind the bar to slink off into the back, approaching the tiny staff room with the upmost caution. it’d never be wise to start throwing accusations around but he’s not stupid. eddie had watching his mom go through the exact same shit for years. knew all the tricks in the book to cover up bruises, cried his heart out every time his mom went back to his asshole dad.

only god knows how many times he’d planned out his fathers death. anger brimming in his tiny body the second he heard raised voices.

he knocks gently on the door, watching as you hurriedly wipe the makeup onto your eye. it’s not doing much, in fact, it’s not doing anything at all. the purple shining through undeniably.

‘you okay?’ practically whispering as he enters the room, knocking the door shut behind him. james’ comment had meant that this obviously wasn’t the first time you’d come into work with such horrid markings.

you sigh, giving up on attempting to cover it, slamming the metallic compact back into your locker. ‘i’m okay.. i’m fine,’ refusing to turn and face him.

you’re obviously not okay and it hurts eddie to know that there’s absolutely nothing he can do to help. instead, he takes a seat on the communal bench, if nothing else, he’d lend his ear for whatever story you wanted to tell him.

‘what happened?’ he dares to ask, not expecting to know the truth but it felt better than silence.

you sniff, closing your locker and finally facing him head on. there’s pain and guilt wracked all over your face, ‘i’m just.. clumsy,’ shoulders slumping, ‘i tripped..’

‘clumsy?’

you were anything but. eddie had watched you balance trays full of glasses without spilling a single drop. maybe other people bought your story but he didn’t. he couldn’t.

there’s a short silence and eddie shuffles, patting the empty space beside him, ‘you don’t have to lie to me.’ he swallows his anger, lets it rest in his stomach for a later date. there’s no doubt that if he got the opportunity, he’d kill the asshole that did this to you.

you swallow, reluctantly perching on the bench, ‘why are you even asking when you already know?’ not quite meeting his eyes, staring off somewhere into the distance.

‘i don’t know.. didn’t wanna pressure you..’ he’s familiar with the whole routine. the denial from his mother had broken his heart at such a young age even though he wasn’t stupid.

you blink, meeting his eyes for the first time, ‘he didn’t mean to.. was my fault,’ wiping the back of your hand against your sodden cheeks.

even hearing the words makes him inexplicably frustrated. not with you of course, but with the fact that you can’t see how much you don’t deserve that.

‘i don’t think you could do anything to deserve that,’ motioning towards your blackened eye. he’s not going to push it but he needs you to know that he’s here and would quite happily wrap his hands around that bastards neck.

‘you know.. my dad used to hit my mom,’ swallowing the large lump that had gathered in his throat, but finds enough strength to continue, ‘she was the nicest lady in the world.. she didn’t deserve that and neither do you,’ licking his suddenly parched lips. it wasn’t an easy topic then and it certainly isn’t now.

he’s not particularly ever open about what happened to his mom but if it convinced you even a tiny bit to leave him, it’d be worth it.

there’s a beat, followed by a muffled sniff but you’re nodding, staring down at the grimy tiles rather than his face. eddie reckons that he’d be overstepping his mark if he did what he wanted and leant over to hug you. so he doesn’t. putting a sympathetic hand on your shoulder instead.

‘you’re an angel, you know that?’ the hints of a smile creeping onto your lips.

‘yeah i know,’ he scoffs, bashing his shoulder into yours, only gently.

‘shut up,’ knocking him straight back.

you get up from the bench, puffing your cheeks out as you take one last look into the mirror.

it’s a gut-wrenching, awful sight and god forbid eddie has to ever see you like that again.

perhaps rather naively, eddie assumes everything is fine for the next few weeks.

understandably, you’re a bit subdued for a few days but you do revert back to your usual bubbly self come friday evening. no more bruises, no more groaning when you change the keg and absolutely zero mention of your wretched boyfriend.

so when he pulls into his gravel driveway one gloomy saturday night, he’s aghast to see you perched on his trailer steps. blinking through his headlights, soaked through from the rain with a busted lip and a torn shirt to match.

he near enough launches himself from his van, rushing over to your hunched over frame. damn near falling over his feet to get to you.

‘what the hell happened?’

you stand, clinging onto your poorly packed rucksack, ‘i.. i didn’t know where else to go,’ utterly defeated, any traces of life drained from your face.

he doesn’t say another word, bundling you into the trailer, slamming the lights on to get a proper look of you. his hands firmly on your drenched shoulders as he examines your injuries. your lip is cracked, the blood had wept from the cut and dried on your chin.

it’s awful. knocks him sick just to see you like this. your cheeks are stained with a mixture of rain and he presumes tears, hair hanging limp around your beautiful face.

‘what happened?’ he says softly, studying your face. he notices the small gash on your forehead, using everything within himself not to storm out of that door in a murderous rage.

your mouth opens but no words come out. it’s not as if he can’t put two and two together, he just doesn’t understand how it got to this point after last week.

‘it’s okay.. c’mon let’s get you out of these clothes,’ he blinks, collecting himself before taking your sopping wet bag. the clothes had all suffered in the downpour, damp and unwearable.

so he leads you into his cramped room, hastily rummaging through his drawers for something you can wear.

it’s a little self-indulgent and completely the wrong time but his heart flutters when you reappear out of the bathroom sporting his tee and a pair of old gym shorts. now showered and without the blood stains on your face, it’s a welcome sight.

‘better?’ he offers, though he knows a shower could never really help.

you nod, pulling the sleeves down over your hands. it’s so adorable and eddie seriously has to fight his compulsion to just pull you into his arms. he knows there’s no way he can protect you from everything but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

‘you want a drink? beer?’

your eyes light up, a minuscule smirk appearing on your battered lips. he’s sure wayne would understand why he came home to a non-existent six pack. the berating would be worth it to see you smile again.

he collapses onto the couch next to you, beer in hand as he watches you slowly relax. delighted that he could offer a safe space for you, even if it did come with some very complicated feelings.

that night, admittedly very creepily, he watches as you sleep. terrified to fall asleep in his makeshift bed on the floor in case you needed him.

at some point in the last two weeks, eddie had gone from sleeping on the floor to sleeping in his bed next to you. you’d told him it was far too cold for him on the floor and he should just get in. which he did, with great pleasure. there was nothing to it of course, but a few times he’d woken up to your leg entangled with his or your face pressed against his back.

everything had just got a whole lot more comfortable. rides to work, cooking for one another and some shared looks that he’d been unable to put his finger on. not wanting to believe they had any deeper meaning but at the same time, he knew that that wasn’t how friends looked at each other.

it’s a rare night you both have off, sat in the trailer watching halloween, neither of you really interested in what’s going on on the screen. there’s an inexplicable tension in the air tonight, you’re quieter than usual which eddie doesn’t like.

‘you okay?’ he dares to ask. he’d felt a little overbearing those first few days, constantly checking on you to make sure you were okay.

‘hmm? oh, i’m okay,’ setting your bottle of beer on the table, ending up much closer to him when you sit back.

‘you sure? you’re quiet,’ keen not to let on that he was absolutely buzzing about your close proximity.

‘just thinking.’

‘about?’

you let out a soft breath, twisting around to look at him fully. the only times he’d been this close to you were in bed where he laid and listened to your soft snores and when you’d been covered in injuries. neither one were exceptionally great circumstances.

‘you,’ you blink up at him, smiling just enough to make his heart skip a beat.

‘me?’ he can’t decipher whether that’s a good thing or not.

‘mhm.’

‘what about me?’

you don’t respond for what feels like an eternity but your gaze lowers, glancing at his lips and back to his eyes. if he weren’t staring directly into your bright eyes, he’d have missed it.

‘i really want to kiss you,’ you say, so brazenly that eddie’s not quite sure if he’s heard you correctly, almost sputtering on his breath as the words process.

‘you.. you wanna kiss me?’ trying hard not to sound so astounded. pretty girls didn’t want to kiss eddie, not like this.

you nod, ‘can i?’

there are stars in his eyes, blood pumping around his limbs at an alarming rate. his head is fuzzy and if he weren’t sitting, he’d probably have fainted.

‘please,’ he chokes, desperately forcing the word out before it becomes impossible.

your palms are soft as they caress his cheek, wishing that he’d shaved before this had unfolded. his heartbeat stutters, bubbling with anticipation as you lean in, gentle lips locking onto his as his eyes flutter shut.

this is it. he’d dreamt of kissing you for weeks, practiced on his hand an embarrassing amount of times and yet still nothing could’ve prepared him for how earth shattering this felt. his heart is practically jumping out of his chest and he’s sure you can feel it thumping against yours.

it’s as if fate had bought the two of you together, moving against each other in perfect harmony. if he died tomorrow, he’d die a happy man.

your hand creeps down onto his chest, holding yourself upright as you shift onto your knees. do you want to have sex with him? is this actually happening? his fingertips vibrate as they connect with your waist, like you weren’t even real and just a figment of his overactive imagination.

the second your lips part from his, he wants to cry, pull you back in and never let go. the absence of contact makes him whine, opening his eyes to see yours gazing back, they look different. different to how you’ve ever looked at him before, full of something unspeakable.

‘do you want to?’ you ask quietly into the minimal space between you.

eddie wants to so bad, more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. nodding hurriedly to let you know just how eager he is. there’s not a chance in hell he’d let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

your lips twitch into a smile at his permission, fingers curling around the hem of his shirt.

but before you get any further, the trailer door clicks open and wayne is stood in the doorway, pizza box in hand accompanying his unimpressed scowl. ‘okay well, i think that’s enough of that,’ he grumbles, shuffling into the trailer as you climb off eddie’s lap, back into your own spot.

‘sorry wayne.. i didn’t know you were back so early,’ his cheeks burning, bashful as ever. it wasn’t enough for wayne to walk in on that but he was always now straining against his jeans, trying desperately to hide the tent while you reshuffle, pulling your shorts back down to a more appropriate length.

‘yeah yeah whatever,’ his uncle shakes his head, trundling over to the couch and tossing the box onto the cluttered coffee table, ‘move over boy, i wanna watch my programme,’ collapsing into the empty seat beside his nephew with a deep, guttural sigh.

the two of you share a sly smirk, tuning in to whatever shit wayne had put on without saying another word. stifling your laughter with a piece of pizza as eddie tries and fails to discretely pull a pillow onto his lap.

it’s hours later when you both crawl into bed and eddie has checked five times that wayne’s actually asleep before he gets to kiss you again.

bundled up under the covers when you pull him on top of you, your face gloriously basked in the bright moonlight shining in. it’s breathtaking.

‘you want to?’ you ask again, as if his answer had changed in those few hours.

he nods, his curls brushing fall down and brush against your cheek, ‘have you.. before?’ you ask cautiously. he’s not offended, even if he should be.

he has had sex before. only twice. when ellen had first joined hellfire, they had sorta had a year long fling which had ended after they had sex and ellen realised that maybe she didn’t actually like men. that was a super boost to his confidence. and then at senior prom when tina took great pity on him and somehow they ended up having sex in the back of his van.

he nods anyway, granted he’s not the most experienced but he’ll sure as hell try.

‘good,’ you smile, warm thighs wrapping around his torso as you reconnect your lips. it’s soft, gentle even. world’s apart from his previous encounters. this felt real, like you weren’t just kissing because you had to but because you wanted to.

it’s too cold in the trailer to care about removing your clothes, though he’s sure that’ll change in a minute. focussing on getting his tongue inside of your mouth, rutting against your pajama shorts. the friction causing his already semi-hard dick to rise, unable to contain the moan from escaping.

a smirk flashes across his face as his hand drags your shorts down your legs, savouring every moment of being able to touch your bare, supple skin. his hand makes its way back up your legs, repositioning the one he could grasp back around his lower back.

he has trouble getting his boxers down, too excited to focus on being smooth about it. appreciating the feel of your hand tugging the fabric down. you’re barely kissing at this point, your lips connecting with the corner of his mouth, all messy as the anticipation takes over.

‘you sure?’ he asks, gazing down at you with hooded eyes. he could just about remember what to do. sending a quick prayer upstairs to not let him be utterly useless.

‘i’m sure,’ you breathe, the feel of your fingers tangled into the hair that covered the back of his neck.

‘okay..’ he nods, mostly to himself as he wraps a head around his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. taking a brief moment to just capture this moment in preparation of it never happening again.

the pleasure overcomes his body as he slides in, already almost losing himself as he fills you up. a soft moan escapes your lips, gripping onto his neck. he is acutely aware that his uncle is asleep on the other side of the old trailer so he muffles his face into your neck, lips connecting with your jaw bone, kissing any and every bit of skin exposed to him.

sex had never felt like this before. at best, it had felt slightly better than when he jerked off, but this was something else. eddie knows it’s cliche and is definitely only because you feel so fucking good around him, but it’s as if you were made for each other.

hands pressed into the pillow so hard that he wouldn’t be surprised if there were a permanent dent either side of your head. using everything within himself not to start hollering, eyes fluttering shut against your neck. he moves in and out at an agonisingly slow pace. the small room filling with the sounds of your soaking wet cunt. its undeniable to anyone with ears and he just hopes to god that wayne is still asleep.

his own low groans vibrating against your cheek, mouth hanging open as his thrusts grow faster. you’re panting softly directly into his ear, spurring him on. despite the feel of your perfect cunt around him, the best feeling is knowing that he’s making you feel good.

‘h-holy shit,’ he mumbles nonsensically into the crook of your neck, not allowing himself to come for air because he know that the second he looks at your face, he’ll cum.

your one hand is splayed out on his upper back, the other holding onto his sweaty neck beneath his mop of hair. whining his name into his ear, driving him into a frenzy with the sound of your breathy voice, desire rippling through your moans. he should tell you to be quiet but that’d be cruel and he’d rather take the shame of wayne knowing than not hearing you.

your legs shift higher the position allowing him to reach the golden spot, nudging the soft, spongy spot over and over. eddie figures you’re far more experienced than he is. with no offence meant to you but you obviously know what works. this is new territory for him, a closeness that he’d never known possible.

you’re engulfing him completely, every single one of his senses encompassed by you. you’re all he can see even with his eyes screwed shut, all he can hear, taste and smell. god knows you’re all he can feel, calves squeezing around his back and your perfect pussy tightening around him.

he groans, feeling his stomach begin to twist in that all too familiar feeling. orgasms had never felt so good, it’s like everything was dialled up to level ten. ‘i’m gonna.. shit- i’m gonna come,’ he babbles far too loudly.

every noise tumbling out of your mouth was pulling him closer, no record could ever come close to the sweet mewls that were slipping between your lips. his arms begin to tremble under his own weight. feeling your legs quivering around his waist as your orgasm begins to overtake your body, sinful noises echoing around the otherwise quiet trailer.

‘ohh fuck,’ he growls, feeling your walls clenching around him, it was like he’d been pushed over the edge. the only way he can begin to describe it was otherworldly, flashes of white light illuminate his eyelids.

images of your face accompany your honeyed whimpers and he has to pull out before he explodes. spurts of his release cover his hand and admittedly the back of your thigh. if he had any semblance of control, he’d have been embarrassed but he’s not exactly sure that he’s still on planet earth.

he dares to open his eyes, watching as your chest heaves below him clinging onto his forearm with desperate fingertips. you’re looking up at him as if he’s the only person you’d ever seen. mouth slack as you regain your breath.

‘jesus christ,’ he whispers, hand resting on your angled knee as he floats back down to your planet.

eddie clambers off of the bed with a grunt, wiping a hand over his sweaty face. reaching down to grab his previously discarded towel. it wasn’t the epitome of romance but he darent to leave his room, petrified that wayne had just heard that entire encounter.

he’s a gentleman, of course, running the towel over your thigh to clean his mess. offering you a tiny shrug as if to say sorry. rather suddenly he feels rather conscious of himself, refusing to look at you as his cheeks flame.

it’s ridiculous. he’d just been buried between your legs and yet now couldn’t even look you in the fucking eyes.

before he gets up again, your hand reaches out, curling around his t-shirt. ‘stop,’ using his shirt as leverage for you to sit up.

in one quick movement, you’re placing a tiny onto his lips. a reassurance he really shouldn’t have needed but he appreciates nonetheless.

‘don’t do that,’ you hush, millimetres from his face, the shadow of his broken blinds shine upon your cheek. it hurts him to know that someone would dare look at you and want to hurt you.

if it were possible, he’d take all of your pain and carry it with him instead.

‘okay..’ he nods, resisting the urge to apologise once again.

you giggle and it sounds like the heavens have opened, pulling his body on top of yours as his bed makes an almighty squeak. if wayne wasn’t already awake, he certainly would be now.

eddie doesn’t know where the fuck you are.

you hadn’t come back to the trailer after work last night and now you’re nowhere to be found. you were supposed to start half an hour ago but hadn’t turned up and now his heart is pounding, mind racing at the horrific possibilities of what could’ve happened.

at first, he’d thought maybe he said something wrong? he’d just thrown out the suggestion of going to get the rest of your things and moving them in here while you got back on your feet. he hadn’t meant to push you out, god no, that was the last thing he wanted.

maybe stupidly he had presumed you wanted your own space. whatever the hell was going on between you two was so fresh, he didn’t want to even chance fucking it up.

the guilt wracks his brain, tempted to drop everything to drive around this tiny town looking for you. he’s so stupid. should’ve just kept his mouth shut and enjoyed it while you were there.

he’s just about to tell james that he’s leaving when the door to the bar opens and a rough looking man comes through with you held tightly underneath his arm. your eyes avoiding his direction, staring at the floor as the mystery man ushers you towards the back, making himself comfortable at the bar.

eddie’s heart shatters into a million pieces, watching open mouthed as you disappear into the back.

judging by the look on james’ face, he recognises him, reluctantly pouring his beer as they engage in useless small talk.

‘thought i’d better sit in for her shift.. wouldn’t want her running off again,’ the man announces, beady eyes glaring right into his soul.

eddie knows who he is. he’d never seen him before but he could tell. they all had that sinister aura about them, like they could flip at any given moment. his dad was the same, walking on egg shells around him just in case he said the wrong thing or looked at him the wrong way.

you emerge from the staff room, still vehemently avoiding eye contact, a shell of the you he saw just yesterday. ‘hey.. you okay?’ eddie asks, but it falls flat as you walk off without so much as a look back towards him.

he can’t believe it, how you could be so different so quickly. as if the past few weeks you’d spent together had meant nothing. he can’t blame you. not really. it’s a cycle and he knows better than anyone that it takes a thousand attempts to actually break out of it.

his shoulders slump as he rushes out the back, refusing to look at that assholes face any longer. willing himself to get a grip and not jump over that bar to strangle the piece of shit right now.

a hand clamps down on his shoulder and for a brief moment he thinks he might be you until james clears his throat, shuffling on his feet behind him, ‘you can’t save her man,’ squeezing his shoulder firmly, ‘you think we haven’t tried?’

eddie sniffs, shrugging him off. he didn’t appreciate the patronising tone in which james was speaking to him.

because god knows, if he couldn’t save his mom, there’s no fucking chance he’s not saving you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x you #eddie munson x female reader smut

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strayingsocks · 8 months

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highschool au fem skk doodle!!

fem soukoku has been on my mind ... they're just so cute and fluffy ghrhrgr!!!!

under the cut are headcanons/backstory ?? i didn't mean to write this much but i got carried away </3

i see dazai as someone with shit posture because they're insecure about how lanky they look compared to the other people in class, even if she still teases chuuya for being short. she also wears opaque black stockings to hide her legs, and keeps her skirt long. she doesn't like how her hair is, but only chops it all off when she leaves for college. she's Very unpopular, but she doesn't really care. she prefers it that way, though she could do without the gossiping.

chuuya's a jock . she started growing her hair out at the start of highschool, and is the best student in sports in her class. she hates wearing her blazer, finding it restricting, even in winter. she tries to sneakily make her skirt shorter because she thinks it looks cooler, but she doesn't like that it limits how much she can do exercise wise (she likes running around and moving a lot). she's popular with her class, more so with the guys, both for her appearance and skills and for being kind to everyone despite her short temper.

dazai and chuuya are an unlikely duo- no one really gets why they hang out with one another so often. even though it seems like they hated each other at first, they're pretty much attached to the hip, and are very protective over one another. they walk home together, and dazai sleeps over at chuuya's whenever she can.

chuuya found dazai weird and rude at first, but now she's more fond of them, she would never admit that, though. she's the reason why dazai's hair hasn't devolved into a birds nest.

dazai found chuuya annoying and naive at first. ... she still finds her annoying. in an affectionate way. she likes to tease her to hear her roll her eyes, and seeing her face scrunch up.

there's more but i don't want to write too much ... and i haven't developed them completely yet JSHDB these are just doodles i did at college

THANK U FOR READING :3 don't mind typos i don't feel like reading it over SJHBDAJ

#my art #bungou stray dogs #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #soukoku #fem dazai #fem chuuya #genderbend #doodle #rkgk #THEY'RE JUST SILLY #chuuya was definitely way more scruffy and dirty as a kid #she still picks up bugs with her bare hands to the horror of dazai #girls being girls

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dailyrioranger · 5 months

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DAY 186 :

^^^ the background was supposed to be transparent but it's white .. now .. for some reason ... whatver ..

ANYWAY DTIYS RESULTS! im sorry for the wait, i was planning something way cooler for this but for reasons i couldnt, and i didnt want to keep you waiting any longer.. THIS WILL BE A LONG POST SO results under the cut !

FIRST OFF: i decided to change the prizes a little because i want to doodle something for everyone who participated... !!! So yeah!! also! you can see each one's pieces by clicking on the usernames written in orange <- like that

with no more to say, THE LONG AWAITED RESULTS ARE HERE!!!

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3rd PLACE GOES TO....!!!:

@evanescencefan101 & @averagecatdoodlesenjoyer !!!!!!

I could not choose just one.... i love these so much...

EVANESCENCEFAN101 i love your colors . i love the purple shading it looks SO GREAT and the epic face . Bye bye rio ... his expressions looks great too THIS IS JUST PERFECT I THINK thank you so much ...

AVERAGECATDOODLESENJOYER this left me SPEECHLESS i looove these paper cutout stuff so much. what are they called do they have a name . i love it so much ALSO THE EFFECTS it makes it look so cool... really cant put into words how much i love this

PRIZES:

TWO DOODLES OF ANYTHING YOU'D LIKE (It can be full body, half body, etc. and you can request more than one character per doodle)

ONE RANGER DOODLE REQUEST ^-^

MESSAGE ME FOR THE PRIZES!!!

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2nd PLACE GOES TO!!!:

@asoingbob !!!!!!

ASOINGBOB like you said, your style is very different and i think thats SO cool... this is impressive honestly, i love your shading and the expression looks very good. VERY well done ... love to see my piece adaptated in such a different artstyle I LOVE THIS... thank you so much!!!!!! also the clothes are very well drawn too. and i love the background wuaauuhhh....

PRIZES:

ONE HALF BODY DRAWING OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE !!!

A DOODLE OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE !!! (It can be full body, half body, etc. and you can request more than one character per doodle)

ONE RANGER DOODLE !!!!! YEAY :)

MESSAGE ME FOR THE PRIZES!!!

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NOW.... LAST BUT NOT LEAST....

@corvidcrowned !!!!!!! 🎉

CORVIDCROWNED throws confetti at you . your piece is just. WOW. WOOAH. it was one of the first submissions too... i'm amazed by your ability of drawing such cool stuff in such a short period of time !!! ALSO JUST. amazed by this piece in general... your rendering is so good... his expression too.. SO GREAT... i am a big fan of when people draw yttd dolls to look like theyre actually dolls i love the joints (<- is that what theyre called? like. the knees and elbows) and the wires this is amazing... THE LIGHTING.. he is the spotlight, it's like he's in a theatrical play... AND IM PRETTY SURE IVE SAID THAT BEFORE... when reblogging but... thats okay. ALSO HIS EYES ARE GLOWING ouhhgh i really cant express how much i love this ... this is so fucking cool thank you...

PRIZES:

A FULL DRAWING OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE!!!!

TWO DOODLES OF WHATEVER YOU'D LIKE!! (It can be full body, half body, etc. and you can request more than one character per doodle)

A RIO DOODLE REQUEST :3

MESSAGE ME FOR THE PRIZES!!!

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HONORABLE MENTIONS!!!!!:

EVERYONE ELSE!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Choosing the winners was a really hard decision to make... all of the pieces are so good... I felt bad not making something for some people so i decided to make a doodle for everyone who participated :] I'm so happy so many cool drawings were originated because of a drawing i made thank you...

if you participated in the DTIYS, send me a message telling me what you would like me to doodle for you!

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!

#rio500dtiys #ahh do i tag this ????#rio ranger #uhhm #ANYWAY... truly thank you....#i love all of the pieces so much... i would print them and stick them to my wall #some of you got VEEERY creative and i love it so much #THANK YOU....#also im sorry if any of this makes no sense... im about to sleep ... zzzz

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heartateasee · 6 hours

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“Chapter Three”

Word Count: 6.7k

(Chapter three to “Cherry Bomb” - please make sure to read the TW on the “Cherry Bomb” masterlist before proceeding.)

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“Marlowe Finch!” I hear my name being called across the sea of people in Mikey’s living room as Kailey and I enter his house. It’s then I look over and see the man himself, and a wide smile presses itself onto my lips.

“Mikey!” I squeal as I run over - wrapping my arms around his neck.

His arms are around my waist as he lifts me off the ground, and he twirls me around for a moment before setting me back down. “You look amazing! How’ve you been? How was the move?”

“I’ve been good,” I tell him with a nod. It wasn’t a complete lie. Even after everything that had happened in regards to Harry, I was still in a really good place. “And my house has been all set for a couple of weeks now. You’ll have to come over soon! Kailey and I have already had a movie night, but we should all jam like we used to.”

“Hell yeah, I’d love that,” Mikey says as he throws each of his arms around Kailey and I’s shoulders.

“How about you? How’s life?” I ask, and I can see he’s steering us towards the kitchen.

“Oh, just peachy, you know,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “I have no complaints though, honestly. Life is good.”

We get to the makeshift bar that he’s created on the counter, and he drops his arms from us to clap his hands together.

“Alright, ladies,” he gestures his hands towards all the bottles of liquor and mixers. “All the alcohol your heart could ever desire, and then in the cooler there at the end of the counter are a bunch of different beers. Please, help yourself to anything.”

“Thanks, Mikey,” Kailey and I say almost in unison, and I watch as he walks back into the living room to get lost in the crowd.

“I didn’t realize Mikey’s house was so big,” I muse as I reach for a solo cup - choosing a purple one as I see he has a bunch of different colored ones. There were also sharpies, so I grab one and I doodle a capital ‘M’ with a heart next to it. I don’t intend on leaving my cup anywhere unattended, but at least I can identify which one is mine.

“Yeah, he got some killer job a year and a half ago, and now he makes fucking bank,” Kailey says as we start to make our drinks.

I purse my lips to the side as I see fresh cherries, and I pluck a couple from the container - dropping them into my cup. I use a straw to crush them a little bit so the juice comes out, and then I grab club soda to fill about a quarter of my cup.

“What are you making?” Kailey peers over the lip of my cup, and I can see that she’s settled on whiskey on the rocks in her own.

“It’s a little cherry cocktail I got in the habit of making on the road,” I tell her as I grab the cranberry juice, only adding a smidge of that before reaching for the rum.

“Can I try it once you’re done? It looks yummy.”

“Yeah, of course,” I top the rest of my cup off with the rum, and I stir it all with a straw before taking a large sip. I hum softly when I realize I’ve made it perfectly, and I extend it out to Kailey. “It’s so good.”

Kailey wraps her lips around my straw, and I watch her eyes widen once the drink hits her tongue. “Holy shit, Marlowe,” she gasps. “That’s delicious. Will you make me one for me next drink?

“Absolutely.”

We turn our bodies to face the people in the living room - our lower backs resting against the counter behind us as I nibble on my bottom lip.

“That’s a lot of people,” Kailey sighs, and I nod.

“Yeah.”

After a moment, I reach out and grab her hand to intertwine our fingers together. “You know what? This is our first house party back together. Let’s enjoy it.”

Kailey smiles up at me, and we move into the crowd while keeping a tight hold on each other’s hands. We begin to dance together while sipping our drinks, and it’s then I recognize a few people from highschool, but a lot of the people here I’m completely unfamiliar with. Some people come over and talk to me, mostly wanting to know about touring, and others just wanting to know how many really famous people I’ve met.

I entertain them as best as possible, letting them know that I’ve only really met a handful of super famous people - the most famous probably being Joan Jett after a women in rock event that I was surprised I even got invited to. It was pretty early on after being signed to my label, and I was in complete awe the entire time.

I can’t help but cringe when half of the people ask me who Joan Jett is, and I force myself to end the conversations there - making up some excuse about needing to check on Kailey so I can get away.

My eyes search through the people, and I don’t see Kailey, so I start to make my way towards the little side room that branches off of the living room. You have to go through the main foyer of the house to get to it, and as I start to make my way there, the front door opens.

I look over and I’m immediately hit with piercing ivy colored eyes meeting mine. It’s then that I see a flash of blonde hair, and Rylan is peeking over his shoulder to see why he’s stopped in the doorway. “Harry, move,” she groans, moving his arm up so she can duck under it and make her way into the house.

Rylan hasn’t seen me yet, so I’m quick to move away from the two of them and continue on my search for Kailey. I really didn’t feel like dealing with all of that - especially on my own. I eventually locate Kailey leaning against the wall in the other room as she speaks to a guy I don’t recognize. I stop in my tracks, not wanting to disturb her and interrupt her conversation, but as I go to turn on my heel, I hear her call my name.

“Marlowe!” I turn around and look at her, shooting her a smile, and she gestures her hand for me to come over. I walk over, and she extends her hand out towards the guy. “You remember Connor, right? Mikey’s little brother?”

My eyes widen when I realize that’s who she’s been talking to. “Oh my god!” I exclaim, pulling him in for a quick hug.

He’s about four years younger than the lot of us, and the last time I saw him was when he was still a junior in highschool. “Hi Marlowe,” he says sweetly as he pats my back.

“I didn’t even recognize you! I’m so sorry,” I laugh as we pull away. “I would’ve come right over if I had realized. It’s like you’ve grown two feet since I last saw you.”

Connor tilts his head back with a laugh, and as he goes to speak, a redhead comes up by his side and wraps her arm around his waist. “Connor, come on! It’s our turn for beer pong!”

“I’ll see you guys around,” he says before walking away with the girl.

“That’s his girlfriend, Maisie,” Kailey states. “Highschool sweethearts, those two. They started dating in their senior year.”

I have to force myself not let my mind wander to how things could have maybe been different had I ever told Harry about my feelings for him. It’s not the time or the place to do that, and it also doesn’t matter anymore. The decisions that were made in the past were made for a reason, and there’s nothing that can change that.

Looking down at my drink, I see mine is almost empty as I clear my throat. “I’m almost out. Do you need another?” I ask tapping the side of my cup against Kailey’s.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

We lock fingers again so that we don’t lose each other, and we end up back in the kitchen. I keep my word of making Kailey a drink like mine for her second one with my back to everyone else around us, and it’s not until I hear Rylan’s voice that I close my eyes - not being able to help but cringe.

“Oh, Marlowe, I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

I swallow my pride, and I look over my shoulder at her - forcing a smile. “Mikey invited me, and I haven’t seen him since I’ve been back so…”

“I didn’t know you knew Mikey,” Rylan says as she tilts her head to the side.

“Marlowe knows everyone,” Kailey speaks up, and I can’t help but shoot her a smirk.

I do in fact not know everyone, but I know she’s trying to talk me up.

I finish up Kailey and I’s drinks, and I hand hers over as I turn around to completely face Rylan.

“And you’re Kailey, right?” Rylan asks as she starts to prepare herself a drink.

“In the flesh,” Kailey responds as she takes a sip of her drink, and I can see that Harry is also now heading into the kitchen. I hear Kailey scoff next to me, lowly enough so Rylan can’t hear, and she leans over to speak into my ear. “Am I supposed to be nice, or am I allowed to talk shit?”

I don’t get a chance to answer her as Harry steps behind Rylan, placing a hand on her hip to move her out of the way of the alcohol. “I got yours.”

My body moves closer to Kailey out of instinct, trying to get as far away from Harry as possible, and I take a sip of my drink as Rylan looks back over to me.

“Oh, Marlowe, I know I mentioned us all hanging out last time we saw each other. Harry and I are going out to a club tomorrow night with friends - if you want to join,” she looks over to Kailey. “You can come as well, Kailey.”

I look over to Kailey, and we both shrug. “I don’t see why not.”

I know that me saying that has to get under Harry’s skin, but that’s honestly what I want. I’m actually starting to feed off the fact that my presence bothers him so much. It feels like a little bit of payback for the hurt he’s put me through all these years.

“Are you two dating?” Rylan randomly asks.

I choke on my drink as I realize she’s alluding to Kailey and I, and I notice Harry’s movements stop. It takes a second or two before I hear Kailey’s hearty laugh fill the kitchen. “Who? Marlowe and I?”

“Well, yeah,” Rylan shrugs as she crosses her arms over her chest. “You guys are all glued to each other, and I saw you holding hands before I came into the kitchen.”

“Look, Ry, can I call you Ry?” Kailey asks as Harry peers over to us out of the corner of his eye before she continues to speak. “I happen to love me some ladies, and ladies only, however, we are not dating. Marlowe and I just go way back.”

“Yeah, Kailey, Mikey, Harry and I all used to be in a band together,” I state with a fake smile perched on my lips, and I hear the sound of a bottle clashing against the counter.

“Shit,” Harry hisses, and I can see that he’s tipped over a bottle of tequila, but he’s quick to pick it back up.

“Harry, how come you never tell me these things?” Rylan pouts. “What do you mean my super hot boyfriend used to play music? What did you play?”

Rylan presses onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around Harry’s neck from behind, and Harry tilts his head back to look at her. His eyes flash over to me for a moment before looking back to Rylan. “Drums. And you know what they say about drummers…”

My stomach churns as I realize what he’s getting at, and I hear Kailey make a gagging noise beside me as Rylan’s giggles fill the kitchen.

“Well, that explains it,” she says as she presses a kiss against Harry’s lips.

“Yeah, we’re walking away now,” Kailey announces loudly as she captures my hand in hers, and we walk into the backyard.

I get a lungful of fresh air once we step outside, and we head over to some lawn chairs that Mikey had set up - plopping ourselves down into them. “Well, that was absolutely vile.”

“I literally have never been around them together before, and that five minute encounter had me wanting to carve my eyes out with wooden spoons,” Kailey shakes her head as she takes a sip of her drink.

I can’t help but chuckle at her words as I pull my pack of cigarettes out of my pocket - slipping one between my lips before lighting it up. “You still don’t smoke, right?”

“Right,” Kailey nods. “But I’m going to go ahead and say thank you because I know you were going to offer.”

Smiling around the filter of the stick, I lift my fingers to pull it away from my mouth after a long drag - making sure to blow the smoke away from Kailey. “We can leave after these drinks if you want,” I shrug, running my tongue over the inside of my cheek. “Mikey’s right wasted already, and I have a feeling that Rylan is going to just keep popping up around us all night.”

“I’m more than okay with that,” Kailey nods. “But are we going back to yours or mine? You know, since we’re dating and all.”

That has the two of us breaking out into a fit of laughter, and we’re quick to finish up our drinks while I finish up my cigarette. Mikey was thankfully outside, so we told him goodbye, but once we’re back in the house I wince.

“Hey, I have to pee really quick,” I tell her. “Are you okay if I leave you here and go? I’ll be so fast, promise.”

Kailey nods. “Yeah, Maisie and Connor are right there, so I’ll go talk to them until you come back.”

I walk towards where I know the hallway is in the downstairs portion of this house, and I see that there’s a line for a door - which I can only assume to be the bathroom.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath, really not wanting to wait in a line to leave.

It clicks in my head that there also has to be a guest bathroom upstairs too, and since I know Mikey the way I do, I know he’d have no problem with me using it. I head up the stairs, and I’m more than relieved to see that it’s completely empty. The only problem now is that all the doors are shut, so I’m not sure which one is the bathroom.

I try one door that leads to a bedroom, and when I move onto the one across from it, I see that it also leads to a bedroom, however, I can hear noises coming from this one.

It’s dark in the room, but my eyes finally register, and I see Harry sitting in a chair in the corner with his head tilted back against it. I make note that his eyes are shut, and I trail my own down to see Rylan between his long legs. His hand is holding her hair back into a makeshift ponytail as her head bobs up and down. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that she’s clearly giving him head.

“That’s it, Ry,” I hear Harry breathe, and my eyes wander back up. My heart drops as I realize he’s staring right at me as he says it. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as the corner of his lips curl up into a smirk. “Good girl.”

I don’t know what it is, but hearing that phrase tumble from his mouth causes a clenching in my stomach, and I’m quick to shut the door as quietly as I opened it. Closing my eyes, I gather myself before pushing my body forward to try another door a little further down.

Thankfully this one is the bathroom, and as I sit down on the toilet to pee, I try my best to clear what I just saw from my head. It pisses me off that him saying those words had that effect on me - not only that, but also the searing eye contact as he did so.

“Get it together, Marlowe,” I whisper to myself as I stand up and flush.

I wash my hands, and I practically race to get back downstairs to Kailey so we can leave. Sighing happily, I can see that she’s in the same spot I left her, and I walk over.

“Ready to go?” I ask, hoping that my current appearance doesn’t give off how flustered I had just become.

“Yeah,” she nods and we both give a wave to Connor and Maisie before heading out of the house.

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“Should I go with a red lip, or a nude lip?” Kailey asks, turning to face me instead of my full length mirror she was standing in front of. She holds up both tubes of liquid lipstick, and I tilt my head to the side.

“I say red. Be bold.”

“I like the way you think,” she turns back to the mirror before beginning to apply the stain to her lips.

I was just finishing up my hair myself, my makeup already being done, and then I was going to have Kailey help me choose between the two outfits I had picked out. One of them was a corset type dress that I hadn’t worn yet that was gifted to me by a designer after doing a photoshoot for them, the other is a more safe option, just a plain black dress with some fishnets.

“Okay,” I sigh as I stand up from my vanity and walk over to my closet. I pull out the two dresses, and I hold them out for Kailey to see. “Which one?”

Kailey looks over, and I see her eyes are immediately drawn to the corset style one. “Oh my god,” she gasps, walking over to run her hand over the material. “You have to wear this one!”

“Yeah?” I ask, pursing my lips to the side. “I have these thigh high boots I could wear with it.”

“Absolutely yes,” Kailey nods. “God, you’re going to look hot as hell.”

I change into the dress, and while I’m starting to get my boots on as well, I order an Uber for Kailey and I. It’s then I also see that I have a text notification from Harry’s number, and I suck in a deep breath before clicking on it.

From: Harry

8:07 pm

I’m less than happy about you coming out with us tonight, but I’m doing it for Rylan, because for some reason she really seems to like you. Don’t expect for us to stay out long.

I don’t even bother responding to his message because there’s really no point. He’s going to be unhappy no matter what I say, and I really don’t feel like getting into a back and forth with him, especially since I’ll have to see him soon.

“What’s wrong?” Kailey asks, eyebrows narrowing as she finishes up the cocktail she made when we started getting ready.

“Harry just being fucking Harry,” I tell her, shaking my head as I zip up my boots. “Just complaining about tonight with me being there and all.”

Kailey rolls her eyes. “I don’t understand what his issue is. He’s acting like you’re the one who wronged him.”

“Right?” I laugh, standing up and grabbing my small clutch. “It’s all confusing considering he was the one who showed up at my gig and asked to talk to me. I could’ve turned him away, but I didn’t. I don’t even know what we wanted to fucking talk about. All he did was act like an asshole.”

“Men are confusing to begin with, but he’s extra confusing.”

My phone vibrates to notify me that our Uber is outside, and we head out the front door. “The good thing is that it seems like he’s on his best behavior when Rylan is around, so I’m hoping that means he’ll just keep his mouth shut tonight.”

Kailey and I slip into the backseat of the Uber, and I’m thankful that the club isn’t too far from my house. We make light conversation with the driver during our ride, and once we get to our destination, we get out.

After showing our IDs to the bouncer at the door, we head into the club where we’re immediately met with heavy bass and strobe lights. I squint slightly, having not really prepared for having lights shining in my face right upon arrival, and I try my best to see if Rylan or Harry were here.

“Oh, I think I see them!” I hear Kailey say to me, leaning over so that I could properly hear her over the music.

Taking my hand, she starts to lead me through the bodies moving together on the dancefloor, and I see Rylan’s blonde hair as she throws her head around. It appears she’s reserved a VIP booth because where they are is a roped off section, and I see that she’s straddling Harry’s thighs with her arms around his neck. His hands are on her hips as she bounces on his lap to the beat of the music, but once Kailey and I’s movement catches his attention, his sight is straight on me.

My eyes trail over him as I see he’s got on a pair of tight black jeans with brown suede Chelsea boots and a white button up that’s open to reveal some of the ink on his skin.

“Hi, those are our friends,” Kailey tells the security guard standing outside of the section.

“We’ll need one of them to tell us that,” he says back - arms crossed over his chest.

I can see that Harry’s watching the encounter, and he smirks softly when he realizes the guard isn’t going to let us pass until one of them comes over to give him the permission to do so.

“Is he for fucking real?” I hear Kailey huff when she realizes that Harry is observing all of this.

It’s when Rylan goes to bend back to reach for her drink on the table behind her that she sees us, and she screams. I wince slightly at the noise, but she’s quick to hop off of Harry and come down to where the guard was standing. “Let them through!”

Rylan takes both Kailey and I’s hands and pulls us into the area before wrapping each one of her arms around us in slight hugs.

“I’m so glad you guys are here!” She squeals, and I can immediately smell the strong scent of alcohol on her breath.

This girl is clearly drunk already.

“Thanks for the invite,” I say once she pulls back, sending her a forced smile.

“You both look great,” she says before heading back over to Harry. “Harry, did you see who’s here?”

Harry just gives her a nod in response before taking a sip of his drink.

“Hi, Harry,” Kailey says, faking kindness in her voice as she keeps it raised over the music. “You look so happy to be out tonight.”

I can’t help but laugh at her words, but I do reach out to give the back of her arm a pinch. She yelps and looks over at me while rubbing the area with a pout on her lips.

“Play nice, please. I’d rather not deal with anything tonight,” I tell her lowly so only she can hear, but I say it with a smile so she knows I’m not upset.

“Okay, fine,” she rolls her eyes. “But if he says one thing out of line, I’m going off on him.”

“That’s fair,” I nod before looking back over to Harry and Rylan. “I’m going to go and get some shots. Does anyone have a preference?”

“I like the sweet stuff!” Rylan exclaims. “But Harry likes whiskey for shots.”

“Okay, so I’ll get you a green tea shot, and a whiskey for Harry. What about you Kailey?”

“Tequila is fine, is that what you’re getting?” She asks.

“Yeah, it’s my go to.”

“Harry was about to get us another round of drinks too, why don’t you go with her?” Rylan asks, and I see her looking over at Harry now.

I don’t miss the way Harry’s jaw ticks at the suggestion, but soon he’s sighing and pushing himself off the bench seat he was sitting on.

“Let’s go,” he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear him as he walks by.

I look over at Kailey, and I can tell she’s waiting for me to tell her whether or not I want her to come with me, but I just shake my head as I start to quickly follow behind Harry as he takes large steps through the crowd.

“Harry!” I call out after him, knowing I’ve yelled loud enough to where he can hear, but he continues to walk.

Just as I’m about to reach out to grab onto the back of his shirt so I don’t get lost among all the people, I’m met with a shoulder clashing against mine due to someone walking the opposite direction of me. I groan at the impact, and I stumble backwards slightly. I feel myself going off balance on the heel of my boot, but before I can teeter all the way a large hand grips to my wrist and pulls me back up straight.

“Pay attention to where you’re fucking going,” Harry hisses in my ear as he presses his cheek against mine. “I’m not your bodyguard.”

“Let go of me,” I snap as I pull my wrist from his grasp, and I move my head back to look at him. “It’s not like I expected someone to ram into me like that. Let’s just get to the bar, and get these drinks so we can go back to the booth and continue to avoid each other.”

This time I’m the one to walk away first, leaving Harry behind as I keep heading towards the bar. It’s against a brick wall with a big red neon sign above it that says ‘Ride with the Devil. Hide with the Lord.’

“What can I get you?” The bartender asks as I step up to the counter fully.

“Can I get two Coors Lights on draft. Two shots of silver tequila, a shot of whiskey and a green tea shot,” I tell him while fishing my card out of my clutch - handing it over to him.

“Sure thing, I’m going to swipe the card and then give it right back to you with the drinks, okay?”

I nod and I watch as the bartender starts walking around behind the bar to gather everything he needs to complete my order, and I can feel Harry’s eyes on me as I wait. After a moment, I look over to him, and I can see that he’s rolling his bottom lip between the pad of his thumb and his index finger as he stares at me.

“Can I help you?” I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

Harry just shakes his head, and I watch as his ivy-colored eyes slide down my body. It’s then that it hits me that Harry’s never really seen me wear clothing like this before. Obviously we were younger back then, and I wasn’t going to wear these kinds of dresses, but even in my late teens and early twenties I wasn’t confident enough to do so.

I can feel my pulse pick up a little bit when I watch him let go of his lip to run the tip of his tongue over it. His staring soon becomes interrupted by the other bartender coming over to ask him what he wants.

The bartender helping me comes back over just moments later with my tray of drinks, and he also hands me my card back. I slip the card into my clutch before reaching out to carefully grab the tray.

“I’ve got this. With your luck you’ll drop the damn thing,” Harry grumbles. “You just grab Rylan and I’s drinks once they come up.”

I go to argue, but Harry is already making his way back towards the booth without me. Rolling my eyes, I wait for the other bartender to place his drinks down, and when they ask for the last name of the tab, I respond with ‘Styles’. They go over to the computer as I pick the drinks up, and they’re quick to come back over to me.

“We don’t have a tab under that name,” she tells me, and I’m hoping she doesn’t think I was trying to skip out on her.

“Uh, okay, you can just put these under Finch then,” I respond - to which she nods.

I see her go back over to the computer, and I can tell from here that she’s clicked on my tab and added the drinks on.

My eyebrows narrow as I start to make my way back through the people, and I’m trying to figure out if the tab was under Rylan’s last name instead of Harry’s. I return to the booth area, and I hand Rylan and Harry’s drinks over to them.

“They said they didn’t have a tab for Styles, so I just put these on mine,” I tell them.

“Oh, that’s because it’s under mine!” Rylan speaks up. “King is the last name in case you need it again for some reason. Thank you for taking care of this round though.”

Harry is looking down at his glass, and for the first time, I see an emotion other than anger written on his face. He almost looks embarrassed.

“No problem,” I respond, still staring at Harry before I turn my attention to the tray of drinks he had carried over for me.

I pass out everyone’s shots accordingly, and I also give Kailey her beer before I stand there with my own beer and shot in each of my hands.

“Cheers, guys!” I say, lifting my shot in the air, and we all tap our glasses together before tipping our shots back into our mouths.

Once we finish the shots, we put all the glasses back on the tray, and then Kailey and I stand over in the corner as we look out at the people dancing.

“I was more than shocked to see him carrying the tray back over for you,” Kailey leans over to tap her shoulder against mine. “Was he nice?”

“Yes, and no,” I shake my head. “Like you said…he’s confusing. Offered to carry the tray, but only because he said I’d drop it.”

We sway our hips lightly to the beat of the song, and I sling my arm around Kailey’s shoulders. “I’m finding you a lady to hook up with tonight. I vow it,” I tell her, thinking back to earlier this week when she was complaining about not getting laid in a while.

“If you’re doing that, then I’m looking for a guy for you,” she states.

“Trust me, I’m not looking to hook up with anyone right now. If I’m going to give someone my attention, it’s going to be for a relationship.”

Kailey nods as she takes a sip of her beer. “Okay, okay, fair enough.”

As the night goes on, I’m already another two beers and two shots deep by the time the alcohol really creeps in on me. I had managed to find Kailey a girl, Sadie, and the two of them hit it off immediately. I watch them as they dance together on the dance floor, and I peek over my shoulder to see Rylan pulling Harry up to his feet.

A few of Rylan’s other friends ended up coming as well, all girls who were definitely around her age. A couple of them talked to me once they realized who I was, considering Rylan made sure to tell every single person that information.

“Come on, Harry, let’s go dance,” Rylan says as she tugs him away from the roped area and onto the dance floor.

Kailey peers over at me at one point, and she coaxes me over with her hand. I finish off the rest of the beer and set the empty glass down before I walk over to her. She turns me around once I reach her, her hands gripping to my hips as she moves them - guiding me in dancing against her as she dances on Sadie.

I can once again feel a set of eyes on me, and I look to see Harry standing behind Rylan as she grinds against him, but his gaze is right on me. His hair is now pulled back into a bun, and I absolutely hate how that causes something to stir inside my stomach - just like last night when I heard the words ‘good girl’ tumble from his lips.

I know I shouldn’t feed into this, especially since he has a girlfriend who’s currently dancing right on him, but the alcohol has my brain going a little fuzzy. It’s also a little exciting to know that I get under his skin, but he also clearly has some sort of draw to me still if he keeps looking at me this way.

Again, it’s all so hard to make sense of.

But if he wants to try and fuck with my head with what he’s doing, then I’ll fuck with his head right back.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I bend over and place my hands on the tops of my knees, and I know that my breasts are spilling over the seams of my dress. I keep my sight right on him as I start to dance harder against Kailey - flipping all over my hair over one shoulder as I do so.

I begin to let the alcohol truly ease my nerves, and I feel Kailey’s hands gripping to my hips even harder. I can hear her giggling behind me which in turns makes me giggle as well.

Staying in my position, I dance that way for a while before I straighten up a little to lean my back against Kailey’s chest. Her small hands rest on my stomach as she leans further into Sadie.

“Marlowe, he can’t stop staring at you,” Kailey says into my ear.

I nod softly. “I know. It’s fucking annoying, but I also like messing with him.”

That causes Kailey to let out a larger laugh as she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck - pressing a firm kiss against my cheek.

“You’re my hero, Marlowe Finch, I swear to god.”

The rest of the evening still consisted of stolen glances, and a few more shots, before we decided to call it a night.

As we stand outside, I see Kailey and Sadie talking to each other a small distance away. They’re sharing small kisses as they talk with hushed voices, and I smile to myself when I realize that maybe I really did do a good job of picking someone out for my friend tonight.

Rylan and Harry stand just off to the side as well to say goodbye to their other friends before the two of them are walking over to me.

“Thank you so much for coming out, Marlowe,” Rylan slurs as she wraps her arms around me, stumbling slightly as she pulls me in for a hug. “You’re so much fun. I can’t wait until we do this again.”

I flash my eyes to Harry over her shoulder for a moment before I’m reciprocating the hug - giving her a few pats on the back when I realize she’s not going to let go any time soon.

“Thank you for the invite,” I tell her. “I really did have a good time.”

Hearing footsteps behind me, I look to see Kailey coming back over with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

“You’re not going with Sadie?” I ask her, eyebrows narrowing.

“We kinda agreed that we’d rather take things slow. I think we both ended up liking each other a little more than anticipated, so we want to do things more seriously,” she responds.

“Marlowe the matchmaker,” Rylan giggles before wrangling Kailey in for a hug as well. “I had a great time with you too, Kailey.”

Kailey looks at me with a confused look, and I just shrug as I check my phone to see where my Uber is. Once Rylan releases Kailey, I see her look between the three of us, and that’s when I realize she’s expecting us to say goodbye to Harry as well.

“Oh Jesus,” Kailey mutters under her breath before walking forward to give Harry a half hug. “Good seeing you Styles, even if you didn’t utter a word to me the whole night.”

I swallow down a laugh at her words when I see Harry grimacing - barely wrapping his arms around her to hold her back.

Once they separate, I suck in a deep breath as I hear Rylan beginning to yap in Kailey’s ear again while I slowly wrap my arms around Harry’s neck. I press onto my tiptoes a bit to rest my cheek against his, very similar to what he did to me earlier, and I feel him encompassing my waist with his own arms.

He’s definitely holding me tighter, and closer, than he did Kailey - causing my pulse to quicken.

Even though he smells of alcohol, he still has that scent of a tobacco-like musk with a hint of sweetness that I’ve missed so much, and my eyes slip shut as I can’t help but to breathe it in more. I think I’m imagining things for a moment, but I indeed feel his fingers just slightly running through the ends of my hair.

I can’t let myself indulge too much. We’re both drunk. He’s still going to be an asshole to me, so I’m not about to think this means anything more than it really does.

“This doesn’t change a thing,” Harry says into my ear, hand falling from my hair as his arms loosen around my waist.

I freeze at his words, the warmth that was enveloping my body without me even noticing instantly fading away. Keeping my cheek against his so I can still respond, I begin to peel my arms away from his neck.

“You’re fucking confusing, you know that?” I whisper before pulling away completely.

Harry’s brows narrow at my comment, but he still doesn’t speak. It’s then I hear the sound of tires crunching close to us, and I pull my phone out to see my Uber is here.

“Kailey, you just want to come back to mine?” I ask, and she nods as we walk over towards the car.

“See you guys!” I say to both Rylan and Harry, flitting my eyes between the two of them before slipping into the Uber with Kailey.

Once I have the door shut, and I do my seatbelt, I can still see Harry staring at me through the window - Rylan completely oblivious as she lights up a cigarette next to him. The stirring in my stomach begins to happen again as he lifts up a hand to toy with his bottom lip like he did earlier in the night.

It’s then I realize that no matter how poorly Harry treats me, I can't fight the attraction that’s still there, but that doesn’t mean either of our emotions are going to change.

This is obviously just the beginning of what could become a really complicated situation, and I just hope I’m mentally prepared to deal with all of it.

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toothpastecanyon · 2 months

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Hi! I’d like to start with the fact that your writing is PHENOMENAL, the way every first chapter is designed to grab the readers attention, with a mystery or a cozy little opening, establishing where the character is in life and their motives, or a sneak peek at the problem the characters must overcome.

I’m really bad at articulating my thoughts, but ur characters are really well written and I’d like to make more fanart of them, but I’m not quite sure what they look like.

(The only fics of your la that i KNOW you wrote are Unto Dust, and The Comfort of Agony (both of which are really good btw, I also love how you write existing characters, and your portrayal of them(especially Lucy Ann))

Anyway, because there are so many interpretations of species used in TAU, I got a little mixed up on what the non-human characters look like.

Darceus- in Lucy Ann and the Lunch Bunch, there is a Kitsune named Felicity, who is described as “looking a kind of like a human, and kind of like a fox” which my interpretation of is shown below. I forgot that that isn’t typical for kitsune characters in tau (even though she’s the only one since yours) and drew her in a similar way. ( also, are there any distinctive features on her nieces?) btw the LION idea is phenomenal, also do you think she has a mane? They’re fun to draw.

June- how big is she? I assumed she was the size of a human based on her interactions, but then I realized she might be looking down of people because she can fly. But then I remembered that it says she walks around. So then I confused myself. Also, skin tone, hair color/texture, eyes?

Beatrice- SHE IS SO WELL WRITTEN I felt genuinely angry while reading her meeting with Lucy Ann (in a good way) and she seems like someone you would meet in real life, totally obnoxious! Also, I don’t really know how TAU elves usually look so, idk anything about her skin tone or hair or eyes.

Here are pictures of my doodles in case you want to take a look, try to ignore the paper texture please.

Also, an old picture of Felicity:

Sorry if any of this is worded weird, im not that good at talking, but could you please give a solid description of the major/cool characters in Unto Dust?

(And in case I didn’t say it before, the Comfort of Agony is SO WELL WRITTEN there is too much for me to say about it!)

Oh wow, this is all so kind of you to say! Thank you so much - I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing, and I love the sketches you've done! You already have a lot of great designs and the characters look super expressive!

It's really exciting to be asked more of what my characters look like and I'll give you the best description I can, but I do want to note I often don't have a clear idea of what my characters look like - I like that writing lets a reader come up with their own spins on what a character looks like! So while I'm adding my own interpretation of my characters here, if you have a different idea you think works better or just looks cooler to you, I say go for it!

I'll organise my thoughts by each character:

Darceus: I was definitely inspired by @feferipeixes' character Felicity to make a kitsune character! I really like the mane idea you have going in your sketches, and female lions do occasionally grow manes! I like the way you've drawn her formal attire, with the nine tails spread out behind her like a sort of cape! You really brought her to life!

I probably still imagine her with a fox's colouration - I liked the lion imagery to evoke the broader facial features and just overall stockier build than an average kitsune.

The nieces: They're probably both young adults of average height. I don't have a clear idea of what they look like, but it might be fun to draw them as a different type or species of fox - silver foxes look really pretty with distinctive markings! They probably have less tails than Darceus, maybe three or so.

June: I definitely had the idea of her being average sized - I think writing it from Lucy Ann's perspective makes her seem taller as a lot of characters have to look down on her (sorry Lucy Ann!). I really like the wings you drew for her! She's a middle-aged lady with a little grey in her red hair, and probably likes wearing a lot of running gear - gotta train for that 10K!

Beatrice: I really like the long ears you've given her, that looks super distinctive! The loose t-shirt is really good. I probably imagine her with more of a pear shaped build with dark brown eyes and hair. If she does magic like in her appearances with Noie I like to think it'd look a lot how Mod V's elf OC Florian does it.

Also I definitely am looking for Lucy Ann to start wearing a glove! I'm not sure whether it would be fun to have it be a red glove to match the rest of her outfit, or if it's black or some other clashing colour to illustrate how she sees it as something unwanted and forced upon her.

That's all I can think of, but if you'd like anything more specific I'd be more than happy to help! Thank you again for this ask and your awesome sketches - if you end up drawing anything else I'd really love to see it!

Have a great day! :D

#transcendence au #lucy ann #this made my day!#toothasks #beatrice delion #worldbuilding #Dinner Crew

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once-upon-helluvaboss · 2 months

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‘Seeing Stars’ Rewrite

Stolas begins to speak, a vision of the galaxy appearing as he does, “In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall.” Stolas says with a smile describing one of his passions to his daughter, Octavia.

“Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. We can see what appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower for what it truly is: Azathoth's Tears.” Stolas finishes ending the vision still holding his young daughter.

“Daddy, can we go see it someday?” Octavia giggled

Stolas chuckled “Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.” He responded nuzzling Octavia before tucking her in and giving a peck on the forehead.

“Goodnight Daddy!” Octavia yawned as she turned in bed.

_______

Several years into the present an older Octavia looks as happy as she did in her bed many years ago. She circled the date on her calendar that read ‘Starfall today!!’ with a doodle of her and her father on the side.

She hopped down the hallway while tugging on her boots, “Dad, dad?” She yelled as she entered the kitchen but he wasn't there. She paused for a moment before hearing faint yelling from her father's office.

She opened the cracked open door, her face dropping when she heard what all the yelling was about.

“No, I'm not sending her things over! She’s only staying for a few days or so!” Stolas yelled over the rotary phone, squeezing their butler like a stress toy. Octavia always felt bad when her parents did that to him, even if it wasn't often.

“No, –if Stella wants me to send her stuff over then she can tell me that! So with that being said, please get her back on the phone!” He yelled continuing to squeeze the poor imp tighter.

“Dad? What’s going on?” Octavia asked, entering the room.

Stolas turned before sighing, “ Ugh, nothing dear, it’s just that your uncle seems to think your mother can’t exist somewhere for two minutes without everything she owns!” Stolas grumbled

“--never want’s to see you again!” Octavia’s uncle yelled through the phone, “Everyone will—” Stolas dropped the imp he was choking to press his hand over the phone's speaker, with a groan.

“Um Dad, will this be done before tonight?” Octavia asked,

Stolas sighed, “Oh I doubt it dear… Knowing your uncle I doubt he’s going to stop calling, I might just send a few things over just so he’ll shut up!” Stolas groaned, still covering the phone's speaker.

Octavia stared dejected, “But-” Before she could finish her uncle said something particularly loud over the phone, something that she couldn’t quite make out.

Stolas groaned again, “I’m really sorry dear but, can we talk later? Your uncle is being a bit of B-I-T-C-H!” Stolas spelled out.

“Excuse me, how dare—” Her uncle yelled before it became more incomprehensible screaming.

“Well, how was I supposed to know you can spell?! I've never seen you read!” Stolas responded pettily.

Octavia groaned as they continued arguing, she turned around and shut the door of her father's, still being able to hear him and her uncle arguing.

She stomps back to kicking the door open. She slams the door and yells as she rips up the calendar page, angrily toppling her telescope over, she then grabs a bag with her things and leaves the mansion.

_______

“Loona, honey please, I didn't mean it like tha— shit!” Blitzo curses running back as Loona charges toward him with an angry look.

She picks up an empty water cooler sending it flying toward his face, hitting him dead on, “FUCK! Uh, I mean good throw honey! I-i’m so proud of you~!” Blitzo gulps trying to calm her down, she pounces on him continuing to beat him.

Millie walks past with her and Moxxies matching coffee cups, as Loona grabs a picture of the wall beating Blitzo with it. “Honey, what's all this about?” She asks as she joins Moxxie on the couch watching the two from afar.

“Huh, oh! Blitzo finally talked to her about her attitude with customers, or trying to at least.” Moxxie said with a sly smile as he grabbed his cup from Millie.

Blitzo runs behind the couch Moxxie and Millie are sitting as Loona growls at him, “I just think some small tweaks might help you be more of a uh, people person, y’know?” Blitzo laughed

“I am a people person!” Loona growled as she went and grabbed him by the collar, “If I’m sooo terrible then why don’t you just grow a pair and replace me?!” She growls

Blitzo stares at her for a second before gulping down the lump in his throat, “W-well maybe I- maybe I will!” Blitzo responded semi-confident.

Loona’s eyes widen before she growls again as she grips his collar tighter, “What did you say?”

Blitzo turned his head over to Moxxie and Millie who gave him a thumbs up, “ I said maybe I will, little missy! Yeah, that's right it's tough love time! So, now you can... go... to your desk!” Blitzo said pumped with confidence.

Loona growls again before dropping him and stomping back to her desk. She plops herself down incoherently mumbling to herself as Octavia walks through the door, her hair wrapped around her face as a last-minute disguise. Thankfully for her with all the commotion no one had noticed her enter.

“Sir, if I may say so; you're doing the right thing. If we don't even have a cheerful qualified receptionist, how can people trust us to massacre and mutilate their enemies for them? It's what's best for business.” Moxxie said sincerely as he helped Blitzo up.

Octavia freezes as Loona spots her sneaking in, she’s surprised when she does react but Octavia continues on her way nonetheless.

She heads into Blitzo's office and starts rummaging around at his desk to no avail. She pauses for a moment wondering if the grimoire is actually here. She had only vaguely overheard her father speaking about the agreement so she began to worry that it may just be back at the house and she came all this way for nothing.

Just then she sees a framed picture of all the I.M.P members on the wall that looked oddly out of place from the other photos, “Maybe…” She said to herself as she moved it aside before sighing in relief at the sight of a safe with cobwebs around it.

‘Blitzo's stuff Do-Nut Steel!!’ A sticky note on the side read with horse doodles, she looked at the keypad and paused. She typed in 1-2-3-4 expecting a red light and beep but instead blinked in surprise when it opened.

“How in Mammons's name have they not been robbed yet? Whatever!” She wondered before shaking her head and flipping open the grimoire.

“Take me to the stars,” Octavia said as a pentagram began to swirl around her feet as some smoke-like darkness streamed toward the ceiling.

Outside the office, Moxxie sat on the couch behind Blitzo massaging his shoulders. Millie sitting opposite the two loops up to see the light show coming from the office.

“Uh, Blitzo?” She says pointing towards the door.

Blitzo shoots up from his massage as he and Moxxie snap their heads towards the door, “The fuck?”

He and the other imps squeeze through the door with weapons drawn just in time to see Octavia disappearing through the portal.

As Blitzo stares slack-jawed for a moment Loona suddenly yells, “Oh yeah, by the way, you have a visitor!”

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Octavia slowly blinked her eyes open, “W-where am I?” She says as she looks down onto a blank Hollywood star as a hobo near her vomits onto it, causing Octavia to slide backward and yelp.

As she does this she notices she has fallen onto someone, she then looks up realizing she has just crushed some famous comedian, Brennon Ragers, an eyeball having popped out of his head. She quickly grabs the grimoire that lies next to him. As Octavia looks up the portal closes she then runs off with the grimoire.

“Woah, s-sorry!” Octavia says as she bumps into a clown.

“This is my territory, bitch! Take your shitty costume and get the fuck off my corner!” He yells as he pushes Octavia.

Octavia grabs her things and runs across a crosswalk while cars swerve and almost hit her. She runs into a protest mob. She looks horrified seeing them holding signs that say, "Demons walk among us", "God hates you personally", and "<- To Hell" coincidentally pointing at her.

She dodges away from them and almost runs into a gleaming golden statue of a man smiling with his hand out. Octavia falls to the ground before grabbing the grimoire and scrambling into an alleyway.

“Take me back home, take me back home, take me back home!” She repeats yelling at the pages of the grimoire but the book does nothing as she begins to tear up.

______

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Blitzo cursed as he paced around the room, “What the fuck am I supposed to tell Stolas?!” He yelled, grabbing Moxxie.

“Well, he seems to like you, sir. Maybe he would understand—” Moxxie started before Blitzo pulled him close to his face.

“Listen, my dick is good, but it is not that good, Moxxie,” Blitzo started before shoving him away and going back to pacing.

“Sir, I don't think we really have a choice! He’s already going to lose his mind when he realizes Octavia’s gone, what do you think he’s going to do to us if he finds out we were involved and didn't say anything?” Moxxie explained as Millie helped him up.

“Okay well, what do you suppose I say to him? You just want me to call him up and be like,” Blitzo starts grabbing his phone and dialing Stolas, “ Hey~ so, your daughter came by, took your book, and teleported off to who the fuck knows where, and we have no way of getting either of them back, okay?! Okay! Good talk, byeee!” Blitzo's voice cracked realizing he had actually called Stolas, he put the phone down before backing away slowly.

After a moment of silence Blitzo gave a small smile, “Huh, that went better than I thou—”.

Before Blitzo could finish the door blew up as Stolas burst inside in his full demon form. His large black form outlined in red caught Blitzo under his claw as if he were a lizard.

“BLITZO” His loud deep voice yelled leaving Blitzo to begin laughing nervously under his heavy talon.

_______

After calming down for a while in the alley, Octavia knew she needed to leave before the mob saw her. She decided to try to talk to people on the street, who ignored her.

“Hey, do y- Can you help - h-how do I get ah - I - excuse me, I just need to know where I can... see the stars?” She groans and rubs her eye, pulling her beanie over her face.

“Why do I bother? These people are all idiots anyway!” She huffed

As she says that a pamphlet flies into her face, she rips it away and reads it, the center panel reads ‘Star Struck Tourz.’

Octavia smiles, crumpling the flier close to her chest, “Yes!” She exclaims as she runs to grab a seat on the bus. However, through her excitement, she failed to notice the ‘Stalk your fave celeb!’ in the bottom left corner.

______

Stolas paces around in front of Moxxie, Millie, and Blitzo after thankfully calming down.

“How could this happen?! Do you just let anyone waltz into your office and grab infinitely powerful artifacts?!” Stolas cried, pulling his hat off. “ Why would she do this? She’s not that type to run off like this!”

Loona walks into the and sniffs the air. “Mm, it reeks of urine and desperation so... Ugh... L.A.

Everyone gives Loona a look of surprise.

“What?” She asked with a growl, and before she knew it she was being pulled through a portal that the rest of IMP and Stolas walked through.

“ Alright, Loona, let's make this quick, in and out before anyone notices us!”

The sudden sounds of gunfire and screaming make Blitzo survey the alley.

“Huh, this place doesn't look too different from Hell.” He shrugged, “ Alright, now let's get to work!”

Loona sniffs before removing an empty can from her hair “How am I supposed to smell anything in this city?!”

“Can you even do one thing right?” Moxxie mumbled,

“Can you finally do something about how fat you are?” Loona responded smugly

“I'm not –”

“Loona don’t…” Blitzo scolded

Moxxie gave an appreciative smile as Loona responded “Oh c’mon! You would’ve found that funny like a week ago!”

“Maybe but things are a little different now!” Blitzo responds with a smile as he jumps up on a dumpster and tapes a picture to the open lid. It was a simple doodle of IMP with Loona in her human disguise and Stolas with a fake mustache.

“Now, first things first we're gonna do this the old-fashioned way! We're gonna need disguises!” Blitzo said explaining his plan.

As he says so Loona and Stolas transform into their human disguises.

Millie claps in amazement while Moxxie rolls his eyes unimpressed. Blitz's eyes widen and he blushes a small bit seeing his human form.

His face quickly dropped, however, “No chance you can conjure us a couple of those, can ya?”

“Sadly, no. I'm afraid without my grimoire, my powers are just a tad limited in the human world.”

“You've had that book for years and you didn't memorize your fucking spells?” Blitzo asked annoyed.

“Pft, like your memory's so great!” Stolas laughs before gesturing to Moxxie. “What's his phone number?” He asked smugly

“Fuck you,” Blitzo responded in defeat.

Stolas laughed in triumph as the group left the alley and as they walked Stolas grabbed a pair of red-tinted sunglasses, putting on his head where his second pair of eyes would be in his normal form. As they continue Moxxie runs face-first into a human.

“Hey, little man. How about you check out this demo right here? This is some premium Grade-A fire right here! Perfect for you to crank with the little lady.” The man grabbed Millie pulling her close to her obvious displeasure.

“Oh, wow! Did you make this? Thank you!” Moxie says before he and Millie walk away as the dude follows and stops them.

“Oh, hey, hey, hey. Hold up a sec, you just gonna grab it and go?” The man asked

“He said, ‘Thank you’.” Millie huffed

“Twenty bucks, man.” The man said holding out his palm.

“Oh uh Millie, do you have money to pay this talented artist?” Moxie asked as Millie gave him a funny look.

Millie grumbled watching as the rest of their group walked past the corner without them. “You can just give it back, Mox,”

Moxxie quickly pulls her into a bush, “Millie! These artists put their heart and soul into their work! I can't just give it back like it's worthless!”

“It probably is,” Millie said rolling her eyes

“Well yeah probably, but in hell people just stab you for money, at least humans here are creative with trying to steal from you. I feel like I kinda owe it for the creativity, y’know?” Moxie responded with a shrug

Before Millie can respond a woman walks past and flips a coin to Moxxie.

“Sick demon costume, man!” She smiles

Moxxie and Millie both stare at the coin Moxxie received.

“It's metal as fuck!” She compliments again as she walked.

“I have an ide- Oh, woah!” Moxxie stands up attempting to flip the coin before accidentally dropping it.

He chases after it,” Hey, hey, hey, hey, come back here!” Millie laughes as she watched Moxxie chase the coin before he finally grabbed it.

Moxxie flips it again, catching it correctly this time. “I have an idea!”

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Octavia groans at the bus stop again before the tour guide comes on the speaker, “And to your left, you'll see the home of one of those influencers who think they're hot shit 'cause now they do TV shows.”

Octavia watches as a woman and her kid hop into a limo while a man lies prostrate on the ground crying and begging. However, once the limo drives away he stands up and begins kissing the man standing nearby wearing a pink bathrobe.

She groans and turns away pulling her beanie down over her eyes.

In a shop called ‘Little Costume Shop of Horrors’, Blitzo walks out the front door dressed in a pink shirt, blue jeans, and wig. His horns have been covered with frankly gigantic ears.

“So?” Blitzo says gesturing to himself proud of his disguise.

Stolas looks up from his fidgeting fingers to see Blitzo, “I don't think that’s going to fool any—”

Before Stolas could finish a woman screams excitedly.

The girl next to her also squeals “Look, everyone! It's Holly's Wood star, Brennon Ragers!”

“Who the fuck is Brendon Rager - Oh.” Blitzo paused as he stared up at a billboard for ‘Sweetie! I'm In the House!! Guest Starring Brennon’.

Stolas also looks up to the same sight “Oh, dear.”

A crowd immediately mobs Blitzo, taking pictures and begging for things while Blitzo tries to escape.

“Moxxie, Millie, where the fuck are you?!”

“♫ You're my lovely little monster, and I'll never say goodbye. I will kill for you, until the day we die. ♫”

As Moxxie and Millie finish singing the crowd cheers throwing roses and money Moxxie's way while he bows. He points to the money earned to Millie with an excited look, Millie is less than impressed but gives a soft smile back when Moxxie looks her way.

Finally, Moxxie goes over to give the money, “And, here you are, my fellow Troubadour.” Moxie says with a bow.

“Whatever, man. Get the fuck outta here, you're cramping my business.” The guy responds annoyed, snatching the cup of coins away.

Millie sighed glad the ordeal was over, “Come on, babe! We have to catch up to Blitzo before–”.

She turns and runs face-first into a mural.

“Ayyy, wanna buy some art?” A shady salesman says.

“Wha? YES!” Moxie exclaimed picking up the flyer as Millie facepalms.

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“I'm cutting my hospital bill out of their pay” Blitzo shouts as the crowd continues to surround him.

Suddenly a limo swerves and several agents jump out to break the commotion. A man blows his whistle with a diploma in his hands, and Blitzo is finally let go.

Another man walks up to Blitzo holding a bag of fruit snacks, “Mr. Ragers, we've been looking for you everywhere. You were supposed to be on set an hour ago!” The man says.

“The fuck are you talking about?” Blitzo says pulling himself off the ground.

“Your guest spot on…” The man pauses to eat a fruit snack. “ ‘Sweetie! I'm in the House!!’ “ The man pulls his phone out showing an ad, the same one on the billboard.

“We're taping tonight. Now, hurry up and get in the car!” The man says shoving his phone back into his pocket

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm not going anywhere with you, jizz-biscuit!” Blitzo responds by flipping the man off.

“Very funny, Mr. Ragers. Now, get in the car” The man says sternly, calling the bodyguards to take him to the car.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Blitzo yells briefly, managing to escape before being recaptured.

“Loona! Stolas! A little help, here?!” Blitzo calls as his fake ears fall off, a man dropping his baby to catch them as the crowds begin to tear each other apart to get the ears.

Somehow through the chaos, Stolas manages to get over to Blitzo “E-excuse me, sir. I'm… ah, Mr. Ragers' agent, and I don't believe you can just—” Suddenly an agent behind Stolas cracks his neck, and grabs him from behind.

“Oh! I didn't think you humans could be that strong!” Stolas shreik's in surprise.

Both he and Blitzo are thrown into the limo, Blitzo manages to the door, but it closes before he can escape.

“Ugh Blitzo, we don't have time for this! Via could be anywhere, she could be in even worse danger than us!” Stolas cried.

“Don't worry, I'm on it!” Blitzo exclaims before breaking a window with his horns, and spotting Loona punching the people in the crowd

“Loonie, go find Octavia! We'll catch up soon!” Blitzo yells Loona responds by flipping him off.

“Way to be a team player, sweetie!” Blitzo says sarcastically, Stolas looks at him with worry. “She's uh, in great hands!” Blitzo responded with a nervous laugh.

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Octavia walks off the bus angrily ripping the pamphlet in half. She walks away from the group, not noticing a crime scene in annoyance, walking on top of a corpse. She then stops when she comes across a sign titled, "Star Owl: Souvenir Shop."

She pulls out her phone taking a picture of the sign, however as she gets ready to walk past the shop she slowly stops to see what's inside the shop itself, her eyes fixated on a box with the word ‘Starstruck, on it.

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“Hey Blitzo?” Stolas said back in the limo.

“Yeah?”

“Earlier you said you cutting the hospital bill out of… the other two’s pay so, I was just wondering do you have health insurance?” Stolas asked

“Ugh barely! We only got the cheap coverage with Moxxie’s help, not sure where he got the money though… but honestly, we were going for mid-tier but then there was Mammon and his fuckin’ price gouges!” Blitzo groaned

“Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about it.” Stolas shrugged, “He does this every five years or so, sometimes longer depending on how badly the riots affect the Sins. And with prices like these, I doubt you’ll see anything costs like that for the rest of your to life!” Stolas chuckled knowing he and other Goetias often bet on how bad the property damage would be whenever .

Soon enough the limo arrived at a building entitled ‘Starstruck Studios’. An agent has Stolas slung over his shoulder while other agents carry a resisting Blitzo, doing everything in his power to try and escape, but to no avail. With the paparazzi around him, he is then thrown to a chair in a makeup room.

“Let's get him ready! He's on in five!” The producer yells to everyone in the room.

“What? "Five" what? I-I can't be on a sitcom!” Blitzo exclaimed before being smacked in the face with a powder pad, with Stolas beside him holding water bottles.

“Should've had an ego crisis before signing the contract.” The producer responds sarcastically.

“I-I-I… Whoa-, I don't even know the fucking lines!”

“That's why God invented teleprompters!” The producer smiled.

Blitzo stared at the wreck of a cast as an actress smoking a cigarette, a child actress snorting cocaine, and some guy on a teleprompter showing "GOD KILL ME PLS" before he broke down and electrocuted the guy on top of it.

“Uh, shouldn't he rehearse, or something?” Stolas said trying to get more time.

“No can do, we're live in 1-minute people!” The producer said as he walked out the stage, and Blitzo began to hyperventilate.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I-I... I can't do this. No, not again. I-I haven't performed since–” Blitzo starts as Stolas walks up to him.

He reaches his hand out to touch Blitzo, but he pulls away before he can. Stolas pauses before gulping a lump in his throat and holding his hands to himself. “Blitzo, if your performance on stage is half as good as it was back in the circus, you'll leave them breathless!” Stolas smiles

Blitzo takes a deep breath before looking up at Stolas, “Y’know what? You're right I got this! Uh thanks for that!” He says with an appreciative smile and Stolas smiles back. “And I promise after all of this, we will get right back to finding Octacvia!” Blitzo says

“Good, now hurry and go wow them!” Stolas responds pushing Blitzo onto the set before the lights are turned on.

“Break a leg, Blitzo!” Stolas says as one last bit of encouragement before closing the door and heading to the audience section.

The lights come on a bit faster than Blitzo had anticipated before the director says “Action!”

The theme music plays and the scene opens with a male actor on the couch.

Well, if it isn't our neighbor, Ronnie. You feel that earthquake earlier?” The man says

Blitzo looks at the stage distressed before his eyes snap towards Stolas who gestures at the teleprompter with his lines on it.

“Oh, that was just my wife rolling out of bed!” Blitzo says.

The audience is unresponsive at first but laughs instantly. Blitzo then smiles to their reaction, not being able to see the signs indicating people to laugh with a bit of static.

Blitzo smiles enthusiastically “Yeah, and then that bitch hit her head on the way down and shattered her skull!” He says.

The signs don’t change, as they still say "Laugh", but no one is laughing, except for Stolas, who finds it lightly humorous.

“There's blood everywhere... pee in her pants…” Blitzo continues starting to lose his rhythm.

Stolas lightly chuckles as the rest of the audience stays silent. Both he and the audience look up at the signs, which say, ‘Srsly, laugh anyway’, and the audience proceeds to laugh at this as well. Blitzo, becoming less nervous, smiles at Stolas, a light blush appearing across his face as he smiles back.

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Loona sips a coffee and opens up her phone to ‘Sinstagram’ She walks around the city with a song playing on her phone, she stops when she spots the ‘Star Owl: Souvenir Shop’ sign on the wall. She admires this and takes a selfie with it to post on her Sinstagram.

After posting the photo and scrolling down her feed, she notices a post from Octavia at the same location. Taken aback by this, she quickly gulps down her coffee, and takes a closer look at Octavia's profile, with some of her recent posts being pictures she took throughout the city.

One post shows a castle, with the caption reading ‘Found a cool looking castle, reminds me of home…’ Loona looked down seeing it had only been posted two minutes ago. As Loona looks around the city she sees the same castle from the post is right behind her. She crushes the coffee in her hand before throwing it down and running towards the castle.

Loona looks around trying to find Octavia, but her phone goes off again, revealing another post from Octavia showing where she is at, but no sign of her when she looks up. In another post, where she's seen in front of the Holly's Wood sign, Loona is right in front of it.

She sighs in relief and sees someone wearing the same beanie as Octavia, only to turn her around to find a human that looks like her from behind.

Loona sighs as goes back to her phone and begins scrolling through her phone and running to multiple places that Octavia has been in, with the background changing to its exact location, but every attempt proves futile with Octavia nowhere to be found. Loona stops and pants before she approaches the observatory from Octavia’s recent post.

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Back at Starstruck Studios, the audience ranges from fairly entertained to mentally scarred as Stolas looks troubled seeing the clock.

“Oh, Uggie! You've gone and done it again!” Blitzo says to a pug who seems to have urinated on the set's couch. “That's the fifth couch this week!” He continues enthusiastically.

The audience chuckles seemingly genuinely enjoying the without the prompt to laugh.

“You know, maybe it's about time I found you a new home, one that could put up with your attitude!” He says booping the dog's nose.

“I could take him, Mr. Ronnie! I'd be happy to adopt old Uggie and give him the attention he needs!” A child actress says.

The family comes together, and the spotlight centers only on them, with cute animals surrounding them. The crowd responds with an ‘Awww’.

“Yeah... yeah, maybe, you should adopt…” Blitzo pauses as he looks at Uggie, and he starts to remember a moment from several years prior, Blitzo looking in a cell with a bunch of hounds, the one in the center resembling Uggie.

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“Aww, they're all so cute. And they're... Sad.” Blitzo said next to a lady at a Hellhound adoption center.

“Maybe you could adopt this one here. Quite a strong lad, he'll be perfect for whatever work you want to use him for.” She says pointing to another hellhound.

Blitzo sets his sights on the dog he's recommended, but his look of excitement turns into disgust after seeing the hound's face.

“Ugh! No, I'm not looking for an ugly worker. I need something more uh family-friendly!

“A gift for the wife, huh? No problem. We have a nice selection of other hounds.” The woman says still deadpan as the two continue to walk, Blitzo stops for a moment at the cell in front of him.

“Hey, who's that?” Blitzo said pointing to the cell.

In the cell an angry teenage Loona was texting on her phone with a younger vicious hound holding a bat full of bloody nails, wanting Loona's phone.

“Oh, her? That's just Loona. What a nightmare.” The woman grimaces.

The younger hound is thrown against the cell bars. Loona pants furiously then crawls back in her space.

“Serious attitude problems. She'll be out of our hair next month when she ages out.” The woman tutes as Loona’s look of anger turns to sadness.

Loona scoots back over on her bench, holding herself and shedding tears.

“Good riddance if you ask me. She'll never amount to much of anything.” The woman grimaces as Blitzo stares sympathetically before flashing back to the present.

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“No. No, no, no, you can't have her! She's mine, and I love her!” Blitzo says pulling the pug close to her

The screens above the set flick "Awe?", the audience does as so as Stolas stares utterly confused.

“But, Mr. Ronnie, you gotta let me have the puppy. You just gotta!” The child actress begs before Blitzo hisses at her.

“Don't you touch her, you little anal fissure!” Blitzo yells as the audience begins to laugh, offending Blitzo “Oh, you think this is funny, assholes?!” Blitzo yells as he points to the child actor, who's trying to walk away from his outburst.

“She's not fit to be a mother! I saw her doing lines of coke in her dressing room!” Realizing how far off character he was, the producer sends his agents to try and deal with Blitzo.

“Now, uh... Ronnie. I think maybe you should–” An adult actress tries to say as she reaches for Uggie, but he smacks her off of him and the wig on her head before jumping in the crowd area.

“No! You can't have my baby, bitch!” As the agents corner Blitzo, he pulls out his pistol against them, with the screens above exclaiming "Oh, shit!"

“I'LL NEVER GET RID OF HER!” More people pile on top of Blitzo, and he shoots several of them in the head but is still trapped within the crowd.

“I'm coming, Blitzo! Excuse me! Would you mind?!” Stolas says tripping over someone

As Stolas tries to move through the crowd to save Blitzo, he is pushed back. Quickly he becomes fed up with this, so he pauses as he begins to revert to his large demonic form, black feathers begin to pop out of his skin, and the red-tinted glasses fall off as they are replaced with his real second set of eyes. But before he finishes a stray shot from Blitzo narrowly misses him taking him out of his focus.

It does however alert him to the several cameras surrounding making him groan. His eyes dart around the set as he tries to find an alternative way to help Blitzo before his eyes land on the water bottles in his arms.

He grabs one and punts it at an agent knocking him out, he gives a devilish grin as he begins throwing the acid-water-filled bottles at them with expert precision. However, he misses one shot and hits the producer causing the bottle to pop open. As the acid water spills all over him, burning his skin severely in turn it causes him to knock down the teleprompter, as it reads ‘Let it burn’ in red, lighting the stage on fire, and puts the lights out for a moment.

Stolas gets accidentally pushed back by the crowd, almost falling into one of the raging fires in the studio before Blitzo catches him by the arm.

“C’mon, let's go find our daughters!” He says determined, with his gun in hand, his pink shirt is ripped in half. An explosion bursts behind him highlighting his toned figure as Stolas blushes in response once again, before being dragged to the exit.

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Loona is still looking around until she halts at a staircase seeing a crying Octavia by herself. Octavia looks up to see a blue hue next to her, which is Loona reverting back into her normal form.

“Oh hi…” Octavia says wiping her tears.

“How did you find me? I don’t remember you ever getting my scent…” Octavia asks as Loons comes closer to her.

“Sinstagram. Nice pics by the way.” Loona says holding out her phone.

“Oh, thanks.” Octavia sniffles

You okay?” Loona asks sitting next to her.

“No! I just can't believe I was so stupid! I spent all day looking for a place where I could see the meteor showers. And all I get is... this!” She exclaims gesturing to the smoggy sky.

“Yeah, smog's a bitch.” Loona sighs as she attempts to light up a cigarette, but no flames come out. As she tries, Octavia snaps a flame for Loona's cigarette. Loona takes a puff before continuing.

“You know, your dad's really worried about you,” She says scooting closer to Octavia.

“Right! That's why you're here instead of him!” She scoffs.

“Octavia listen, I promise if he could be here he would be but—”.

“It's not that!” Octavia cries cutting Loona off.

They both stare at each other before Octavia turns her head in embarrassment, “Well it's not just that… He’s promised me for years that he’d take me to see Azathoth's tears but he’s been so busy with that imp and yelling at my uncle that he doesn't even remember!” Octavia sniffles.

“I mean, my mom isn't even in the house and she still remembered to go on a ‘girl's weekend’! This is the one thing I’ve been wanting to do with me and he forgot… and on top of all that he’s not even here to come get me!” She cried stuffing her head back into her knees.

There's a pause between the two for a moment before Loona sighs “Sometimes... sometimes it's not as simple as that. This kind of shit gets messy, and everybody's got issues, especially your dad right now. And sometimes people just fuck up! And that's okay, plus it doesn't mean he doesn't care!”.

“Well if he cares, then where is he?” Octavia asks lifting her head

“He's somewhere down there,” Loona says pointing down to the city.

“He's here?”

“Looking for you. I mean... try to cut your dad some slack.” Loona says as she finally gets her lighter to work. “He may not always get it right, but... he's trying.” She says looking at the lighter and fixating on the I.M.P logo on it, and gives a smile as she looks towards Octavia.

Octavia looks at her by surprise, until she notices a light shining on her face, she looks up to see the full moon as the smog clears up. As the two stare at the moon, Loona turns off her lighter before throwing her cigarette, and stands up for a few stretches.

“You ready to go?” Loona says extending her hand to Octavia, but instead, she gives her the grimoire.

“Yeah.”

Loona gives her hand to Octavia once more, which she grabs, Loona lightly ruffling her feathers as they walk out together.

Down near the ground, the Starstruck Studios building is still burning, while police cars are heard, Blitzo and Stolas are walking away. Blitzo looks at his phone on the maps app with a location titled ‘Not Topic’.

“Now, if we could just find where…” Before he could finish his sentence a red portal appears in front of them, where Loona exits.

“Loona!” he calls as Octavia exits the portal after her.

“Oh, Loona, my sweet baby girl! I'm so sorry, I'll never replace you no matter what you–” Before he can finish his sentence, Loona furiously kicks him in the groin as he winces in pain.

“You're good,” Loona says as Stolas painfully looks at Blitzo until he faces Octavia.

“Dad... I'm so sorry.” Stolas runs up to hug her, as he reverts to his demon form.

“Oh, I'm just relieved you're okay! But, what would possess you to do such a thing? You know I haven't taught you spells like this yet, you could have landed yourself somewhere worse than here!”

“Didn't think there was a place worse than here…” Loona said sarcastically.

“I just wanted to see the stars you promised to show me,” Octavia replied

“The stars?” Stolas gasped “Azathoth's tears! Oh, no. Oh, my dear sweet Via. I am so–” Octavia stops him as she hugs him.

“It's okay dad, I’m still a little upset but you're here now, and that's what matters!”

Stolas returns the hug to his daughter. Loona watches happily, before noticing Blitzo trying to hug her, and she sighs and lets him hug her which he does happily. She then notices a faint glow in the sky, she looks as fireworks light up the night. As she begins to record she also notices the burning building not too far away from them.

“The fucks that about?” She asks as she turns around.

“My acting career.” Blitzo sighs with a laugh as more fireworks take off in front of them, Stolas and Octavia look up in awe.

“Oh look at that one! Did you see that one?” Octavia says happily.

“Hm, now where the fuck are M n' M?” Blitzo asks as his phone buzzes.

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Millie is on her phone texting Blitzo, around the alley that she came from, the portal back to I.M.P Headquarters appears in front of her. Moxxie is carrying a heavy bag full of art paraphernalia.

“Geez, I never knew art could be so heavy! I mean, I would've never gotten around hell with a bag half the size of this!” Moxxie huffed.

Millie stepped into the portal, and before Moxxie could enter, he was stopped by another music salesman wanting to sell his CD's. Moxxie approaches to pay him for the demo, but Millie throws a knife and kills the salesman before Moxxie can pay him.

“March, mister!” She says throwing the C.D. to the ground.

Moxxie sighs as he begins walking toward the portal before Millie picks up and carries him effortlessly through, throwing the trophy bag behind her just before the portal closes.

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Okay quick rant it took me days to get this out because it wouldn't paste properly!

Anyway, I hated Loona in this ep, she is so abusive to Blitzo and I don't really get why?

Also I have a conspiracy theory that someone on the writing crew has beef with Moxxie's va or something because the ‘ha ha Moxxie fat’ jokes don't make sense. It's just not funny and I will never understand it!

Also I thought Stolas being sexual with Blitzo and him not reacting as if last season didn't happen was weird! So I hope this rewrite addresses the issues me and others had with this ep.

Also if you have anything to add or say please do! I really enjoy talking about my work with other people.

#anti stolas #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss rewrite

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averyangrypossum · 1 month

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Caved and decided to share my main OC in the camp camp art style and universe

Even though I made my character in the camp camp art style a while ago the person that inspired me to post it/expand on it was @brewingcoffi with their OC, go check out their blog their stuff is so cool!

Lore and character under the cut

But anyways this is basically my main OC Jessie during the epilogue of her story. Where everything is (kind of) resolved and shes just left to pick up the pieces of the aftermath.

After her whole fiasco shes sent to Juvie for 11 months and afterwards sentenced house arrest and court ordered therapy, and after a while of being at home for house arrest shes granted permission to go to a camp to help her get re socialized with other “normal” children. And thats how she ends up at Camp Camp, specifically during seasons 1-4 since I don’t know if I want to draw her what she’d look like during season 5.

With an eye missing and a whole lot of baggage, literally and figuratively, she signs up for writing camp.

And she ends up having a great time! Not at the star at first cuz shes a little emo, but she starts making friends with the other campers, specifically Harrison. Shes one of the most troublesome camper besides Max but shes not seen as such by anyone other than Max because she inherited her father’s master manipulation skills.

Like father like daughter.

She has a stuffed bear similar to Mr honeynuts (Max’s bear) but it doesn’t hold the same weight since its really just a placeholder for another plush she had. Plus she has a pet emotional support raccoon that she successfully was able to take with her.

Her relationship with the other campers and counselors is how I rank it down here:

1. Harrison

Harrison is her tent-mate and her best friend at camp, basically like a brother to her, twin brother if you will since they found out they were born on the same day. Shes basically his number one supporter in magic and he frequently reads her stories and gives feedback.

2. David

She participates on the activity of torturing him with the other campers but she secretly sees him as a father figure, and hes the first one she goes to in the middle of the night when she cant sleep due to night terrors, and makes him make her a midnight snack.

3. Dolph

As an artist to another artist, they love each other’s company, Jess likes to draw too but more in a doodle kind of way and not of still life or arts and crafts kind of way. She likes watching Dolph paint in a way to call her down, and Dolph likes asking her if he could paint a scene from her stories.

4. Ered

Like everyone, she thinks Ered is cool, and admires Ered and even has a crush on her. WHICH IS BAD BY THE WAY! Cuz she has SEVERE mommy and daddy issues and anyone either older, cooler, maturer, and or smarter than her she will probably have a crush on them. But OTHER than that, they have a nice friendship where Jess asks Ered to teach her tricks on the skateboard, it does not usually go well.

(Oh and fun fact I actually met Ered’s voice actor and even got a signature from her at a con I worked at, she was so nice and shes just a really cool person)

5. Nerris

Jess has played DND before which leaves Nerris to frequently ask her to play with them, and sometimes Nerris would ask for story telling advice for future campaigns.

6. Preston

Jess’s mom and dad were both actors so she grew up having love for the industry, back when she still looked up to them. She even wanted to be an actor briefly when she was six but she grew out of it. Which leads Preston to cast her first in his plays since shes

“one of the only amateurs at this camp with an ounce of talent in her bones” -Preston

Although shes absolutely horrible at singing and pretty un-enthusiastic about acting. Not to mention she thinks Preston’s scripts are awful and once proposed to write on for him, he didn’t talk to her for four weeks in spite.

7. Neil

Her best friend outside of camp is literally THE BIGGEST NERD IN EXISTENCE TO THE POINT HES CONSIDERED A PRODIGY, which leads to her having a soft spot for nerds such as Neil.

And with what we are shown in season 3 episode 6, he falls easily for girls who know basic science. Which with Neil being the socially awkward person he is, sometimes he unintentionally makes her uncomfortable. Plus not to mention she enjoys Harrison fucking with him with magic, she finds it incredibly funny to the point its a little mean spirited. Other than all that other stuff she sometimes hangs out with him while Nikki and Max are doing their own things as she watches him do whatever science thing he happens to be doing.

8. Nikki

They don’t interact much, but Jess enjoys hanging out with her from time to time, and Nikki is the only other person Tim (Jess’s raccoon) likes.

9. Gwen

Her least favorite counselor but thats not saying much since theres only two of them. She still enjoys Gwen’s company and their relationship increases over the course of the summer, where Gwen helps Jess with her issues and complicated feelings towards her mother.

10. Space kid

She thinks hes weird, treats him like everyone else does unfortunately. Shes not really better than the others.

11. Max

Max doesn’t like her for most of the summer, because hes challenged for the title of being the biggest bastard at camp. Plus whenever she does said trouble, she gets away with it most of the time unless she’s cornered where she resorts to blaming it all on Max when he didn’t do shit for a change, and she is believed because shes seen as the ✨quiet sweet troubled girl✨ in David’s eyes and Max is Max.

They do end up having a partners in crime dynamic, specifically after parents day when he sees only her best friend came even its a PARENTS day. Which makes their dynamic more like a big sister and little brother, in the way ACTUAL siblings act.

12. Nerf

Hates how he physically bullies the other campers, in a way that isn’t entertaining to her.

13. Quarter master

Like the rest of the campers she thinks he’s INCREDIBLY weird even though shes used to supernatural elements so thats saying a lot.

14. Cameron Campbell

Hates him the same amount as the others.

15. The wood scouts

Has to restrain herself from making Edward join the one eye club eveytime she meets him, along with his posey but I forget if Snake has a damaged eye or no eye at all.

16. The flower scouts

Hates them the most and thinks they’re absolutely insufferable. Sasha reminds her of her mother especially and overall would pick a fight with them if she wasn’t literally held down BY THE LAW.

Thats it on this, I’m cringe but I’m free ~☆

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chibishortdeath · 6 months

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Ok ok so this one needs context, it’s like half a shitpost half an actual artwork and it all happened because of the tag on this post that I ran into before I had an account:

#scene legend!

So uh, I thought about that for a really long time. The sheer hilarity of calling Simon a scene legend, so I drew something silly >:3c.

You gotta see the context before you see the art trust me on this one it’s important—

So this exists now lol. Scene legend Simon everybody, Konami hire me to make character costumes please— (reform your company first)

I debated making the hair primarily red, but I thought yellow with a red underside looked way cooler :3. Middle school me would’ve DIED for hair like that. The raccoon stripe ear tails are a nod to when Haunted Castle gave him blue hair. I could’ve given him a bit of green since he had that in a palette swap in Dream Mix TV Fighters, but I didn’t know at the time of drawing it (>~< ). A lot of the grid patterns are based on color palettes and textures found in the NES games!!! The shoulder armor being black with the blue outline is based on the Simon’s Quest text boxes!!! There’s also a lot of item sprites!!! And the sharpie writing on his shoes say on his right “The morning sun has vanquished the horrible night”and out of view “bloody tears”, and the left says “vampire killer” and “what a horrible night to have a curse”!!!!!!!! :D. At a certain point this was just a challenge to see how many references I could put in one outfit. Tbh I think I could do more than this, but yeah. Idk how to end sentences and paragraphs uh anyway—

Bonus silly doodles with Judgement Simon being emo lol (he’s got that Death Note shirt) and some old memes I guess based on the whip spinning mechanic. d(•w• ) Anyway I should draw Simon as a HotTopic worker someday—

#do I main tag this #yeah sure let’s main tag this #there’s not much in the Simon tag anyway 💀💀💀#castlevania #castlevania games #castlevania judgment #castlevania chronicles #simon belmont #akumajou dracula #art post #my art #shitpost??????#idk what the Castlevania shitposting tag is uhhhh… do we even have one wait #anyway I am cringe but I am free #Simon is allowed to wear anything he wants #anytime I make any outfits for him I look at all the ones he’s had before and try to judge what he likes and would be comfortable with #I’m reading that again now and that’s a sentence for sure #I’m normal about fictional characters :3 #yeah but tada the silliness™️ I guess #also please imagine Simon working the counter at a hot topic #socially inept barbarian man #it would be so cruel to make him do customer service 💀#castlevania au where Simon is a HotTopic cashier Dracula is his shitty boss and the curse is his job help I am dying fucking laughing #silly posting #enjoy i guess <3

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midnightshard06 · 6 months

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Flufftober Day 24

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/129097132

Summary: Sonic comes to visit Tails on a particularly hot day. The two have a nice chat.

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: ~1000 words

AN: Based in the same au as these doodles from this post- https://www.tumblr.com/midnightshard06/730864248738217984/so-my-brain-decided-to-oh-so-helpfully-have-me?source=share

I am getting so close to just officially making this au a thing I swear

@flufftober

"Why must it be so hot?" Sonic sighed as he put his head down on the table. It was summer at the moment, and honestly it was probably his least favorite season. Even when not in werehog form he’d always had thicker fur than the average hedgehog. It did a great job at keeping him warm in the colder months, and a great job at overheating him in the warmer ones.

Tails walked over and pat his back before putting a glass of water in front of him. He happily took it and drained the glass. "Well, you've always done better in the cold. Thicker fur and all."

"Like you?" Sonic grinned.

"Let's just say you're not the only one who doesn't like this heat." Tails sat down across from him after grabbing Sonic another glass.

"So besides suffering in the heat how have you been buddy?" Sonic took a sip of the second glass of water.

"I've been pretty good. Thanks to you mostly." Tails took a sip of his own water with a smile.

"Hey I wasn't about to stand by when the fox that saved my life was getting picked on." Sonic reached over the table to ruffle the top of Tails' head. “Plus that happened like forever ago dude.”

Tails playfully batted his hand away. "Still." He fixed his misplaced fur. "I would have been a lot worse off if you hadn't stepped in and gotten people to see the worth in my inventions… and me."

"Well it helped that I had the chance to save your town from those bandits. Gave me a lot of sway with the people." Sonic took another sip. "I would have tried anyway though."

"And that's why you're my best friend." Tails' smile widened.

Sonic sighed as he put his head against the slightly cooler table again. "You're my best friend too bud."

"Maybe I should try and make something to help with the heat." Tails hummed. "How long are you going to be in town for?"

Sonic hummed. "Not sure. A couple weeks maybe? Depends on how careful I am."

"You don't know how to avoid everyone here at night by now? You've been visiting me for over a year." Tails chuckled.

“Look, you have some pretty persistent hunters in this town.” Sonic moved his head so he could look at Tails. “Even though I’m not here all the time, some of those guys are crazy about trying to find me and ‘finish the job’.” He gave an exaggerated shiver. “Have you ever talked to one of those guys?”

“Who? That guy who calls himself Infinite and those other jackals? Can’t say I really care to have any sort of conversation with them.” Tails shrugged. “Have you?”

“Unfortunately. Good to know your enemy and all that. They’re very… passionate about tracking me down. Even tried to convince me to join them on a hunt once since I was acting like I didn’t believe them.” Sonic reluctantly peeled his face off the table. Honestly it was already too warm.

“Imagine the shock on their faces if they realized it was you.” Tails chuckled. “How’d you get out of it anyway? I suspect the only reason they haven’t tried to get me to go on one with them is because I actively avoid them.”

“Well you know me, I’m good at slipping away.” Sonic cleared his throat as Tails gestured for him to elaborate. “I may have gotten their leader to go off on some passionate rant so I could run off.” He shrugged. “It worked at least but now I have to make sure they don’t spot me at night or during the day.”

“I know you’ll manage.” Tails glanced out the window. “Looks like the sun is going to be setting soon. What’s the plan for tonight?”

Sonic frowned and pinned his ears down. “Can’t say I really like the idea of going out for a run in this heat.” He sighed through his nose. “How bout I stick around tonight and help you out. I know you’re not going to bed any time soon. Even if you should.” Sonic gave him a knowing smile.

Tails rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Suuuuure you don’t.” Sonic sped over to him and once again ruffled the fur on his head. “Hope your workshop is still werehog proof.” He smirked.

“I always make sure it is. Never know when you’ll be dropping by.” Tails chuckled. “Maybe I could experiment with helping you get rid of that extra energy again. I really think we were getting somewhere last time you were here.”

“So long as those experiments don’t literally blow up in my face as they tend to do I’m all for it.” Sonic paused outside the door to Tails’s workshop. “I’ll pop in once I’ve transformed. You go ahead and get whatever you need ready.”

“Got it!” Tails hesitated at the door before wrapping Sonic in a hug. “It really is good to see you.”

Despite the uncomfortable amount of warmth an extra body gave Sonic wrapped his arms around Tails. It was also in that moment that he felt the jolt through his body that signaled the start of his transformation. Well it looked like Tails was getting an extra warm hug then. It didn’t take long for Sonic to change and for Tails to feel smaller than before. The fox playfully struggled in his grip for a moment before Sonic let him go. “Heh, I’ll try and come around more often to see ya bud. Now let’s get to work.” Tails beamed at him and nodded. They were in for a long night, one filled with the same oppressive heat of the day, but Sonic wouldn’t wanna spend it with anyone else.

#flufftober2023 #day 24 #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #tails the fox #sonic the werehog #sonic au #ao3 link #bound by fate au

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quibbs126 · 10 months

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So today I came up with this idea with Cauliflower and Habanero where basically it’s just Cauliflower babysitting Habanero

Sorry I don’t really know how to say that. I want to say I came up with a story idea, but it was just a random little thing, nothing that big. I dunno, maybe I’m overthinking things

Anyways, let’s get on with this

I came up with it when I was making that post about Peperoncino in Kingdom and saying where Habanero might be in the tags, and that he was being babysat by Cauliflower

So basically the two are at Cauliflower’s lab, and Cauliflower is excited to show him all her different plants. Habanero in the meantime is not the most enthusiastic, as he’d rather be doing cooler things. Also, possibly the reason Habanero’s being babysat (assuming we’re still talking Ovenbreak) is that Peperoncino is doing something, but he considers it far too dangerous for Habanero, so he had Cauliflower watch him until he’s done. Habanero thinks whatever his dad’s doing sounds way better than staying at Cauliflower’s lab to look at plants, and is likely upset he can’t go and might be taking it out on Cauliflower. Cauliflower is unfazed by this though

So as the days pass (Peperoncino is gone for a while), Habanero has to spend more time around the plants, and he grows to appreciate them more (even if he refuses to admit it), possibly after finding a plant that’s hardy like him, probably a cactus or something

And then possibly, some incident happens which turns the plants sentient and very hostile. Or possibly some other threat, assuming that Cauliflower works at a university that has other research areas, and something else caused a mishap that is threatening Cauliflower’s plants. And so Habanero finally gets to fight things and he saves the day

I don’t know, I haven’t thought it through. Just a silly little story idea. Feels like a random episode of a show or something. Or a light hearted Ovenbreak update story

Don’t think they’d make an update about that though, considering they’re both already in Ovenbreak and you’d need to introduce more Cookies. I don’t know, maybe other Cookies could be fellow researchers like Cauliflower. For some reason I imagine a Kale Cookie. I don’t know why

And I don’t think it’d work for a Kingdom update, at least one introducing these two, since you’d imagine Habanero at least would be introduced with Peperoncino or someone associated with Dragon’s Valley. Though maybe one introducing Cauliflower and her hypothetical university she works at

I don’t really know what to do with this story idea though, other than me making doodles about it

#I imagine Peperoncino coming back and Habanero just excitedly explaining his time there #after Peperoncino talks about what he did knowing that Habanero would want to hear it #Peperoncino’s just happy Habanero had a good time #Habanero might keep a small cactus I dunno #it’s a pure fluff story #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cauliflower cookie #habanero cookie #do I tag Peperoncino?#eh why not #peperoncino cookie

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jell0buss-37 · 2 years

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hello hello! could i get some headcannons as to how you think some of the counselors would plan out their first date with reader at camp? stuff like what type of date, how much planning they would do, how long it would take, who they would rope into helping them, etc?

thank you my friend :D

Planning (Hacketteer-

Headcannons)

I feel like a majority of the counselors are the more 'go with the flow' type, who don't exactly do a lot of planning. BUT- as for the others:

Max:

He likes to do things that will make you happy, like, a LOT.

He's definitely the type who is your friend first so he can find out a lot of the things that you enjoy and like, so he can include that factor into your first date.

He also includes you in the planning process, because he just really wants you to enjoy it..

He'll seek you out a lot at camp, stopping what your doing to tell you an idea he has and get your insight on it.

The closer the time is until the date, the more exciting it becomes.

This took the two of you about a week, and you planned to do it on your guys' day off.

On that day, the town was having it's monthly farmers market, as well as the annual music festival.

You begin the day with heading into town, and you at the local diner and share some pancakes with (toppings of your choice).

After breakfast, you both walk around hand in hand, and go to the farmers market.

You look around for cute little crafts, and each pick out cute little bracelets for eachother.

Later in the day, you guys get some ice cream, and find a nice tree to sit under, and lay for a while, just listening as the band played onstage.

Once it started to get darker out, you both catch a couple fireflies, and release them into the night when it's time to go home.

You were very happy :)).

Dylan:

This adorably awkward dork.

He was super nervous when he asked you out in the first place, and incredibly surprised that you said yes.

So imagine how starstruck he is when he's planning your first date.

He avoids you so much, because of how nervous he is.

And he just knows that if he talks to you, he's going to second guess himself and change the plans again.

Emma noticed him getting frustrated with himself over this, so of course she's going to help.

It took about two days to plan and set up.

He covers your eyes, walking you through the woods.

He won't tell you what it is that you're doing, or where you're going, but he seems really excited for it, so you trust him.

He uncovers your eyes, and you look around you to see a nice picnic all set up, with fairy lights string about. There's also I nice brook running near by.

He has all of your favorite snacks and foods, and a cooler of all of your guys' favorite drinks.

He has a playlist all made for you, and he plays it while you guys talk and laugh for hours.

You watch the sunset together :).

Abi:

She's a very sweet girl, a bit shy too, but above all else, creative.

She's had the date planned before she even asked you out.

You both really like animals, and the state fair was in town. As well as a petting zoo.

She has your tickets bought and everything, so when you happen to mention how fun you think it'd be, she gives you a giant grin and presents them to you.

You both are really excited to go, and wake up early on your guys' day off to get ready.

You show up at around 10 am, and grab breakfast from one of the nearby stands.

You walk around for a bit, looking at all the things for sale and all of the interesting food.

Around the afternoon, you both see the petting zoo, and just about go nuts.

You play with all of the bunnies, feed the sheep and goats, and hold all of the little baby chicks and ducklings.

You have TONS of doodles of you in her sketchbook.

Afterwards you go and play some of the games.

You win her a giant bear plush that she'd been eyeing all day.

She's super happy about it.

You guys finish the date off with a cute kiss on the Ferris Wheel :)))).

Jacob:

He's a little clueless, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm.

Doesn't know what to do, so he asks Kaitlyn to help him.

She tells him that your favorite movie would be playing at the town drive in, and that a movie date would be perfect for you guys.

Took literally maybe 2 hours of planning with Kaitlyn's help.

He asked Mr. H if he could use his car, with the promise of 'No hanky panky', and that he didn't spill anything in it.

So Jacob tells you to get in the car, and so you do. Your dressed nicely, pretty casual.

He compliments you a LOT on the way there.

You guys get there, and he smiles proudly at your excited gasp.

You buy the drinks and he gets the snacks, making sure that you have (favorite snack).

He wraps an arm around you, and listens to you tell him all of the little fun facts about the movie, smiling even more proudly.

The movie ends late, and on the drive home, you fall asleep.

Careful not to wake you, he carries you to your cabin and places you safely on your bed.

He totally gets teased so much by Kaitlyn when he places a peck on your forehead.

#the quarry #the quarry x reader #fanfiction #dylan the quarry #jacob the quarry #abi the quarry #max the quarry #x reader #hacketteer headcannons

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isomorphismes · 2 years

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What is a Weyl group?

Besides John Baez's explanation , I like the one in Coxeter's Regular Polytopes chapter 5. He calls the phenomenon we are describing The Dihedral Kaleidoscope. Take an image in the plane Joan Miró, Women & Birds at Sunrise and reflect it across any of the (half-open) semicircle's worth of options, of lines-thru-the-origin, that you could reflect it across. Call the action of doing this (however you chose the angle) A. Doing A twice is the same as leaving the figure alone, whatever A you chose. But what if you choose two different lines-thru-the-origin to reflect across? Let's call them A≠B. Now these two reflections will interact in some way.† In most cases, A and B will be pointed askew so that they "miss" each other meaning the infinite sequence ABABABAB... never terminates. But there is just one arrangement of two mirrors A & B that will "line up" in the sense that ABAB brings you back to the start. † (Mathematicians dub this interaction a "reflection group" because a sequence of reflections forms a "generalised multiplication table", meaning (1) the way I parenthesise sequential reflections doesn't matter, and (2) reflections are reversible. [any reflection--however you rotate the "mirror"--is its own opposite, so that's an easy property to verify.] You can look up the other two "group axioms" on Wikipedia; making those work is basically a technicality, unlike the deep facts that make special reflection angles special.) If you're doodling the answer or the group-structure to yourself on paper I recommend marking four corners of a square with a,b,c,d. Then use a different colour for each A and B arrow →. (That will make the group structure clear, I think.) Figuring out which mirror angles work is probably easier to think about than to try to draw. But I thought for this answer would look cooler if I pulled the group structure back onto a Miró; hope you like it this way. (And I'll leave it to you to doodle out B then A then B, as well as the other alternatives.) As you add more & more mirrors ABCDE, the angles they should be at to not miss each other follow a predictable pattern. Every mirror you add in this way adds one o to the o―o―o―o―…―o pattern (as drawn in Baez week230). This pattern is called [math]A_n[/math] (n being how many mirrors you put up). (So you can also doodle the reflections of a pentagon, hexagon, .... see What is a group in group-theory? and isomorphismes for more pictures.) What if I were to do something analogous, instead of with a plane figure, with a statue? ↑ The "Lion-Man". Artist unknown, but s/he lived circa 42,000 years ago (=21 Jesuses ago) in the Swabian alps. The figure is famous because it is the most ancient physical proof of human imagination: whoever carved this statue, envisaged something that does not exist in the physical world. (Hint, hint: Dynkin diagrams also do not exist in the physical world.) Well, all of the plane rotations would still group together in the same fashion. So we could still draw Dynkin diagrams like o―o―o―…―o but could also add in more types of reflections, like a "flip-upside-down in the vertical direction" move. (Let's now rename the old planar reflections A₁, A₂, … to make room for new letters coming from the new dimension. How about calling the upside-down / vertical one U or V?) Besides adding the "upside-down man" reflection, there are other ways to add mirrors that stay in synch / not askew with all of the totality of other mirrors that are already present. There are also some higher-dimensional analogues as well. (This is one of the harder things to think about in >3D. And also quite hard to think about in 3D, in my opinion. I wrote a blurb about how to visualise higher dimensions and the reflection-group / Buildings view is still on the to-do list. So normally I would say "many dimensions are easier than you think!" but not in this case. For example if you drew a bunch of sticks |||||| -- let's say twenty-seven (http://www.math.harvard.edu/~lurie/papers/thesis.pdf) --- and marked the + and ‒ ends of each, what reflections would be easy to do by swapping the ± to ∓, and which could you not do that way?) The 120-cell, Schlaefli symbol 5,3,3, physical model by, I believe, P. S. Donchian. That was like a pre-summary of what Coxeter says. Here are a few screenshots from the google preview of Regular Polytopes which explain it better. (You can read the whole chapter on google preview.) Note that this is different to the reflections (which don't go thru the origin) in Thurston's Geometry and Topology of 3-Manifolds: ↑ isomorphismes has more views of this image and a link to GT3M (on msri website). † Maryam Mirzakhani and Alexander Eskin's recent work ( I believe is the relevant IAS link) discusses "billiard-ball dynamics" (they say this is a sort of familiar, but naïve, instantiation of what they do) with a frictionless billiard ball's path. (Strangely after a century of work this is still unsolved.) But again these are not the reflections-thru-the-origin of the so-called "reflection groups" (Coxeter's dihedral kaleidoscope).

#kaleidoscope #reflection #symmetry #group theory #Lie groups #Dynkin diagrams #Weyl group #Hermann Weyl

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natty1730 · 11 months

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Chapter 3 : After the storm

Dee's POV

'This day is already shit. Especially after the incident with the guitar last night, I just don't understand how someone like Heavy could be better than me. ' Dee thought, kicking a pebble while walking to school. "Dee are you even listening to me?" Heavy asked Dee, while tugging on his sleeve. "Yes sure, I am totally listening to you." The boy said sarcastically, causing Heavy to roll his eyes. "Don't you have a crush on that girl over there? HEY, L-" Dee shoved his hand against Heavy's mouth, while shushing him. 'Thank god Lif didn't hear. I think I would die if she did.' He thought before turning his head to Heavy and giving him a nasty death glare. "What. The. Hell. Why would you do that to me?!" Dee whispered to Heavy, who just shrugged his shoulders. After an awkward walk to school, the two brothers parted ways as they walked to their first period. As Dee neared his classroom, he saw Diana and another girl talking right in front of the doorway, blocking it. 'Of course. This just makes my day even better.' Dee thought, before walking past the girl he didn't know and roughly brushing her shoulder in the process.

'I wonder what Lif is doing right now... maybe doodling or-' "Dee please raise your hand!" Upon hearing this the boy immediately snapped out of his daydreaming and raised his hand, looking at the unknown girl standing next to the teacher. 'Great she's going to sit next to me. She's probably just going to stare at me the entire time.' He proceeded to look out the window again, trying to avoid eye contact. Dee noticed that the girl cleared his throat so he could look at her, but he would not budge and decided that it would be better to just ignore her. "Vy govorite po-angliyski?" She asked him, while rubbing her eye because it was rather dry. 'Seriously? Half of the school can speak English, she must be dummer than I thought.' Dee rolled his eyes before speaking. "Yes I do. Fluent." She then proceeded to introduce herself and make small talk, but then became quiet once the teacher started to talk. Dee looked to the side of him only to see Daisy freaking out over not having her pencil . 'She should've already been prepared...but this is her first day in a new country and all.' He thought before making the bold move and sliding over his pencil to Daisy, but still continued to ignore her.

"Heavy I have to stay after so I can talk to Lif, just go home without me." The blonde said before walking away from Heavy before he could say anything else. As he was walking to what he knew as Lif's last class he was stopped none other than an annoying pink headed girl. "Dee! We haven't talked in awhile, how are you? Do you like the new student Daisy ?" She asked while staring at him longingly. Just to get her out of the way Dee quickly responded, "Diana I'm not interested. So fuck off." And walked off trying to find Lif. After walking for a while he finally found the girl sitting down on the floor and drawing. 'Okay this is it Dee. You can do this. Just go up to her and talk to her, it's not that hard. Alright here I go.' He thought nervously, before he chickened out and just decided to walk home dejected and alone.

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"Daisy is so cool! You're so lucky that you sit next to her!" Heavy said while setting down the plates on the table for dinner. "Yeah I guess, I mean her piercings are pretty cool." Dee said while sighing, still thinking about the fact that he missed his chance to talk to Lif. "In my opinion she's much cooler than that other girl you have a big fat crush on, in fact-" "Heavy. We talked about this." Dee interrupted him while giving him the deadliest glare he could muster. "Yeah whatever, all I'm saying is that you guys should become friends so I can see her more often." The red headed boy told him, as he sat down the last of the silverware. "See who more often, boys?" Glam asked from behind the two brothers, making them both jump in the process. Dee just sighed and walked back upstairs to his bedroom. "This new girl at school! She's in Dee's grade and she's super cool." Heavy said before slumping into one of the kitchen chairs. "Well that's nice Heavy, but remember don't force people to do things they don't want to do! Especially your brother." Glam said with a bit of a darker tone in his voice than usual. "Yeah I guess you're right." He told his dad, who just gave him a small hum in response.

Heavy really likes you y'know, he thinks that you're pretty cool." Dee said, glancing at Daisy who was staring at Diana. “Does he now?Do you think I'm cool?" Daisy suddenly asked, turning back to face Dee who turned a little bit red around his ears. "I can't say, I haven't really known you long enough to come to a conclusion " Daisy just hummed and glanced back at Diana, taking notice of the way she's ignoring her. "Weren't you two friends or something? She hasn't even looked at you at all during class." The blonde boy said, leaning into his seat to glance at Diana. "Diana is just but she is just ignoring me for some reason. I don’t know.” ." Daisy whispered to Dee, while putting her textbook back in her bag. "I could talk to her if you would like, but only for a price." He then said, smirking at Daisy "Name your price then." He leaned in and looked around to make sure that no one was listening. "I like this girl, but I can never find the courage to talk to her. If you could talk to her for me, then I'll talk to Diana for you." "Why me, and which girl?" Daisy asked, realizing that she felt a little disappointed knowing that Dee liked someone else. "Lif, and since you're new I think she would like to be friends with you." Daisy thought for a second and smiled, putting her hand out for a shake. "We have a deal then Dee."

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"Dee is super cool! I like his clothes and stuff, but it's a little creepy that he follows me around sometimes. He's offered me tickets to this band before... but I had to turn him down." Daisy curled an eyebrow and asked why. "Well I just liked this other person " The new girl knew better than to pry, taking notice of a certain melancholy glint in her eyes. Daisy changed the subject back to how weird Dee can be sometimes, and they both started to laugh. "Yeah well he can be a bit of a weirdo sometimes." Daisy giggled out picking up Lif's bag for her. "So how does it feel moving to Russia? I mean everyone here is talking about how hot the new pretty foreigner is." Daisy's eyes slightly widened and her face earned a small bit of color. "Oh I'm not really that pretty, but thanks." Y/n said handing over Lif's bag to her. They both started to talk while walking out of the classroom, both realizing that they both shared some of the same interests, hobbies, and even music. "Daisy, do you wanna walk home with me?" Lif hopefully asked gripping onto the handle of her bag, a bit harder than usual. "Yeah sure!" They both walked out of school and started to find common ground together, both finding one another pleasant to talk to. "So how was your life like out of Russia?" Lif asked not knowing about the problems Daisy had with her family. The girl mustered up her biggest smile, and tried her best to seem homesick. "It truly was like something out of a teen movie. But I miss the way my grandma would hug me, and tell me how wonderful I was. The way my aunt and I would have fun together and how we would both just hang out at the beach together. That sounds so fun! I wish I wasn't in Russia. One day I'm going to save up all my money so I can go to an art school in New York City !" After that they both walked together in a comfortable silence, up until they stopped at presumably Lif's house. "I'm really glad that we're friends now Daisy, " Lif said before walking into her house and closing the door. Daisy couldn't help but to have a genuine smile crawl onto her face as she realized that she finally made a real friend.

"Daisy !" Snapped out of her daze, the girl snapped her head to look behind her, only to see Heavy running toward her. Once he reached her he stopped and smiled. "I ran home to ask my dad if you could come over for dinner and he said yes! So do you want to come? Don't worry about being the only guest, my dad's sister will be there too!" The girl looked at the time on her phone, then realized that her new piano teacher was supposed to be at her dad's in two hours. "Sorry Heavy I can't. I need to get ready to meet my piano teacher." Heavy's smile faltered a bit, as if he put two pieces together. Then suddenly an even bigger smile was on his face, "It seems like you'll be stuck with us for a while. But no worries about dinner, just tell me a day when you can come over!" Choosing to ignore that weird comment he made, Daisy just smiled and nodded as she walked to her apartment.

Daisy, you are home later than usual. But considering that you just got lost, . Just don't let it happen again or there will be consequences. Understand?" "Yes father, I won't let it happen again." He coldly smiled, “Now go and get dressed, your piano instructor will be here in a minute, the instructor is a good friend of mine from the art conservatory. Meaning she is from a very respectable and powerful family. So you must be looking presentable. I don’t want you to make a fool out of yourself in front of the instructor. There is some makeup that I put on your vanity, use it. There is also a pair of shoes next to your bed that you will wear with the dress. That is all." She held her tongue and walked away. "Yes father." When she got to her room the sat down on her bed and her dress was hung . She noticed an abundance of makeup, along with a note of instructions on how she should look tonight. 'Jesus he's an actual control freak.' Daisy thought while reading the letter. 'Must cover up all acne while still maintaining a natural look, must have neatly brushed straight hair, must wear dress and shoes picked out for you, must take out all piercings, and you must have polite manners. Don't talk unless someone addresses you.' Daisy was beyond disgusted, repulsed even. How dare someone try to control her. Daisy already decided, she was going to raise hell at dinner.

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🌸Outfit reference 🌸

#dee x reader #metal family dee #metal family #metal family x reader #metal family glam #metal family vicky #metal family heavy #metal family ches #metal family fandom #dee metal family #metal family lif #latina reader #latina #brazil #brazilian girls

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