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With the restaurant opening soon, Tino thought his sister might like to learn a few cooking tips and maybe help out from time to time. What she lacked in skill she made up for in enthusiasm.... and gas.
Despite the flatulence, she did help us check off another aspiration milestone.
Sell a poor quality item for 100 Simoleons ✔️
#i mean it took F O R E V E R#but we got there#ts4#ts4 gameplay#nightmare legacy challenge#valentino bakewell#harper bakewell#bakewell nlc 9#nightmarelegacy
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feeling so much pique this evening about how i just can never finish some plots i really loved because the rp site died or i've lost contact with rp partners. i could write fanfiction about it, but it's not the same without excitedly discussing the plots with a partner.
so i beseech you, tell me about your characters that have lost their plot, or who are stuck on a dead site
tell me about their plots
the unique characteristics they had due to the site's setting
the partners you've lost touch with
and tell me revival stories if you have them!
#pern#dragonriders of pern#roleplay#the two sites i've invested the most time in recently -- i say recently but i mean like in the last five years#both have plots surrounding a queen dragon which are dead in the water#in one setting i basically gave up the pc bc i realized both that the best way forward with the plot was for her to become basically#the main character but that wasn't fair to others#so i just dropped every plot with her#(and also the person who was most involved with her plot is an ex-friend now#which took some other plots with it and i still have the grief)#the other one is in another 'hey admins did you not realize making one dragon the main character is bad actually?' situation#but better managed#but now things have been thrown into disarray by ooc changes... her entire reason for being may not stick around... i feel adrift#that site also has some candidates who have been waiting f o r e v e r IC to impress too#which is frustrating! hard to keep characters in candidacy when they came to it sort of in a state of chaos
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Lotte Wubben-Moy NSFW Alphabet (18+, minors DNI!)
A: Aftercare
Lotte is very soft after sex and has a bath or shower ready to go for you to calm down in
B: Body Part (their favorite body part of themselves and their partner)
Lotte’s favorite body part is her hands, it’s so easy for her to make you fall apart, and it’s such an ego boost for her
Her favorite body part of yours is your thighs, she loves leaving little kisses on them when she goes down on you
C: Cum (anything to do with cum)
Loves making out with you right making you cum with her mouth
D: Dirty Secret
Since she is more in control most nights, she does really enjoy the times you take control
E: Experience (Are they experienced? Do they know what they are doing?)
Lotte is experienced but most of her experience was her being more of a bottom but with you, she learned she likes being in control
F: Favorite Position
Loves going down on you
G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous?)
She makes little jokes before sex but during she’s serious
I: Intimacy (How intimate are they during the moment?)
Sex with Lotte is very intimate all the time
J: Jack off (Masturbation HC)
Lotte doesn’t have an opinion but she does get an ego boost when you come to her begging her to just fuck you instead
K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise, Lotte loves hearing she’s doing a good job (and she loves praising you as well)
L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)
Your shared apartment because of the privacy it offers
M: Motivation (What turns them on?)
Everything you do is a turn-on for her
N: No (Something they wouldn't do)
Lotte isn’t into the idea of doing anything in public
O: Oral (Preference on giving or receiving)
Giving, she would spend so much time in between your legs if she could
P: Pace (Fast & Rough? Slow & Sensual?)
Slow and sensual, prefers to take her time and not feel rushed when she’s making you feel good
Q: Quickie (Thoughts on quickies)
Lotte isn’t the biggest fan of them because she doesn’t like feeling rushed but they do happen sometimes before you have to leave your apartment
R: Risk (Are they open to experimenting)
She’s willing to try anything you bring up
S: Stamina (How many rounds)
You two go for a couple of long rounds
T: Toys
She has a strap she uses sometimes but she prefers using her hands or mouth
U: Unfair (Do they like the tease)
She does tease you but her comments sound more like praise even if she doesn’t mean for them to
V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make)
Lotte isn’t super loud but she also isn’t quiet
W: Wild Card (Random HC)
The first time you took control and were more dominant, Lotte found it super attractive and asked you after to do it more often which you obviously agreed to
Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
It’s not super high but it’s a bit higher than being in the middle
Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Lotte only falls asleep after you do
#woso x reader#awfc x reader#engwnt x reader#lionesses x reader#lotte wubben moy#lotte wubben moy x reader
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Sorry it took so long, I thought this will be easy (I was wrong💀)
🧡Kenny☠️ NSFW Alphabet
Age: 18+
A-Aftercare: (what are they like after sex)
Just want to cuddle. Probably don't shower right afrer but in the morning. (which means you also have to wait 'till morning)
B-Body part: (their favourite body part of yours)
Is that even a question? Your ass.
C-Cum: (anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disguisting person)
If not inside you, his favourite place to cum is on your face
D-Dirty secret: (their dirty secret)
He's pretty open with you about that so... he doesn't have any.
E-Expirience: (how expirienced are they)
Probably more than you. Even if he's not he will learn fast what you like.
F-Favourite position:
He would do any but his favourites are cowgirl and 69.
G-Goofy: (are they serious during the moment)
I can't pitcure him ever being too serious.
H-Hair: (how well groomed are they)
Not completely shaved but doesn't have alot hair. Also doesn't care if you shave or not.
I-Intimacy: (how romantic are they during the moment)
Well, he's trying to be romantic ('trying' is keyword)
J-Jack off: (masturbation headcanon)
Whenever you're not araound basically or if you're not in the mood.
K-Kinks:
Overstimulation, just loves making you cum over and over.
L-Location: (favourite places to do it)
His or your bedroom or livingroom
M-Motivation: (what turns them on)
Anything you do literally. Also whenever you want he's down.
N-No: (what turns them off)
Anything with pain (except maybe spanking) and if there's one kink he doesn't have, it's degration.
O-Oral: (preference on giving/recieving, skill)
I would say he likes both equally. He would never refuse a blowjob. When he goes down on you, he likes how fast he can make you cum and each time tries to see if he can faster.
P-Pace: (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual)
He starts slow but pick up on speed later.
Q-Quickie:
He likes to take his time, but if u can't at the moment he wouldn't mind a quickie.
R-Risk: (do they take risks, would they expiriment, etc)
He would try almost anything at least once. He would do it in public (wouldn't care too much if you got caught few times)
S-Stamina: (how many rounds they can go)
4 or 5 maybe.
T-Toy: (do they own toys, do they use them, on them or on their partner)
He can't afford any yet (you're 18-19 in this, this isn't post covid so he still can't) but if you have any he would be more than happy to use them.
U-Unfair: (how much do they like to tease)
I don't think he would leave you on edge for too long, but after that... prepare yourself. He would also do things that turns you on in public to see your reaction. (he also likes to be teased)
V-Voliume: (how loud are they)
He's shamelless so... very loud, doesn't like when you're trying to be quiet.
W-Wild card: (random headcanon)
He's the only one of the main 4 that would be down for pegging. I think he might even bring it up first.
X-Xray: (what's going on in those pants)
6,5 inches.
Y-Yearning: (how high are their sex drive)
Pretty high. (what did you expect)
Z-Zzz: (how fast they fall asleep afterwarts)
Usually before you. He tries to wait after you fall asleep but the boy is tired.
I don't know how I feel about this... I hope you enjoyed tho ;-;
Sorry for bad grammar.
#south park#south park characters#south park headcanons#kenny mccormick headcanons#south park x reader#kenny mccormick x reader#sp headcanons
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REQUEST 4 STOLASSSSS
so stola's bf is like another father to octavia since he has known stolas since they were kids
octavia absolutely knows thay this man is head over heels for her dad since they were little, but he's afraid to say anything bc he knows stolas is in love w blitzo.
"you're being mean, stop it. i have been second to him my whole life in everything and i will not be the one you settle for just because you two are cowards, i won't- i won't do it...not when i've spent my entire life loving you." kind of trope lol.
i kinda want this to have a good ending but my brain cannot think of smth 😭 if u know a way to give it a good ending then please do but if not then just full angs HAHA.
Note: It took me a second to understand that trope since when I read this I woke up like 9 minutes ago 👍🏽 and it’ll most likely end with angst since I haven’t written any in F O R E V E R
Character(s): Stolas
Type of reader: M!Reader
Category: SFW (angsty kind)
Warning(s): None
Edited: ❌
You’ve known Stolas since the two of you were practically in diapers. Well, since you were in diapers since he was 2-3 years older than you.
But growing up, you always looked up to him and saw him as a really cool person, so cool to the point you subconsciously gained feelings for him, but never knew about them till your early teen years.
To you, and only to you, Stolas was perfect in every way imaginable.
That changed after Blitzø came along. He had began to slowly stop talking to you or being around you. But when he was around you it was Blitzø this, Blitzø that.
Every conversation you two would have he would always bring up Blitzø. Of course, you never tried to show whenever he talked to him it stung, deeply. But Octavia had noticed.
Her being observant and knowing you since she was a baby came in handy. She would notice how you would slightly sulk before pretending. She also knows how in love you are for her father.
It’s very obvious, but I think Stolas is too in love with Blitzø to notice. “I know you’re in love with my dad.” Octavia said as she mashed her cereal with her spoon, making you stiffen up with wide eyes.
“Whaaa? I am not.” You said with a small huff making her giggle.
“It’s very obvious you love him, Y/n. I’ve known you for a long time to know this.” She said, a soft smile on her lips.
“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? I won’t mind having another father figure in my life.” She said before putting some cereal into her mouth. You blinked owlishly before sighing.
“I..I want to..but I’m scared… Scared he’s going to reject me and hate me for liking him because he loves that stupid imp..” You said and held your head in your hands, lightly tugging at your hair.
Octavia frowned deeply. She didn’t know how deep your feelings were for her father so all she could do was rub your back and try to reassure you and to not think that.
“Um, Y/n?” Stolas said making you quickly sit up and turn your head to him. “Yes?” You said, a smile on your lips.
“Can I talk to you?” Stolas asked and Octavia took her cereal and left since she doesn’t want to hear to the conversation you two were going to have. “Um..sure? What’s up?” You questioned him, getting out of your seat and stood in front of him.
Stolas inhaler and exhaled through his nose before making direct eye contact with you. “I love you.” He suddenly said making your eyes wide.
“I know you love me as a friend-” “No..I love you not as a friend, Y/n.” Stolas said as he cupped your cheek in his hand. Your whole body was filled with goosebumps as you took two steps back.
“No… No you don’t.” “But I d-” “No you don’t!!” You shouted making his eyes go wide. “You love Blitzø..not me..” You whispered out.
“You’re being mean, Stolas. Why are you telling me this now all of a sudden, huh? I have been second to him my entire life in every single thing.. You only talked about him and never sought out my own feelings when talking about that imp!-” You said, slightly fumbling your words before taking a breather.
“I-” You held a finger up making him stop what he was going to say.
“I won’t..I won’t be and I don’t want to be the second option, Stolas. Not when I have spent so many years loving you because I looked up to you. I don’t want to live with the guilt of being seconds to someone. I won’t be the one you settle for..just because you can’t have him…” You sniffled, tears started to blur your vision. Being the second option stung. Deeply.
Stolas telling you he loves you out of the blue felt as if someone was squeezing your heart..but not in the good way. “I..I didn’t know you felt that way Y/n… I’m sorry..” Stolas said his eyes softening a tad.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Stolas.. I think it’s best if we leave things here..” You said and wiped away the tears that fell on your cheeks.
“But, Y/n-” You didn’t allow him to say what he wanted to say as you left through the front door and slammed it shut. Stolas sighed as he dragged him back against the wall slightly.
“You really messed up this time.” Octavia said, getting her father’s attention.
“It was so obvious he loved you, but you never acknowledged it..“ Octavia mumbled before going back upstairs to her room leaving Stolas to think back to when you’d make certain romantic gestures, but he never acknowledged them indeed.
#stolas#stolas x male reader#stolas x reader#Stolas x you#Stolas x y/n#fiction#male reader#helluva boss x male reader#helluva boss
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Brett hand SFW alphabet
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Oh definitely pda to the max. This man is all over you any chance he gets. He is so madly in love. His favorite way to show affection is through cheek/forehead kisses. He loves to pepper your face in them!
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
I think he’d fall first, but through you guys becoming best friends.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Little spoon through and through. My man has never been held once in his life and loves for you to hold him.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
House husband fs. He wants a big family and to live in a suburban house. Amazing at cooking. Like, amazing.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He’d be the one crying, not you. He’d feel so bad over it and would just sob his eyes out to you.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
LOVES COMMITMENT!! He’s so excited to get married to you. my guys has a whole Pinterest board made for it
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
So so gentle. He wants you to the feel the love and care he always wished he had growing up
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yes, loves hugs so much. Squeezes you to death
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
I don’t think he’ll say it right away. He was never told it as a kid and wants it to really mean something. Once he says it he’ll say it all the time after
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
I think he can be very clingy and very jealous. Not like, in a bad way, more a whiny jealous way. He’ll become super clingy
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He loves giving butterfly kisses over your face. He saw it once in a rom-com and fell inlove with it immediately
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He LOVES kids. He wants to start a big family of his own.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Wakes you up with making breakfast. Lots of ‘I love yous’ and soft kisses
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He likes winding down with an 80’s movie
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He’ll randomly say things about his childhood truama that he doesn’t even realize we’re bad. Other than that he’s open to talk about himself and share more. Not a fan about talking about his childhood growing up
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Not easily at all! He’s an angel
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He has a notes page dedicated to everything about you. He forgets nothing
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
I hc Brett to love marvel (Spider-Man) and made you guys do the Spider-Man kiss. He took you to s play ground to hang upside down on the bars and you guys shared a sweet kiss.
(Brett ended up falling and breaking his wrist)
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He’s not over protective but he will punch someone for you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He tries so so hard. He feels so much love towards you and want you to know that.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Can’t kill bugs
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He isn’t at all! It’s all in the personality to him.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
For sure will feel incomplete. You are his everything to him.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
I bet he has funny cat sock impressions
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He seems like the type to hate broccoli
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
My guy either curls up or sprawls in the middle of the night. He loves to be held or to hold something. Snores a lot
#brett hand#inside job#inside job season 2#inside job self insert#brett hand x reader#I love this man#brett#he’s my husband#I made this for my enjoyment mostly
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☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
⧫ Character: Chifuyu
⧫ Reader: genderneutral
⧫ WARNINGS: afab!reader switch!reader, perv! Chifuyu, mentions of praising and roleplay
⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
ꕤ The softest
ꕤ He will cuddle you and ask You 100 times if you're okay
ꕤ Definitely thanks you and helps you clean up
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
ꕤ He likes his thighs? Like idk how to explain it He just does (pls ride them)
ꕤ Can He say everything? No? Then He chooses your eyes and chest
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
ꕤ He prefers to come inside or on your chest
ꕤ As stated above, He just likes your chest so it turns him on to release onto it
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
ꕤ PANTIE THIEF
ꕤ He stole your favorite lace panties and uses them for when you're not around
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
ꕤ He’s never really cared for this until you came around
ꕤ Too busy to avenge his friend
ꕤ So uh yeah you took his V-Card and show him how things work
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
ꕤ The classic missionary
ꕤ Likes the intimacy of it and that He can look at your face and touch your whole body
ꕤ Also likes the cowgirl position for the same reasons
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
ꕤ He tries to be serious but He will crack a joke or laugh on accident
ꕤ He doesn’t mean it bad He just thinks sex should be fun
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
ꕤ He’s bare down there
ꕤ Shaves once a week so it’s always nice and clean and He has heard that it makes him look bigger
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
ꕤ He’s very romantic
ꕤ Always trying to set the mood with candles or music
ꕤ Touches you carefully and everywhere
ꕤ Also holds hands with you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
ꕤ He used to do it a lot but since He started having sex with you He doesn‘t like it anymore
ꕤ Prefers the “real thing”
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
ꕤ He’s pretty vanilla
ꕤ Has a big praise kink (both ways so make Sure to praise him)
ꕤ Is into roleplay
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
ꕤ Chifuyu prefers the bed over everything else
ꕤ Generally only in yours or his apartment
ꕤ He values privacy in those moments
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
ꕤ Tell him you want him
ꕤ Or praise him in a seductive way, He will rip his pants right off
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
ꕤ He wouldn’t do hardcore stuff like knife/ bloodplay
ꕤ Definitely no watersports or anything of that kind
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
ꕤ Chifuyu lives to please you so He loves to give
ꕤ He could spend hours between your legs and die a happy man
ꕤ Is a bit shy about receiving blowjobs but rarely turns them down
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
ꕤ He’s more slow but hits it deep
ꕤ When he’s frustrated with things He tends to take it out on you, going harder and faster than usual
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
ꕤ Isn’t a fan of them
ꕤ Prefers to take his time with you and explore your body
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
ꕤ He would like to try out different things and brings them up
ꕤ But He wouldn't like to do anything where others might see You two
ꕤ Sex is something very intimate and only between you two
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
ꕤ Chifuyu doesn't last that long but He can go for 3-4 rounds if you're up to it
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
ꕤ He would never admit it but He built himself a toy when He was younger but besides of that He doesn't really has any
ꕤ Would be shy about using them on you
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
ꕤ He doesn't like to tease, sometimes a tiny bit but He can't say no
ꕤ Teasing him on the other hand…. Make him beg, he’s into that
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
ꕤ He moans quite a lot but always muffles it with your neck/shoulder or his hand
ꕤ Thinks you don't like the sounds He makes
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
ꕤ Chifuyu likes to watch you play with yourself and He more than once secretly watched you when You didn't notice him coming home
ꕤ Or maybe you did notice and put on a nice show for him ;)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
ꕤ Chifuyu isn't the tallest and that also counts for Chifuyu Jr
ꕤ He’s a good 5 inches but with a nice girth
ꕤ It doesn't hurt but You do feel a nice stretch
ꕤ Slight curve to the left which he’s insecure about
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
ꕤ HIGH
ꕤ Once He found out how pleasurable sex actually is He wants it all the time
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
ꕤ He’s very tired after but doesn't fall asleep before you're taken care of and fast asleep in his arms
#tokyo revengers x reader#Tokyo Revengers smut#chifuyu x reader#chifuyu smut#chifuyu matsuno#Tokyo revengers Chifuyu#repost ♡
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Cruel Summer - Part 16
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pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
summary: After breaking up, you and Eddie do your best to soldier on with your lives, but you slowly begin to discover that there is a stronger line of connection keeping you together than just history…
word count: 9.5k
warnings: angst, swearing, horror descriptors, TW: violence/blood, major character death (f o r g i v e m e)
A.N.: here we go kids...
Eddie lies to himself that he knows what he’s doing, that this is all still part of the plan, and that things are not as well and truly fucked as they actually are.
A bigger part of him than he is willing to acknowledge is screaming at him to turn back, to do the smart thing for once, and save his miserable hide, but there is only one clear path for him, as suicidal as it may be.
You’d told him this wasn’t the type of thing he was going to be able to save you from if things took a turn for the worse, and part of him agreed with you – that’s the part of him that he’s imagining is ringing the alarm bells right now, but self-preservation be damned, he’s never been the kind of person to make “smart choices” and he’s not about to start now.
He’s going to get you out of here and back through to the other side, even if it kills him.
The bats are stuck to the outside of the trailer like so many screeching winged barnacles when Eddie bursts through the door, flying down the steps and across the lawn toward where the Wheeler’s bikes are still laying in a jumble on the front lawn.
It’s something that on the other side of the world would be so banal – the indication of a gathering of friends, everyone piled into someone’s living room to play Atari or watch tv, the tell-tale sign of a camaraderie that Eddie has been denied his whole life.
Here and now, it’s just a means to an end. When he gets the bike, he’ll whip out to the highway where the van is parked on the shoulder, where you’ll be tucked safely away, waiting for him, despite how the horrendous cacophony they’d sat listening to tells him otherwise.
He tells himself you’re going to be there because you have to be. You’ll be there and you’ll be okay, you’re going to make it through this no matter what.
No matter what.
He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do once he finds you, but that’s not important right now. Right now, he’s just got to get to the bikes in one piece.
Eddie was never really the kind of kid who rode bikes.
He was the kid who sat in his room all summer, teaching himself to play guitar, teaching himself to draw, trying to mold himself into the type of person he thought the kids on his block would want to be friends with, not the shape of the social pariah they were steadily forcing him into.
Eddie wasn’t the kind of kid who rode bikes growing up because, beyond the fact that all the other kids in his neighborhood went around treating him like he was diseased, he didn’t learn how to ride one until he was ten years old, which had been a starkly humiliating experience he doesn’t relish in reliving.
The wheels feel shaky and untrustworthy as Eddie pulls the bike up and swings his leg over, but sticky pedals and screeching gears are nothing compared to the cloud of teeth whirling overhead in a morbid murmuration.
He tries not to think about that or scraped knees and elbows as he wipes at the blood still oozing from the gash in his forehead – it stings unpleasantly as the motion pulls at the torn flesh there.
Eddie didn’t feel the bat’s teeth when they pierced his flesh, but he sure as hell felt them scrape along the ridge of his skull – worse than that, he heard it. He knows he’s going to need stitches, that it’s gonna leave a scar and he’s gonna have to grow his hair longer to cover it up – he doesn’t have time to be worried about that, because the bats were always going to get through into the trailer.
The same old fatalist part of himself he’s never been able to tune out always knew that the same way it always knew you were going to end up in the van – always expect the worst to happen and you’ll never be disappointed when it does.
Still, he’s bleeding a lot, and he knows he should probably be concerned about that, but if there’s one useless thing Eddie learned in the brief time Al Munson spent single parenting him – and most everything he ever learned from that man has been more or less useless – it’s that “head wounds bleed,”. He’d told him as much in a rare moment of fatherly clarity while tending to his cuts and bruises after breaking up a fight between Eddie and another boy.
It made him angry at the time, mostly because there was never a time in those handful of years when he wasn’t violently angry at his father, and any advice he was sure to give him was tantamount to bullshit, but here and now that almost seems like wisdom.
Maybe it’s because he’s scared shitless and ever so slightly concussed, but Eddie repeats the words like a mantra as he drops down over a curb and pedals like a shaky, uncoordinated madman.
He pedals and tries not to become overwhelmed with the sudden memory of flowery training wheels and iridescent tassels and the monstrously pink bicycle his mother had borrowed from their six-year-old neighbor in an effort to teach him to ride that Saturday afternoon in the spring of ‘76, when his reputation went it’s grave.
Word travels fast in Hawkins, and by 2 pm that day, all the neighborhood boys had turned out to watch Eddie Munson attempt to ride a little girl’s bike with his mother tailing after him, fruitlessly shouting instructions on how not to crash.
Easier said than done — that endeavor cost him two teeth and what meager savings they had in dentist’s bills.
Two years later, she was dead, and those same shitty boys took advantage of the open wound of Eddie’s grief, luring him out of the house with the promise of the summertime camaraderie he so desired.
Naturally, it was nothing but a great big joke to them, and it ended spectacularly with the lot of them riding out to the plant to throw things into the industrial crusher – rocks, cans, a basketball one of them had managed to balance on their handlebars the whole way, and Eddie’s bike – the one he’d received for his birthday only a few months earlier.
It was a rusty old Schwinn that Wayne had paid twenty bucks for at a garage sale in Bloomington, and decidedly uncool compared to the tricked-out BMX bikes all the other boys rode, but that didn’t make it hurt any less to lose it.
Eddie vividly remembers the sickening sensation that settled over him as he stood there, helplessly watching the angry metal teeth crunch the last of its spokes into oblivion – his prized possession, gone in one instant of shocking violence.
Of course, looking back now, it’s painfully obvious that this was those boys’ intention all along, to take something precious from him, scare him, and force him further from their ranks into the fringes where he exists now.
Eddie doesn’t last long on the bike before one of the bats kamikazes itself in the spokes, sending him flipping headfirst over the handlebars. He lands hard on his shoulder and feels something pop – that’s never a good sign – but he doesn’t stay down, because he’s got seconds before the bats descend, and he’s not sure you have even that much time.
Eddie runs the rest of the way, quickly shucking off his spear and shield because it’s hard enough to run in combat boots when you haven’t been chain-smoking since you were fourteen, and they’re only slowing him down.
He’ll worry about protecting himself later, right now he needs all the help and speed he can get.
That night, after losing his bike to the crusher, Eddie lay in bed crying an endless tide of silent tears over it. Little pearls of young desperation streaked down into his ears as he did his best to stifle his sniffles – not because of the loss of the bike or the hell he caught over it when he ended up having to call his father to come and pick him up, or even because he had been stupid enough to think those boys really wanted to be friends with him.
It was because he had nothing, and somehow, they still managed to take something from him.
Eddie’s never had a lot of things that are expressly his, and what he does have he’s had to work for. A helluva lot of blood sweat and tears earned him the van, his guitar, and you – the van is gone, Sweetheart too for all he knows, but you…?
He’s not going to let this place take you from him, not while he’s still standing.
Eddie crashes through the trees and into the underbrush, not giving a damn where he sets his feet down or whether Vecna knows he’s there — because if the Dark Lord Fucker isn’t wise to something funky going on in his domain by now, then they’ve got bigger problems than the bats or the hivemind.
These woods feel different, darker, denser — dangerous. It’s not the same as they were when he was walking along, having his silly little heart-to-heart with Steve.
Maybe it’s because this is a different patch of woodland, or maybe just because the urgency to get through them is through the roof, but it leaves him feeling like he’s running in place, treading water, that the road is getting further away with every step he takes and he’s never going to make it to you.
Eddie’s always been decent with direction – living your whole life in the same town comes with the benefit of basically always knowing where you are but crashing through the woods like this, he’s operating on dead reckoning. He’s running on a hope and prayer, which is a dangerous game considering that God’s never liked him much.
He runs until he begins to feel a deep and existential paranoia that he’s gone too far, or worse, that he’s headed in the wrong direction. It causes his inner compass to spin erratically with woeful doubt, and just as he starts to ask himself whether he ought to double back, the trees break, and there stands that same lonely stretch of road, sky wheeling overhead.
Everything is more or less exactly as it had been back on the other side, including the stark absence of the van.
Eddie’s heart drops into his ass as he comes to a skidding halt on the cracked and ruined asphalt.
He spins in wild desperate circles looking for any sign of what happened here, where you could have possibly gone, because it’s not that the van is missing altogether — there is in fact a great deal of evidence scattered across the road to suggest that, up until very recently, it was exactly where he’d left it in November of 1983 when time came to a screeching halt.
That evidence comes in the form of broken glass, smashed vines and debris, bits of twitching little bodies, since crushed and torn asunder beneath the mass of something roughly the size of an eight-thousand-pound Chevrolet Beauville Sportvan.
Somehow, that is worse than if it had never been here in the first place, because of what it suggests: that you ran for safety only to find yourself headed straight for a metal death trap.
It makes his blood run cold.
The debris trails heavily across the road, easily followed from one side to the other, over the asphalt, through the trees, and down a steep embankment.
There at the bottom lies the van, crushed and misshapen on its side, spattered in the results of its quick and violent departure from the road.
Eddie feels his legs go wobbly and his guts seize as a cold sweat breaks out across his brow. Suddenly he’s torn between hoping with every fiber of his being that you aren’t inside and praying irrationally to any deity who might be listening that you’re down there.
He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do if you’re not — he can’t imagine trailing back to the gate empty-handed.
If you’re not down there, he’s not leaving this place until he finds you, that’s for damn sure.
Slowly, a sound reaches him and Eddie realizes with a start that he can hear something coming from the van – the faint and broken tinge of a voice, someone calling out.
He slips and stumbles in the underbrush as he goes down the embankment at a pace, following the path the van carved into the earth when it evidently rolled.
The windows are all blown out, and in their absence, the voice continues to eke out into the still, heady air, growing louder as Eddie gets closer.
It’s something out of a recurring nightmare he thinks he’s had, some variation of you being thrust into a terrible danger he’s powerless to save you from — it feels like losing you at a party in a sea of people who have nothing but the worst intentions for him — for you.
Eddie shouts your name on instinct, cringing at the sound of his own desperate voice bouncing back at him – and then, terrifyingly, something mimics him, and shouts your name right back, crunchy and chewed up through static, like a voice being fed through a paper shredder.
It doesn’t take him long to recognize it.
It’s Dustin, calling you over the walkie-talkie, desperately crying your name and trying to get you to answer him.
“—Eddie didn’t follow me through the gate!” He wails, speaking so quickly and frantically Eddie can barely understand him, “H-he cut the rope – I don’t know where he’s going! Oh, God, oh, Jesus! – If you’re there, pick up! Please–”
Little fucking narc. Eddie thinks, gritting his teeth against the twinge of annoyance that blooms in him over being told on.
He swallows the feeling in favor of shouting your name again, long and loud, stretching it almost past the point of recognition.
This time, you answer.
“...I’m here…” You call weakly from somewhere behind him – inside the van, Eddie realizes with a start.
He can’t decide if he’s relieved, considering how weak the sound is.
He’s at the back doors before you finish speaking, and his heart jumps up into his throat when no amount of tugging garners any sort of movement, smashed and bent out of shape as the doors are.
Even pulling as hard as he can, Eddie can’t get them to budge.
It takes him far too long to remember that the doors at the back are not the only point of entry to the vehicle, and when he does, he scrambles around to the side, heart spasming erratically against his ribs as you call out to him again.
Your voice is tiny and fragile, and suddenly you sound like you’re about to break into a hundred tiny pieces.
“Eddie…?”
“I’m coming!” He chokes, bracing himself on his hands to hoist up onto the side of the van tilted up to the sky.
He tries to think light thoughts as he sits on his toes, perched on the runner and fumbling with the handle of the side panel door.
“I’m coming, Baby, just – just gimme a second to get this door–”
He tugs on it with the same force he’d exerted to no use at the back and cuts himself off with a startled yelp as it slides open with no resistance. Eddie very nearly topples over backward into the dirt, narrowly avoiding the door as it snaps off its hinges and whips past him, crashing down into the underbrush with a thunderous cacophony.
He grits his teeth against the sound and watches as it bounces and rolls off to disappear into the brush with a heavy thud.
Something is bound to have heard that, and if he wasn’t on a ticking clock before, he certainly is now. He’s got to get you and get out of here, figure out what his next move is before anything can come circling back around to finish the job.
When Eddie turns his attention back to the belly of the van, there you are, pushing up from where you lay on your side in a bed of broken glass and twisted metal – he’s never been happier to see you, considering the circumstances.
He drops down into the carcass of the van and lands beside you as softly as he can manage in steel-toed combat boots.
“Hey–” Eddie says, resting a tentative hand on your hip as you push up from the crumpled heap you’re lying in. “Baby... Sweetheart, are you okay? Come on, talk to me.”
You shake your head like you’re trying to clear a fog that has descended over your senses and press the heel of your palm against your forehead, making a pitiful sound as you do.
“Okay – I changed my mind,” You groan. “I don’t wanna be bait anymore.”
His hands migrate up to brace against your arms, trying in vain to steady you as you rock back into a seated position. You suck in a sharp breath and hold it, eyes screwed shut as you work through something – pain? Confusion? He can’t tell, and he can’t express how much that scares him.
“So, I guess this is the part where you tell me you told me so,”
Eddie surprises himself by laughing – a short wet bark that is just a little too loud in this enclosed space.
“You bet your ass I did.” He says, trying his best to sound easy, like maybe if he can laugh about this it won’t seem so bad.
It’s your turn to laugh then, a shaky exhale through the nose tinged ever so slightly with your typical mirth. And then you just sit there for a long moment, breathing in, breathing out, like you’re trying to center yourself or come back to yourself, or something, before you finally heave a sigh.
It takes you a moment longer to open your eyes, and when you do, your gaze flits up to meet his.
Your eyes immediately go wide, and it’s only then that Eddie remembers he doesn’t look so hot himself.
“Eddie – Oh, my God!” You gasp, reaching up to push his bandana back. “What happened?”
The material shifts with a gritty drag that sends a shiver of discomfort rocking through Eddie’s body.
“Nah, I’m okay.” Eddie says quickly, catching your hand and squeezing your fingers in a way he hopes is reassuring, “You oughta see the other guy.”
Then, just to show you it’s okay, he wipes the back of his hand across the cut on his forehead, growing sticky as the blood finally begins to coagulate. Eddie’s not willing to admit that he’s relieved about that, or that he’d seriously started to worry that these bats have some kind of anticoagulant in their saliva, like normal vampire bats only turned up to eleven.
How stupid would it have been to bleed out before he could even get you out of here?
You eye him warily, seemingly unsatisfied with the display, but unwilling to argue.
“Come on, we gotta get out of here – can you stand, Sweetheart?”
“I think so…” You say, bracing yourself against the way Eddie snakes his hands under your arms and gently eases you up onto your feet. “Ah– shit!”
You flinch and tense under his touch, causing Eddie’s insides to tighten with the fear of hurting you. He has to remind himself not to immediately release you, lest he drop you back among the broken glass and debris.
“Sorry!” Eddie says immediately, but you’re already shaking your head, refusing any sort of apology he might offer.
He knows he ought to be treating you with kid gloves especially if you were in this thing when it crashed and rolled like he highly suspects you were. He doesn’t know what's wrong with you, where you’re hurt, and he doesn't want to do something to inadvertently make a bad situation worse.
“What hurts, Babes? Your arm? Your ribs…?”
“My leg.” You hiss, craning your neck to look down at the thing – Eddie follows your gaze and notices the blood too late.
Big thick rivulets of it, streaking down to slick the inside of your thighs a bright and sticky crimson. It’s a lot of blood – too much blood, he might say if he was allowing himself to think about that, which he isn’t. Still, it takes him a panicky moment to find the source of the bleeding, and when he does his breath catches in his throat.
There, tied off around your upper thigh, is what he can only imagine is a piece of your shirt, torn off and fashioned into a tourniquet. The flesh below it is split into a long, jagged slice, lazily oozing over the expanse of your exposed skin. Eddie feels his stomach heave as he realizes he can see the faintest hint of muscle and sinew there.
He can’t get the words out to properly ask you what happened, but he sees the source of the wound before he has the time to really get worried about that. A thick, jagged piece of glass sits at your feet, at least four inches in length, and two of those inches are coated in a slick layer of blood – your blood.
Oh… shit.
He swallows hard in a lame attempt at regaining a bit of composure.
“What – uh – what do you need me to do here?” Eddie asks uselessly, feeling his mouth go dry.
The long and short of it? You need his belt to tie a better tourniquet, and while Eddie has never thought twice about unbuckling his belt for you, his fingers are trembling so badly as he fumbles with getting it unnotched and pulling it from his jeans that he nearly drops it twice before he gets it free.
He hates himself for the way you hiss out in pain when he slips the belt up over your thigh and pulls it tight – tighter even when you tell him to.
Eddie does as he’s told, despite his reluctance to hurt you, because you clearly know better than he does.
“How’s that–how’s it feel?” He asks once the belt is notched and looped, tight enough to cause your skin to discolor in places.
He’s on his knees in front of you now, eyes flitting back and forth between his work and your face, hands hovering aimlessly over the spot like he half expects it to spring a leak like some kind of rusty pipe.
“Tight.” You say through gritted teeth, and when Eddie feels his brows come together in concern, you shake your head and assure him that “Tight is good.”
After that, working together you manage to coax the back doors to fall open with a thunderous crash that has Eddie sucking in a tense breath. Your ticking clock is steadily running out, and he’s only thankful that you can more or less stand on your own two feet and walk yourself out of there.
Still, he has to carry you up the embankment, bridal style with your legs tucked over his arm – he’s hyper-aware of every one of his movements as he goes, suddenly so paranoid that any wrong step is going to tear something and set you to bleeding again.
Over the black river of pavement and through the woods, back toward home, you go – slowly, step after agonizing step you lean heavily on Eddie and hobble to safety. One foot in front of the other, baby steps one might even say – it’s agonizingly slow going, but it’s distance all the same.
The further you go, the more Eddie can’t help but start to fool himself that things are going to be okay – you’re going to make it.
He should know better than to hope for something like that.
Eddie doesn’t notice the bats at first, he’s too busy watching you for any sign of distress, and as a result, he only realizes something is wrong when he sees you stop short and recoil. Your eyes widen in fear and you gasp through your teeth, then he follows your gaze and sees them.
Like they knew he was going to eventually have to come back this way, like they’d just been waiting for him, there they are. Hundreds of bats, maybe even thousands, swirling and ducking and diving, a cloud of teeth and claws and winged screeching death swirling overhead.
“Eddie–” You gasp, fisting your hands in the side of his vest and trying your damnedest to tuck yourself in behind him.
“It’s okay – it’s gonna be okay.” He says, doing his best to swallow his own fear because how can that be expressly true when you can’t run?
How are you supposed to make it out of this one? The sobering truth settles in the pit of his stomach, cold and heavy like a rock, threatening to pull him down into the depths of sickening realization: you’re not.
Holy, shit. He can’t help but think. We’re going to die down here.
Strangely, Eddie can’t stop thinking about that moment back in the boat house with danger bearing down on the pair of you – he’d stressed that you had to get the fuck out of there, right now, and you’d more or less agreed … only, not the both of you.
There will be no more running for Eddie the Banished…
If he can buy you some time, find a way to lure the bats away from you, maybe you can make it back to the gate – but there lies the problem with your being unable to walk without his support. It’s a terrible conundrum, how to give his life to save yours when you need to use him as a crutch? He’ll burn that bridge when he comes to it.
“What are we gonna do … Eddie?”
Eddie twists to face you then, taking your face in both hands.
“Hey, look at me – we’re gonna be fine, we're gonna walk—”
“We’re not gonna make it!” you say in a clipped, panicked tone, eyes wide and reeling in their sockets as he holds you firmly to the spot and forces you to look at him.
“Doesn’t matter.” He says immediately, shaking his head, “We gotta try. So, we’re just gonna walk, okay? One foot in front of the other.”
You shake your head.
“They’re gonna see us.”
Eddie nods slowly.
“Yeah— yeah, they’re gonna see us, but it’s gonna be okay. Listen to me. Whatever happens, it’ll be okay ... you trust me right?"
"I trust you." You say slowly.
He rolls his shoulders in a shrug he hopes is half as calm and casual as it feels.
"So let's just walk, see what happens."
“...Okay.”
If he thought your pace before was slow, this is like trudging through wet cement. One foot after the other, just like he said, you make your way out into the open.
Eddie does his best not to breathe and he squeezes you tight against him, doing his best to sync your steps and hold as much of your weight as he can take without outright carrying you.
You get barely half a minute of peace out in the open before razor-sharp claws come flying down to rake the side of your face and send you staggering with a strangled scream.
Eddie manages to keep you upright, but only just, and he barely has time to decide where to go let alone process what the hell just happened before you’re hit again, this time from the right.
It’s actually astounding the way he’s already doing such a bad job at this – he came out here to protect you, didn’t he? Save you?
Maddeningly, no amount of thrashing or shouting seems to draw the bats' attention to him, like he’s not even there. He tries to put himself in front of you to act as some sort of a buffer against the attack as they swarm, but the bats just keep coming, and in the end, all he can do is pull you along at a staggering pace to try and keep the bats off of you.
In the distance, Eddie suddenly spies the discarded spear and shield lying in a heap and he feels the tips of his fingers sting with adrenaline. Suddenly, there’s a chance.
Forget the gate, if he can just get you to that shield, maybe he can protect you.
He turns to tell you the new plan just in time to see you enveloped in a pair of wings, and in a moment, your fingers slip from his.
“Shit– no–!”
“Eddie!”
Before he can grab you, something grips Eddie’s ankle and wrenches him off of his feet. He hits the ground and scrambles to try and find purchase on the pavement, blunt fingernails splintering in the earth as he’s dragged backward, away from you.
You’re wide-eyed, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you reach for him – fingers just miss each other, and then you’re gone as Eddie is wrenched away and you disappear into a cloud of flapping wings.
Oh, my God — Jesus fucking Christ, this can’t be happening, he thinks watching the frantic thrashing heap where you had been only a moment before.
That’s supposed to be him getting swarmed, not you… you’re supposed to make it… he’s supposed to save you — he’s got to save you.
Eddie kicks out and thrashes until his boots come away and he is free of whatever it is that has a hold of him. He scrambles to get his socked feet underneath him, but before he can straighten up he is hit again, hard enough in the back to send him sprawling forward.
His chin strikes the pavement, and stars burst across his vision. Eddie tastes copper as his mouth begins to fill with blood, but all of that is immediately secondary to the way his lungs have flattened in his chest and no amount of effort will inflate them again – he can’t breathe.
He can count the number of fights he’s been in on one hand, and most of those ended with him on the ground getting kicked in the ribs— this feels a lot like that.
In a slow, jerky motion, Eddie tries to curl in on himself, to protect the softer, more fragile parts of his body from any sort of real damage.
He’s too stunned from having the wind knocked out of him, and before he can tuck in and bring his knees up to his chest, he’s wrenched over onto his back by that same violent force that pulls him off his feet moments before.
In an instant, he’s spread taught like a pinned moth, arms and legs pulled nearly to the point of hyperextension, facing the sky as the bats lay him out.
There’s nothing he can do, no amount of kicking and thrashing to try and free himself this time. He’d barely held his own against one of these monstrous little fuckers back in the hall outside of his bedroom, there is nothing Eddie can do when half a dozen descends.
His mind begins spinning in desperately frantic circles, trying to work its way out of this – somebody’s coming to his rescue, right? Any second Steve or somebody much braver than him is going to come riding in to save his ass and pull him out of the fire. Somebody is coming – he’s not going to die like this, he’s not going to be eaten…
It takes them a moment to get through the padding of the army-grade vest, long enough that Eddie’s lungs finally inflate again, and gasping in a greedy intake of air, he manages to get one arm free enough to wrench his elbow down toward his midsection. The motion dislodges the bat tearing at him, preventing it from getting at his insides, but it leaves his throat exposed in the process.
The bats take no time to jump at the opportunity he has opened for them.
Time slows to a screeching halt, and this time Eddie feels the teeth breaking his skin. Every little puncture sinking deep into the tendons of his neck and pulling pieces of him away is amplified and, for half a second all he feels is a sting, then a series of pops and snaps before the warm wet gush of something flooding up into his hair and down over the expanse of his chest – blood, he realizes, his blood.
What had you called them? Giant vampire bats?
Paralyzed by the shock of having a literal bite taken out of his neck, Eddie’s body goes momentarily slack, and then he begins to feel the other points of pain as the bats make it through his armor and begin to tear into him.
Christ, they’re gonna eat him alive, and nobody is coming to save him.
The horror of such a statement is too much, it cracks Eddie’s brain open and he feels a part of himself slip away. He doesn’t shut down like he always imagined must happen to people in moments of great mortal peril, however, he stays tragically conscious, he stays lucid, and the bats keep eating at him.
Eddie shuts his eyes against it and fails to suppress a scream, as much as in pain as terror.
This can’t be the end, can it? Is this really how he’s going to die? Held down and eaten alive like some kind of Promethean cautionary tale – like something out of one of his campaigns?
What a stupid fucking way to die.
Then, inexplicably, just as it becomes too much to bear, it ends with a tremor. Small at first, enough to startle the bats away from their meal. Little faces slick with bright red blood pop up to look around, chitter curiously at each other, and then the world begins to shake, rattling Eddie’s bones as the earth quakes beneath him with a strange and deafening roar.
There is the rush of something being swung over him, a desperate shout and the bats screech and lift off like they mean to escape it – whatever it is – leaving Eddie lying where they left him. He watches them wink off into the dark with hazy eyes as the world endeavors to come to an end.
Things go dark then, and Eddie wonders with a stark burst of potent fear if this is the end and if he’s finally begun to die, but he’s still far too painfully aware of everything – of the rumbling, the fleeing bats, the burning and stinging and bleeding across the expanse of his body. Of the other body pressed against him, curling tight over him to try and shield him from whatever is happening, screaming in competition with the sound as it amplifies to a deafening roar.
And then it’s over, as quickly as it started, with a whimper rather than a fiery bang.
The rumbling silence that follows is punctuated by the sudden wet smacking of the stone-dead weight of a hundred bats dropping out of the air, like terrible, heavy rain. They hit the space above Eddie with heavy metallic thumps and he wonders briefly why he doesn’t feel their impact as they fall – he doesn’t really care; everything hurts too much.
Despite everything he’s still here… at least for now.
Even when the world grows still, he doesn’t move. He can’t. His body still screams in the absence of the assault where he feels every abrasion, even tear in his flesh, every bruised bone in his body all crying out at once.
It occurs to Eddie that he’ll die if he doesn’t get up, but that thought is lost under the pain, the way he can feel his life leaking out of him from several key points in his body with every panicked thump of his erratic heart. He knows he’s got to stop himself bleeding, but his limbs are heavy and sluggish — he can’t move – it hurts too bad to move.
Then stop moving, Stupid. Just lay there and die like you’re supposed to.
Something shifts above him, and the darkness is suddenly gone. He can see the sky as he begins to die, that terrible crimson flashing of lightning, and nothing else.
Eddie’s life doesn’t flash before his eyes – he isn't imbued with sepia-toned home movies of his first steps, scraped knees, and birthday parties.
When Eddie dies, all he thinks about is you.
You— crouched in the student parking lot in the first moment he ever really noticed you, gathering the contents of your spilled backpack, cracking a self-deprecating joke, and apologizing for bumping into him - treating him with the most basic human kindness where no one else ever extended the courtesy.
You — sitting on his bed with your knees pulled up, pouring over some homework assignment that isn’t due for at least another week, and ignoring the nonsense song he’s making up on the spot to try and distract you.
You— belly laughing at a joke that isn’t funny with your eyes squeezed shut and your nose wrinkled in the way that made him fall in love with you – You, blasting Duran Duran and jumping on your bed trying in vain to get him to dance with you – You, illuminated by some terrible slasher and shoveling tense fistfuls of popcorn into your mouth while you sit waiting for the impending jump-scare.
You – kneeling over him in this terrible place, battered and bruised, looking like the prettiest goddamn thing he’s ever seen – an honest to Goddamn angel – still clutching the slapdash spear and shield you’d used to save him.
Wasn’t that supposed to be the other way around?
You cast the trashcan lid away from where you’d held it propped above the both of you with a grunt, gasping out the effort and flinching against the harsh sound it makes when it strikes the pavement.
You’re hurt, more than you already were – blood is flecked across your face and oozing from various cuts, blossoming across the heathered grey of your shirt where it isn’t already drying black from before. It’s on your hands, leaving cold smears across Eddie’s skin as you frame his face, forcing him to look at you the same as he had done before.
“Eddie? Eddie.” You say, frantically looking him over, “Look at me – hey, you’re okay –”
Your voice is strange and lilting as you tell him again and again that he’s okay, but your face betrays any affected facade of calm you may have been trying to hold.
You’ve never been a good liar, especially when you’re scared. Not that Eddie needs to take a cue from you – he already knows he’s fucked.
It’s one of those existential feelings that settles in his bones, something he doesn’t need to be told to know, like when he knew he wasn’t going to graduate his first senior year, only worse.
“Bad, huh?” He grinds out, eyes rolling in his sockets as he tries to keep himself focused on you.
He can feel himself slipping and it’s terrifying. He searches you face, focusing on your features and trying to commit them to memory like maybe if he can just keep his eyes on you, he’ll be okay.
Maybe he’ll still make it.
You give a quick shake of your head that feels decidedly more ominous than it should.
“No – no, you’re okay,” You say again, “Can you-can you sit up? Try and sit up for me, Eds.”
He can’t imagine how he’s meant to do that, considering as far as Eddie can tell the bats have stripped him clean and he doesn’t have anything left between his ribs and his hips but empty spine.
Then again, you seem optimistic, and he can feel a sharp stab of pain in his belly when your hand comes down to rest over it, so he’s willing to try… or at least he’s willing to let you try.
“Let’s sit up, okay?” You say again, gently trying to guide him into a sitting position. “We’re gonna sit up and catch our breath, and then we’ll get out of here, okay?”
“Okay,” Eddie mumbles.
Slowly, he lets you coax him up, but then his waist begins to bend and Eddie’s body lights up in a hundred different points of agony.
Suddenly he’s on fire.
He screams out the agony, startling you with the sound, and you release him immediately, hands jerking back as fast as if the touch of his body had burned you.
He hears you swear hearshly from somewhere to his left — he can’t see where you’ve gone, he’s too busy laying there, trying to make himself breathe and waiting for the pain to pass.
It doesn’t – all he feels is the white-hot burning of half a dozen points where he’s busy bleeding his life away.
“Shit –” You say with a trembling voice, reappearing at his side, “Okay, on second thought, don’t try to move.”
He wasn’t planning on it.
Eddie’s only vaguely aware of you moving, putting that first aide certificate you’d once proudly shown off to good use. You gently try to coax him to lift his head, and he complies, whimpering and choking as it puts pressure on the wound in his neck – yeah, that’s the bad one — that’s the one that kills him.
“I know, I know it hurts —I’m sorry—”, you’re babbling as you press something to his throat and do your best to navigate the problem of applying enough pressure to stop the bleeding without choking him out.
Slowly, Eddie becomes aware of the way his hand has come up, trembling violently as he stares back at his fingers and tries to make his eyes focus on them. If he can just stay conscious, he’ll be fine. In the intermittent flashes of light, he sees the slick wetness of the blood coating his digits, rolling down his wrist into his sleeve in thick rivulets. He realizes with a start that one of those little fuckers took a bite out of his hand.
“Oh, shit…” he huffs, “…S-Sweetheart…?”
“You’re okay.” You say again, reaching out quickly to curl his hand in on itself and bring it back down to rest over his heart.
You keep saying that, but Eddie knows better. It’s too much blood — he’s only got so much of that stuff, and he’s fairly certain he’s lying in a good deal of it, pooling beneath him.
Still, it doesn’t seem to deter you as you maneuver him so that you’ve got your hands hooked under his arms.
“Listen to me, Eds,” you start, sounding winded as you speak, “We gotta get you to a hospital, so you gotta get up.”
“You said don’t move.” He whimpers, gritting his teeth and bracing himself for more pain.
You ignore his whining.
“I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna stand up, okay? I’m gonna help you.”
“Okay,” he says weakly, wincing when you shift beneath him, one leg tucked under yourself, the other bent, ready to push up.
The subtle movement alone is enough to send a sharp and lancing pain screaming through his body, and Eddie imagines for a moment that even if his wounds don’t kill him, your attempts at trying to save his life will.
There’s no good choice here. Everything hurts, and it’s not going to stop hurting, no matter what he does. not if he gets up, and not if he just lays there until he dies.
“Ready?”
“No.” Eddie pants.
Your fingers tighten against him and Eddie braces himself for what’s about to happen. He’s not sure how you expect to do this, but the only certainty here is that if he doesn’t get up, he’s going to die, and more than anything, Eddie doesn’t want to die, not down here in the dark.
“You start,”
He takes a series of quick breaths, one right after the other, then holds it — this is really gonna hurt.
“—One.”
You don’t wait for the rest of the count, and Eddie doesn’t know why he’s so surprised about that when he’s the one who taught you that kind of behavior.
You push up and pull with all your limited strength to try and move him with you. Pull him up onto his feet, and Eddie feels like you may as well have dropped him into a vat of acid, it’s the worst pain he’s ever experienced, and he’s fully convinced that he’s breaking into dozen of little pieces as you drag him up — there’s nothing he can do to stifle the screams that wrench themselves out of him as you go.
His voice is a strange, hollow sound against the flat air, and you almost instantly collapse under the combination of his dead weight and your own weakened state.
Eddie gasps out in relief when you fall backward, having done little more than wrenched him up into your lap. He lays back against your chest with his head resting on your collarbone and waits for the pain to pass… and waits… and waits… it’s not going to stop hurting, he’s going to die before it stops.
He can feel your heart hammering against your ribs like a subtle tapping at the back of his neck. You’re both gasping for air, gritting your teeth against your own individual pain, and speaking at the same time.
“Oh, God— oh Christ, don't-don’t do that again,” Eddie pleads, “Please don’t—”
“Sorry – I’m sorry – that wasn’t nice,” You say, “Give me a second and we’ll try again, okay?”
He shakes his head.
“No,”
“Eddie, I can’t do anything for you down here.” you stress, “We have to get you to the hospital right now. Come on, let’s try again.”
“I’m not—” he starts weakly, gritting his teeth and swallowing hard before forcing out a breathless chuckle, “I’m not gonna make it, Sweetheart.”
He hates to say it, but it’s nothing if not entirely on brand — he is, after all, the pessimist between the two of you. It doesn’t make the statement any less startling, like the clanging of a bell that rings out in the hollow silence that blooms between you.
“No,” you say with a potent tinge of panic, “No, don’t—don’t be silly, of course you are. You’re gonna be okay, you just have to—” your voice breaks as a sob forces itself up into your throat. “—Y-you just have to get up. Please get up…”
It breaks his heart to do it, but there’s no sense in pretending like you both don’t know he’s a goner. Eddie slowly shakes his head and watches your features crumple.
“Not this time.” he croaks, only just managing to get the sound out through the lump in his throat.
Your face contorts into a twisted mask of grief and you heave out a strangled breath, slumping forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck. For a moment, it’s all you can do but heave under the duress of trying not to cry.
It doesn’t work.
After a moment of silence, you push up again, sniffling and wiping in vain at the tears that refuse to stop falling from your lashes.
Eddie forces himself to look at you and face the finality of this moment. He watches the big fat tears defy all your attempts to stifle them, dripping down to collect at the point of your chin.
He hates himself for making you cry like that, but there’s nothing he can do — it’s just another one of those inevitabilities that some fatalist part of him always knew: the bats were always going to get through, you were always going to end up in the van, and he was never going to leave this place.
Eddie reaches up to brush the tears away, smearing blood across your face as he does. He would feel bad about that if he could make himself, but a strange calm has washed over him, and suddenly everything doesn’t hurt as badly as it did a second ago.
In the back of his rational mind, he knows that’s a bad sign, that it’s the beginning of the end, but he doesn’t care about that — all he cares about is you.
“It’s okay,” he hums, “Baby— it’s okay … but you gotta— you gotta go now, go to the gate – Dustin’s waiting–”
“No, not without you.” You sniffle, violently shaking your head, “I’m not going anywhere without you.”
Eddie’s heart leaps in panic as his vision wells up and goes blurry as tears begin to collect at the corners of his lashes. You can’t stay down here, but he knows there’s nothing he can do or say to make you go – nothing he’s willing to say, at least.
Suddenly, Eddie is struck with the thought that these are the last minutes of his life, there are no do-overs after this, no second chances. When he closes his eyes, he’s going to die, and this is the last time he’s ever going to see you — what a terrible thing that is.
You’re gonna go on, keep on living your life, hit all those milestones you’d planned together, and he’s gonna be so sorry to miss it. How terrible a thing it is that you could love something death can touch – he would tell himself that he’s happy to die so that you can live, but somehow he can’t muster the feeling.
“At least I didn’t run away this time, huh?”
Eddie tries to smile like he’s laughing at himself for being so stupid, but all he manages is a pained grimace, a horizontal stretch pulling his lips into a tight line — his mouth is full of blood.
You smile, a weak and wilting mirror image of the look he’s sure he just gave you, and you shake your head.
“No,” you sniffle, brushing back his hair in a helpless attempt at soothing him, “You ran toward the danger, like a big dumb brave idiot… you saved me.”
Eddie heaves out a stuttering sigh, a desperately melancholy thing, and shuts his eyes tight against the feeling welling up inside of him.
Grief? That’s for certain, because you’re both going to die down here if you stay, but he can’t bear the thought of being parted from you, not here when he needs you most.
Suddenly, he’s that eleven-year-old boy standing on his uncle’s front steps, only this time he’s begging himself not to go.
“Stay with me, Eds…” You tell him.
“F-fuck,” he stutters, “I’m so— God, I’m sorry. I really tried this time, Sweetheart… I tried to stay, but I–” He breathes out harshly because he'd rather waste a breath than time choking on the sob welling in his throat, “–I don’t – I don’t want to go… I don’t wanna go.”
You shake your head and shush him, gently caressing the apple of his cheek with your knuckles.
“...I know, Baby.” you murmur, “Look at me … I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
The words strike him one after the other, harsh and potent stabs of fear pincushioning him and holding him there where he lays in your arms.
You have to go, he wants to tell you, if you stay you’ll die. But he can’t get the words out fast enough. His speech is sluggish and slurred, clumsy on his tongue.
“You can’t—”
You don’t let him finish.
“I made a promise, Eddie.” You press, “I said I wouldn’t leave you. So, if you’re staying, I’m staying.” And then you bring his hand up to draw a shaky x over the left side of your chest, “Cross my heart.”
It’s simultaneously the worst and best thing he’s ever heard. Maybe there is something poetic about it, spending eternity down here together, your bodies decaying and intertwining, falling together until you’re nothing but a jumbled heap of bones, yours indiscernible for his — together is better.
People are eventually going to forget about him … but you? No one will know what happened to you, not your friends, your parents, not Wayne – oh, fuck … Wayne.
Eddie’s heart thumps a slow and heavy rhythm in his chest as images of his uncle’s face swim before his eyes.
It’ll be hardest for Wayne, the not knowing.
He’s going to spend the rest of his life searching, wondering what happened to him, waiting for a sign that he’s okay, that he made it – or some sign that he didn’t – and it’s never going to come.
He’s going to die not knowing what happened, and somehow that’s the worst part of all of this.
Suddenly, Eddie can’t stop thinking of all the people he’ll never see again, everyone he’s letting down, dying like this. Gareth and the band, everyone in Hellfire —Dustin, God, Dustin’s gonna be crushed.
He feels his face contort into a mask of terrible sadness before he draws in a sharp, pained breath and holds it. Hot tears well up and spill out from his lashes, streaking down over the side of his face to collect in the shell of his ear.
“It’s okay, Eddie, I’m here…” You say gently, “I’m right here.”
“I love you,” He says shakily, desperately.
You nod.
“I know, Honey – I love you too… so much.”
You continue stroking the side of his face as he feels himself begin to fade, his limbs growing slack, his aches and pains easing away.
Finally, it’s like he can breathe again, and the air is cool and sweet. If he really wanted to, Eddie thinks he could delude himself into imagining that you’re lying out in a field somewhere, hundreds of miles from Hawkins and the Upsidedown and everything that means him harm, that means you harm.
It’s just the two of you, in this peaceful place, the grass is soft, the birds are chirping — he’s back home in the Shire, Mordor long removed from the horizon.
It’s hard to force the words out through the way his teeth are chattering – he’s suddenly so goddamn cold, he’s surprised he can’t see his breath clouding in front of his face – but he tries.
God, does he try.
“For the quest is achieved–” Eddie stutters, “And now all is over,” He opens his eyes, and the illusion is gone as the crushing darkness of this place comes rushing back in.
He’s so cold, he can barely feel your hands anymore and he has to look to make sure you’re still there, smiling sweetly, tears cutting thick rivulets through the dirt and grime caking face.
Eddie heaves out a sigh as he finishes the quote.
“I’m glad you’re here with me –“ He tells you, “Here, at the end of all things.”
Everything is muffled now. Eddie doesn’t hear the voice calling his name in the distance, calling yours – he watches your head snap to attention, watches the expression on your face change, and then change again.
Shadows are creeping in on the edges of his vision when you look back down at him, your features are growing fuzzy, but he can see your brows suddenly pinched tightly over your eyes as a newfound urgency etches itself across your face – God, he’s so damn lucky he gets to see your face one last time.
He tries to commit you to memory, but suddenly you’re nothing more than a blown-out silhouette of yourself, working your mouth, curling your fingers in tighter around him.
You’re saying something, but Eddie can’t understand you, the words are garbled, like being spoken underwater.
He would be sad about that if he were able.
He wants to tell you he loves you again, one last time before he goes, make sure you know for certain before it’s too late, but he’s already slipped beneath the surface by the time the thought crosses his mind.
Somewhere, he thinks he can hear you talking to him, still stroking his face in that lovely way you always do. He imagines you asking him to stay stay stay… he would if he could.
#cruel summer fic#cruel summer#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#stranger things fic#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfic#joseph quinn eddie munson#joseph quinn fic
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. . . . . . . . . 사랑에 빠진 바보 ★ f o o l i n l o v e
p a i r i n g s :: kim gyuvin x reader
g e n r e :: fluff, angst
w a r n i n g :: not proofread, clumsy gyu !
w / c :: 1.1k
Gyuvin didn't have to try hard to make you laugh because it sort of just happened. But honestly, he never really wanted to make you laugh, especially when all he was trying to do was be a good boyfriend.
Even now as you chuckled softly at him before taking his hand in yours as he had struggled moments before trying to grab yours. As you chuckled softly at Gyuvin's clumsy attempt to hold your hand, he grinned sheepishly, his cheeks turning a faint pink.
Gyuvin's clumsiness had always been endearing to you. It added a touch of charm to his personality, making him even more lovable in your eyes. You gently squeezed his hand, reassuring him that you found his little mishaps adorable. However, Gyuvin couldn't help but stare down at your interlocked hands with a downhearted face.
As you turned back to the movie playing on the TV, Gyuvin couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. Was he a good boyfriend? Anytime he tried to do anything slightly romantic he always made a fool of himself. He couldn't help but wonder if you regretted dating him. You always seemed to laugh at him which made him question whether you were truly laughing with him or at him. He wanted to be the best boyfriend he could be, but his clumsiness and inability to execute romantic gestures flawlessly made him doubt himself.
Feeling the weight of his self-doubt, Gyuvin shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his mind racing with thoughts of inadequacy. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was failing to meet your expectations as a boyfriend. The fear of disappointing you loomed over him, making it difficult to relax and enjoy the moment.
Lost in his thoughts, Gyuvin found it difficult to focus on the movie. Instead, he stole glances at you, admiring your beauty and the way you seemed so effortlessly comfortable in his presence. He couldn't help but wonder what you saw in him, a nobody who couldn't even give his girlfriend the grand gestures and flawless romance she deserved.
After a while, unable to keep his thoughts to himself any longer, Gyuvin mustered up the courage to speak. "Hey, uh, y/n," he began, his voice slightly hesitant. You turned your attention away from the movie and looked at him with a soft smile, encouraging him to continue.
Gyuvin took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before he spoke. "I've been thinking a lot lately, and I just wanted to talk to you about something." He paused, his gaze searching for the right words. "I feel like I'm not doing enough for you, like I'm not living up to your expectations as a boyfriend."
Your brows furrowed with concern, and you reached out to gently caress his cheek. "Gyuvin, why would you think that? You're an amazing boyfriend. You make me laugh, you're caring, and you always make me feel loved."
Gyuvin's eyes met yours, searching for any sign of insincerity or pity. When he found none, he let out a small sigh of relief, feeling the tension in his chest ease slightly. Your words warmed his heart, but he couldn't help but voice his concerns.
"I know you say that, but sometimes I feel like I can't give you the kind of romance you deserve," Gyuvin confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I just want to be a boyfriend, your boyfriend who doesn't mess up when I'm trying to hug you or just try to do something as simple as holding your hand. I know you always laugh but I don't mean to make you laugh at my clumsiness because that's just me trying to be the best the boyfriend I can."
With a gentle smile, you replied, "Gyuvin, I understand where you're coming from, and I appreciate your efforts to be the best boyfriend you can be. But let me tell you something: you don't have to be flawless or execute grand gestures to make me happy. It's your genuine love and care that mean the world to me."
Gently wiping away a tear that escaped the corner of Gyuvin's eye, you continued speaking, "I fell in love with you, not because of some grand gestures, but because of who you are – the sweet, caring, and genuine person you are. Your quirks and clumsiness are a part of what makes you, and I wouldn't want you to change any of it. You are perfect to me just the way you are."
Gyuvin's heart swelled with emotion as he listened to your words. He realized that he had been too hard on himself, trying to live up to some unrealistic standard of what he thought a perfect boyfriend should be. But now, with your reassurance and understanding, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.
Gyuvin took a deep breath, feeling a newfound sense of relief and gratitude wash over him. He reached out and held both of your hands, looking deeply into your eyes, his own reflecting sincerity and love. "Thank you, y/n." You smiled warmly, squeezing his hands in reassurance. "Just don't ever doubt yourself again, or I will fight you."
Gyuvin let out a soft chuckle, the tension in his chest now replaced with a sense of comfort and security. "I promise, I'll try my best not to doubt myself again," he said, his smile growing wider. "And if I ever do, I know I can count on you to remind me of how much you love me, clumsy quirks and all."
You linked your pinkie with his. "Pinkie promise?" Gyuvin smiled and nodded, wrapping his pinkie around yours. "Pinkie promise," he said, sealing the pledge with a tender squeeze before leaning in only to accidentally bump his head into yours.
You couldn't help but laugh at Gyuvin's adorable clumsiness yet again. He joined in the laughter, rubbing the spot where his head bumped against yours, looking sheepishly embarrassed. "See, this is what I'm talking about," he said with a chuckle. "I just can't seem to get it right."
"Hey, getting it right doesn't matter as long as you're trying. And plus I'll still love you regardless." you reassured him, your laughter subsiding. With a gentle smile on your face and twinke in your eyes, you looked at him with so much love. With a renewed sense of confidence, Gyuvin leaned in again, this time successfully capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. It made your heart swell. Hey, maybe he was a fool in love but he was your fool. You wouldn't have him any other way.
#zerobaseone imagines#gyuvin imagines#gyuvin scenarios#zerobaseone scenarios#gyuvin x reader#gyuvin x you
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jigen has a realization.
(id, notes, and bonus sketch under the cut!)
[Image ID: a four page comic done in faded monochrome sepia tones featuring Jigen and Goemon from Lupin III. Jigen stands out on a balcony, smoking and leaning on the railing as he looks out over the city. He glances back as someone from behind him asks, "Mind if I join you?" Goemon comes to stand next to him. Jigen: "'Course not. How're you feeling?" Goemon: "Better." Jigen: "Glad to hear it." We see them closer up, and it can be seen that Goemon is very beat up, with a black eye, cuts all over his face, and bandages on his fingers and arms. Goemon: "...May I have one?" Jigen, lost in thought: "Huh? Oh, uh - Yeah, sure." He fishes out a cigarette and hands it to Goemon, who puts it in his mouth. "Do you need a--" starts Jigen before breaking off, startled, as Goemon grabs his face and leans in to light his cigarette with Jigen's. Close up on Jigen's wide eyes with the light of the cigarette reflected in them. He's having a moment. Then Goemon pulls back and leans against the railing, exhaling a cloud of smoke. Jigen stares at him. Goemon: "You're staring, Jigen." Jigen flinches and tugs his hat down over his eyes, blushing and muttering "sorry." But then he lifts his head, surprised, as Goemon puts a hand on his back and looks at him with a smile. Jigen smiles back. The final page is a single wide shot of them standing on the balcony together, leaning against each other, each with an arm around the other. End ID]
hi 🫣 feeling very shy about posting this one but i managed to convince myself to do it anyway so i hope it doesn’t flop teehee. some misc notes about this comic and its making:
it’s a scene from a wip fic of mine that may or may not ever get finished. the gist of it is that goemon gets tortured and almost dies, and it kind of forces both of them to realize how much they care about each other
the posing of jigen’s hat and the visibility of his eyes (neither, one, both) is very intentional and symbolic! see if you can kind of track that theme through the comic :]
when i was thumbnailing, the third panel on the first page gave me some grief because i couldn’t figure out where to put the speech bubbles so they wouldn’t get in the way. then i had the idea to put them in between J and G, because it adds a nice symmetry and if you squint also has a sort of symbolic meaning (something something the words are figuratively separating them from each other, exchanging pleasantries as a stand-in for saying how they really feel, etc etc)
this comic was great practice drawing profiles and hats lmao
i did a chunk of the sketching and planning for this while drunk and i honestly think it made it better
this took me F O R E V E R and i stared to get really tired of doing it by the end so you can probably see the quality decrease lmao. alas. it's not perfect but it is what it is
and finally, a little bonus that i really needed to get out of my system after drawing this:
#ITS FINALLY DONE#jigoe#lupin iii#lupin the third#jigen daisuke#daisuke jigen#goemon ishikawa xiii#ishikawa goemon xiii#jigen#goemon#skye draws
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heist au
i don't know why i felt the urge to mess with this today but i've had an idea for a heist au for the ygos f o r e v e r and one day i'll actually write it all out... i've been posting ideas and bits lately so why not one more?
this is the intro i have written which mostly focuses on joey and yugi's relationship, but don't worry, the whole gang will show up soon
Joey Wheeler sighed as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. He closed out his voicemail, his landlord’s gruff voice still ringing. Rent was going up in Flatbush. When wasn’t it. Scrounging together the last few dollars he needed was getting harder each week.
He pushed it aside for now. He had other bills to pay, work to worry about, and he needed to stop by his dad’s place, just to make sure he was showering and going to work. Serenity had texted him. He pulled up her name as he jammed the key into the lock, and he paused. The door was pulled back from the frame a fraction of an inch. It stuck like that all the time. You really had to push it to make sure it closed properly. He did it every day when he left. Joey tucked his phone back into his pocket and swung his keys into his fist, shoving the door open.
His box of an apartment wouldn’t look any different for a breakin. This morning’s dishes were still in the sink, the egg and grease caked onto the plate. His shoes were kicked off next to the door in a haphazard pile. A pile of hoodies draped over the patched couch, and his books and DVDs were scattered on the coffee table, alongside week old mugs. The TV and Playstation were untouched, and his laptop, a few generations out of date but still functioning, was exactly where he’d left it his morning.
Joey let out a breath, stepping quietly through the door. Maybe his landlord had come by to see if the place was sellable. He hadn’t given his dad a key, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t drop in if he could manage it. A sound from his bedroom startled him, and he peered through the open door. Diesel Kane might be bold enough to trounce him in his own flat, or maybe it was Trudge hitting him up again. Joey puffed up, fists curling, and he marked forward, ready to bluster and intimidate. A figure appeared there, a head shorter than he’d expected, and his hands reached for their collar, bringing up the face of--
“Yugi!” He gasped and let go. “Sorry, man, I thought--”
Yugi stumbled back, but he was smiling. “It’s my fault, Joey. I should’ve let you know I was dropping by.”
“Yeah, dude.” He slid his hands through this hair, releasing the tension in them. “I didn’t even know you were in the city.”
“I flew in today,” he said. “I thought you’d be home.”
His grin was bright, round eyes warm. He looked like he did in his Instagram photos: vest pulled over his long sleeve shirt, a backpack slung over his shoulders, his usually spiked hair pulled back with the curls of his bleached bangs framing his face. Usually he was standing in front of his grandpa’s shop in Domino, or posing with cool kids in Harajuku. He must’ve just gotten off a thirteen hour flight, looking exactly as cheerful as he always did.
“You shoulda told me.” Joey waved him into the living room, kicking aside the mess. “I’ve gotta shift in like three hours, but we could grab something quick. I know a great burger place--”
“Joey,” Yugi said, still smiling. “I didn’t come to visit.”
He stopped and looked at him. “Yeah?”
“I’ve got something lined up,” he said. “And I really need your help.”
Excitement jolted in his veins. “A job?”
He nodded.
“How big?” Joey asked.
Yugi grinned. “You have no idea.”
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The first time Yugi approached Joey about a job, it’d been right after high school graduation. Yugi had been in his first semester at college in Domino, one year before he would drop out, claiming with his grandpa’s health and his poor grades, it didn’t make sense to continue.
Joey was still living with his dad, and things had been going bad. He took work where he could get it to pay the bills, and Diesel had come skulking around again, always with a carrot in his hand and a stick behind his back. Yugi had appeared, staying with another one of his friends who went to NYU. Over dinner, at some sandwich shop over in Park Slope, Yugi had asked for his help. It was important, he claimed, and he could only trust him with it. He asked him to come back to Japan with him. Joey couldn’t say no.
The first time Yugi had laid out his master plan for Joey, he hadn’t known what to make of it. They’d been in his bedroom above his grandpa’s shop, and Yugi showed him a small replica of the art gallery two blocks over, using figurines sold in little plastic bags from the game store. The security had a major flaw in it. He’d pointed it out to Joey, who nodded numbly. He listened to his whole spiel, and then Yugi sat down across from him and asked him what he thought.
The next day they’d stolen five thousand dollars worth of fine art. Joey played his muscle when he and Yugi went to the fence. They split the take even. It didn’t really hit for Joey what they’d done until he was on the flight home, and an excitement thrummed inside his chest.
The jobs got bigger. The payouts were good. It wasn’t like kicking over corner stores for Diesel Kane, or brawling against the kids that were bigger, tougher. The people they stole from were rich, the things weren’t important, and most of all he trusted Yugi. Joey would lay down his life for the guy.
So when he told him there was a job in his own backyard, Joey didn’t even have to think twice.
#heist au#yugi muto#joey wheeler#jounouchi katsuya#yes i might've put on oceans 11 we'll see what happens next#my fanfic#give me the bits
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Thanks for answering my question about asks and requests (: you are very kind
As an ask then how do you think the Weasels will be when drunk? I don't think they are all so inclined to drink, Stu for example seems too childlike for it, but it's a fun scenario to imagine 🍷
Of course!! ^^ Sorry it took me a moment to respond to this one, work is exhausting 😅
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Toon Patrol x Drinking
Greasy: Greasy values his wit and self control (... when it doesn't involve pretty women I mean) too much to partake. Even if everyone else is drinking and acting like drongos around him he'll be sharp as a knife.
Psycho: L o v e s to try a new drink XD According to him they're like little gas leaks in his mouth and chest and he loves the horrible feeling! XD Generally Psy wont get d r u n k, cuz he only tries a few sips each time, but if Stu is on a roll with making them then Psycho w i l l end up pissed and thats not good for anyone 😅 If you thought e was feral before- you haven't seen him on all fours moving at Top Speed.
I raise you (or anyone else who may feel compelled to respond XD ) another thought: Psycho and energy drinks XD
Smartass: Honestly I cant really see Smartass drinking that much 🤔 if ever 🤔 I feel like people will disagree with me but... eh. Maybe sometimes he'll have something? If he's REALLY stressed and annoyed?? XD
Stupid: I actually think Stupid w o u l d be a drinker!! XD I dunno, to each their own of course!! ^^💛💛💛 I just don't really think of Stupid as childlike. I think of him as d u m b, of course, really really dumb, but not childlike. I think he'd be the one experimenting with mixes and different cocktails?? XD Just imagining Stu in the kitchen shaking up a drink and offering a taste to Psy and Wheezy XD And Stu taking on the group therapist mantel when he's got that shaker in his ands, like *hands Wheezy a pink drink like a flower* duhh are you okay?? do ya wanna talk about it?? And Smartass automatically handing the drink menu over to him (Which Stu immediately ours through, like 'ooh!') if they go out XD Stu is a big boy, too, so its hard for him to get truly h a m m e r e d, but he can get there XDD Luckily, he's a nice drunk! XD
Wheezy: Wheezy can f o r s u r e hold his booze the best XD It takes a lot to get him drunk (even tipsy). If he drinks, it doesn't really take away any of his inhibitions; its just to loosen up. He's definitely one to go for a few drinks at the end of the week (He needs it after working with these freaks XD)... but its usually interrupted with a. Greasy being there and hitting on someone and him having to bail Greasy's horny green ass outta trouble (Unless he just ignores it, which is more common. But even then Greasy will d r a g him into it XD *Greasy getting dragged from the pub* el fumador help meeee! i'm being falsely accused!! Wh- dont ignore me!- hey! you with the body odor!!- fucks sake.), b. Smartass drags them back to work. In either case, he is sure to down s o m e t h i n g before he's gotta get up off the bar stool he feels he belongs on.
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helloo are requests open? can i request boyfriend a-z with james from trainee a? thanks so much !!!
♡James A - Z♡
♡Special thanks too: anon, trainee a, James
♡Note: sorry this took so long I had a skin condition going on it's cleared up now and it no longer hurts to hold my phone
♡Taglist: @leoonoa - @mxlly143 - @wonootnoot
♡cw: kissing : affection : mentions of pda : mentions of jealousy :
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A - affection (how affectionate are they)
Extremely, he's always hanging off you, or pulling on your arm for attention.
B - boyfriend points (cute things they do)
Sometimes when he's bored, he'll randomly call out for you but say nothing, or he'll (if he's laying on the floor) crawl over to you and "accidentally" trip you then trap you into cuddling with him.
C - comfort (how comforting are they)
He's not very good with his words when it comes to comforting so he tends to stick with affection and gently rub you're arm or back while letting you get out what's got you upset.
D - dreams (there future with you)
He imagined like 9 kids a giant house with 8 dogs and 4 cats with a few fish.
E - everlasting (how long will y'all last)
As long as you want him, he'll stay with you till you get tired of him and move on.
F - friendship (how long were you two friends)
For a few months before he confessed, he only talked with you because he's seen you around and you became a small(read: huge) crush.
G - games (couple games they play with you)
He's all for games, I mean if he could he'd play games 24 hours with you, but his favorite is even tho it's childish is tag he loves chasing you around.
H - hugs (how often do they crave hugs)
365 24/7 none stop he loves hugs whenever he can attach to you he will.
I - I love yous (who was the first person to say I love you)
He was, spontaneously he just yelled it out one day, like actually yelled, the two of you were watching TV when suddenly you heard a gasp from next to you a very loud "I love you!" Following right after.
J - jealousy (how jealous are they?)
He can get self conscious, so instead of getting mad jealous he'll get sulky and make sad little comments asking why you even like him.
K - kisses (kinds of kisses they give)
Cheek kisses and lip kisses are his favorite when he can't reach either he'll put his eye close to you and blink leaving butterfly kisses.
L - lazy days (lazy days with them)
Lazy days are rare, he's super hyper so to get him chill it happens rarely, but when they do happen he likes to cuddle and play a random game on his phone while you're head rests on his chest.
M - mornings (mornings with them)
You wake up way before him, so you'd get all you're stuff done and get ready letting him sleep more before you gently shake him awake.
N - nicknames (nicknames for one another)
He calls you the weirdest nicknames he can think of you're not "babe, baby, honey" or anything sweet you're "stink"
O - opening up (how fast did they open up to you)
A few months after being friends before you started dating when he opened up to you that's when he confessed.
P - PDA (public display of affection)
The most he'll do is hand holding but only the pinkies.
Q - quality time (how they spend time with you)
Whenever he gets free time he's by you're side so you often play games or do what he likes.
R - romance (how romantic are they)
3/10 on the romantic scale he can be if it's an important event but he's nowhere near romantic on a normal day.
S - support (how supportive are they)
You're #1 Fan he hypes you up like no other.
T - thrill (how thrilled are they about you)
When he was in trainee a they often complained since he never shut up about you, he'd brag even if you just flipped you're hair over you're shoulder.
U - understanding (how understanding are they)
He's went through a lot as a trainee that really opened his eyes moving from one place to another and forcing himself to learn a whole new language changed his view on a lot of stuff.
V - value (how much they value you)
He values you like he values life, to him you're everything and need to cherished.
W - wild card (random head cannon)
He loves teaching you his native tongue whenever you get something right he'll give you a round of applause.
X - xylophone (your couple song)
Promise by jimin
Y - you (what they think of you)
He thinks you're an angel he thinks so highly of you.
Z - zzz (naps with them)
Naps with him consist of cuddling (him on you to keep you warm) his hand gently under you're head to act as a pillow and the other hand is interlocked with yours.
#answersᝰ.ᐟ#anons ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ#kpop trainee#trainees#trainee#trainee a fanfics#trainee a imagines#trainee a james#trainee a x reader#trainee a one shots#trainee a scenarios#ta x reader#ta x you#ta one shots#ta scenarios#ta imagines#james x reader#James one shots#james scenarios
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halloween with boys :))?
—𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗖𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 + 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗦
—pairing; ot5 x f!reader
—genre; fluff.
—warnings; none.
—a/n; thanks for requesting love! i still have another request, i promise im working on it! if you also want to request a hc, ill be glad to write it<3
—𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗟; vampire.
CASS IS SO EXCITED
ofc he would pretend he isn't
but secretly, he's been planing your couple costume a few weeks ago
i feel like he REALLY loves halloween
or maybe he just likes scaring people and having a reason to do it
anyway
he keeps doing it to nath and ken
they hate him for it
but he laughs his ass of as he tells how loud their screans were
when the big day comes, he would shyly confess you that he already got your costumes
you would laugh and call him cute
he would blush but then brush it off making fun of you
as he always does😤
castiel took you to a hallowen party
it had amazing atractions
you two went to a scary house
he OBLIGUED you to go
it was an excuse to hold you
he couldnt help it
after it finished
he laughed at you and called you a baby
anyway
he made it up tomyou by buying you a really cool shirt
overall: you would def have fun with cass during halloween.
—𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟; police officer.
nath isn't a big fan
he thinks halloween is a nonsense holyday
but, he ends up celebrating it if you really like it
he would even agree to get a costume
and ofc you would MAKE HIM wear a police officer costume
and tbh he looked really hot
anyways, your plans at first were to stay home
but, some of your friends were throwing a halloween party, and you two were invited
he picked you up, and you two arrived to your friend's house
it was REALLY hard to convince him
and he acted as if he didnt wanted to go
but then he went crazy
drinking, dancing, even doing karaoke
you would film him and take a LOT of pics of him drunk while singing his favorite song
when he woked up the other day, he didnt remebered anything
so, you showed him the video
he was soo embarrased
let me tell you that you will have a hard time convicing him to go to a party w you next halloween.
—𝗟𝗬𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥; mad hatter.
i think lys is kind of used to halloween because of castiel
he used to also drag him to celebrate his favorite holiday with him
thats why he cant deny you when you invite him to decorate pumpkins w you
its kind of cliché
but, he really likes it
you two made a whole pumpking thing with candles and all that
and, used it to decore the school as they were organizing a halloween party
he didnt know if he actually wanted to go
but castiel and you took him anyway
(altought it wasn't really hard for you to make him wear his costume)
he was kinda uncomfy at first
but then he ended up having fun
halloween felt different w you
i mean, he liked going with his best friend
but you were you
and you gaved halloween, a holyday he didnt liked much, a new a meaning
and, as long as it means spending time with you, lys loved halloween.
—𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡; ezio auditore.
he really likes halloween
mostly because alex and him spend their whole time playing pranks
on
e v e r y o n e
ok, so
this is cannon
his costume is ezio
anyway, he doesnt really need an excuse to cosplay a character of a game he likes
but, it was an excuse to make YOU cosplay someone
he really had to work hard to convince you
but when he did, he was really happy
armin throwed a huge party at his house and invited everyone
and he OBLIGUED them to come cosplayed
and he def made fun of everyone
every single person
if castiel camed with a costume, or kentin
neither him or alexy would stop repeating it for the rest of their lifes
but it was different w you
he loved how pretty you looked
and he made sure you knew it
he complimented you the whole night and took a lot of pics
he made polaroid and gave it to you as your first halloween as a couple.
—𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡; jacob black.
i think the fact that ken made you watch the whole saga of twilight w him its totally canon
in case you hadn't ofc
so, he decided to dress up as jacob
he kind of felt identified with his character
and, as a matter of a fact
he made you dress up as bella
he took a lot of pics too
and published them in every social media
he loved showing you off and how pretty you were that night
he liked that part of halloween
parties, costumes, the decoration..
the part he didn't liked much, was the prank part
the twins loved to make everyone angry by pranking them all the time
and let's just say kentin was his main target
but anyway, none of that really matters to him
because, since he met you
he wanted to spend this holydays with you
no matter wich one is
he loved you so much
thats why you made everything better for him.
#mcl headcanons#mcl boys#mcl high school life#mcl halloween#mcl castiel#mcl nathaniel#mcl lysander#mcl armin#mcl kentin#mcl mtl#mcl#mcl reactions#headcanons#mcl one shots#mcl imagines
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I did a thing 😅
I made a character that would live on @fluffomatic 's Tickle island.
Is he my best work? No, but I like the way it turned out better than my first attempt.
This shit took me forever, please appreciate it 😭
More about my character ↓
Blue = Answers
Orange = asks
Pink = sections
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
Name
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Name
BurnShell Jansin (Jan-Sin)
Name meaning
Nickname
Burn, Shelly, giggly
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LGBTQIA+
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Sexuality
Uranic
Gender
GenderFaun (any gender but female alignments for those who don't know)
Pronouns
He/they/it/fire
Relationship orientation
Monogamous, but willing to try poly out to see if it works
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Physical appearance & Life
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Race
Demon
Occupation
Tk island Resident
Social class
mhm
Age & Birthday
26, 8/23
They Look
Younger that 20
Eye color
Teal
Hair color
Deep redish brown
Style
Height
Forestcore
6'8
Weight
200
Body build
Skinny, but not scrawny
Skin tone
Reddish Pink 😌
Freckles
No
Moles
No
Scars
Top surgery scars
Piercings
Took them out when accepted for the job, as to not get hurt on accident
Tattoos
No, always wanted one tho
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Family
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Mom/Dad
Relationship
Mom/Dad
Relationship
Step parents
Relationship
Siblings
Relationship
Lover
None At this moment
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Background
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Hometown
Hell
Childhood
I mean as good as it could be in hell
Earliest memories
Being sent to earth
Education
Some college
Religion
Agnostic
Finances
On the poorer side of moderate
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Personality
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Strengths
Really good with animals and kids, good sport about most things
Weaknesses
Absolute introvert, tail gets in the way A LOT he tends to not know where to keep it
Comfortable when
In a very warm setting, reading, or doing anything with people it likes, ext. As long as it's warm
Uncomfortable when
Forced to be in very large crowds
Priorities
Making sure fires friends are safe
Thoughts on self
"I like to think I'm okay, maybe even cool"
Soft spot
His best Ler friend (who isn't set in any way, bc it's not like he's in a rp /s 😒)
Is it clear?
Maybe?
Vulnerability
Tail, it's very sensitive, and it's very obvious (tickle wise and just in general, it's been stepped on a lot)
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Favorite
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Color
Moss green
Music
Pop rock [ghost] (me? Self inserting? Nooo)
Food
Fish, in any form
Book
Doesn't have a favorite, but really likes horror books
Movie
Howls moving castle
Transportation
Walking or skateboarding
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Traits
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Optimistic or pessimistic
Pretty neutral
Extrovert or introvert
Hard introvert
Talents
Can in fact look more human, he looked human when he went in for the job interview, and scared the shit out of a few people when the magic blocker turned him to his natural form.
Skills
Really good at running, like for someone who would rather skip all exercise, fire has great indurance (sorry that's probably spelled wrong, not even my keyboard could figure out what I was trying to spell lol)
Flaws
Would much rather make other people comfortable than himself, even if it's just small things.
Biggest secret
Tail is hella ticklish
Anyone know?
E V E R Y O N E K N O W S
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Extra
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Do they want a family?
Sure, maybe sometime in the future
How gullible are they?
50/50
Drink or do drugs?
Occasionally, never anything hard tho
Anxious quirks
Holding tail more specifically the spade, looking down and kicking at whatever the ground is made of, nervous giggles in tense situations (you can count them as anticipation giggles too)
Stims
Flaps sleeves/hands, tapping on stuff, little jumps when really happy, mimicking sounds/ecolalia
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
That's all! Thank you for reading! ❤
#tickle sfw#tickle island character#transmasc#tickle fluff#tickle art#tickle#tickle content#hiiii <3
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Hello! I love your art and the way you draw Jotaro 👌 I was actually wondering if you could offer some tips on developing a JJBA OC? I'm working on creating one but am getting a bit hung up on writing her in a way that makes sense within the context of the Jojo universe, not to mention I'm trying to work out the mechanics of her stand. Are there any resources or things that helped you develop your OC? Thanks so much! Have a great day/night! :)
HIIIII!! Omg thank you so much for the complimeents I APPRECIATE THEM SO MUCH GNGNGNGBGNF💖💖💖💖💖💖
And of course! I can try >:3 because I express like shit HAHAHA
IMPORTANT! Everyone r e a d 🔫
There are gonna be some spoilers from part 3 to 6, but since Stone Ocean just came out and I'm pretty sure that people here already saw/read from part 3 to 5, I'll put a very visible warning just for Stone Ocean spoiler that may come. And I'll even use this type of font because peripherical vision can be a bitch sometimes HAHAHAHA But in case I warned you guys even for part 3 to 4 spoilers, then the risk to take is yours 👀👀👀👀
Also I'd like to make it clear that the things you guys are gonna read are based on my opinions, my likings, so you totally can also not agree with them and so you don't have to f o r c e f u l l y do what I've said :>
And NOW you can read the answer HAHAHA
Welp, it's not that I've actually adapted her in the canon universe, because since I want it to be a happy world, a happy place for myself to have fun in I've changed some things in order to not make some characters die because I love them too much and it breaks my heart everytime realizing some characters are dead ;v; That's the thing I've changed and ofc I added my OCs so more things changed, but not in a way to change the original story line (I hope I've explained myself well HAHAHA)
OC strenght and fights
Aaaaaand a thing I would do (/do in my universe), is not making an OC too OP, because yes they are a protagonist for you, but the story told in the anime/manga is the canon protagonist's one so I kind of like wouldn't want to steal their spot light. (In fact when in DIU Josuke wasn't the one to kill Kira but was a FRICKING AMBULANCE TO DO THAT- and even Jotaro that gave him a final blow- I was like "nuuuu but Josuke- noooo", I mean he had his very cool figh with Kira but I still wanted to see him defeat the hand fetish man once and for all. But it was still a very cool ending don't get me wrong :3)
STONE OCEAN SPOILER: START
And since I want the protagonist to kill the main enemy AAND a happy ending for Stone Ocean, I made it happen in a way that was Jolyne that gave Pucci a final punch in order to kill him FUCK YOU BITCH
STONE OCEAN SPOILER: END
Your OC can of course help, but I wouldn't make them do important kills like killing DIO for example, or important kills for a character in general.
For example: your OC could defeat Blue Moon but I would avoid them defeating The Hanged Man since all what happened with Sherry, while Blue Moon just took Jotaro as his enemy and didn't serve for a character development. Yes, Jotaro unlocked Star Finger, but he still could do that and then your OC can give Blue Moon the final blow. What I want to say with that is that your OC can defeat a non important secondary villain, but always with the help of who was originally supposed to defeat them. So to not take their spot light. But then if an event that you decided to make happen don't let you do that then it's okay! I'd still make it in a way to make them fight together, it's just my personal opinion and I think a way to make your OC fit better in the JJBA universe :3
But then of course you want your OC to have THEIR fight alone (or with another character, but always that you OC is now the protagonist of this fight) so in this case I'd create an enemy stand just for them to defeat ;)
Having always in mind the "not making your OC too OP", in making the stand you can go WILD. You could use some facts about anything that you know and like to create it! I used the ones I know to create my OC Alexandra's stand Kubary Fighter! But you can also creating it depending on the role you want to give your OC in the group, thing I've did with my other OC Yanyu's stand Precious Memories :3
I don't have much to say on about creating a stand, because you can literally do anything HAHAHAHAHA But ye knowing little facts by being curious in life can be handy when doing those things :3 You can also search for them and getting informed about things of course
Also have in mind that a stand is the extension of one's soul, so you can start from thinking how your OC's mental state is to give their stand the right amount of power and durability, because then I think that the other stats depends on the ability you wanna give the stand :3
OC design
For the designs, you can go CCCCCCCRAAAAZY with them as you can see from Araki's characters, *and they're very recognizable because he has his own way to make unique designs (we'll get to this later).
Each character has a very recognizable design, that isn't especially bizzare, but that has that one feature that makes their silouette recognizable (even without posing). Let's take our favourite french man Polnareff as an example: his clothes aren't as bizzare as Giorno's for example, they're pretty simple (not basic, just simple for one of Araki's design). And so what makes his silouette recognizable? H I S H A I R!
Look at this
You can 100% tell who is Polnareff from these two silouettes, and I'm sure you can even guess who is the other silouette even tho it is far more simple from Polnareff's. The thing is that it is still recognizable! So if you said Okuyasu then WOHOOOO he has a recognizable silouette!
You don't have to forcefully follow this rule, but it is a great help for character design because it makes people recognize and remember your OC a lot better!
Now, taking this *point, let's talk about how Araki's design are recognizable. It depends from character to character, but most of them don't necessarily have lots of accessories, but they sure have LOTS of details, and overall bizzare clothing. Take Jolyne's number one simp Anasui for example: his shirt (if we can call it that) doesn't make fucking sense HAHAHAHA His design is very cool tho, but what I want to say is that you don't see anywhere Anasui's shirt, it's unique and bizzare. I wouldn't count the foot prints on his shirt as accessories, because they're technically pockets, but they still serve as details for Anasui's design.
It's the details and shape of the clothes that you have to keep in mind, not the accessories. Of course you can add them to your OC's design, but I think you shouldn't give them as much priority as the shape of the clothes. I say that it would be better to do it that way, because this is the way the manority of JJBA character's design are. But then we have other characters that have lots of accessories, but the shape of their clothes is very simple.
Now we'll take our fave ocean man Jotaro as an example: his clothes are very simple, but the accessories he has give them its own personality and character. Because even the accessories are bizzare! I mean- look at his big ass golden chain, where else do you find a chain THAT big? No wonder his neck is so damn big, the boy has to walk straight in order to not fuck up his posture (even tho it is a little fucked up in the healthy way, but I love it so much because DAT PELVIS- MMMM), and the same goes for all of his pins in the other parts designs.
Now, I want you to take a look at these clothes
Love them, beautiful, gorgeous, so edgy with lots if accessories, bbbbbut they personally don't give that JJBA vibe. Why? Because the clothes have a normal shape and the accessories (even tho they're a lot and basically what makes the outfit pop) are not bizzare.
And now, I want you to look at THESE clothes
The shape of them are very unusual, a thing that you would only see at fashion shows, but that you would see in the streets in the JJBA universe.
Now, look at THESE accessories
THAT WOMAN IS WEARING A FREAKING STREET CONE ON HER HEAD!! Isn't that... b i z z a r r e?
I hope I made the difference clear, because I don't hate on the ones that make their JJBA OC wear that edgy outfit with lots of chains, I just personally don't think they give that JJBA vibe.
And with colors too, go crazy with them BUT!! Keep in mind color theory
My personal favourite are the complementary and split complementary theory, but you of course can use the one you like the most!
Also this could help too with the skin color 👀
I followed it for my OC Yanyu, but I didn't for my OC Alexandra, because as some of you know her main colors are turquoise and orange, but her skin tone is more of a pinkish one and as you can see on the turquoise and orange skin colors, they are more of a yellowish one. As I said, you don't have to forcefully follow these things! They are tips not rules, so you can do what you think for you is the best, because afterall the OC is yours :3
All of this design talk obv goes for the stand too :3 That can be literally anything, like- even a talking shopping cart made out of noodles with donuts that replace the wheels *w h e e z e*
Also I'd have in mind the part you want your OC to be in, because part 3 designs are more simple than for example part 5 designs, so that you can avoid making your OC feel like out of place (This goes for the stand users and not for the stands).
Aaaand that's all I think! I really hope that I've managed to explain things in an understandable way and that the things I've said can help you create your OC :3 I wish you a great day/night too! 💖💖💖💖💖💖
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