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everybodyshusband · 4 months

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nothing to help the writer's block than writing a shitty, shitty, no stakes crack fic :)) inspired by @run-of-the-milf's post about the ghouls doing a "most searched questions" video

rated T or M (i'm not sure which but there are sex jokes so...?), 1k words, no warnings apart from the fact that this is so so stupid sdjhf

As soon as the red light begins blinking at him softly, Swiss steps out from behind the camera, grinning widely. He gives Cumulus a thumbs up and the ghoulette begins to speak.

“Hi, I’m Cumulus and these are the ghouls from the band Ghost, and we’re here for the Wired Autocomplete Interview!”

“Wait,” Rain interjected. “Are we allowed to call it that if it’s not the official Wired one?” They had in fact conducted an actual interview with papa earlier that day, but it had been a stilted, official one, with all of them standing silently behind Copia as he did all the talking and referred to them by their official Nameless Ghoul titles. They were all excited to do this one together and be as silly as they wanted to, not having to worry about appearances whatsoever.

“Eh, who cares, it’s not as if this one is being posted anywhere,” Swiss argued. “We could fuck on camera and the only place it would go outside of our pack would be Copia’s office computer.”

Aurora’s head snapped up. “We’re gonna fuck on camera?”

“If we’re gonna fuck on camera, then why do we have all these chairs set up?” Dew teased, trying to let the multi ghoulette come to the correct conclusion on her own.

“I dunno…” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Should I have prepped myself or something?”

Mountain scuffed Dew over the back of the head. “Stop teasing her,” he reprimanded, but his eyes were sparkling with mirth as he turned to explain what was actually going on to her and a very concerned looking Aeon.

“I wasn’t!” Dew tried to counter, which only rewarded him another bonk on the head, this time from Cirrus.

“How about you shut up and we start the interview?”

“Great idea, Cir,” Swiss grinned. “Here, dirt boy, catch!” He threw a poster board at Mountain, who fumbled to catch it before it hit the ground.

Mountain shook his head in amusement. “A little warning next time, Swiss?”

“Nah,” the multi ghoul shrugged. “It’s funnier to watch you struggle.”

“Who’s this one for anyway?” Mountain asked.

“Me, I think,” Dew said, reading his name in the search bar. “Go on, ask me my questions, Mounty.”

The earth ghoul sighed. “Fiiiiine. This first one is just your name so…” He peels off the first bit of paper. “Dewdrop ghoul… Hah! Dewdrop ghoul height.”

Swiss cackled from behind the two of them, earning a heavy thwack on the thigh. “How tall exactly are you, Dewy?”

Cumulus tried and failed to suppress a laugh. “What is it the fans say? Two sauce packets tall?”

“You’re all so mean to me!” Dew cried out, but he was suppressing his own tears of laughter.

“It’s okay, Dew,” Rain said soothingly, patting him on the back and making the fire ghoul purr happily under the attention. “I know you’re actually three sauces tall.” The satisfied smirk on Rain’s face paired with Dew’s reaction was well worth the lecture (read: gentle chastising) they all knew they’d be getting from Copia about the noise.

“Oh, fuck you!” Dew screeched. “I fuckin’ hate this game…”

“You don’t wanna use this chance to tell us your real height?” Aeon asked, curiously.

“I’m a demon from Hell,” Dew mumbled, still pissed off. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“It’s because he knows he’s short,” Swiss stage-whispered into Aeon’s ear, making sure the entire pack could hear.

“How about we move onto the next one before Dew burns the Abbey down?” Mountain teased. “Dewdrop ghoul… Hands. Why are people so obsessed with your hands, Dew?”

“Because they’re fucking hot,” Aeon, Cirrus and Rain murmured in perfect unison.

“...Before anyone gets too horny,” Dew said. “Let’s move on. What’s next?”

“Swiss and Sodo dick grab,” Mountain read off the card. “And the next one down is also: Dewdrop and Swiss Watcher in the Sky.”

“What can I say,” Swiss smirked. “The people love me grabbing the little guy.” He punctuated his statement by reaching a hand forward and rubbing his hand over Dew’s chest possessively, winking at the camera. On Dew’s other side, Aeon blushed.

“What did I just say about getting too horny, Swiss?” Dew shook his head, laughing. “Let go of me, heathen. We’ve still got questions to answer.” He brushed Swiss’ hand off of him. “Any more for me, Mount?”

“Don’t think so,” the earth ghoul replied. “Next board please?” Rain chucked him the next one and Mountain immediately laughed out loud as he peeled the first bit of paper off. “Cardinal Copia gay,” he read out, causing the entire pack to also burst out laughing.

“Well, he definitely wasn’t gay last night,” Cumulus smirked.

“Oh really?” Rain asked. “He was for me last week…”

They both dissolved into laughter and turned their heads towards each other, no doubt exchanging notes about their Papa’s preferences in the bedroom.

“Moving on…” Mountain said. “The next one is… Rain and Dewdrop choking.”

“Oh God,” Rain said, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.

“Good one, Dew,” Aurora teased. “You’ve got him so worked up about even the idea of your choking stunt onstage that he’s forgotten he works for a Satanic Ministry.” She turned to Rain and flicked his head back up. “God’s not here, Rainy.”

“...Aaaaand on that note,” Cumulus said, clapping her hands together and grinning, struggling to contain her laughter. “We’ll stop there!”

Aeon wasn’t not so lucky in the containing laughter department, having thrown his head back and cackled enough to have fallen off his chair with an oof.

“Okay, uhhh,” Cumulus started again. “Thank you for watching our interview–”

“Even though the only people who are going to watch it will be us,” Aurora interrupted.

“–And hopefully one day we’ll be back to answer more questions,” the air ghoulette finished. “Goodbye!”

Dew lunged at Swiss for making another short joke, teeth bared. The camera fell over as he collided with the multi ghoul and the screen went black.

#seriously this is so dumb #but it was fun to write something and not take myself seriously at all :D #husband ficlets #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #also everyone is so out of character but it's because they're being silly i guess sfhbsdjk

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fuckin-sick-bih · 9 months

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Lightning Bugs

Fandom: Stranger Things (Eddie Lives AU) Summary: Steve is coming down with something and Eddie realizes it and decides to do something about it. CW: Mess, mentions of Weed, Eddie has the kink and also mildly disabled from the demobats, & poor Stevie is photic Word Count: 4,915 MINORS DNI Author Note: This is a totally plotless drabble I've just been like picking at trying to fight writer's block and I finally finished it so figured I'd do a quickie edit and post. Enjoy!

“Hah…”

It’s so quiet and soft that Eddie almost misses it. He’s half asleep in the passenger seat of Steve’s BMW. They had just finished taking the kids home from a D&D session that went a bit longer than anticipated.

There was the flash of oncoming headlights from behind Eddie’s closed lids and then he heard it.

“Heh’DIShhuh!”

Eddie jumped from the sudden sound disturbing the quiet rumble of the engine and soft music playing, eyes snapping open to look at Steve. The lighter brunette had a hand shoved up under his nose and one still on the wheel. “Sorry-” he says with a sniffle and rubs his slightly pink nose with his knuckles. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

With a wave of his hand, Eddie brushes Steve off while trying to ignore the swooping sensation in his belly as the sound of Steve’s sneeze replays in his brain. “Don’t worry about it. Wasn’t even asleep, just resting my eyes.” He assures Steve then pauses for a beat before asking, “You alright?”

Steve was still rubbing his nose, just the two of them in the car or else Eddie suspected Steve wouldn’t let himself be quite so vulnerable. “Think so- just tired and my nose has been kinda bothering me all night.”

The admission makes Eddie’s stomach do the swooping sensation again. Like he’s on some amusement ride that twirls and spins unexpectedly. “Yeah?” He manages to choke out and sits up a little. “Think you’re catching the sniffles, Harrington?” It was a valiant attempt to keep up appearances, not wanting Steve to know just how much the one sneeze had affected him.

“Thhhh… Thought we were past the l-last names, Munson?” Steve retaliates, clearly fighting through another tickle that was building up in his sinuses. “Huhuh… God- urgh it’s gonna be stuck again.” He complains with what Eddie can only describe as a very adorable pout.

Soft pursed lips, slightly messy hair, and pinkish and irritated nostrils that stood out against his pale skin even in the dark of the car at night on the back roads. Jesus, Steve really was looking in need of some TLC… When was the last time Harrington had let someone take care of him instead of mother-henning everyone else? Or even slept?

Eddie leaned forward to pull his bandana out of his back pocket and reached over to press it into Steve’s hand. “Sorry, habit, Stevie.” He said it as a way of apologizing and smiled at the other. “You’re not looking so good. Think I got some cold meds at my place, or we can stop at the pharmacy on the way. Either way, I’m taking you hostage.”

The way he says it is matter-of-fact. Leaving Steve little room for argument, but Steve still tries to protest. “Eddie, no, c’mon, man. I can’t i-ihh.. impose like th-thaah…hah-! that.” Now Steve has his black bandana pressed to his nose.

“Not imposing, I’m inviting,” Eddie replies as another car rounds the bend and their headlights flash into Steve’s eyes.

The reaction was almost instant, and Steve kept his hand on the wheel expertly still, foot pressing on the brake to slow down the car. “Hud’TShhuh! Hept’SHhue! Hehhh’TSHHnxt!” The last one sounds pinched off and painful from behind the bandana but if it hurt Steve makes no comment, just sniffles, and speeds the car back up again. “Sorry.”

Eddie blinks a few times, trusting the dark and his black jeans to hide the fact that he’s having his own uncontrollable reaction now. “Jesus H Christ, bless you. You’re photic,” he says like it’s something completely common knowledge and not something he knows because of his stupid kink.

“What?” Steve asks blearily, setting the bandana in his lap to make the turn into the trailer park where Eddie lives.

Eddie can feel a blush creeping up his cheeks and he tries to ignore the way his heart thunders in his chest. “Uh- bright lights make you sneeze. Called photic sneezing or something like that. I dunno I think I heard one of the nerds talk about it after a D&D session.” He covers quickly.

Steve gives a thoughtful little hum, “Really? That’s not a thing for everybody?” he asked, sounding curious as he sniffled, sounding more congested by the minute after the sneezes had finally been let loose.

“Nah. I’ve looked at plenty of bright lights. No sneezing here.” Eddie tells Steve, his mouth feeling dry. The last thing he expected to be talking about to the guy he’d been secretly crushing on for years was his most secret kink. “Just shitty allergies, but don’t worry my immune system is tough as nails.” Just to hammer in the joke, Eddie pretends to flex his arms.

A rough-sounding chuckle comes out of Steve, the lighter brunette turning a moment to cough into his shoulder and lapel of his jacket. Some of his bangs fell into his face and so Steve swiped them back up again with a casual brush of his hand, a nervous tick Eddie had come to adore watching.

Christ, he couldn’t be thinking these kinds of things when Steve was right fucking there.

“Then I’ll be real proud of whatever bug my body cooked up when you catch it.” Steve taunts and parks in front of the Munson trailer, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Alright, Eddie, I’ll see you later…” He tries to dismiss him and Eddie’s rebellious streak flares.

Without even thinking, Eddie turns and pulls the key from the ignition with a wink aimed at Steve. “Can’t leave if you can’t find your keys, Harrington.” He taunts back and bolts out of the car.

“Eddie!” Steve shouts, his voice cracking under the strain of what was apparently a sore throat. He fumbles to get out of the car after Eddie and follows him into the trailer but by the time he gets in there Eddie is already standing there waiting patiently. Keys safely hidden somewhere in the trailer Steve would never find them until Eddie deemed him well enough to go back out on his own.

Eddie slung an arm around Steve’s shoulders playfully and kicked the trailer door closed, but nearly buckled standing on his bad leg. The one the demo-bats tried to damn near chew off. He winced and Steve was immediately there holding him up in return. The moment Eddie felt Stable he waved Steve off, “Buzz off, it’s me taking care of you not you taking care of me, remember?”

“Think I can’t multitask?” Steve jokes and lowers his hands slowly but still wraps an arm around Eddie, following his lead. Which happens to be down the hall to Eddie’s bedroom.

This time, Eddie made the smarter decision to use his hand to push open the door instead of his foot. He led Steve inside his bedroom, the whole thing a bit of a mess with some clothes strewn about in places, posters littering the walls in mismatched mayhem, more than a few guitars, amps, and cords around…

After the buckle from his ankle, Eddie limped a little. His pain tended to get worse at night. There had been significant damage done to more than a few parts of him and Eddie tried not to think about it all too much. He was still marveling at his lost nipple every time he looked in the mirror before showering…

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Eddie motions for Steve to come sit with him while he starts taking his boots off. “C’mon. Shoes off. You’re not getting in my bed with your grimy shoes on. You could’ve worn those to the Upside Down and that shit is not coming in my bed.” He rambles to fill the quiet that’s developed since Steve entered his room.

“You want me… in your bed?” Steve croaked out, sounding tired and confused. Like someone had just asked him to do a backflip on a tightrope not sit down on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie turned to look at Steve with a rather unimpressed expression. “That is what I just said, Harrington. Come on. Or I’m gonna beat you to the good spot at this rate.” The metalhead was pulling off his rings one by one to set them down on his bedside table. Next came the chain on his pants and wrist then his watch too.

It felt a little strange to be stripped so bare in front of Steve, but he found he didn’t mind it. He trusted Steve. Enough to take off his armor so to speak.

“Heh’DETShhuh! Uh’TSHHuuh! Ehh’hTSHUh! Ohhh my god…” Steve still had Eddie’s black bandana in his hand, which he pressed to his face in a valiant attempt to contain the sneezes.

Eddie’s heart was thundering in his chest, and it takes his brain a moment to register he needs to speak, “Bless- Jesus. Did you get any air during that fit?” he asked incredulously.

Steve brushed his hair up and back with a particularly thick sniffle. “D’not really…” Another groan came from Steve whose face fell into his hands as the congestion really started to make an appearance.

A soft chuckle came from Eddie who grabbed Steve’s free wrist to yank him down onto the bed with him. “If you wanna get more comfortable, you can get outta those jeans? Borrow some sweatpants if you want?” He offered, noticing Steve was in some rather tight-looking acid wash jeans and swallowing. Definitely not staring. Definitely not.

“Like I s-said Eddie I dod’t wadda i-ihhh ibpose.” Steve struggled to say as his breath began to hitch again, more of his bangs falling into his face as his expression crumpled helplessly for a moment to the itch.

Already Eddie was getting up to get Steve some clothes. He came back with some plain black sweatpants, a surprisingly soft ACDC shirt, and his cozy Zeppelin hoodie all of which he handed to Steve. “Here. Royal treatment for poor sick, Stevie.”

A pitiful sniffle came from Steve as he looked at the clothes in shock that Eddie would so willingly offer them up. “Why are you d-diih… doi’g this, Eddie?” He asked softly and took the clothes as he stood to start getting changed.

“Why wouldn’t I do this?” Eddie challenged in return while crossing his arms and sitting on the edge of the bed, looking away so Steve can change. “You take care of everybody, Steve. You try so damn hard to make sure you’re there for everyone. You never take time for yourself. You never let anyone take care of you. So let me take care of you.”

The shuffling around of Steve getting dressed suddenly stops all at once. Eddie was about to ask if Steve was okay when he finally spoke. “You wadt to take care of m’be?”

That confused Eddie because of course he did. “Yes! Jesus H. Christ, Steve! You think I stole your keys for shits and giggles?”

A soft, pitiful-sounding sniffle came from Steve who was frowning with the shirt only pulled over his arms but not his head yet. His entire torso is on display for Eddie. The scars from the demobats were healed over now. Gnarled, pink, and raised but healed. “D’no ode’s ever… wanted to actually take care of b’me before.” He admitted quietly. Eddie watched his soft belly starting to move in slightly choppier motions while his chest expanded as his breathing hitched.

“Hiih uh… IhhDSHHUH! HupTSHHUh! Snff ugh…” Steve had cupped his hands over his face in a rush to sneeze and tried to snuffle back the mess now trapped behind them. “Uh- fuck- umb… Eddie-? Cad you-?”

The darker haired man raised his brows and then scrambled for the dropped bandana turned hanky on the floor. “Yeah yeah, here, Stevie-” and he carefully pressed the black and white fabric into Steve’s hands. “There you go.”

“Thagks-” Steve said as he cleaned up his hands and face before sheepishly glancing at Eddie. “I’ll wash this for you I probise.” He said seriously to which Eddie rolled his eyes.

Eddie reached forward to gently brush Steve’s bangs back and feel his forehead. “Blow your nose, Steve. I can barely understand you.” He admonished, smiling a little as he got to watch a blush spread over Steve Harrington’s features. Christ, this was like one of Eddie’s wet dreams come true.

Focus, Eddie, focus. Steve first, be horny about it later. He reminded himself and then Steve blew his nose while Eddie’s hand was still resting on his forehead. It took all of Eddie’s willpower not to cream his pants right then and there as Steve gave a wet, gurgling blow.

There must have been some kind of look on his face because Steve spoke up with his nose still buried in the bandana. “Sorry. I kdow this is ki’d of gross. I’ll be totally fide to take care of byself if you let b’me go hobe, Eddie. Seriously.”

“No. Nope. I simply cannot, in good conscience, allow my sick best friend out of my sight.” Eddie said loud and dramatic as he stood slowly with a slightly pained-sounding grunt. He helped get the shirt the rest of the way onto Steve. “There. Bit tight on your shoulders but well… you’re all… jocky and shit.” He waves a hand at Steve and drops back down onto the bed.

Steve gave a quiet, slightly congested chuckle and swiped at his nose with the bandana a few more times. “Yeah, basketball and swimming ki’da does that…” He sniffled a little and sat down near Eddie.

Something else nagged at Eddie and he soon spoke up. “You’re not gross, Steve.” he said softly. “Far from it.” He added quietly and smiled a little as he admired Steve in his clothes for a few moments. So, fucking cute, he thought to himself.

“I ab. I’b all sdotty add gerby add I sou’d like I gargled glass.” Steve mumbled and lifted an arm to cough into it softly as if his body sought to prove his point about his throat being affected.

With a small shake of his head, Eddie guided Steve up to the top of his bed so he could pull the unmade mess of sheets and blankets over him. “You’re sick, comes with the territory, and anyone who isn’t willing to be with you when you feel like crap doesn’t deserve you. Got it?” He tells Steve, pointing a finger at the other man to give him a jab to the chest.

For a few seconds, Steve seems almost frozen, smiling softly at him before he snaps out of it and nods. “Yeah… yeah okay, Eddie.” He sniffles ever so slightly and rubs a finger under his nose once again. “Ugh, do you baybe have sobe tissues, Eds? Thiiihh ugh thi’gk I’b godda s-sdeeze agaid…”

It took Eddie’s brain a second to register what Steve was asking him for before Eddie shook himself into action. “Huh? Ohh tissues? That’s what you said. Yeah, I got you, man.” He assured him, grabbing a mostly full box from the bathroom just next door to his room to toss them to Steve. “Take as many as you need. I have more boxes. My allergies get real bad in spring and fall.” He admits, definitely aware it was nearly spring, and he’d soon be as bad, if not worse, than Steve.

“Hii’RSHuuh! Ehh… ehXT’SHuh! Ugh d’no… cobe od that’s dot all of theb…” Steve groaned and rubbed at his nose with the tissues he’d hurriedly snatched from the box, though not quite in time to catch the first sneeze. The second he’d thankfully buried his face into the tissue as mess had burst forth with the force of it. “Fuck, I’b sorry… yesterday by throat tickled a little add I thought it was baybe just, y’kdow, spri’g bei’g od it’s way…” Steve shook his head and grabbed another tissue to make sure his face was clear. “But I’b odly ever a total bess like this whed I’b sick.”

It was like the cogs in his brain had stopped meshing correctly, gotten jammed or something by all of the horrifically hot things Steve was saying, and caught fire. Eddie twirled and pulled on the ends of his hair a little as if he was trying to use it to ground himself. Or just to cover his ears so the imaginary smoke from his brain didn’t escape.

“Steve, it’s… it’s fine, seriously. You’re fine. Well- no, okay, you’re sick. Buuuut… that’s okay! Because I’m gonna take care of you because that’s what good friends do.” He insisted before spinning around to go searching for something in one of his many drawers. Partly to hide his utter embarrassment and likely bright red face and because he had an idea.

After a few moments, he made a triumphant sort of sound as fingertips connected with plastic. “Gotcha-” He pulled out a flashlight, flicked it on, and smacked it against his opposite palm a few times to get it to flicker on. Then switched it on and off a few times to get it working properly.

Steve’s slightly hitchy breaths were still coming from behind Eddie so the curly-haired man spun around he called out, “Hey, Harrington!” And flicked on the flashlight to shine it into Steve’s eyes.

The moment the light hit Steve’s pupils, they contracted, and his breath hitched in earnest while his nostrils flared. He fumbled blindly for a tissue, his chest swelling as he just barely managed to press one to his face before- “Hhh’TSHue! Hiih’DSHuh! Eddie, what the fuck?” He complained voice muffled from behind his tissue as he cleaned up from the aftermath of that.

“Sounded like you were really struggling with those sneezes, is all.” Eddie teased with a small wink at Steve, bringing the flashlight over to set it on the bedside table in case they needed it later. It was thankfully always pretty dim in Eddie’s room, the metalhead never much one to really brighten the place up.

Steve was busy plucking another tissue to blow his nose, the thick and congested sound of it making Eddie tense. “Ugh sorry, but hey at least I cad breathe a little better for dow.” He sniffed as if to try and prove his point, but it just sounded wet and distinctly like Steve was coming down with something.

Trying to prove he could breathe was almost a little too much for Eddie and he bit his own tongue as hard as he dared to. “Uh-huh. Yeah, you totally don’t sound like you’re drowning.” He teased back, briefly limping back to the bathroom to rummage in the medicine cabinet. After pulling out a package of cold medicine, a jar of Vicks, and a glass of water, Eddie settled down on the bed in front of Steve.

“We got cold meds, vapo rub shit, and water. Sound good?” Eddie asked as he held everything up, already getting out the pills for Steve to pass them over with the water.

The lighter-haired brunette knocked back the pills with a few sips of water and eyed the jar a little suspiciously. “That’s godda bake be sdeeze…” He said warily but let out a little sigh through his mouth. “But fuck I really wadda breathe- alright. Yeah. Screw it. Let’s do it.” And without another wasted moment, Steve pulled up the sweatshirt and t-shirt to expose his chest once again.

The split second before Steve’s bare chest was in his face again, Eddie was still deep in his thoughts wondering just how long of a cold shower he’d need to calm down from the other’s sneezing. His heart leapt into his throat as his big, brown eyes were suddenly scanning over every delicious inch of Steve’s torso once more. Every freckle, old and new scar, curve, and rise of his stupidly gorgeous body-

“Uh-” It was like all semblance of coherent thought and words left him at once and he offered up the jar instead. “I- yeah. Jar. Works. Good. For that.” Already he could feel his face heating up and Eddie wanted nothing more than to faceplant into his pillows and never leave them.

There was a look of confusion on Steve’s pale face as he looked up at Eddie. “You okay?” And when Eddie glanced at him, maybe he caught the hint of a smile, so Eddie cleared his throat and nodded.

Eddie decided in a split second that this was an opportunity not to be wasted. “Yep. Good. Fine. Totally. Just uh-” He was unscrewing the top of the jar and shuffling a little closer to Steve, wrinkling his own nose at the smell of the Vicks. “Ugh, jeez. That smell. Anyway, hold your shirts up and I’ll rub it on for you? Deal? I really meant it when I said I wanted to take care of you, Stevie…”

Because he did. Here was this man who would lay down his life for any of the kids in their group, any of their friends, any of the grown adults in their stupid town probably, and never ask for a thing in return. Never ask for a moment to himself. Eddie thought he was an idiot for it and for not taking the time to take care of himself in between. But fuck was he sweet, thoughtful, caring, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Especially now as his eyes were a little glassy with the slightest hint of the start of fever and more red than pink nostrils. “Deal.” He murmured, raising a hand to turn his head and cough into a fist. “Mh. Sorry. Snff! I really uh… appreciate this e-ehh… Eddie EXT’sHHhuh!” The first of many sneezes had Steve’s whole body going tense and jerking to the side as he sneezed, expression pinched and then settling. “Ngh…” He snatched a tissue with a free hand to swipe at his nose.

Swallowing down his nerves, Eddie scooped up some of the Vicks to carefully rub it onto Steve’s chest. His skin was warm to the touch, but not overly so, and of course, the tips of his fingers brushed the patch of chest hair the other man had. It made him smile as he carefully rubbed in the menthol-smelling goo around it until after a few moments Steve’s chest started to rise and fall in choppy motions once more. “Gonna sneeze, big boy?” He asked, voice soft but he couldn’t keep the edge of hopeful playfulness out of it.

“Y-Yeah hhhang… on HhhT’SHhuh! IT’sHHuh! Huh… HUPT’SHHuh! Oh by god…” Steve shuffled a little to grab a fresh tissue and pinch it over his nose with one hand as he blew. It was productive and Steve grimaced while Eddie felt a pulse of arousal shoot through him. “Ugh, sorry… your hand felt really nice though.”

It looked as if Steve’s eyelids were drooping slightly and Eddie smiled a little again, resuming the small, gentle circles he’d been using to rub in the Vicks. “Yeah? I can keep doing this?” There was the smallest of prickles in the back of his own sinuses from the strong, lingering scent of the menthol so Eddie tried to one-handedly put the lid back on the jar.

Steve spotted him struggling and reached out to hold the jar still for him. “Got it? Snff! Snf! Ugh, shit my nose is running.” He mumbled, still sniffling wetly despite his previous nose blow. Though he did sound a lot less congested already.

Eddie was about to respond when the tickle in his nose suddenly flared to a desperate itch, making his own breath hitch. Fuck, not now. “Ihhh…” His eyes fluttered shut and his hands froze, nostrils twitching as he could do nothing but wait for the sensation to either go away or come forth with a vengeance.

“Eddie?” Steve sounded worried and Christ that was the last thing Eddie wanted to do, worry Steve. Especially when he was already sick. With his eyes shut, Eddie couldn’t see him, so he just vaguely flapped a hand at him as his breath hitched again.

“Ihihh-! IxxT’SHHiew! IehhTshhoo! Heh… Hen’xt’SHHiew! Ugh… heh? Oh fuck more? HeT’SHiew!” Eddie gave a little shake of his head and finished screwing on the lid to the Vicks. “Whew. Fuck, that’s strong stuff. That always happens, don’t worry.” He assures Steve with a grin and a small sniff of his own. Which was true. Eddie and strong scents didn’t really mix.

Once he’d tried to use an incense to cover up the smell of weed and it had made him sneeze so much that by the time Wayne got home, he was still sneezing. And it hadn’t even worked. Not that Wayne had much cared anyway. Just told him to crack a window instead next time.

There was a small smile on Steve’s face when Eddie finally found the courage to look up at him. “Bless you, Eds. That’s pretty cute. That the Vicks makes you sneeze even when you’re not sick.” It was so soft. So genuine. Eddie almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but Steve was looking almost ready to drop off to sleep. How could Eddie argue with him when he was looking so adorably sleepy and cozy?

Instead, Eddie melted and gently tugged his shirt back down before tucking him in. “Thanks, Stevie. Now get some rest. You need it. I’ll be right here if you need me.” He set the jar aside, undid his belt, and kicked off his jeans before curling up under the blankets beside Steve in just his boxers and t-shirt.

“Thanks, Eds…” Steve mumbles, rolling onto his side to face Eddie. The curly-haired man stared in the dimly lit room at the lighter brunette, drinking in his features with unabashed leisure for once. Those twin moles that could have mimicked a vampire bite on his neck made him smile and he felt the urge to lean forward and kiss them rise up within himself. Yet he held back.

Then Steve’s face scrunched. Particularly around his nose and those red, slightly damp, and shiny nostrils that flared. “Heh…” He sleepily lifted a hand to paw at his nose a little. “Eddie?” He croaked out softly, clearly not yet asleep if he was struggling with a sneeze.

The way his heart skipped excitedly at Steve saying his name somewhat breathless and croaky like that shouldn’t be so exciting, but Eddie licked his lips and hummed softly. “Yeah, Stevie? Need somethin’?” His own voice came out a little breathless at first and he quickly remedied it as he continued to sound more concerned.

“Need… ehh-! Heh-eh… need to s-sneeze… can’t…” Steve admits as his breath continues to hitch ever so slightly, one hand still rubbing a little at his nose. “Just waah… eh-! want to sleep.”

Of course, Eddie didn’t need to be asked twice and knew exactly what to do. He rolled right over to grab the flashlight off the nightstand and aimed it at Steve’s face. “Open your eyes for me so we can make sure this works. It’ll just take a second. Promise.” One of Eddie’s hands came up to move the box of tissues closer, pressing one pre-emptively into Steve’s hand that was still hovering near his nose.

Opening his eyes a little, though they were watering with that incessant urge to sneeze, Steve looked at Eddie and seemed to spot the flashlight because his eyes widened in surprise. Exactly at that same time, Eddie switched on the flashlight and got to watch Steve’s sneezy expression crumple lit up in all his glory.

Steve’s eyes fluttered back shut, brows pinching downward, nose scrunching, and nostrils flaring as he sucked in a breath before jerking forward into the tissue. “HahDT’SHH! HenT’SHH! Heh… EHT’SHHuhh! Oh…” Blinking a few times, Steve groaned and snatched some more tissues to give some wet blows.

As Steve blew and wiped his nose, Eddie realized he needed to turn off the flashlight, so he did and set it aside again. He’d been so utterly transfixed on Steve’s sneezing fit that he’d just laid there practically slack-jawed watching the other. “Bless you, feeling better after that?” It took everything in Eddie to try and keep his voice level. Normal.

A few wet sniffles came from Steve as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah I’m good. Snff! Ugh, all thanks to my own personal lightning bug.” He murmurs with a happy little hum and Eddie let out a soft gasp as he felt a warm arm slide around him. “This okay?” Steve mumbled, suddenly pressing closer than he ever had before. Practically up against his chest now.

Where was this cuddly side of Steve Harrington coming from? he wondered to himself. If it had anything to do with Steve being sick, Eddie wasn’t going to go looking gift horses in the mouth. “Yeah, Stevie.” He murmured, feeling like a weight was lifting from his shoulders as Steve’s warmth settled into his own bones. “This is great. You rest. I’ll keep you warm.” His own arm snaked around Steve’s waist while his leg hooked around the other man’s as well.

Eddie trailed his fingertips lazily along Steve’s back, following the beautiful hills and valleys he could only feel through the shirts. Given how Steve seemed to melt under the gentle affections, they were incredibly welcomed and soon Steve was fast asleep snoring congestedly against Eddie’s chest. “Happy to be your lightning bug anytime, big boy.”

#cw: mess #cw: weed #snz #snz kink #snzblr #snzfic #st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #st/eve ha/rrington #ed/die mu/nson #bex's writing

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Koisuru Scramble - Chapter 5

Writer: Nishioka Maiko Translation by: Sophie // Proofread by: Mirei

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

This story is fully voiced in-game! You should read while listening to it~

Episode 68: Ensemble of Determination

Hajime: ……(sighs)

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[ Earlier. ]

Mahiro: Hajime-chan.

Hajime: Ah, Asuma-senpai. Good afternoon.

What’s up? Did you need me for something?

Mahiro: I was waiting for you.

Hey, wanna go on a date with me? But this time, as my real girlfriend.

Hajime: Haha… Geez, you always like to tease me like that, don’t you? That’s not cool at all~

Mahiro: Nope. Today, I… No, starting from now, this is the real deal. I want to give you everything I got, Hajime-chan. Only you.

Hajime: Huh…?

Konatsu: Hajime-senpai!

Hajime: Wah, Nekomura-kun?!

Mahiro: Hah. What do you want? We were just about to get to the best part. Can you piss off?

Konatsu: Best part? From what I see, you’re just straight up bothering her.

Mahiro: Isn’t that nice~ Just keep on being bothered, Hajime-chan — until there’s nothing in your heart and mind but me, and me, and me.

Konatsu: You basta—... You aren’t taking her feelings into consideration at all, are you? You’re the worst.

Mahiro: Spoken like a true outsider who knows nothing about what I truly feel.

I’m just telling her that I’m willing to give her my everything, for the first time in my life ever. What’s so wrong with that?

Ah, I see how it is. You’re a coward who’s scared of getting hurt. You’d rather butter Hajime-chan up and wait for her to warm up to you so she'll make the first move. Am I right?

Konatsu: ………! You really are the worst.

Konatsu: I won’t ever lose to the likes of you.

Mahiro: I’d like to see you try, precocious brat.

Konatsu: I am serious about my feelings for her.

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Hajime: Hah… My mind’s all messed up.

(I should get back to class now that lunchtime is over.)

Hm? Someone’s coming… Wait, that’s—!

(I… I just hid out of instinct. Isn’t that Nakaouji-kun and Kurose-kun…?)

(They look like they’re having a fight…)

Eiki: What? Why did you want to talk to me?

Miki: Just what the hell are you planning to do with her?

Eiki: …You suddenly called me up here with such a scary expression on your face. What on Earth are you talking about?

Miki: Stop acting like you don’t know, Eiki.

You like Koino, don’t you?

Eiki: Haha. And here I am wondering what’s gotten into you. You’ve got it all wrong, Miki.

I… don’t like Koino-san.

Rather, shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? Lately, you guys have been getting close with each other.

Miki: Haah?

Eiki: I think you guys will make a cute couple. That’s why give it your a—

Miki: Are you really still on that…? Don't fuck around with me! We’ve been together since we were little brats. Of course, I know how you work!

You’re probably thinking that you should step back since it’s just your measly feelings, aren’t you? Do you think I give a damn about your messed up sense of kindness?

You like her too, don’t you?! Stop messing around and be honest just for once!

Eiki: ……Gh! There’s no way you’ll ever understand a single thing about my feelings, Miki! Stop talking as if you know everything!

Since we were kids, you were the one who always puts me first! You are the one who likes putting yourself aside just for my sake, aren’t you?!

Tell me. What’s so wrong with wanting to support my best friend in pursuing true love?!

Miki: …Hah.

Eiki. Do you know what kind of expression you are making right now? There’s just no way I can leave you to yourself.

Eiki: ……Whatever. I’ve made up my mind about this. Just get off my case.

Miki: Hey! Eiki!

—Tch. That stupid bastard!

Hajime: (...What in the world… was that conversation just now?)

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Airi: …Wow. I didn't know that the story developed like that…

Hajime: Yeah… Sorry. I really wanted to talk to you about it but I didn’t know where to start. I just couldn’t find the right words.

My mind’s all just messed up right now… I don’t know what to do at all…

Airi: Really?

Hajime: Huh?

Airi: Hey, let me ask you.

Who is the person you want to see the most right now?

Hajime: ………

Airi: Ah, would you look at that. Looks like you finally get it.

Well, I can’t really blame you. It’s hard to realize stuff when your head’s all messed up like that.

But deep inside your heart, you already know the answer to that question, right? Pretty sure someone in particular is running in your head right now.

That just means you’ve fallen in love with him. You were just too confused to realize it on your own.

Hajime: ………

…I— Do you mind if I excuse myself for a bit.

Airi: Mhm. Go for it.

Don't worry. No matter what happens, I’ll always be on your side. Go get your man!

Hajime: Thank you…!

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Hajime: Huff… Ah… Hah…

(No matter what happens, I have to tell him…! I have to properly tell him!)

(Just thinking about it makes my heart go wild… When I see him smile, I find myself smiling too. Whenever he’s sad, there’s this pang of loneliness in my chest too. When I’m with him, everything we do just feels more fun.)

(I want to tell him that I want to be by his side forever… That I like him… That’s why—)

I want to see you…!

…! Isn’t that…!

Hajime: —————!

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charliesgoodboy · 2 years

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I’m not sure if this is where I request for anything but I wanted to see if you were able right something like Rengoku x a feminine chubby male reader who’s one inch taller than him and has a ice type breathing, and they use fans to use their ice abilities.

Like I imagine the reader having a very blank face most of the time which makes him seem intimidating at times but is actually very nice once you talk to them and such

Ofcourse I can! I hope your ok with a full fic, it's kinda short cause of my writers block and I'm trying to get out of art block, but I'm happy to do this rq for you! Thank you!!♡♡(if you wanted and imagine/headcannon just dm me and i'll do that instead of this)

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Ice cold☆

Rengoku x Feminine Male!Reader

Summary:Rengoku never wants to seem to have the wrong impression on anyone so he tries and gets to know you better, and finds your breathing style very unique.

Warning(maniac):not rlly any just fluff my dude.

Read this carefully. If you are straight or you do not have your sexuality in your bio, I can and will block you and the rules will become more strict.

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"Good work M/n!! I've never seen your breathing style!! And with fans?? Amazing!!" Looking up at you with his usual smile as you give him a blank face, you wanted to smile and talk to him, you really did but you didn't want to interact and you were so damn tired so you just nodded and made a 'm' sound as you followed your crow.

Rengoku knew that you didn't speak much and thought that you hated everyone that crossed your path, but that didn't stop you from wanting to get to know you better, deep down he knew you were sweet, and that you cared for others all the time.

And he is very correct, 100 percent in fact, you cared for everyone especially Rengoku. You always loved his energy and how he was always positive, even in grave situations.

But what you didn't know is that he really admired you, might as well be in love in fact, the way you use fans instead of a sword to slay demons, and it was ice style, he found it amazing really.

He loved how tall you were, even if it was only one inch, he admire you so, your chubby, yet feminine like, which he finds adorable at times, people have even caugt him stealing glances at you before,he just loved you so.

You reached the butterfly estate for some of the Hashira were injured, even Rengoku was injured, but mans could hide it good, like he was in inmese pain.

Once you reached the estate you were greeted by Aoi who let you all in and set each of you guys in a pair of a room, and ofcourse you got Rengoku.

She camd to Rengoku first as she, wrapped Rengoku's wounds in which you noticed how bad they were.

"I'll be taking my leave now." She bowed and left the room, leaving you and Rengoku.

"Hey...are you ok?? I'm sorry I didn't notice your wounds before, they seem really bad..." you look down in guilt even so it wasn't your fault.

Rengoku had a shocked face, he knew that you'd talk to him soon, but not this soon. He gave you a heart warming smile. "I swear I am ok, and none of this is your fault M/n."

You didn't belive that he was 'ok' so you grabbed him and made him rest on you. "Just rest and I'll take care of you..ok??"

He was suprised by your actions but obliged to them anyway. He snuggled deep into your stomach, you where looking outside so you didn't really notice Rengoku traceing your curves.

"You know for a man, you are quite feminine...did you know that??" Your face turned beet red when he said that to you, nobody had ever even said that you looked feminine, but you took this as a comoliment.

"U-uh thank you?? I guess??" He smiles at you once more.(damn how is yo jaw not broken??)"And your body is quite squishy, It's nice." He says as he burried his face into you.

"Hah!?!? Your not just saying that!? Do love my body that much??" He got up and came to you face-to-face.

"Absolutely! And not just your body, I love you as much as I love food!!" You were so red at this point, no one has ever said these things to you.

"T-thank y-you, and I'm glad your ok Rengoku..."

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suffarustuffaru · 1 month

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Do you have any advice for writing in the second person pov as well as advice about writing reinhard? I’m trying to write a second person pov fic from his perspective and I’m a bit lost?

yes i can do my best to give you advice!! :o hah im really flattered you thought to ask me on this? but yes i absolutely love both writing in second person (i havent written a whole finished fic in second person, but ive dabbled in it a few times, ive also started writing poetry on the side) and also of course i love reinhard!! im super super interested in the fact that youre doing a SECOND PERSON POV REINHARD FIC like woaaahhh hes definitely a fun character to choose pov wise and combining it with second person is genius. i really like it and would love to read it if you ever wanna share it when youre done <3

and yes quick disclaimer that im no professional writer but yes ill give my two cents!! and another disclaimer is that creative writing is a very individualized thing i think. theres no like one way to do things, and of course you can take any advice or criticism that youd like if you think itd help <3

ill get into second person pov first then talk more specifically about reinhard 👍

yes anyway tips on second person!! i do kinda recommend to like look at various examples of second person pov being used in various written pieces if thats something youd like to do - poetry and song lyrics use second person a LOT. especially songs, bc once you see it you cant really unsee it, i think? of course writing a narrative story is different from poetry and songwriting but it could help you give a frame of reference, or inspiration, or decide what you want to do and what you dont want to do. most importantly you could also look at other second person fics or published stories that are written in second person!!

and alright so - in general, second person is a very personal pov to choose in a way thats different from first person and third person. in first person and third person, theres still a degree of separation between the reader and the character the story is following. second person almost kind of removes that barrier bc of the use of "you" - the reader is being directly put into the character's shoes. as in, "you're" doing this, "you're" thinking this, etc etc. bc its such a personal pov, different readers might have different feelings about this (second person pov in fics is a pet peeve for some people for one reason or another), and youve committed yourself to writing second pov, you might as well go all in!! as a reader, i would be directly in that character's skin, basically, and i think its good to lean into the character youre writing especially with second person. bc theres even less separation between reader and character!! its kind of like the general pov advice of - who is this character, whats their personality like, what are they thinking, why should i care, etc etc. whats their inner world like? what is this telling me about their character?

another thing - you can choose between writing past or present tense of course, and the choice is up to you there, but i think present tense may fit second person pov more. with second person, youre directly addressing the reader for the entire story. theres a difference in urgency between "You gritted your teeth and fought off the attack" and "You grit your teeth and fight off the attack", i think. youre already putting your reader in such a personal position with the pov character - i think present tense might aid in it a lot more. another disclaimer that this is my opinion of course - but yes, i think that it also may be harder for people to suspend their disbelief with second person pov in certain circumstances. if i read past tense second person i might stop for one second and go "no, i did not grit my teeth and fight off some random attack in my past". in present tense i might be more likely to go "huh, yeah ig im fighting off this attack now. oh snap, hows this gonna go?"

of course, this isnt to say that you cant do past tense second person. as a second person pov fan i would absolutely eat up any second person fic regardless of the tense or not so long as your choice of tense stays consistent throughout the entire story (unless of course you have a good reason to change tenses mid-story). but i think that a good amount of second person works are in present tense, maybe for this very reason, unless the second person is combined with first person in like a song or something (basically every time the narrator of a song addresses the "you", like for example something like this sentence: "you broke up with me last summer"). or maybe the character is thinking about something they did in the past, so in reinhard's case it could look like "Remember when you killed your own grandmother all those months ago?" or something like that.

yeah, so - second person pov is a bit of a bold choice. it's inherently very personal and intimate. and i think theres also like the general advice of like - imo, don't use "you" too much. i know that sounds counterintuitive given this is second person pov hah but its kind of similar with something like first person - don't use "I" too much. and that also combines with the general advice of "vary your sentences". it can be awkward if every sentence has the same length and starts off the same way with the same rhythm, like this - "You go to the grocery store. You open the door. You step inside. You walk into the store."

(and quick disclaimer that if youre intending to go for that kind of monotonous sound for a part of/a lot of your story for various reasons, definitely go for it if its on purpose! i myself have done it a bit before to show a character kind of going through the motions, so to speak)

and with second person, absolutely utilize sentences or phrases or what have you that dont use "you" at all!! i think its called "implied" second person - stuff like "Look at that wall" or "Hand over that paper". so you can absolutely highlight second person pov without even using the word "you" at all and its also good to switch things up when youre writing to add a more "dynamic" quality to your work (and itll probably be fun for you to do if thats something youre into!!). so while narrative pronouns like this wont usually grate on your reader (bc we gotta use pronouns all the time for a reason, so using it a lot isnt a problem whatsoever and i highly doubt anyones gonna notice how much theyre used), definitely keep in mind not to overdo it at every turn, if that makes sense. its like the word "said" or "says" - hardly anyone is gonna notice it unless youre using it for Every Single Dialogue Line In A Row, but otherwise use it as much as you want.

getting creative with your sentence structure and the way you tell the story is important of course regardless of the pov youve chosen - and also hah sorry if that sounds really obvious but i do think its really important to remember!! :o second person may be different and less commonly used in narrative stories compared to first or third person, but some of the same rules are still gonna apply in a sense -

i think getting creative with sentences and description is even more important in second person. with first person and third person you can still have all these varying degrees of separation, especially with third person - there's like a "distant" third person that doesn't really go as far into the character's heads as much as "close" third person, where the entire third person narration can vaguely mimic the character's inner thoughts and feelings and worldviews.

second person, i think, from the get go, can mimic thoughts even more sometimes, if thats an angle you want to take - i mean have you ever like, had thoughts that were directed towards yourself or have you ever talked to yourself? or seen others do this? im talking about stuff like telling yourself "good job" or going "look what you did" at yourself in disappointment? theres also the "instructional" angle - a lot of instructions are written in second person, and a second person narrative can sound kinda like that just bc youre directly addressing your reader so much. it could definitely be fun to lean into all of this if you wanted - especially since youre writing reinhard (whos unfortunately brainwashed and conditioned to hell and back in every area of his life :<).

and second person is such a specific pov that i think you have to keep in mind why youre using second person. what is your intent in using this specific pov for this specific story? how is the story aided by your choice of pov? and i think its an extremely interesting choice for reinhard, who, as i said and as you definitely know - dudes got issues surrounding being controlled by the literal government and being pushed around!! hes a dog on a leash!! hes spent almost his whole life being ordered around everywhere, and on like, a human level maybe, hes one of the hardest people to understand.

bc yknow - reinhards dps of course give him this really unique perspective of the world. as we know, hes the FURTHEST thing for normal bc of his powers and they affect everything about his life - his relationships with other people of course but also how he perceives the world. hes perfect at Everything, he can do a whole long list of things that almost no one else can, he gets new powers every time he needs one for a given situation, he cant even fuck up telling salt from sugar, he cant lose any board game, etc etc dudes just powerless in Every Other Area of his life except for the long list of powers.

and yknow, bc of this and also trauma hes detached from others no matter how hard he tries to bridge that gap between him and other people. its why he wants to be normal so bad!! he wants friends and he likely wants freedom (why follow FELT of all royal candidates… he's 100% staked his family's redemption on her especially when you remember rom and the astrea's connection to the demihuman war, heinkel being rumored to kidnap a royal family member, reid, etc) but yknow. he cant get freedom so easily :(

which im sure you already knew all of this hah, tumblr user whygodwhy (amazing url btw) (im also saying this bc you seem like a big astrea fan as well and youve been around on rz tumblr from what i can see <3), but definitely great to keep in mind for your writing purposes bc a second person fic with (one of) THE most “inhuman” (heavy emphasis on the quotation marks here) character in rezero??? thats absolutely DIABOLICAL (complimentary) i love it. its an absolutely genius idea - we're really being pushed into understanding reinhard's perspective of having powers that make you kind of like a god. and then it makes everyone around you think youre a monster :(((

but yes like - reinhards character sets up the perfect foundation for a second person pov fic. like you can really get creative with how he experiences the world in ALL SORTS of extremely extremely off putting ways and therefore how we the reader experience REINHARD'S experiences. its super cool!!!

and i definitely think that its up to you on how you want to interpret reinhard - i think that generally even with fic authors who try to stick as closely to canon characterization as possible theres still a bit of variance you know? :o which i think is really fascinating!! especially when you take into account writing styles and all that, and especially when you take into account reinhard as a character.

atm he hasnt had a moment in rezero canon where we actually read from his pov and iirc its bc tappei said that reinhard just kinda knows Spoilery stuff? correct me if im wrong on that of course. and also iirc tappei also said that reinhard is Generally honest about what he says, so the way i see people (including myself...) write reinhard's pov matches pretty similarly with his outward self most of the time? but apart from that yknow interpret reinhard how youd like and if youre writing some sort of au or having him develop in a certain way (that isnt seen in canon), definitely go for it!! theres of course a fine balance between developing a character vs changing them to the point where it doesnt feel like the same character, but once you get to know that Base Characterization you can figure out how to go about developing them while still making them feel like themselves if thats something youre interested in!!

and for example, i think you could get creative with how using his powers looks like from his pov!! (some of which he just. doesnt think about in the sense that it just Happens - like that one dp he has where he just Knows where the exits of the building hes in are or that other dp where things thrown at him just automatically misses him.) or you know depending on what the plot for your fic is - how do you think he sees people like heinkel, wilhelm, subaru, etc, based on how he outwardly acts towards them? bc we havent seen reinhards exact pov yet in canon its kind of free real estate rn HAH and even then its fanfic, you can do what you want.

but yknow if you want to stick closer to canon, theres def the high probability that reinhard is usually honest about what he says (so his thoughts on things likely match up with what he says out loud about that exact thing). and in general if youre willing to and havent done so already i think you could check out more reinhards side stories and reinhards qnas from tappei. of course stuff like qnas you might have to take with a grain of salt (since its word of god and not always in the text yet) but you may see details that youd like to keep in mind or even use in your fic!!

and i think its good in general to make your own interpretation and know how you want to write reinhard based on that interpretation. i also recommend if you want to to maybe check out other reinhard pov fics to maybe find some inspiration or note how youd also want to interpret reinhards pov. you could note stuff like "hey, i like how this author describes how reinhards dp of empathy works" or "i like how matter of fact reinhards internal dialogue sounds here" - that sort of thing. but i definitely do think that if you want to be in character, definitely try to come to your own conclusions as well based on canon!!

as for other general advice, rereading or rewatching reinhard scenes may help you as well. i definitely recommend taking mental or physical (whether youre typing it up or writing it down physically) notes or something if that would help you. something that personally helps me (and you can do this if you want) is that every time im trying to learn a characters dialogue and how they usually speak is that i go to reread/rewatch a scene theyre in. i usually choose english dub if i can since im writing in english and then i just note down stuff like what kind of words they use, what reoccurring words or phrases do they use a lot, etc etc. so if youre struggling with dialogue or something, this is something you could try!!

reinhard does speak a little professionally/formally, with a little emotional distance, if that makes sense (i think the most obvious example is him Sounding too composed after dying and coming back in arc 5?). like the dude sounds like hes in customer service mode Near Constantly, if that also makes sense (....well he IS the sword saint HAH), even if hes actually upset about something. i think one of the biggest cracks in his customer service facade though is when hes either quietly depressed in front of his family or when he gets upset about the arc 3 julisuba duel (like he actually RAISES HIS VOICE A BIT and is obviously upset when talking to subaru after the duel. literally insane). also ofc when hes in serious "damn i guess you gotta die" mode :(

but yes i think that reinhard speaks formally but he tries to be way more casual about it yknow? julius is the one whos more flowery, that pretentious prick!!! (affectionate) (read this line in a subaru voice). reinhard will be like "hello, it's nice to meet you :) oh, please, call me reinhard :)))) no need for honorifics, we are friends here :)))) (pls treat me like a normal person ahahahah im begging you) (we're friends right? pls be my friend. pretty pls. im begging -)" and julius will be like "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." bc hes flowery <33 a slight purple prose thats as purple as his hair (affectionate)

and yep as for internal dialogue, again, you can interpret how reinhard would think in a lot of different ways and its up to you on how you want to explore him and what we know of him from canon so far!!

and you know, a lot of writing is just a lot of practice, and i guarantee you that the more you write a character the more comfortable youll get!! speaking as someone who has done so much writing in private to get comfortable with writing dialogue for people like otto or reinhard or subaru (and even then i still try really hard to adjust if i feel theyre getting out of character hah, theyre still hard to write fr :<). so yeah i def recommend to you know just give your best go at it and have fun while you do!! you can always go back and edit and if you need a betareader or smth you can def ask around. i would be down if you needed one!!

also i did write a small little blurb if you want an example of combining how to write second pov and how to write reinhard :O !! i do think that every writer is different of course but i just wanted to leave an example just in case itd help you!! i Think this is well written enough for example purposes hah:

Remember when you killed your grandmother all those months ago? Fist through her chest, familial blood splattering all over your only family. As her body falls limp, Grandfather catches her right when she’s gasping out her last words and turning to dust like the ash left in the wake of when you first killed her years ago.

The only difference is that it was a necessary evil this time.

yep so - in conclusion, fuck around (research various things if you need to) and find out (practice and have fun) <333 i hope this helps and feel free to reach out if you ever wanna ask more stuff :o !!

#rezero #re:zero #ahhh yes i hope this all makes sense - ty for sending me this ask and best of luck on ur fic!!! again feel free to share if youd like #id really love to see it and im sure other people would enjoy it too <3 #reinhard van astrea #ask

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tryslora · 3 months

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Self Help & Writing Advice

I don’t like self-help books. Which means I often don’t like writing advice books.

Which sucks because I really want to like both of them. I am positive there are things I could learn from them.

I understand that a lot of this is my own personal psychology. If I’m reading a book about how to fix a Thing (that I do, or lack, or whatever), then my handling of that Thing must be broken. Therefore, I am broken. And hearing about how I am doing something Wrong (and how I should be doing it instead) feels accusatory.

Yeah, I know. It’s not. I fully recognize that that is not the intention of the writers of these books.

But at the same time, it’s very easy to internalize case studies of bad practice as “well, if you do this, you are a bad person” and promptly fall into a guilt spiral. Or the “but I can’t do it right” spiral or the “but I tried it your way and it didn’t work” spiral.

Those are a lot of negative spirals, and I think I’ve been in all of them at one time or another. The most recent one I tried was talking about how to accept interruptions with grace because some things are more important than productivity. True! But at the same time, I look back on my own frustrations—and the clash between available time and the ability obtain focus in the first place—and how I handled them when my kids were small… and yep, there’s the spiral sucking me down.

The best way out of this is to push myself out of my comfort zone. To stop the reaction where I dig in my heels, yell “NO!” really loudly, like a toddler, and refuse to listen.

I try this, sometimes. Or at least, I do my damnedest to internalize the good advice. Especially where writing is concerned. But sometimes with writing advice, it feels very much like… if a writer doesn’t do things in the way people say, they’ll never make it.

So instead, I try to take what works.

I acknowledge that some of it isn’t for me. Write every day at the same time in the same place? Hah, yeah, no. My life is way too chaotic for that. For the last two weeks I’ve been trying to scrape together 30 minutes of focus a day, and sometimes that’s spread out over three 10 minute quickie sessions of getting information or doing something quickly. Jotting notes. Creating a space. Doing ten minutes of research. I’m working on the every day, but at the same time, I’m giving myself grace to recognize that it doesn’t always work that way.

Editing advice, and story structure advice, in particular kind of kill my brain. I’ve started planning some things, but doing analysis on my own work reminds me of being in high school. Sure, something might be symbolic, but it was probably my subconscious that came up with it, not something I planned consciously. And yes, analyzing that might be helpful, but I struggle to DO it, and again… spiral. Whoops.

Anyway. There was a point here.

The point is—not all advice is for everyone.

And that’s really important to learn. Figure out what helps you and what doesn’t. Figure out what triggers you into a spiral, and what helps lift you up to be more productive. Adapt. Adjust. Move forward.

Side note here, let me call out a couple of books that DID work for me (see, there are a few).

On the self-help side, I loved How to Keep House While Drowning: A Gentle Approach to Cleaning and Organizing by KC Davis. I probably liked it in part because it came from the point of view of depression and ADHD. I definitely liked it in part because it wrapped around things I already do, and expanded on those.

On the writing advice side, Steering the Craft by Ursula K. Le Guin was a good book. I didn’t do all the exercises (something else I struggle with—I am hunting for the perfect journal prompt book) but I very much enjoyed how she approached writing in her examples.

I’m still looking for good books. My frustration hasn’t stopped me from signing up for giveaways on Goodreads when I see something that sounds like it might work for my brain. It hasn’t stopped me from borrowing a book from the library based on a recommendation from a friend (and yes, I buy the ones that work for me).

I’m definitely interested in recommendations, too. As long as no one is insulted when something doesn’t work with my brain.

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Saga: Rivals - 26

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Chiaki, Jin, Hokuto, Jun, Hiyori, Tori, Seiya

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Hiyori: Come now, don’t make that face. Give us a smile instead — You look far more lovely with a smile on your face…

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[Location: Reverse Live Stage

Time: Minutes later

Chiaki: Fuhahaha! At last, the final battle is here! I feel so fired up~!! I’m ready to go anytime!

Jin: …Alrighty, it’s our turn. C'mon, kiddos; after the old man.

Hokuto: Couldn’t you have phrased that some other way? It’s made me lose motivation… You’re always so far off from the ideal leader, sensei.

Jin: Ahaha. It would’ve been nice if I could've been someone you could look up to, huh, Hocchan.

Hokuto: No, it's fine. I’m done with looking for someone else to tell me what to do, and just doing as they say.

Seeing you take even the coming final battle in your own stride helps me stay composed, too.

Hokuto: You’re incredible as a leader and an idol in your own right. I’ve always known that.

Jin: Come again~? Don’t butter me up so much, alright? I’m bound to just let you down right away~… ♪

Jun: Sagami Jin! I’ve been waiting for ya! So the moment's finally come at last, hasn't it~!?

Jin: Woah!? Someone’s raring to go… There, there. Easy, tiger.

The murderous aura's fine and all, but don’t actually try to punch me, ‘kay? The audience is watching, plus I hate pain.

Jun: Hah! Why would I need to punch you when I can kick your ass in a fair fight?

Don't you dare look down on me, alright~? I’ll treat you with the bare minimum of respect, at least!

Hiyori: Yes, yes. Don’t you worry, I’ve given him a thorough education on etiquette ♪

Tori: …Hiyori-sama. Umm, I think you’ve noticed, but…

Hiyori: Hmm? Oh, yes, I do see some faces in the audience and staff areas that seem rather unbefitting of an idol concert.

It seems all the local dignitaries are assembled here — What's this, has Reverse Live become a socialite party?

My family is here, and so are your parents, Tori-kun… Come now, why don’t we give them a merry wave? ♪

Tori: Woah… But why are Papa and Mama here? This isn’t something like a parent observation day~

Hiyori: I wonder. Perhaps there is a “massive wave” silently flowing behind the scenes of Project-Saga — No, behind everything we know…

A gigantic scheme, involving even those local dignitaries.

Far beyond merely reconstructing academic facilities; this entire land may be remodeled… With power like that, he might not be simply after the reformation school rules anymore, but instead a protest against the very laws of this country.

Eichi-kun has always been aiming to do such things, as much as feasibly possible. He’s committed to revolutionizing the idol industry, as it is the world that he lives in.

Everyone scoffed at his claims. You must be kidding me! their faces said.

But we felt differently… so we fought together with him, as fine. After all, we shared the same desire: to make a happier, better world.

Whether Eichi-kun’s idea will amount to nothing but an insane fantasy or if it'll actually change the world, I still don’t know yet.

And as someone who has parted from fine, I have no right to see it through by his side.

That’s why you’re needed. Tori-kun of the Himemiya family; the adorable boy who would look up at us with admiration in his eyes…

Should Eichi-kun ever lose control of his ambition, and be reduced to naught more than a great calamity that destroys everything in sight…

I want you to stop him, yes? If that might prove difficult, just say the world — I’ll come to help you anytime.

A long time ago… You asked for my autograph and gave me your love, so consider it my gift of thanks. Of course, I know Eichi-kun was the one you always had your eyes set upon.

Tori: ……

Hiyori: Come now, don’t make that face. Give us a smile instead — You look far more lovely with a smile on your face…

Perhaps your smile may not change the world, but it can bring comfort to those who wish for it.

You can save their souls, and guide them to the right path. And this role, you see, is an important one that “Ohii-san” can't entrust to anyone else.

Tori: …Yes, I understand. Your words are still a little complicated for me, so I can’t understand them completely, Hiyori-sama —

But I won’t ever forget them. Eichi-sama and fine… Please entrust them to me.

Hiyori: …Very well ♪

Seiya: All right, then. Let's bring an end to your chatting, shall we? We have a program to run, so I would ask you to not get me in trouble, and refrain from doing as you please.

Hokuto: Hmph. Get in trouble? I’d love to see it.

Seiya: My, how nasty… Where did we raise you wrong? But I suppose there is a saying that the more troublesome the child, the cuter he is.

Hokuto: Raise me? I hardly remember being raised by you — How many times do I need to repeat myself?

Seiya: Indeed. I was expecting you to say that; in truth, it stirs me with emotion.

You were so obedient when you were little, holding your tongue despite all the dissatisfaction you must have had.

But now, you challenge me outright like this. As your father, how can I not feel joy? I'm certain my wife will protest in envy later.

A naughty boy who charges at an adult will only have his arm twisted…

An experience like that would foster the spirit of rebellion in any child, but we’ve never had such an opportunity.

Without any parental bonding between us, you — being the clever child you are — silently built up that dissatisfaction inside you.

There was never any way to resolve them, so for the longest time, we’ve been in a cold war, haven't we?

But threatening each other through untouchable glares is far too lonely. We’re family, privileged to live in the same house from the start.

I want to close this distance between us. Won’t you let me hug you, Hocchan…?

You don't need to hug back. You can even shove me away in annoyance if you'd like.

It is natural contact like this that we have always needed.

We were oblivious for so long that this overblown ruse became necessary just to do this much, but…

I want to believe that it isn’t too late for us.

Hokuto: ……

Seiya: When you were born, my entire world lit up.

The life of a common man was like another world to me, and I never imagined there could be such bliss to be found there.

In meeting my wife, she showed me the way… And with our love, you were brought to me as our baby.

That was all I needed to feel fulfilled. Of course, I experienced much sadness and pain as well, but…

That moment alone gave everything a meaning. Hokuto, thank you for being born.

I should have repeated those words to you until you were convinced. Just as most people in this world do with their children, I should have given every last effort to never lose you.

Seiya: But instead, I've neglected to do such a natural thing for all this time… I’m so sorry.

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mono-dot-jpeg · 2 years

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antarctic idiots [pt.6] - c! technoblade

summary; in which two anarchist piglins adopt an ender boy.

genre; child! ranboo, piglin hybrid! reader, slight canon divergence from dream smp, fluff, found family au is my shit, reader is now ranboo’s parent i don’t make the rules, techno is a grumpy father but it’s okay you love him, realistic minecraft? (idk how to describe it-), uh angst (if you squint)

pairing; c! technoblade x reader, platonic! ranboo x reader

word count; 2.4k

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a/n; regarding techno's death, i have decieded to continue this series after it's long hiatus. i am not trying to stain techno's death with writing. i see this as keeping his character alive and keeping the memory of him alive. i am also coping this way. kind of. i was really sad about his death on the day it happened but now i'm feeling much different in a good way. i dont think techno would want to see any of us sad especially since he was usually the reason we smiled and not why we cried and i intend to keep it that way.

i will be writing for techno but i refuse to do anything nsfw with him as that just feels so disrespectful to him. obviously if there is any statement from his family about fanfics, this will be taken down.

i will continue to write for techno.

i am saying this to lighten this note, techno himself wrote fanfics about hypixel so there's not much of difference between him and a lot of other writers out there. if you don't like what i'm doing, that's fine, to each their own. i like to think i'm preserving his memory like artists.

today was the festival. you hadn't prepared too much (because how did you really need to prepare for a bombing), only bringing your armor and your trusty sword. you were with techno,, the male wondering if wilbur and tommy were coming to join you both.

"no, techno, they can't. they were exiled."

a beat of silence before, "hah, losers. imagine not being invited, L." techno said as you started to walk to l'manburg. you and techno meet up with other citizens and friends of l'manburg. techno greeting them much easier than you were. you didn't even know why you were invited in the first place, who else knew about you helping pogtopia? "is this where everyone who actually got invited meet up?" techno asked as you noticed some familiar faces. he started to ramble a bit though it didn't last long.

you stood behind techno, both of your shadows looming over the much shorter people in the crowd.

"oh, fundy is here."

"yeah! i got some fun games!" you looked at the fox hybrid. he showed the dunking tank, pranking poor niki for a moment. "hey, hey, technoblade! you have a trident right?" the male piglin nodded. "you think you can shoot yourself into the tank?"

"uh, i can try." techno offered, standing in the lake. his arm rose up in the air as he aimed for the sky, but before he could fly, “you’re not gonna drown me in the tank, right?”

“no.” fundy said, the sly fox was very obvious with his intentions, however techno didn’t seem to mind.

“alright, doesn’t sound like something you would do.” techno shrugged before flying up in the air and into the dunk tank.

“i would not trust fundy-” niki started but got cut off by the male piglin.

“i made it.” his voice muffled due to his helmet and the water. he partly made it. his head was just in the dunk tank while the rest of him hung out on the edge of it. you laughed a little bit as techno goes back to the lake to try again. he made it this time, yelling in victory before he looks up to see a block above his head.

laughing loudly, fundy looks at the piglin, “i lied.”

you and niki start to help him as techno starts rambling, “i should’ve expected this. well, this is the end for me. any second now i’m gonna drown.” he said dramatically. you put your helping to a stop, remembering what the pink haired male told you about his armor. you knew that technoblade won’t die this easily.

“hey, does anyone have popcorn? i want to see how this ends.” you asked anyone nearby you. they said no, leaving you pouting and eating your baked potatoes in despair as you watched techno dramatically lament about his upcoming “death”.

“i only have a few hours with my respiration 3 helmet.” you laughed loudly with others as techno continued his antics. “i’m feeling kind of hungry actually.” he started to eat his steak while fundy seemed to crumble down, complaining about how techno should’ve just died already.

“have you seen how much time this man has put into the smp? he probably has four backup sets!” fundy complained as your laughter calmed down to a few chuckles.

“hold on, i left the stove on at home.” techno broke the block and flew right out with ease. you could tell the fox had long given up at his task of killing techno with the dunk tank.

❚ Quackity > GATHER AT THE MANBURG PODIUM

before the speech had begun, techno shows off his fireworks that he had prepared for the festival. "woo fireworks!" he says in his usual monotone voice as everyone else cheers in awe othe the colorful explosives. you, on the other hand, had seen techno prepare the fireworks in his own base. how did you find that base underwater? he will never know.

"hello everybody and welcome to the manburg festival!" schlatt annouced. "i have invited all the citizens of manburg and some close friends of mine. i just- i just wanted to throw a party to be honest." during the small speech, you glance over to your right and see techno staring up at schlatt. he seemed to have that confused look in his eye, maybe wondering why he was at a party about government. you were wondering that same thing about yourself but even more so as schlatt never really knew you. you were never really around often, especially during the time of the election.

"chat, i'm not gonna do it. i'm literally surrounded by enemies.." your ear twitches, hearing techno muttering to the voices in his head. after a moment, he cheers, "woo party!"

quackity starts leading everyone to pokimane islands. everyone dances and cheers happily until niki and techno start talking about state secrets. "anyone wanna talk about state secrets?" techno asked not-so-subtly.

"you know for the fact that you're really smart, you're really unsubtle with getting private information."

"like you could do any better."

"i can actually. you're talking to the pandora's box after all." you smiled smugly. "how do you think i know about your other base?" techno narrows his eyes at you as your smile turns innocent while you brush your hand against his arm. "i know a lot of things, mr. blade, i would hate to have to pull anything over your head."

after a while, fundy suggested to do a boxing match. "yeah violence! yeahhh!" techno is quick to cheer on as you follow along.

"promoting violence. hell yeah!" you sound just as monotonous as techno does while everyone gathers at the ring.

nearly immediately, fundy is asking for a fight with techno. techno excuses himself for a moment. you watch the pink haired male fly with his trident to do something. you have some idea of what he's doing. just as fast as he flies away, he quickly arrives back and takes off his armor, setting it by you. "watch m' stuff f' me." his voice is a bit more gruffy as you raise an eyebrow upon noticing some familiar particles bubble around him. "don't look a' me like that."

you smiled, "hmm, mr. blade using a potion in a boxing match?" you talked quietly, humming in amusement. techno snorted, a telltale sign that a piglin was not very pleased. you laughed a bit, "don't be so mad, techno. i thought you were the mature one. i'm just pointing things out." techno is silent for a moment while you look at him. you would never say it to his face but he wasn't a bad sight to see or maybe it was just your piglin instincts to admire other piglins. you snort to yourself quietly, a sound that was close to a piglin admiring gold, but techno picks up on it.

"you seem to be admiring me. i am amazing so i get it." you laughed at bit upon seeing his smug smile as he faces you.

"glad to see you're warming up to me now."

"i still don't trust you." he huffed.

"well, trust and warming up to someone is different. i can be an acquaintance. i don't need to be trusted. not yet at least." you hummed. "anyways go beat up fundy, pig man." he snorted at your statement as antfrost starts to count down.

and in just a few seconds, the fox is down and techno is victorious. "who's next!? who's next?!"

"techno, we're gonna have to initiate a drug test on you."

"can we wait 30- no, 29- 27 seconds until then?" you started to laugh watching as techno counts down his potion effect while he fumbles over his words. quackity and fundy seem to not accept that, asking techno for a drug test. but techno is quick to escape. "all of a sudden, i'm gone-" and he's flying before anyone else can say anything.

he does come back as another speech was gonna happen in a few moments. and yet this one gave you a bit of a sinking feeling..

"who am i to say no to that, right? so without further ado, i think i’ll put big man tubbo, my right-hand man, my uh… my protégé, up on the mic to spit some bars!" everyone cheers for tubbo as you clap for him as well. you almost frown upon seeing how he can barely reach the microphone. he's so young for this… him and tommy… you can only think to yourself, hearing his speech. words are being heard and yet you can't listen well enough. you knew what was going on.

"so with that in mind, i'd like to thank everyone for coming to this wonderful event!" a deep chuckle fills your ears as tubbo's speech ends. "what- what's wrong schlatt?"

"i was just thinking about it. you know how we like to have fun, tubbo?" that sounds anything but good. you grip on your sword, something's gonna happen and you don't know if you have the guts to handle it right now.

"yeah.. what- what's up schlatt?"

"you got anything else in that speech?"

"uhhh no! on that note, let the festival begin!" after that all you see in quackity and schlatt whisper to each other and hand each other some bright yellow item. this was looking worse and worse as you watch the two surround tubbo with the paste and soon pouring water over the paste. it was now concrete. tubbo was stuck with no way out.

"what the fuck are they doing.." you muttered, feeling your anger rise. you can hear techno and niki mutter in confusion as they watch everything slowly unfold.

niki's pleas are unheard to schlatt as he speaks, "I know what you've been up to, tubbo."

"what- what have i done? what have i been up to? what are you talking about?" tubbo's eyes are glazed with fear and panic as his hands are pressed against the yellow concrete. he's trying to back up against the chair but he can't move any farther back.

shlatt laughs mockingly, "what i have been up to, he says.." and soon he's yelling, "he's been CONSPIRING with the idiots! with the tyrants! that we kicked out of this server! that we kicked out of this great country!" his voice was as loud and booming as you remember the past. when you escaped before the results were even out for the election, when you decided that this country was not what you wanted to stay in for very long. “i don’t know if you know this, tubbo but treason… isn’t exactly a respectable thing around here… y’know?”

“do you know what happens to traitors, tubbo?” the dark look in schlatt’s eyes have you gripping tighter on the worn out handle of your sword. the leather wrapped around the grip does nothing to help your bubbling anger.

“n-no…”

“nothing good.” he stops looking at tubbo to look into the stunned crowd, “technoblade, why don’t you come up here?” your neck nearly snaps with how hard you turned to look at him. was he working for schlatt? you asked yourself for a moment before seeing how surprised and concerned he was, looking around and having no response to the president. techno glances at you for a moment. both of you seem hesitant on what to do but with an unsettling feeling in his stomach, techno tridents his way to the large stage podium. you can barely keep yourself focused on everything. the whispers of everyone around, the choking atmosphere, and knowing that tubbo might just be in danger of losing a life. your mind is fuzzy as you can’t listen to a word of what schlatt is saying. you can hear snippets but it doesn’t go through your mind. you hear nothing. but then you hear everything.

“take care of the traitor. take care of him.” schlatt’s graveled voice suddenly feels grating to hear.

“you want me to get him- get him some breakfast?” techno’s voice is muffled and yet so clear.

“no…” niki’s cries are unheard as they’re overpowered by the shattering of your heart and the aching of your brain. you wished you could comfort her.

“he won’t. he won’t. he won’t! he’s on our side!” wilbur? when did he get here? how long has he been here? you’re getting rusty, old woman. you shouldn’t have retired, you idiot.

“techno, i need you to take him out.” take him out…?

“to dinner?”

“no! not to dinner! i want you to kill him!” schlatt’s voice screeches through the microphone as techno oh’s in realization.

“techno, you don’t need to do this!”

“it’s- it’s a festival today schlatt…”

you can see him hold his crossbow. he’s gonna do it… he doesn’t have much of a choice. not when they don’t know that he’s with pogtopia. suddenly you’re aware of how surrounded you are, marburg citizens were all in the crowd. you were sure that if techno or you made a wrong move, you would both lose a life.

“i’m sorry tubbo.”

“t-techno?”

your mouth is dry, failing to say anything to help techno in this situation. the battle of the lake was different, it wasn’t this. at least with a battle, you didn’t need to think about what to do. but to be fair, it’s not like you even tried to do any thinking at the time. but either way, this wasn’t a battle. this was an execution.

“i will try to make this as painless and as colorful as possible, tubbo.” techno can only mutter but the mic just barely picks it up.

“technoblade…”

“tubbo, i’m sorry! i’m being subjected to mild amounts of peer pressure.”

“DO IT TECHNOBLADE!”

with a yell, techno fires off the fireworks to tubbo. the thundering boom of the fireworks rings in your ears as you try and cover them to soften noise, just for a little bit. of course it didn’t help but there was nothing else you can think of doing. your feet frozen in place as you watch tubbo die. and soon everyone else would too. you can see the bloodthirst in techno’s eyes as he loads the bow again. so much was happening at once. tommy landed himself onto the podium in tears as he looks at where tubbo’s body lays. he was distraught at techno’s betrayal.

but techno could only see blood.

and you needed to run.

everyone who survived techno’s reign of fireworks is fleeing in panic, including yourself. you can only trip over your feet before using your own trident to get away, going in the same direction as techno while everyone was yelling to get tommy. why didn’t they bother with techno after killing so many citizens? that was something beyond your understanding really. the government ruling over manburg was a really bad one to say the least if they were doing such public executions. what a government that was.

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tofueggnoodles · 11 months

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Extreme Bath Log Disk 1 – Track 1: Prologue

Click here to listen to the track on youtube.

Links to some introductory material:

Translation of a short story Minekura-sensei wrote before the Drama CD was released (by @soto-translates)

Translation of the character map by @soto-translates

Characters who are aged up: Sanzo (drastically, 60 or above), Kubota (he has to be older than 17 in this universe), Nobuto (likely in his thirties or older instead of 24), Hakkai (ditto)

Characters who are aged down: Tokito (second year high-schooler, 17 instead of “around 20” in WA), Gojyo (likely between 19-21 in this universe instead of 24)

Characters who stay more or less the same age (plus minus one year): Goku (18ish in Saiyuki, 17 in this universe), Saito (18)

Unknown age or irrelevant: Mishiba (22 in Bus Gamer), Tenpou, Kenren (the last two should be at least middle-aged in this universe)

Overall summary of the Drama CD: Slice-of-life with some plot in the first half. The Genjos (Sanzo, Hakkai, Gojyo and Goku) run a bathhouse in a shopping district, where the businesses are struggling against competition from the new shopping mall opposite the train station. Among their neighbors and acquaintances are Kubota and Tokito from Kubota Laundry, Saito from Saito Liquor Store and Tenpou, a writer who lives with the Genjos. There are also two sons who are living elsewhere, wayward Nobuto and globe-trotting Kenren. To me who grew up on a staple of Japanese TV serials in the late nineties to the early 2000s, the story evokes a feeling of nostalgia for a vanishing era and lifestyle in a typical mid-sized Japanese satellite town.

Now, on to the first track!

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Summary: Waking up from a surreal dream in which he and his relatives fought a bunch of youkai, Goku headed downstairs for breakfast.

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Sanzo: Tch. What a bother! (shoots and takes out a youkai)

Hakkai: They’re coming in an awfully big flock again. ** (hits a few youkai with a ball of chi)

Gojyo: Over there, Goku!

Goku (twirling nyoibo): Leave it to me! Oryaa!

(Youkai cries out as nyoibo smashes into them.)

Gojyo: There’s no end to them, so just finish them off in one strike, Sanzo-sama!

Sanzo: Don’t order me around, damn kappa! (starts to chant a Sanskrit mantra)

Goku: Hmm?

Hakkai: What’s the matter, Goku?

Goku: Don’t you hear a strange sound? (An alarm bell rings in the background.)

Gojyo: Hah? Has your hearing turned as stupid as the rest of you too?

Goku: That’s not it! There, you should be hearing it as well – it’s a bell-like sound.

Hakkai: Ah, surely that’s because breakfast is ready, isn’t it?

Goku: Huh?

Sanzo: Makai Tenjo!

(The ringing sound grows louder.)

Goku: Ah.... eh? (turns off the alarm clock)

(The ringing sound stops, replaced by the sounds of chirping birds and bicycle bell.)

Goku: Uhh....

Hakkai (from downstairs): Goku! If you don’t get up now, you’ll be late!

Goku: Crap! (flings off his blanket)

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(Sounds of running water, vegetables being chopped and the clear chime of a bell. The last one is typically heard at a Buddhist household altar [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butsudan]. Sanzo chants a Sanskrit mantra.)

Goku (runs into the living/dining room): Morning, Hakkai!

Hakkai: Good morning. Sorry, but could you fetch the miso soup from over there?

Goku: Okay! Eh? Gojyo’s already awake? How unusual!

Gojyo: Why you. I mean, can you not address your big brother so casually this early in the morning? [Instead of using the term for elder brother, such as ‘onii-san’ or ‘onii-chan’, Goku addresses him by his first name, which is considered rude.]

Goku: I’ve been doing that since I was a kid, haven’t I?

Gojyo: It’s because of stuff like this that you’re still very much a kid, you pipsqueak of a baby monkey!

Goku: Then, is a NEET who abandoned his studies at the university mid-term an adult? [NEET: young person not in education, employment or training]

Gojyo: I’m not a NEET! I’m a freelancer! A freelancer! [He uses the term freeter, which can mean anything from someone who is deliberately unemployed, underemployed or a freelance worker.]

Goku: Don’t talk like you’re a real freelancer. There’s nothing admirable about it at all.

Gojyo: Why, you cheeky monkey! Show a bit of respect for your elders–

(A loud gong resounds.)

Sanzo: You two damn kids are being noisy so early in the morning!

Goku: Ah, morning, grandpa.

Gojyo: You’re way noisier than we’re, old man!

Sanzo: Who’s the old man, you thickheaded greenhorn?

Gojyo: You’re a grandfather. Doesn’t that make you a real old man? Or have you finally gone senile?

Sanzo: Hah? Compared to that idiotic-looking deep-red head of yours, my head is way much clearer!

(They start to grapple with each other.)

Gojyo: I don’t want to hear complaints about the color of my hair from an old man who dyes his hair blond in order to appear younger!

Goku: Jeez, stop fighting in front of the altar!

[Depending on the Buddhist sect followed by the household, the altar may contain either the pictures of deceased relatives or tablets engraved with their names. So in this sense, Goku is berating Gojyo and Sanzo for fighting in front of Kanan and Konzen :) ]

Hakkai: Yes, that’s enough. Everyone, breakfast’s ready.

Goku: Breakfast!

Sanzo: Tch.

Gojyo: Yeah, yeah.

Hakkai: All right then–

All four: Let’s eat!

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes or clarifications. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am not sure with. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.

#最湯記 #最遊記 #saiyuki #saiyuki drama cd #translation

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Alright. Interview with a voice actor from “Hightailing Hazel”, Trevor Cane. Trevor Cane worked as a voice actor for the character, Bus Driver, as well as smaller background characters. Here’s the transcript. Please don’t mind any spelling errors. I tried to make it as professional as possible.

Interview with Trevor Cane, March 1, 2023, 3.45 PM.

N: Ok so I’m online. Sorry I’ve never done this before.

T: Ok.

N: And I had to download this app, I don’t use this to talk to people usually.

T: Ok.

N: Ok. Ok! Ok, So, Ok, So you’re good?

T: I’m here.

N: Yea, yea ok so. Ok.

T: You can start anytime. N: So, I’m Nathan. You know me already of course. Can you introduce yourself?

T: Trevor Cane.

N: You’re a professional voice actor right?

T: Semi.

N: Right. What does that mean?

T: Semi means sometimes.

N: Course. Ok so, purpose of this. So as you know I’m running a blog archiving the abandoned project, “Hightailing Hazel.”

T: Yea I know.

N: Reasoning behind simply I’ve never seen it anywhere else online before. SO, I’m trying to sort of gather ever

T: Gonna stop you right there Nathan.

N: Ok?

T: Lemme just get the basic shit over with.

N: What do

T: Hightailing Hazel, was a half baked idea between two families who apparently had nothing better to do. They hired me, some artists, some other voice actors, and got as close to animating some episodes before the whole thing blew up, and they buried that shit. I’m sure they didn’t expect some random guy online to harass washed up voice actors about it.

N: I…Ok. Uhm, yea! Ok. Two families?

T: Yes those are the words I said out-loud yes. Good job repeating them.

N: So who hired you-who were the families?

T: You don’t need names.

N: Right! Well I do because I

T: Because your archiving. Ok.

N: yes.

N: So it was two families? Did they run… a uh. Media company, or a studio at all?

T: Two or three of them were artists and parents so they thought they had the key to instant mind numbing cartoon success. They didn't.

N: No company.

T: No. Though I’m sure they were business majors. They had a studio. That’s where we worked. Pretty ok place. Small.

N: Why do you say half baked?

T: They went about it with so much chaos I’m surprised they were able to organize it into your little cd at all.

N: Well it really isn’t organized.

T: Ok.

N: Ok. So. So…I have some uh. Question suggestions from some of my followers.

T: Still trying to follow a script huh.

N: Can you tell me what the recruiting process was like?

T: Uh Ok. I was recruited in 2009. The guy who first interviewed me told me they were looking for up and coming voice actors ready to “start their careers with something small but memorable.” I read some lines, they called me back a week later. I met their “crew”. They were adamant on us getting along and acting like a family. I met most of the two families. I met some other voice actors. I met some artists. Before this I’ve only done commercial work or indie work so. I didn’t really know how this shit worked.

N: Did you meet Liam Hahns?

T: What.

N: The uhm artists and I believe character designer.

T: Yes. He was more than that. He was one of the creators of the show itself.

N: Oh?

T: Yes.

N: Who all..created this show in the first place?

T: Show. Hah. Well Liam. His brother. His friend.

N: uhm. And their names?

T: No.

N: Uhm. Ok uhm. What about the other voice actors?

T: All hired either right outta school or found buried in some website hopelessly offering their services. They hired all fresh staff. Brand new artists and animators and voice actors.

N: And writers?

T: No writers. They handled all the writing. Scripts summaries plot storylines. Whatever.

N: This all sounds very odd and unprofessional.

T: Oh yea? Really?

N: Still I do like the end product.

T: Because you didn’t see what went in it. You didn’t see the sausage casing being rolled up.

N: What?

T: It’s an expression.

N: I don't think it is?

T: It is.

N: I’ve never heard of it before?

T: Ok.

N: …You played the character uh, just called Bus driver right?

T: Yes. They wanted me to voice some other background characters as well. Two line type characters. No titles.

N: And-but uh, Bus driver, you wanted him to be named after you?

T: Well Trevor is a lot fucking better than just bus driver isn’t it. They had a weird thing about names. And this was 14 years ago, I just wanted this one off character have more of me inside him. He was the main character of the episode. Besides the dog and cat.

N: Did you have any say on the script, or character at all?

T: No. And No Ad-libbing either. They were very strict when it came to the script.

N: How did you get along with the other crew?

T: Ok.

N: Uh?

T: Yea like ok. We were fine.

N: are you still in contact with anyone from the project?

T: No.

N: How’s that?

T: Ok. Here’s the deal Nathan. Stop posting on your blog. Stop trying to fucking bother people over some failed old show. And for god’s sake don’t post peoples fucking emails on youtube.

N: I really didn’t uh.

T: You're only going to find shit you don’t want to learn. Leave this shit buried. I’m serious. Theres nothing about this that matters enough to be talked about.

N: How could you say that? People put real work into this-including you. Real artists, animators, designers. Voice actors. Obviously I know know anything about these families, and you wont tell me much, but this is still a real passion filled project that is lost to time. I think the work at least deserves to be admired, or learned from, just known about at all. Art deserves to be seen.

T: And people deserve to be left the fuck alone. This show was meant for fucking ten year olds anyway why are you so interested in it.

N: It is still art. And its creative. And [unintelligible]-it’s-and it’s cute.

T: You sound like Natalie.

N: Natalie I recognize that name. I assume she was a character designer or artist?

T: You know I try not to think about the beginning of my career. I took a lot of stupid pointless jobs that didn’t pay enough, didn’t matter, didn’t further my career. Hightailing Hazel paid me enough. That is all I can say about it.

N: Ok,

T: Find a different hobby buddy, ok?

N: So-

T: I voiced one character, once. I got paid. I left. Ok?

N: Ok.

T: Ok. So we good?

N: I guess so.

T: Great interview. Don’t contact me again.

End of interview, Trevor Cane logged out immediately after.

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My notes:

none at this time. Sorry.

#hightailing hazel

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A Nightmare At Green Lake 12 - Rush of Passion

The young staff of the Foundation are making deductions from the current situation. The city girl and the town girl lie in the sofa, snuggled up against each other, and fiddle with the clutter piled up on the table.

Blonney: Look, they are trying to solve the problem, yet we can do nothing but fiddle around. Maybe I should have worked harder in college, so that I can at least understand a thing or two from the conversation.

Anne: Don’t worry, Jennifer! I don’t understand any of what they said either! You are not alone. I’m here with you.

Blonney: I’m not like you. You literally don’t know anything. I remember when we first met, you asked of everything I had on me. You grew up here, in a small town in the middle of nowhere. It is only normal that you don’t know anything about the outside world. But I’m different. I’ve been to big cities, I’ve gone to college, I’ve read books, I pretended to be well-adapted to this lifestyle. But in fact, I’m still ignorant, knowing nothing but empty pleasures. My hair colour gives away who I am. I’m a silly blondie.

Anne: Don’t speak of yourself like this, Jennifer.

Anne sits up, frowning with anxiety. She raises her voice.

Anne: You’re not silky. You are smart! You make your own movie with a script you wrote by yourself! You’re pretty and kind, and you’re the best person I’ve ever known. Please don’t hate yourself.

Blonney: Fine, I get it, but can you let go of my hand first? You’re hurting me a bit.

Anne: Oh! Sorry! Are you going to be okay? Shall I get you some ointment for these red areas on your hand?

Blonney: Haha! You’re funny. I’m not some glass doll that breaks from being held too tightly. Heh heh. Oh, I can barely breathe. You are great fun!

Anne: You’re smiling. Did I make you happy? This is good.

Blonney: Heh heh. Don’t you find me weird? My attitude changes so rapidly. I’ve been mean to you for a long time. And all of a sudden, I started to follow you around and try to use you to survive from this.

Anne: Weird? What’s so bad about that? Even if you’re weird, it’s a good kind of weird. I like you … staying by my side.

Blonney: Even if I’m a benefit-driven fence-sitter who immediately embrace arcanists after being ditched by my human friends?

Anne: Jason and Michael shouldn’t hate you, if they knew you better.

Blonney: Hah …

The laughter makes her tired. She lets her body fall on the sofa, her head leaning on the shoulder of that small-town girl.

Blonney: You seem to really like me.

Anne: …!

Blonney: You would jump off the car to rescue me, you protect me, praise me. You would even be happy because I was happy.

Anne: Because I’ve never seen anyone as pretty as you are. You’re special. You’re different to the rest of us.

Blonney: Oh, stop. I will not be embarrassed for these nice things you said about me. I’ve heard enough of them throughout my entire life. Listen, I’m very sorry for mistreating you, and I’m grateful that you came to save me. I will reward you with a secret, my secret. Do you wanna hear it?

Anne: Absolutely!

Anne’s green eyes are filled with sincerity, shining like a puppy’s.

Anne: I’d love to!

Blonney: In fact, I don’t hate horror movies.

Tooth Fairy: This is the diary I found in the attic. There were many other things, like a full warehouse.

Blonney: I actually liked them a lot when I was a kid. I spent most of my time here, in Green Lake Campsite, writing my own horror movie scripts on paper.

Tooth Fairy: The handwriting is pretty childish, so the writer might be around 8 to 13 years old. Some of the narratives are straightforward, but the story itself is very creative.

Blonney: But later, we moved to another town. Huh, hah! My parents earned great success in business, and we moved into a high-profile community where only humans are allowed. We were also given privileges that arcanists cannot enjoy. It was then I realised—nobody wants me to be an arcanist.

Tooth Fairy: It was since that day, the diary stopped updating. It might be forgotten or taken away. The story ended there.

Blonney: That’s why I decided to break off my connections with arcanists and stop showing interests in emotive things like horror movies in order to hide the arcanist side of me. Huh! I took out my energy on other things which may ease my mind, like soap operas, new clothes, fashions … People like me this way. They said this is what I’m supposed to do. They believe that I’m a dumb bimbo, believe that I hate books. I led a life they want me to have, till I graduated from high school.

Anne: I don’t like these people. You shouldn’t have been out through this. You are the smartest person I’ve ever known.

Anne reaches out a hand and clenches a fist.

Anne: If one day I run into them, I will pull their noses and mouths off, like this!

Blonney: A wonderful idea. I wish I was as creative as you are.

…

Blonney: So, in the end, I attacked one of the jerks who didn’t watch his mouth at the prom. I slapped him in the face and smashed four sandwiches and a salad on his head. Then, feeling resentful for what had happened, I applied for a degree in filmmaking, a course which was considered to be “ill-fitted” to me. And next, I started shooting horror movies for an assignment “I have to finish.” Huh! Deep down inside, I think I have never really given them up. I’ve probably never stopped loving them.

Horropedia: Keep on shooting. I will buy you a new camera.

Blonney: Hello! Have you been eavesdropping? Where is your manners?

Vertin: Actually, I heard them all as well.

Tooth Fairy: So did I.

Horropedia: We are in the same room. You can talk, we can hear, and the air helps. That’s it.

Tooth Fairy: Well, we are all here, paying attention to your voices. We heard everything you just said.

Tooth Fairy walks up, gently putting a pink diary on Blonney’s knees.

Tooth Fairy: I think this is yours. Now I should hand it back to you.

Blonney: Where did you find it? I haven’t seen this for a really long time.

A reunion after a long separation. Blonney opens the diary carefully.

Blonney: I used to do some arcanist tricks with it, but I have lost control over my power since I threw it into the la- … lak- … Aaah-choo!

Blonney suddenly gives a shiver, perhaps because she is touched by the diary, or perhaps because of something else. She raises her head and looks around.

Blonney: Aren’t you guys cold? How come it’s so chilly?

A gust of cold wind, along with a bit of rain, swirls into the cabin. Outside the opened door, a wedding ring lies in a puddle, reflecting light ominously.

Blonney: That ring? Wasn’t it on my finger a minute ago?

Vertin: Watch out. Something is approaching.

…

Blonney: How many more dead men were buried here? I’ve had enough! Can’t we just get rid of that dead woman?

Ghost Bride: Boohoo …

Blonney: She’s approaching! This is a good chance …

Ghost Bride: Aaahhh!

Blonney: Ugh! She smells like a skunk in the sewer!

Sonetto: Blonney! The ghost bride took her down. We need to help her!

Critter Crowd: Chirp …

Sonetto: Not good. The critters are coming around again!

The ghost bride murmurs something and crawls over Blonney, who has fallen to the ground.

Ghost Bride: I do … do … I do … ah …

Horropedia: Hey! Blondie! If you wanna survive, leave that ring alone!

Blonney: Hell, you think I wanted this?! This crazy woman ghost put it on me! Get off! Get lost!

The ghost bride’s oozy body is kicked back several feet.

Ghost Bride: Uuuhh …!

Blonney quickly struggles to her feet and runs toward the back of the cabin.

Ghost Bride: Hmm, boohoo … uuuhh …

Horropedia: Damn! Her whimper can summon more critters. They are going out from the ground!

Tooth Fairy: Shh.

Shaking her head, Tooth Fairy walks to the centre of the monsters. She is surrounded by sparkling powder.

Tooth Fairy: What they need is a song.

…

Sonetto: This is Ms. Tooth Fairy’s singing! Ms. Tooth Fairy, behind you!

Horropedia: Jeez! What on earth is that!

Blonney: Ahahaha! What is it, do you think? Of course, a good surpriiiiiiiiise! Ha! I didn’t know I was a talented driver! Once we get out of here, I’m gonna get myself a driver’s license!

Horropedia: Within 30 seconds, you crashed over every critter in our sight. I don’t think you are qualified to be a driver. No, no. That’s not the point. Where did you get the car?

Tooth Fairy: Pink lines. This is drawn with an oil paint pen. This is her arcane skill. Your arcane skill restored pretty fast. Seems like you’ve accepted your identity.

Blonney: May be that, or may be because I retrieved this diary. I feel something has changed inside me, making me a bit hyped.

Tooth Fairy: A good try. Please keep up with the feeling.

Blonney: That song you just sang—can I take it as a gift?

Tooth Fairy: You mean …?

Blonney: Well, you still owe me a song. Please, I wanna song from you.

Tooth Fairy: Sure, take it as a gift. For making progress in life and for your courage to embrace who you truly are.

Blonney: Thanks. This is my handkerchief. Take it. Wipe your face. Ah!

The Hummer woven with pink graffiti horns melts in the rain. Blonney stumbles backward. It’s a misjudgement of her own arcane ability—a mistake commonly made by rookie arcanists.

Horropedia: Did you just get a bit woozy from putting up a big scene to the rescue?

Blonney: I didn’t.

Horropedia: Okay … uh-huh … yeah … uh-hum …

Blonney: What are you doing?

Horropedia: I know the rules of social courtesy. You just saved my life, so I won’t embarrass you by telling others you just overestimated your ability.

Horropedia shakes his head, a grin spreading across his face.

Horropedia: If you are willing to take advice from me, I would say don’t overburden yourself.

#reverse 1999 #events #a nightmare at green lake #1.2

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