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SO SCARLET (IT WAS MAROON) - CHAPTER ONE: CLOSURE
“IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME, AND SEEING THE SHAPE OF YOUR NAME STILL SPELLS OUT PAIN.”
☆ pairings: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader
☆ warnings: strong language, angst, alcohol consumption, minors dni
☆ WC: 5.1K+
☆ A/N: this will make a whole lot more sense if you've already read the one shot that this entire series is based upon! and thank you to @fracturedarkness and @munson-blurbs for beta-reading <3
thank you to my love @hellfire--cult for the divider!
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It had taken nearly two hours, and even as the aerial platform is finally lowered from scaling the side of the building, there are still remnants of the graffiti paint scattered across the crumbling brick.
You’d watched the workers scrub at the rusted shades for ages, ignoring the new emails beginning to pile up in your inbox on the screen, only to be left completely dissatisfied. You hadn’t really thought the graffiti was ugly so to speak – it was just there. It was blatant and something that demanded to be seen, a stain on that stretch of wall that made up your desk’s entire viewpoint each and every day. And it wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t pretty.
You’d even been a little excited when you saw the cleaning crew. A little hopeful.
But the hope had been wasted, as it always was, as you watch the crew give up the battle and the paint win the war. Go figure. Another day and another stain that can’t be erased.
“You know, I’ve heard of dreadfully boring people watching paint dry, but never seen someone look so enticed by paint being removed.”
You look up quickly from where your dead stare had zeroed in, a chipping splash of vibrant scarlet that hardly stood out against tired and faded red-turned-pink bricks, to face your coworker.
“Ha-ha,” you deadpan, spinning your office chair so your entire body now faced her, “Have you ever considered a career change, Romina? Maybe you’re better off a comedian rather than an event planner.”
Romina, your coworker, only smiles brightly at the monotone joke. She holds a mug of coffee in her hand as she rests her hip against the edge of your desk, lips pursed as she takes a slow sip from her steaming cup. The sharp, bitter scent of the coffee wafts across the space before she lowers the mug right onto your desk – completely disregarding the coaster available.
Sure to leave behind a stain; a ring of light brown on your pristine desk. You can’t help but cringe.
“Apparently they sent out an email about that new secretive project,” Romina continues on without addressing your sarcasm, “Said whoever’s got the account has been notified.”
“Awesome.”
“I didn’t get an email.”
“I’m sorry?”
Romina sighs, realizing you weren’t going to take the bait. “Have you received an email?”
You shrug in a silent succession of, probably not.
Your pessimism keeps your hand from reaching out and wiggling your mouse as an attempt to wake your desktop computer back up. You highly doubt you were the one to be elected for this new project that had the entire office buzzing. You’d only been working here for a little over a year, hardly earning any attention with the small weddings and local business grand openings you had taken on during that time.
And that was fine.
You were fine flying under the radar for the time being. It’s not that you weren’t good at your job — you were excellent at it, even — but whatever this top secret project was was the farthest thing from your expertise.
You didn’t do secretive projects. You did simple. You did small. The exact opposite of what you’d heard about this elusive opportunity.
“Have you even checked?” Romina presses, leaning down and tapping your space bar herself, making the screen come to life before you could protest, “C’mon, babe! Aren’t you at least a little bit curious?”
Another honest shrug. “Truthfully? Not at all.”
She makes no move to grab her coffee cup as she pushes herself off your desk, standing over the screen now with intent and focus. All you can really think about is that damn faded ring that’s going to be left behind.
You really wish she would have used the coaster.
The login screen stops her in her mission, making her take a step back and wave you forward, pointing excitedly at your keyboard, “You know, I heard it might have something to do with a very popular band. One rumored to be dropping an album soon. Possibly the album release party. Doesn’t that sound dreamy?”
Your stomach drops.
Romina is all wistful sighs and dreamy eyes as she says it, still pushing that keyboard closer to you as she looks out the window you had been before her arrival. It’s clear she’s looking right past that stained wall. She probably doesn’t even notice the evidence of graffiti that was left behind. The marks are lost on her eyes; but she hadn’t spent hours waiting for it to all be cleaned away, to be fair. No, it’s clear the only thing on her mind is this popular band.
And you know which band it is. It’s not just the prospect of a larger project that has kept you out of this rumor mill — it’s the prospect of the client.
Everyone knew you didn’t care for the band. Or at least, you said you didn’t care for the band.
Nearly a year ago, several coworkers had invited you to a sold out show. They had an extra ticket, and had so kindly extended it to you. A flag of friendship billowing in the wind, outstretched to you in such a welcoming manner. And you’d shot them down — you’d lied, and you’d said you had plans before you’d spent the entire night throwing your own personal pity party.
“I don’t think I’d be the first choice for an album release party, Ro,” you murmur as you finally tug your chair in closer to your desk. You ignore the knots forming in your stomach, that heavy weight that presses into your chest. There was no way you’d be assigned the project. You’d simply log in, show Romina, and then maybe she’d leave you alone, “I usually just take on weddings. That’s my forte. Not arranging open bars and booking rooftops for some shitty band.”
Romina scoffs, “Some shitty band? I know you don’t like them, but Corroded Coffin is not just some shitty band.”
Corroded Coffin. The weight makes your ribs creak, makes your lungs ache.
You swear she’ll notice the way you freeze in your typing. The mere mention of them, of him, curls around your body and easily triggers your fight or flight response.
Well, fight or flight or freeze. A new option, a new and drifting cold, has made itself clear as ice keeps your knuckles from continuing to type in your password.
It’s funny. You used to fight for them, then you’d flown as far away from him as your pathetic diner wages could get you. Clearly, only moving across a city you once thought to be so vast wasn’t far enough. You could move across oceans, and something in your gut tells you his ghost would only be a few steps behind.
“You know, I still don’t get your issue with them, by the way. Are you just not big on rock music?” she asks, and you can imagine his offense and correction that it was metal, not just rock, “I get it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. I don’t know. Just seems a little personal, the way you avoid them like the plague.”
It is personal.
Your vendetta is so, so very personal when it comes to Corroded Coffin.
When it comes to Eddie Munson.
His name echoing in your mind finally has your fingertips slamming keys again, suddenly eager to bring up your email and prove Romina wrong. To get her as far from your desk as possible and end this conversation before you can spiral.
“I’ve never been a fan of that type of music,” you lie through your teeth. You had been. You had been their goddamn number one fan once upon a time.
Your work email can’t load fast enough when she continues on, “I’d argue they have at least one song for everyone. You just gotta give them a chance.”
No, the voice in your head screams. I do not need to give them a chance. I gave him a chance, and he blew it.
“I’m sure there is,” you grit out, those knots in your stomach wound so tightly they might just snap, “But not for me.”
Never for me.
They don’t know. No one in your life now knew about your past, about your ex, about the truth between you and Corroded Coffin.
They didn’t know that you’d been their first fan, standing in that stuffy garage at the Emerson’s residency through the scalding Hawkins’ summers. They didn’t know how you’d spent every Tuesday and Thursday night occupying a stool at the Hideout that had all but your name engraved into it. They didn’t know the way you’d packed up your entire life, the way you’d only moved to this cursed concrete jungle to see all of their wildest dreams come true. They were unaware that Corroded Coffin had nearly turned down the tour that triggered their breakout for you. All because their leading rockstar hadn’t wanted to leave you behind.
Funny how life works out.
Romina is unaware of your discomfort as she leans down over your shoulder to peer at the list of new emails you’d received this morning, “Oh, oh! That one! Click that one!”
Her long, blood-red stiletto nail taps at the screen excitedly, pointing out an email from your boss with an eye catching subject line.
Meeting at Noon — New Project Assignment.
“Holy shit!” Ro exclaims, getting ahead of herself before you’ve even clicked on the email. You can’t click on it. You’re petrified. “Oh, holy shit! You definitely got the project! Are you fucking kidding me?”
For a moment, you’re silent, staring at the screen in buzzing shock. It rings in your ears and it blurs the edges of your vision, the weight of the possibility finally causing the first snap within your chest.
No. No, no, no.
You don’t want this project. Not the rumored client, and certainly not the attention that it has attracted from all your peers. No.
“We don’t even know if it’s going to be what everyone says it will be,” you choke out, white knuckling your mouse. Romina can’t see your face — she can’t see the year of practiced indifference crumbling so easily, “It- It probably won’t be Corroded Coffin, Ro. It can’t be. They wouldn’t assign me something so huge. Th-They probably just have another wedding for me. Maybe another bakery opening up in town — I think I heard about one on Third Street-“
Ro’s hands come down on your shoulders, giving what should be a reassuring squeeze, but it only smothers you during your breathless rant.
“Babe,” she emphasizes, “This is a good thing.”
It’s not. It’s really, really not.
But you don’t know if the project is what everyone has been murmuring about. You don’t know for sure that the email has anything to do with it. The contents of what your boss had written to you have little to no specifics; nothing more than a request to come to her office at noon to properly discuss the details of this assignment. So you convince yourself it’ll be fine, that it really is just about that bakery opening up on third street. You convince yourself to shake away any thoughts of chestnut curls and honey brown eyes. You convince yourself to untense your shoulders and smile up at your coworker, faking enough enthusiasm to satiate her until she’s walking away from your desk giddily, taking her coffee cup with her.
Your eyes avert to the expected coffee mark that had formed a perfect ring on your stark white desk.
Stained. What a pesky thing to become.
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“I’m not going out tonight,” you repeat yourself for the millionth time over the line, pinching the phone between your shoulder and ear as you opened your fridge to dig around for whatever leftovers you might be able to salvage into a dinner for the night, “I don’t feel well.”
“But we need to hear about the new project!” Ro’s chirp comes over the line. You can hear the buzzing of a bar in the background. Glasses clinking, strangers chatting. Hell, you could probably pinpoint the song playing lowly if you focused hard enough.
You weren’t focusing on the call, though. It was the last thing you wanted to offer up your dwindling attention to, desperate to get off the line and resume your very exciting night of cold pasta with a side of whatever sitcom was running old episodes on the television.
The phone nearly slips from your half assed attempt to keep it against your cheek as you sigh, “It went fine. I already told you guys it did. Nothing exciting, okay? It was the bakery on Third that’s opening up, just like I thought it would be.”
A lie.
The meeting went anything but fine. Your boss, Lydia, has just been plain secretive. And normally, that wouldn’t bother you, but it meant your worst fears were coming true.
The bakery on third wouldn’t have needed such secrecy, and they sure as Hell wouldn’t have insisted on you signing an NDA prior to even meeting and discussing the event you’d be planning.
“It’s all just precautions,” Lydia had insisted as she slid that damn paperwork over to you, “Just to protect the client. They’re a bigger name than we’re used to dealing with. If you sign, we’ll have a proper meeting with them tomorrow and dig into all the nitty gritty.”
“You phrase it like I have a choice,” you had muttered before picking up the pen.
You knew you didn’t. And Lydia’s smile had confirmed it.
Romina continues on with more convincing, but you’ve stopped listening. There’s not a single thing she could really say now that your mind was made up — you were staying in tonight.
“Ro,” you finally snatch the phone back up into your hand, straightening out as you pick out a random tupperware that you think holds chicken parm from that fancy lunch date you’d gone on over the weekend, “I’m not coming out. I’m sorry.”
Complete silence on her end. You worry for a moment that you had been too harsh.
“Okay,” she finally gives up.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” the word continues to echo back and forth between you two, “That’s fine. I’ll just have to bother you about it tomorrow. At work. Where you can’t use bullshit excuses to escape me.”
You consider snapping back about how you absolutely still could, until you consider the fact that you have a real excuse, “Good luck with that. I have a very real meeting with… with a client.”
You don’t even know the name of the client, technically. You can only guess.
You still hope you’re wrong.
“Right,” she laughs over the line, “See you tomorrow, babe.”
“See you tomorrow,” you repeat back, staring at your now closed fridge before you’re relieved by the sound of a dial tone, signaling that she’s finally hung up.
What you should do now is plate the leftovers, arrange yourself on your sofa, and numb your mind with The Office reruns. What you should do is leave well enough alone and continue in your delusion.
You don’t.
It starts innocently; you do transfer the cold chicken parm onto a plate and you do curl up on your sofa before flicking on the television. You do set the channel to the reruns. You do – and you swear you do it all with the best intentions.
But then your mind wanders.
As you stare straight ahead at the television, you’re not processing a single image that flashes across the screen. Your thoughts are a bit preoccupied with different images, movies and snippets from a point in your life that now feels like a lifetime ago. Conspicuous dimples making an appearance from across the room at a joke you had made, unkempt curls flying recklessly in the driver’s seat beside you on late night drives with the windows down, wild eyes shining like sunlight through a whiskey bottle as he catches your gaze from a stage much smaller than what he must be used to now.
Everything from before. Before the not-fight, before the fame, before the move. Images of when Eddie had been yours and only yours, not yet a precious gem to have to share with the world.
“Are you busy tonight?”
Your locker had been slammed shut by a hand that didn’t belong to you, knuckles adorned with familiar rings and distinct callouses along the fingertips.
“Hello to you, too, Eddie,” you smiled as you clutched one of the unnecessarily heavy textbooks to your chest, turning to face the boy who stood impatiently at your side. He was all jitters, rocking on his heels and nearly incapable of standing still as his body buzzed with excitement.
It rolled off him in waves, contagious as he leaned into you, “Yes, yes. Hello, sweetheart. How was your day?” you opened your mouth to answer him, but Eddie comically steamrolled right on, hands waving erratically, “Good? Good! Excellent! Now, are you busy tonight?”
“I was planning to study for O’Donnel’s test-“
“So you don’t have plans!” he exclaimed, throwing an arm around your shoulders as one of the annoying warning bells chimed. He may have been in an interruptive mood, but he knew you hated being late to class — less about being anal about punctuality, and more about the stares you’d practically burn under from the attention of other students when you’d barge in on the teacher mid-sentence, “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. In that case, I have fantastic news!”
You allowed him to guide you amongst the bustling student bodies, only gaining a few stares from fellow peers, “You do, do you?”
He nodded before he reached out and snatched that heavy textbook out of your arms, “Here, let me carry that for you, darling.”
“Darling?” your nose scrunched, “Oh, no. You’re trying to sweeten me up. What did you do?”
“Nothing!”
Liar. The crack in his voice would have given him away if his hyperactive energy hadn’t already done so.
“Oh, really? Then what’s your fantastic news, rockstar?”
His grin that broke at your nickname for him could have destroyed the Earth you walked on just as easily as it could have mended it. Something groundbreaking, something to churn the dirt and raise the dead. Something made of pure sunshine and static happiness. But the only thing that cracked was your chest as it tried to contain the residual joy it felt for him in that moment.
“Well…” he trailed off, leaving just enough room for a suspenseful pause that could have suffocated the room without that damn grin on his face, “Let’s just say you’re looking at the frontman of the Hideout’s newest Thursday night entertainment.”
You took a moment to catch on, Eddie keeping you pressed closely to his side as the two of you stopped outside of your next class.
“Thursday nights?” you questioned, brain working overtime to piece together what he’d just said, “Wait, I thought you guys only played Tuesda-“
When you had processed what he had meant, all that animated elation that had been consuming him became shared. Every jitter in his bones became your own, your own lips speedily spreading into a proud smile to challenge his own.
“Oh, holy shit,” you gasped, “You guys got the gig.”
One more bounce of his heels, curls quivering with the movement as his arms fell from you and the two of you faced one another.
“We got the gig.”
“You got the gig!”
People had been staring more obviously at the sudden rise in volume from you, but you hadn’t cared. Because in that moment, all you focused on was the eager boy in front of you, and the way your broken chest mended from the same grin that had burst it wide open, only for it to swell with inexplicable pride.
“We got the fuckin’ gig!” he shouted right back, laughter slipping from between his lips that started to echo your own.
You were the one bouncing then, hands instinctively reaching out to press on his shoulders in gentle slapping motions, unable to contain or conventionally express this pounding excitement.
“You got the fuckin’ gig!” you were just parroting each other now, but you were just as delirious as he was as that final bell signaling you were late rang out. That certain embarrassment you were sure to have to face had become a distant memory.
Eddie had wanted this for a while. He’d been bugging the owner of the bar on the edge of town about Corroded Coffin earning a second night of residency for months, only taking the repeated rejections as encouragement to ramp up his convincing charm. You’d seriously doubted it would work, but had never voiced the concern aloud to Eddie. You’d always figured that the worst that could have happened would be another no, fuck off, kid. But the best that could have happened had been this — he would be told yes and secure his band two weekly performances at the Hideout rather than just the single one they played before.
You didn’t know it then, but it was the first step down the path that would lead to inevitable heartbreak.
“I haven’t even told the guys yet,” Eddie admitted once the two of you calmed down to the best of your abilities, “I… Uh, I wanted to tell them after school today. Was wondering if you might, I don’t know, maybe- do you wanna be there when I do?”
And that made sense. Eddie inviting you made sense when you attended every single band practice in Gareth’s garage as religiously as he did. When you knew every word to their whole three original songs even better than him at times.
He wanted you there. You were important to him, to the band, and he wanted you there.
“I- Is that even a question?” you stared at him in disbelief, “Of course I wanna be there, you fuckin’ idiot. I can’t believe you told me before you told them, honestly.”
His demeanor softened, the ghost of his exuberance still stubbornly lingering. But your eyes were on him, glowing with such high regard that it was impossible to not let it creep beneath his skin and trigger a blush across the bridge of his nose. All that love, all that pride. So genuine it could have made him cry.
“Of course I told you first,” he whispered in a finally empty hallway, “You’re always the first person I tell any good news to, sweetheart.”
When had you stopped being the first person he shared his forthcomings with?
Probably the day you had decided to leave him, leave the entire life you two had built together, under the guise of best intentions.
The TV continues to play as you stare at the wall, mind and heart alike locked up with nostalgia. The plate of leftovers has long since been sat down on the coffee table.
You hadn’t let yourself reminisce like this since the very first night you had spent in your apartment. That first night, you’d allowed yourself to wallow. You had sat on this very same sofa, the entire apartment pitch black as you weren’t brave enough to turn on a single light and face yourself, and told yourself that any and all tears or regrets had to be purged that night. A funeral for all that you had lost, a single night to mourn all that you had left behind.
Clearly, one night was never enough to let go of years of memories – of love.
You don’t shut off the TV as you impulsively grab your phone, not thinking the action through before you do the one thing you had forbidden yourself from over the last few years; you’re going to Google search Eddie Munson. You’d created the rule as a make-believe step in the right direction. You told yourself if you didn’t google him, if you didn’t track down his every move after you’d left behind the damage done, then you could move on easier.
From the first headline, you realize that it might have never been about moving on.
FINAL NAIL IN THE COFFIN? HAS EDDIE MUNSON, LEAD SINGER OF CORRODED COFFIN, FINALLY GONE TOO FAR?
EDDIE MUNSON — ARRESTED AGAIN?
HOTEL COMES FORWARD ABOUT DAMAGES DONE BY ROWDY ROCKSTAR EDDIE MUNSON
HOW TO BURY A CAREER: A DETAILED TIMELINE OF CORRODED COFFIN’S EDDIE MUNSON’S DOWNFALL
“EDDIE MUNSON GAVE ME A CONCUSSION” - VICTIMS OF THE ROCKSTAR’S CLUB TANTRUM COME FORWARD.
Each headline sends your head reeling, eyes widening impossibly without even clicking on the stories.
The boy you had known wouldn’t have done half of the things these accusations stated. Violence, trashing hotel rooms, public temper tantrums taken too far — it doesn’t feel as though you’re reading about someone you once knew, someone you once loved. The man in these paparazzi photos is a stranger, completely unrecognizable with his red eyes and middle fingers held high.
A particular photo catches your attention. He’s standing outside what you assume is a club, in handcuffs. His hands are locked behind his back, an officer not far behind and his face bathed in glows of blue and red lights flashing from a car half blocking the camera’s view of him, and he’s grinning with dead eyes squinted to the sky. It almost looks as if he’s midlaugh — as if the entire scene was funny to him.
The one time he’d nearly been caught while pedaling drugs for Reefer Rick back home in Hawkins when you’d still known him, he had nearly burst into tears. Had panicked as he scrambled to shove everything, even just the weed, into every possible hiding place within his van. He hadn’t laughed in the officer’s face; he had been petrified, face transforming to that of a terrified little boy as you had told him to calm down and play it cool.
You should stop scrolling. But you can’t.
Another photo, one that makes your chest echo with another hollow pang. It was clearly taken without him realizing it, the quality atrocious as the camera had attempted to focus in on him through a balcony sliding door of what must be a hotel. But despite the terrible blur, you can clearly pick out the details that were meant to be exposed.
A speckle of white coating the ring of his nostril. Made even more obvious by that midday sun shining in on him.
It was clearly the middle of the afternoon, and Eddie had clearly been caught snorting cocaine.
It’s a bit much. You haven’t even scrolled far enough to catch sight of all the pap photos of him with different women, or the photos of him clearly inebriated at major events that had been meant to celebrate him and the band’s success. You lock your phone, you set it down on the table with the screen facing down. You hardly recognize him.
The reality is you had never googled Eddie for the same reason most won’t look at the corpse of loved one’s at open casket funerals – you wanted to remember him when things had been good. You had wanted to convince yourself that you still knew him, some version of him, and that he hadn’t become a total stranger.
But, really, you’d known the moment you had walked out of that once shared apartment that you had lost the privilege of knowing him. Of loving him. The moment he had stopped telling you that he loved you, you had known something between the two of you had died. Losing Eddie hadn’t been a sudden thing — it had been a long, painful, torturous process. When all that love and all that promise had died, it hadn’t gone down without a fight. He had smothered it, but you had provided the extinguisher. You had pushed him to chase after his dreams, and you should have never been surprised when he did exactly that.
You should have never been surprised that one day, the space you’d claimed residency in in Eddie’s heart would become nothing more than an annoying prick to him. A thorn in his side, sharp and threatening all that he had worked so hard to achieve.
So you’d left. You’d left, told yourself it was for the best, and exited with more love for the memory of a man than the tangible person on the other end of that terribly lonely dial tone – on the rare occasions he did call.
You didn’t know him. It’s a truth you should have long since swallowed, but hadn’t. Not yet. Not in the last two years.
Your appetite is gone as you stand from the couch and grab the leftovers, only pausing on your way to the kitchen to scrape the waste off into the trash can. What a waste. As you put away the plate into the sink, not bothering to wash or even rinse away the crumbs, you immediately grab one of your few wine glasses and set it on the counter. Drinking wasn’t the wisest idea, but your body has begun to move on autopilot. And it seems convinced that feeling the buzz from alcohol would be better than the feeling of nothing at all.
You didn’t know him anymore. And the space you’d still let him occupy in your memories, whether you’d wanted to admit it or not, was now hollow.
You turn your back on the glass, still numb and still reeling as you open the fridge and pull out a half empty bottle of merlot, cork half peeking out the top of the bottle. You can see that stained bottom half, almost half hidden in a weak attempt to preserve the wine inside. Maroon. Deep, deep maroon bleeds up and feathers at the edges of that cork as you pull it out fairly aggressively, carelessly tossing it onto the white countertop and not watching it bounce as you pour yourself a drink.
In your hollow staring off into the distance, you don’t realize you’ve missed the glass in your pouring until the chilled liquid splashes at your knuckles – until it’s too late. You panic, grabbing at paper towels and rinsing off your hand in the same breath, but it’s clear that it’s a useless battle in cleaning up the mess you’ve made.
The damage is already done. As you soak up the wine and swipe away, a pink-tinged blotch is still left behind.
Stained. What a pesky thing to become.
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could u do a riize reaction when their s/o sees a spider and askes (begs) them to kill iy lmaaoo (its fine if u cant tho)
✰Begging them to kill a spider for you✰
✰Special thanks too: Anon, Riize
✰Note: I legit wrote this awhile ago and thought I posted it lmfaoo it's been in my drafts also remember I have a 25 days till Christmas event going on at the moment please leave your requests with the members you'd like to see
✰TW: spiders : joke mention of a spider killing Seunghan : Sohee Lowkey being a dick : mentions of a bad bob (both a spider and Sungchan) :
✰Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers @mxlly143 @cherriruto @bunnie-stay-p1ece
8-18-23
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Wonbin was minding his own business cleanings things, when he heard a scream echo from the living room ignoring it ,as he thought you were just playing a game or watching TV "WONBIN!" you screamed now gaining his attention, speed walking in to the living room, Wonbin saw you somehow perched on the tall bookcase pointing at a small furry spider on the floor "get rid of the demon!" You yelled terrified, Wonbin simply laughing picking the spider up and, taking it outside.
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Sohee saw it first he didn't say anything waiting for your reaction a few minutes later your screams of horror echoes throughout his dorm, startling the other members everyone rushed to see the cause of the noise, seeing you standing in a corner screaming for Sohee to get rid of it, instead Sohee picked it up and threw it at you, your screams got even louder as you ran out the house making Anton check to see if the spider was on you.
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Shotaro was cleaning the dishes when he saw it, in a midst of panic, He called for you thinking your get rid of it, only for you to scream and run forcing him to take care of it, now Shotaro knows not to call for you.
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If anything scared you worse than his haircut in that one live, it was spiders, with equally worse hair than he had, screaming you ran and pulled him to the room the spider was in, practically crying Sungchan giggled as you showed him the spider, letting it outside, before gloating the fact that you came to him for help.
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Equally as scared, y'all legit had to call another member to get rid of the spider, he may have gotten teased for it, but a spider didn't kill him that day, so in his eyes it's a win for him.
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You spotted the spider in the bathroom, quickly rushing to grab your suitcase, you start packing up your stuff mumbling about how the spider now owns the house, an oblivious Eunseok panicked when he seen you packing your stuff, thinking your breaking up with him he starts crying, his tears immediately stop, quickly ridding of the creature, he rushes back to you and unpacks your things while scolding you.
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He gets scared from the sudden screaming coming out of the bathroom "Anton!" Was the only word you could scream, he tried to open the bathroom door but it was locked "Yn! The doors locked I can't get in are you ok?" He asked through the door the only response he got back was "ITS MOVING OH MY GOD ITS MOVING!" you shrieked in horror "what's moving-" he asked his question falling upon deaf ears, after a minute of thinking he remembered where the two of you put the key quickly grabbing it and unlocking the door, he noticed you pressed in a corner on the toilet pure horror written on your face as you pointed a shakey finger to the small spider crawling on the sink, Anton blinked for a moment before giggling "it's a daddy long leg Yn it can't do anything" he laughed "I dont care get rid of it please" you said taking deep breaths quickly he picked the spider up and took it outside
#x reader#riize#riize anton#riize fics#riize fluff#riize imagines#riize wonbin#riize x reader#riize x you#riize x imagine#riize anton x reader#riize wonbin x reader#anton x reader#wonbin x reader#sohee x reader#seunghan x reader#sungchan x reader#eunseok x reader#shotaro x reader
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HALLOWEEN WITH THE MONSTERS!
Including Mothman, Dullahan, Yautja and Khonshu
Edid: Finally a real note. Just a Post of my beloved silly skrunkles. Also for Khonshu's part I used witch reader from the headcanons I wrote for him before because I just felt like it.
Mothman
- He has seen humans celebrate halloween before but didn't quite understand it, always wonderd why humans tried to mimic other monsters.
-Once you properly explain it to him, and talk about free food- he's hooked. His antenna stand straight and he goes to put on a white blanket to go as a ghost Trick or Treating.
-He could already go without a costume but he looks so cute and happy in his little white robe, you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.
-You go around everywhere and he does the most adorable chirb when he says "Trick or Treat", almost everyone gives him extra candy because it's that cute. The sweet old Lady next door gave him a full bucket of candy and his antenna did a cute little wiggle.
-He munches himself into a sugar rush with all the candy he eats. Also he hand feeds you candy. Still in his costume too. By end of it all you got a chonky moth in a ghost costume, happily purring as you rub his belly.
Dullahan
-Come on, Halloween is one of his fav times of the year. He get's to walk around freely, get candy and scare people shitless! He even made you a matching outfit to his.
-You'll both be riding on his steed, scaring unasuming mortals. Sapphire Flames erupting as he let's out a wicked laugh, terrifying anyone he sees.
-Sometimes he'll put his head somewhere for a person to pick up and then igniting his eye sockets, giving the poor someone a heart attack.
-Other than that he'll gallop the streets with you, drawing the attention of other halloween goers, drinking up all the praise he get's for his "costume". Will do tricks like taking his head off in front of everyone. Let's the children even play with with, creating dancing figures with his flames.
-In the rare event he meets another Dullahan, he'll talk for ages with them and do some duo pranks. The horses will just chill with you, judging their riders.
-Like a real Gentleman he comes back with his head filled to the brim with the candy, all for you. He won't answer any questions about how he got it...
Yautja
-It was suprisingly easy to get your mate to celebrate halloween. He's mostly excited to adorn you in the bones of the beasts he hunted.
-He's purring the entire time you put on your costume, the skull of a xenomorph being your mask.
-He himself puts on something, some giant jagged bones. Sharpening his claws and showing off his face. You two will have all the eyes on you.
-If you wanted candy however, you could have simply asked him to get you some, your mate loves to spoil you, but if Trick or Treating is what you want than you shall have it. He can never say no to you.
-With him by your side, you get aalllll candy. After getting the sweets going to horror maze is a MUST. He doesn't get scared but he puffs up with pride whenever you get spooked and cling to him.
-Lowkey he scares the workers there. Some other people there think he works there and fan over him.
-By the end of it all you turned him into a halloween fan, he cannot wait for next year, but before the night ends there is one last thing you two need to do...going on a hunt!
Khonshu
-The God of the Moon wasn't too interested in your mortal holiday. Yet somehow, you managed to convince him to go with you, manifesting him in a corporeal form. So that's why you asked him to teach you the magic to invoke entities...
-But you did go through all the hard work to summom him into the material plane, he can't bring himself to say no to his favorite human. And it has been centuries since he last walked the earth with mortals.
-Okay fine, you did it, you got your oh so great and benevolent god to acompany you during this wicked night. Steve and Marc are beyond impressed with your skill to make Khonshu do anything you want.
-Surprisingly enough though, you didn't have to say anything about Khonshu needing a new look, all his idea. After all, the god has decided that since he'll walk among mortals after so many years, he might as well dress for the occasion.
-Pale bandages and golden crescent moons get replaced with black robes that shine like the stars and are adorned with blood red moons. He looks a little like a Vampire.
-Old Birb Man mantifests some fangs after you said that, threatening to take a sip out of you.
-He even dresses you up himself, whatever costume you had before will be changed to make you look worthy to be a god's consort. All will look upon you with awe. Only the best for his beloved star.
-You walk the streets together, the witch and their terrifying patron drawing the eyes and adoration of everyone.
-Daddy Khonshu decides to go even extra and cause a Blood Moon, with a jack'o-latern face filling the celestial body.
-He puffs up when people compliment him, ah yes, how he missed the worship of mortals. Hand feed him the candy you got and he'll coo about how a perfect human you are, his best accolyte. That's how you find out about Khonshu's massive sweet tooth
-However manifesting Khonshu for so long takes it's toll on you, invoking a deity upon the material plane is quite a lot of work. Khonshu already plans to reward you plenty for not only for letting him walk among the earth again but also feel the joy of halloween.
-The night ends with you getting usherd to bed, face lovingly carresed before Khonshu dematerializes.
-While all gaze upon a grinning blood moon.
#exophilia#monster boyfriend#terato#monsterxhuman#mothman x reader#yautja x reader#khonshu x reader#Dullahan x reader#my writing#gender neutral reader#predator#moon knight x reader#moon kight
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... shamefully deletes what i wrote about this being a SHORT post, have my personal highlights/thoughts from reading the preview of the fnaf movie novelization lmao
- he is an idiot and a nerd. “ooohh mike is so scary” “michael is intimidating he’s terrifying” he is EXHAUSTED and OVERSTIMULATED sitting in a mall, he is building a tent with napkins and a paper cup and immediately knocking it down ( extremely normal about the constant theme of alluding to camping by the way ), he is throwing his burrito wrap in the trash like it’s a basketball and thinking “score” before immediately cringing at himself. that’s not scary that’s a homosexual. he’s so boyfailure
- speaking of homosexual he is so gay in this single chapter i’m not even joking. talks about rarely ever getting dates with girls, not really being capable of chivalry or reciprocating when they did, did not pick up on the ice cream shop employee being into him. and yet the only person he mentions really liking being around is jeremiah ( coworker in the mall scene, also yet another jeremy if you catch my drift- ) and offers to buy them both shakes when he’s fucking Broke… mike schmidt i know what you are
- his food was too spicy i am making fun of him for it ( and if i may speak about lowkey reinforcing my… abysmal diet headcanons lmao )
- in this version he first sees the kid he thinks is in danger surrounded by plants and holding a toy…. you will be seeing me on the news
- confirms mike is 25, which as people are pointing out…. would mean garrett was taken in 1987….. okay
- now i haven’t fully elaborated on this yet bc ngl i have never SETTLED on concrete thoughts ( and a lot of traits indicative of this tend to overlap with his severe ptsd ) but oh my god michael and neurodivergent traits real. staring directly at the way he operates socially, the missed social cues, the overstimulation in the mall. things for me to spin around.
- he is so like… clearly upset about his wasted potential. he so DEEPLY wishes he were able to make something of his life ( also makes me think about how, in game michael’s case at least, it also has to do with just being his own person ), thinking about the different opportunities he could’ve taken ( notable thing to me was mentioning liking building things… ), it’s so obvious how stuck and lost he feels yet instead of emphasizing the tragedies in his life as the cause all he blames is HIMSELF. he’s convinced that HE is the root problem that he should be someone different i’m so glad i got the sheer amount of self hatred and guilt with both mikes correct i’m gonna go eat glass now
- with the fountain scene— there are VERY specific descriptions of the blood itself triggering his memory enough to make mike’s thoughts go dark, the novel emphasizes how much it plays a role in his uninhibited reaction which… makes me think. about what specifically not sure but i have ALREADY been considering just how reliable his memories of the day garrett got taken are and this is reinforcing me highly doubting that they are! especially with the way fnaf tends to establish backstories trauma very well could have fucked with what we see of his memory.
#idk why i'm surprised you give me text to analyze about my blorbo and i go crazy over the smallest things#ESPECIALLY bc michael has had so little material for so long oh my god i'm winning#yes i am Slightly equating the two mikes because they ARE meant to be different versions of one another as different as their experiences#are i use both depictions to provide insight on his character#anyway. i told you he's gay HDSJFGJ#alright i'm gonna spend the majority of my night editing but i am nearing the end of the Big Tasks it'll be a calmer night#i am reaching the end of the torture labyrinth#⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc
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Ok last 'the gang is working at Goddard now' post from discord before I call it a night, assuming tumblr will let me post this one
Kat
only loosely related, but although the Hephaestus doesn't have a CAPCOM (too far away) I wonder if closer low Earth orbit Goddard installations have one and if they, like NASA CAPCOMs, are all former astronauts.
Probably not, I would think, since if you've got 1 person filtering all communication you'd probably want it to be one of Cutter's more… informed people.
now imagining Jordan doing a CAPCOM stint since she's comms
Jordan: What, you say the hull isn't damaged but you were hit by something. Was it round? Perhaps…. melon-shaped?
Klein who's up doing a satellite launch from a station or whatever: I'll kill you
Gill
Klein’s just never gonna live that down huh
Kat
unfortunately he literally didn't
Gill
Rip
Kate
: ) but also :’ (
Also remind me what CAPCOM means because I’m like “the video game company?”
Gill
Concept: the Hephaestus crew doing a shift or two on CAPCOM to unwind after a long day of dismantling Goddard Futuristics from the inside out
Kat
capsule communicator
basically they're the single line of communication between astronauts and the ground, to streamline stuff
and they're usually astronauts because they know what the crew is doing more personally
"In the context of potential crewed missions to Mars, NASA Ames Research Center has conducted field trials of advanced computer-support for astronaut and remote science teams, to test the possibilities for automating CAPCOM."
hm. Maybe Goddard has AI capcoms
Gill
The Sensus series’ predecessor line, perhaps
Kat
Some poor asshole on a low orbit station: We've got an ammonia leak
Automated CAPCOM: Please choose from the following options. Press 1 for a personnel issue. Press 2 for a maintenance issue
Astronaut: We're dying
Kate
Pfff
Kat
someone: we've got some crew hostility in one of the low orbit stations
Minkowski: Put Eiffel on CAPCOM for a few days. Either they'll calm down or they'll unite in being annoyed by him instead. Win win
Kate
Their secret weapon
Gill
Minkowski likes doing CAPCOM to unwind but Lovelace finds it stressful bc she’s way worse about being a backseat driver
Kat
Minkowski: Finally normal simple problems to solve.
It is usually a pretty simple, boring job.
Until something goes wrong
Gill
meanwhile, Lovelace: What do you MEAN you've never had to duct-tape a water reclamation system back together??
Kat
Haha yeah. Former astronaut capcoms have creative solutions
LEO crew who can get new supplies shipped up basically whenever: We could just… trash this broken part and order a replacement
Lovelace: Why when you can mcgyver this solution with only moderate risk to life and limb
Gill
the Hephaestus Mission and the crew themselves gain such a reputation that when the rumors start circulating that Minkowski got her current job by killing Marcus Cutter ("and did you ever meet Marcus Cutter?") half the company is lowkey terrified of her
Kate
“Ohhh look at YOU with your cushy life, you can just order a NEW part. Back in MY day my boss came up there personally with a gun and shot at us”
Kat
Haha
It’s a very different life being right next to earth
easy mode
Gill
LEO crewmember whispering to another one while their commander is on the phone: God, I hope we don't have to go through a teambuilding exercise run by Isabel Lovelace…
Kat
Although I suppose it makes it even easier for cutter to send goons up to harass you
Kate
True…
“Hey, can we have a new part?”
“No, but you can have Victor Riemann! Have fun!”
Gill
Alternatively:
"Uh… we think we need a new part… ma'am."
Minkowski: …okay? Let me get the word out to the supply team.
"You're… not gonna send Warren Kepler and his minions with them like Mr. Cutter used to, are you?"
Minkowski: What? No. Most of them didn't even come back from Wolf 359.
"/sighs and other noises of audible relief, oh thank god!"
Kat
now imagining SI5 showing up for no goddamn reason on a resupply shuttle and the mission commander being like "i didn't order you" and closing the hatch
crewmember: don't those burn up on re-entry
commander: not my problem
Gill
Telling command you need help? Admitting human weakness? That's a Kepler-ing.
Kat
Yeah well does it admit human weakness to have to be let onto the station before you burn up with all the dirty laundry and other garbage when the capsule gets sent back thru the atmosphere
Eiffel hearing about life on LEO stations: I can't believe this. They got new underwear sent up to them
though it's a dangerous game… .Terry Virts had two consecutive underwear shipments explode
thanks space x
Cutter: The Andromeda station's psych evals are too far in the green. Blow up their next three laundry shipments.
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(this ended up being a very long post where I ramble about some lore in my solo world lol)
I added this right after bamboo wood was first added and I went around finding places I could add it to builds. Still lowkey one of my favorite little details in a build like Idk it just looks really nice to me lol
(don't mind the mumbo jumbo video playing in the top corner lol) I also don't think I ever posted the bamboo farm/ancient plant room I added to the underground plant lab a while back. So here's that!
Oh!! And I also don't remember if I ever posted the condemned sculk lab I made either! Actually I might have posted about it, but I don't think I really went into detail and it's been a while anyway lol, so here's that too.
This is really rambly, so- *inhales*
It's connected to a little hallway in the secret nether lab.
The lore is like this person already had a secret lab to study nether plants and whatnot without the villagers knowing. (Like, the nether is public knowledge and avoided due to how dangerous it is, so they wanted to keep the extensive study a secret as to not freak out the villagers)
((the only reason it's "public knowledge" is a meta thing because I already have a very obvious nether portal room and couldn't fit that into the secret lab lore unless it was like Oh yeahh that place? so risky and SO dangerous, and we never go there......unless? 👀 lmao))
While exploring far away they discover sculk deep underground. It's vaguely plant-like, or at least it unsettlingly seems like it's alive, and their Whole Thing is studying plants so they decided to take samples to study.
The sculk must be as ancient as the city, obviously causing the city's decay. And while it was clearly still spreading through the ruins it was doing so VERY slowly. At least, that was the assumption based on how little of the city had been covered in the seemingly hundreds or thousands of years since it must have abandoned.
Foreshadowing is a literay device used to-
Back at home, they decide to add a small room to the existing secret lab. They connect it to a small hallway off the main hallway, rather than building directly off the main hallway, because they were afraid the heat from the nether plant grow rooms might be too much and inhibit the growth of the sculk. Putting a bit of distance between the heat source and the sculk lab might promote better growth and therefore better research!
Foreshadowing is a literary devic-
.....
*ahem*
Anyway, turns out they were very, very wrong. The sculk is MUCH newer than the cities, only overtaking them long after they fell to ruin and, therefore, grows much faster than expected. Maybe even accelerated by the fresher air this high up (this lab is around Y-level 41), and the high heat from the nearby grow rooms.
The lab is quickly overtaken and subsequently sealed off (there are three doors with glass walls between the hall and the room itself). While the assumption is that no one else will ever find any of this secret lab, the sculk seems so dangerous that they had to put a warning on the hall. Should someone ever discover the lab, it wouldn't be right to let them unknowingly walk into the sculk.
(that part was inspired by me watching a video that mentioned scientists having to think about how to label stuff like nuclear waste in such a way to convey the danger of opening it to people potentially FAR in the future when our languages may be long dead or certain icons might have entirely different/unknown meanings and I can't even remember the video now but oh my god that's just so fascinating and terrifying to me, *inhales* ANYWAY back to minecraft)
Tried to use armor trims to make a weird hazmat-esque suit. I feel like it looks a little silly, but I like the concept so I kept it. Also since the compass over the door is always spinning I like to imagine it's some sort of Geiger counter for sculk
Combo of empty chiseled bookshelves and placing normal ones around until I found the spots with neutral/empty texture variations in the texture pack I use to make it feel quickly abandoned.
Then I tried to make the room feel unfinished too. Like maybe they'd just barely gotten it built and created a seemingly safe containment area for the sculk first thing so they could observe it. Sculk starts to spread outside of the containment, they try and fail to stop it from doing so, and they take their notes and seal off the room before it's finished.
I also wanted it to seem like the sculk was degrading the floor, causing it to sink. Maybe sculk just thrives further down so it's naturally growing that direction, maybe it's vaguely sentient and purposefully trying to bury itself deeper, maybe the floor material is just weaker and/or closer to where it broke out of the containment so it's just the most affected. You decide!
They've done there best to not let any of the dangerous research slip to the villagers they live with, as to not worry them when the situation is definitely totally contained. However, one day a path above ground collapses and reveals a small pond with a....strange ecosystem. They aren't sure the villagers will believe it's just algae if they ever see it....
it was entirely unintentional but this pond is actually almost directly above the blue nether plant room, so that's neat! Also this pond was naturally here, and I had decorated it like this (minus the sculk) and added a broken path long before building the nether lab or before sculk was in the game. Then much later I had the idea for a condemned sculk lab and thought oh hey! New pond lore!
The original weird pond lore was that every time I harvested potatoes I'd throw the poisonous ones in there, so eventually the water just Did Things. And I still like that idea because it's silly so maybe it's just a mix of both now lol
Anyway that's enough rambling about my solo minecraft lore because I've been rotating it in my head for months and just needed someone else to know. If you read this long I hope you enjoyed it and also thanks lol
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Winx S4 Rewatch Rambles Continued
Is what it says so let's get into it
First part of this post:
The MLM version of this frame from last time
I'm joking, I don't ship Nabu and Riven but I found this funny so why not?
Oh Sybylla is so pretty... Now that I think about all the major fairies are. Hmm... anyway I specifically really her hair and wings, her dress also ain't half bad either. Shame she don't do much.
Okay where the fuck has this tower been hiding? Cause Tir Nan Og has a mechanism to hide itself but to my knowledge this does not so... Did the wizards hide it in space after sealing Aurora away, or did it not exist and Aurora just created it after being freed? If it's the former then wouldn't people have seen it? and if it's the latter Aurora is pretty protective of a hunk of Ice she can make seemingly easily,
All that said it is a gorgeous location lowkey surprised Icy hasn't attempted to steal it and have a frosty joyride through the universe, wouldn't that be something?
Roxy having an incredibly cool spell that almost puts the Winx's to shame. Good lord Roxy you got robbed...
Ah Aurora, I... have mixed feelings on you. Her wings are cool and I like the hood but girl your outfit needs to be a little bit more... more. You are the Fairy of the North put on an actual coat for god sake. Or like a parka dress, i don't know just something but no. She has the same problems as Lovix, furs a nice touch but shows way too much skin for me to take her seriously. Still like her though.
Now Nebula, I've warmed up to her over the years, Her wings are nice albeit a bit samey with the other earth fairies, then again she is their general so I guess that makes sense. I like her hair and her outfit is just the right color for me to like, that said I feel like a general would wear actual armor when fighting, but she looks good anyway.
Bloom using Ice magic? Icy feels a disturbance in the force.
This look Morganna gives Roxy just feels like a parent being mildy dissapointed in their kid for getting into trouble, which tbf is inda what's happening.
Bloom just straight up grabbing Nebula and throwing her? Actually yes please, flying gives more advantages then height so have the Winx use that more please.
Ah the black gift of salt to rub in Aisha's wounds. I hate this thing and if you know the show then you know why.
Enjoy him while you can girl cause you are going to get fucking robbed soon...
Kiko being able to actively control his ears is creepy enough but them being freakishly strong is fucking terrifying. Enngh...
I just thought this was cute. I want more soft Nebula please.
Okay Morganna says their wings grew back, which one I'm surprised Nick kept that in, and two how long we talking about here, years? months maybe, cause I'm a little bit interested in the actual science of fairy wings now, which they never explain despite fairies being the main characters. Hmm...
Oh Morganna is just so pretty. I don't what it is about her but I just love her, I wish she got more time to shine, and I wish she wasn't relegated to background character later on. She deserves the world.
That said, Queen sorry but I'm about to slander you
Just the face. I think you get it.
And Ogron and the wizards betray everyone what a surprise, and he gets yellow straps for one shot and one shot only. Uh.. he actually makes it work i think but he looks better normally
Oh the dreaded moment has arrived. Goodbye Nabu, you and Aisha deserved so much better.
Rest in peace King.
On a lighter note, Morganna continues to have the best faces
But seriously this scene just slays so well. Aisha turning on the Winx and becoming what they were fighting just a few episodes prior is just... it's such a strong move with actual impact, cause she's doing it willingly not out of mind control like Dark Bloom. Also the detail of the rain, rain is kinda commonly used for sad scenes but here it actually makes sense.
Aisha is the fairy of fluids, and has control over water, in an attempt to keep her promise to Nabu, to not cry she has stopped, but perhaps subconciously she uses her powers to cry, she makes the sky cry for her. Aisha I am so sorry.
Color me surprised Stella grabs someone and throws them too. Smart girl!
Aisha actually fighting the Winx, hurts my soul cause these are the girls who helped her free the pixies without knowing her, who refused to leave her behind in her worst fear, who stuck with her when she was blinded and fought for her homeworld like it was their own one nearly losing her life in the process who Aisha thought did and cried for her.
In her rage she is blind to all of that, cause she is so desperate to not lose someone else that she almost loses what she still has. You can either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain
Ah the Morganna is Roxy's mother reveal, the timeline is nonsense but I will enjoy this anyway cause it's so cute!
Queen actually get's to do something thank the dragon! Oh and how her dress flows around her when flying is so pretty!
The fact that Tecna has no comment about being back in Omega upsets me. At least have her look uncomfortable considering she was stuck here all alone for at least a week like seriously give us something!
Wait Nebula was the fairy of peace? That's her thing!? This may be a nick thing but oh my god! To think what the Wizards did to her drove her to be so bloodthirsty is so tragic! That's like if Aurora started using Fire or if Diana destroyed nature, Nebula's trauma is so much severe then I thought good lord.
Ah and they made up. That's nice, though Nebula's hands going through Morganna's wings is a bit weird but shh! Enjoy it. Wonder is someone's written them together, Hmm...
Well this is gonna need a third installment to finish this off since I had so many, that will be out in a bit, see you then!
#winx club#winx club s4#winx club rewatch#winx bloom#winx stella#winx flora#winx musa#winx tecna#winx aisha#winx roxy#winx morganna#winx aurora#winx nebula#winx ogron#winx gantlos#winx anagan#winx duman#winx nabu
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The gremlin is back with new notes, I hope you don't mind. I'll put a read-more mark in case someone wants to skip them.
Santa Maria we're like 1 minute in and it's already going places
Pete didn't strike me as a tattoo person but it makes sense
I mean I know my man is getting slapped and all but that shirt is fire
"Who's a good boy?" sounded equally terrifying and awfully cute (9 minutes in and I'm already bananas)
TANKHUN YES HELLO OMG YOUR OUTFIT IS LIT LIKE ALWAYS
Tankhun has the best reactions, kicking Kinn with legs included
Porsche is the definition of "this all could've been done without a gun and yes, this all could've been an email"
JESUS that wrench is huge
what if the car accident was caused by Time? In one of the first episode Time mentioned Tay's dad covered up his car accident like nothing ever happened because it was his area. Just a thought.
omg Porchay and his Snoopy hoodie so cute I'll die
as someone who has terrible relationship with my siblings, I'd die for their bromance. Porsche and Porchay might get on some people's nerves in the fandom, but like... They literally only have each other. Of course they'd be super gentle and overprotective.
God that blow-dryer is loud
omg these two babies. Tay and Time are serving looks
OH MY GOD SHE IS SO PRETTY SHE IS INDEED SERVING LOOKS
Love how Tay is manspreading while Time is trying to occupy as little space as possible
Vegas is really reading Childhood's End, a story about literal aliens invading Earth while he has Pete locked up???
No, he isn't. Idk whether I should say God bless or not
I wish Vegas' father a happy burn in hell
Tankhun is such a fashion icon and no I will never stop saying it
I want Tankhun to be kindergarten teacher to my kids so he can teach them basic life rules such as be relaxed and kill everyone who is suspicious immediately and all that while looking so damn fabulous
Sir, uh, that is, um, really creative excuse to kiss someone...
Pete is so good at asking the right questions at the right time
"Have you ever loved me?" no, that's why he Superman-ed those kidnappers and proceeded to enter the warehouse guns blazing... (I getchu tho, Chay...)
Vegas, it's not as bad as before because prior to this you got free Pete therapy session
"If you hate me, you'll have energy to kill me later." or as I call it, positive thinking
Turbulence... noted.
Nope, I don't think my car accident theory was correct. Rest in peace theory, you did your best.
I started to respond to this bullet by bullet but half the bullets were just variations of “AKDHDJNSJSKAJSH SO TRUE” so here is a shortened version lol
THE WHO’S A GOOD BOY LINE REWROTE MY FUCKING DNA ISTG if I ever decide to proceed with my villain era I will be taking Vegas as my manipulate manslaughter malewhore inspo
“This could’ve been an email” LESTAT I WHEEZED
That wrench scared me more than the electric chair (taint edition) from ep 10, like for why is it so ENORMOUS
I live for sibling bonds too ugh. Oldest of 5 here so Porsche’s older sibling struggles resonate deeply. (Also that one post about how Kinn is a middle son but an eldest daughter…math was found dead from the accuracy)
The second I saw the Childhood’s End cover I had to pause and Google lol I’m obsessed with analyzing characters’ reading choices (the Kardashian Konfidential book led to a headcanon that Kinn started watching KUWTK with Tankhun just to feel something and now he’s lowkey a celebrity gossip encyclopedia)
Tankhun kindergarten teacher…WHO’S GONNA WRITE HIM STARTING A MAFIA DAYCARE FOR THE NEXT GENERATION OF THEERAPANYAKUL TOTS
No bc my first thought when Vegas did the pill kiss was “holy shit he’s ballin I could’ve been having my gf give me Tylenol kisses this whole time???” Like absolute legend behavior imo
Kinn walking like that had me thinking Something Else and I was like “surely…surely they wouldn’t have…..not-not on a-a helicopter” so glad we got confirmation of a sky bj to bring my brain back online (sort of)
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Okay Rem, call me ridiculous but if I see someone in this community post about astrology and all that shit immediately makes me not take them seriously (I don't mean blogs that just do it for fun and say oh I think this is cute or fun) but the blogs that repost things like "your astrology reading for this week/year," ummmm I thought we were the ones who controlled our reality like you keep telling your anons/reposting not the planets and stars?????? It just makes me not want to take them seriously, I just saw some girl on Twitter who is into law of assumption do that(it was something about things that will be happening in February) and I'm like "unfollow..." And when I say take them seriously, it doesn't make me think anything bad about law of assumption but just not want to take what they say seriously.
Anyway this isn't hate towards you at all but just I find it ridiculous if you're(NOT YOU REM/any other blogs that I know very much doesn't do this🙃) into the law of assumption and you post things about astrology/other things that don't align with what you preach about everyday such as "you're the only one in control," "you're the god of your reality."
NO I TOTALLY AGREE! kinda in the same vein, loatwt does this thing that is lowkey terrifying. you follow someone and then all their tweets are them commenting on tarot reader’s tweets being like “intuitively, is my sp gonna text me soon?” AND THESE PEOPLE ARE COACHES/GIVING ADVICE! STAND UPPP like what are you DOING?? i also had people on there offering paid coaching while simultaneously sliding in my dms and asking for advice. it genuinely blows my mind
there is kinda a revolution happening on twitter rn and i’m sooo glad to have found my people on there who actually read neville and know what they’re talking about. so things are getting better! one day at a time 🤞🏻
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Rio Kamishiro for the ask meme
First impression:
Oh boy
So I'm jaded because I've done my fair share of internet traveling and female characters haven't been treated the best in fandom's past in my experience
And I had no clue what to expect from Rio at first, I just knew she was beloved and she was Ryouga's sister, I saw her in a handful of fanart and OC/Canon art but that was all
Impression now:
God I love that she's lowkey a girlfail instead of a girlboss, like she's tough and crushes an entire school's worth of clubs, but is absolutely terrified of cats, a legend
like Duel Links shows her off in such a fun way where she's just acting all collected and "I'm just here for my brother :)" but she is OFF the hinges when she talks with everyone gjdsakl
Favorite moment:
She has so few and yet it's so hard to choose one!!
Her introduction will go down as one of the best in all of YGO, she wakes up to her brother losing a duel and ROASTS him
Idea for a story:
The most I've written for her so far is a mini HolyIce prompt for the chocobox challenge but I'd love to try more!
Rio is a very interesting character for post canon potential and her exploring her own agency always comes to mind
Canon just having her agree with every word out of Ryouga's mouth out of nowhere was always... off to me, so the big I've thought about and written for her outside of fic has been focusing on her finding herself no matter how messy it gets
Unpopular opinion:
I don't really know if many of us disagree on Rio opinions gjdasklj
I guess I'm not huge on IVRio? If that's an opinion to be had? It's just one that I don't really think about rather than actively have any hatred towards, I know a ton of stans for it and love how passionate they are for them, they're doing the lords work putting those pieces together and writing their asses off
I do wish her and Thomas actually HAD a conversation in canon and not just in Duel Links, imaging putting a girl in the hospital and then only have to potentially be confronted by her off screen
Favorite relationship:
I LOVE RIO AND DURBE AH
I LOVE THEM!!!! I WISH THEY GOT MORE TIME!!!!!!
I love that Rio gets to have her two little families of Yuma and Co. AND the Barians
Selling my soul for her and Kaito to have another conversation, her making him unsettled in Duel Links by calling him out for hiding Ryouga is SO funny
There's one OC/Canon Rio pair too that I love everytime I see it come up eye emojis
Favorite headcanon:
I don't really have many omfg
I guess that she has struggles with her own identity the same way Ryouga does, but she internalizes it more where as Ryouga would be more outward with that
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THOUGHTS part 1: episodes 1 and 2, major warning for yelling, cursing, long post, and spoilers (duh)
now I’m gonna post three of these, this one being the first, basically these are little notes I wrote MOSTLY during my second watch of the episodes (for episode 6 it’s a different story) but these are just my little reactions to things, in my last thoughts post I’ll put my thoughts on the overall series as a whole! What I thought of it and all, however these are mostly small notes, reactions, and.. well… thoughts!! Anyways!!! Let’s go!!
I’ll post the other two sometime later today!
Episode 1🧳
The intro is so fucking cute oh my god-
HUH!! It’s June 20th..? Interesting-
Duck and Reds bickering- I’m sorry I-
“But today is nothing day” and how red is just wanting to do nothing is so fucking relatable I love him
DUCK BANGING THE HAMMER- THAT WAS SO- HEHE IM SORRY AS SOMEONE WHO BANGS THINGS WHEN THEY STIM IM MAKING THIS A HEADCANNON-
DUCK DONT INVENT MORE CRYPTO CURRENCY YOU FUCKING DUMBASS
“He’s not that big >:(“ Duck I love you so much
“Yeah that’s….. good”
Wait……red performing brain surgery
oh also duck has… brown… hair- REGARDLESS THEY LOOK STYLISH~ SLAY!
“So it looks nice?” “It looks dumb.”
DUCK PLEASE DONT DO SHIT RELATED TO THE ARMY MY GOD YOU ARE SMARTER THAN THIS YOU IDIOT
I love that the suitcase telling of the wonders of jobs just lowkey leaves- in my eyes I see it as you browsing through careers- it’s all fun and games until you actually get one-
“ATTENTION FREAKS”
Then!!! Then!!!! I love that duck was so fuckin insistent on getting a job that- when they finally get one THEY are the one that end up being like “this shit sucks let’s go”
THEN!! Yellow is so painfully cute in this show I can’t- he is trying so hard at work I’m so proud of my son in law-
Red guy getting all forced into his boss/manager role by the fax machine was just-
ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS YELL/SCREAM?!?!!!! THAT WAS FUCKING SCARY- OH MY GOD- HAHAHAHA
OK SERIOUSLY I love how just lost Duck is- then they see their friends getting all into their jobs- like Duck is all trying to talk to yellow and the kids just “not now I’m at work” and red does the same fucking thing
“The thing I made :((“
I just LOVE that Duck keeps on fucking up shit- look at my pathetic bird man-
DUCK FUCKING DROPS HER ON THE FLOOR OH MY GOD SHSGSGGAHAHSHDHBDT
WHEN DUCK GOT FIRED THOUGH I WAS-
Also can I just say I love how big of an asshole duck is- I love that for them- they just keep talking shit unless it’s about themself I fucking missed this little bastard
I just realized I have a type with birds- Revali and Duck- THE asshole birds- god why am I like this help
Ok everyone is so goddamn relatable-
The duck stress sequence was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen it made me more happy than it should’ve- GOD-
Also I loved it when Duck just fucking knocked over the the thingy which would tell the machine their emotions sorry I cannot remember words or names- AHEM BUT THAT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS “you seem stressed”
Also duck handling stress is just 🥺💕
I FUCKING LOVE THIS SHOW SO FAR AND ITS JUST THE FIRST EPISODE-
Also the care hound was- terrifying- hasnt Duck been through enough-
“Shouldn’t I whisper into.. it’s.. ear..?” JSSGGSSGGSHSHDHHD DUCK-
What do y’all mean reds the most relatable character ducks right there
Anywho- DUCK JUST COMES OUT FULLY COVERED IN SLOBBER I-
Look at my love, all engaging in conversation-
“Guilty!~”
I love how just thrown OFF Duck is by old man red and doi
Also seeing them older was wild btw- also old man yellow is a sight I never want to see again btw- thank you
DUCK IS FUCKING SICK OF THIS SHIT 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO
DUCK FIUCKING CAUSES YELLOWS HAND TO JUST GET SLICED INTO BITS AND EVERYONE IS JUST HAPPY CUZ ITS AN ACCIDENT AND I- AND DUCKS JUST PANICKING I JUST-
Also duck being the one to help them out of the situation they sorta got everyone into was fun- also duck was going to tend to yellows wounds can we just think about that for a sec- *sniffle* THEY DO CARE
THEY ARE A LITTLE FUCKED UP FAMILY
ALSO I LOVE THAT THIS SHOW HAS FUCKING FORESHADOWING- LIKE EARLIER IN THE EPISODE THE- JSHSHSHDHDHDH
“My child :((“
ALSO WE SEE THEM ACTIVELY BE TERRIFIED OF WHAT HAPPENED DURING A LESSON CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THAT???!!????? They are genuinely scared- man-
DUCK GETTING THEIR EYE STABBED BY A COIN- SHGSGSHSHDHDHD I HATED LAUGHING BUT THEIR SCREAM THOUGH- HASHHSHSHSHS
also…. More duck eye trauma… (adding it to the list)
THAT WAS AMAZING BTW I AM EAGER TO WATCH MORE
Episode 2⚰️
“I’m a talking crow like thing!” DUCK- YOURE A FUCKING DUCK- also I wonder if this is referencing the time the fandom thought Duck was a crow.. like when they used the name Crowe for them- EITHER WAY- DUCK. W. WHAT
“Welp, im dead”
ALSO THERE WAS A NEW BIT TO THE INTRO IS THAT… is that gonna be a thing now? If so I LOVE IT-
Also ducks little HA! Made me very happy for some reason I love them so fucking much
“What about.. is, what does it say about me? am I dead?” “Nope! Just meeee~” “what? Why do you get to be- there must be a mistake-“ “somebody’s jealoussss~” “Pfft jealous I-“ “jealous of me being dead~” this is something straight out of a fluffybird fanfic I swear to god I love hearing them bicker-
Red wanting to be the one who is dead is everything to me oh my god-
Wait how the hell does death actually work in this universe then?
“You laid an egg! Quick, make a wish!” Yellow… honey.. please-
Red is so sad not to be dead- I loved the scene where he just rushed to his ID card and got fucking pissed off when he discovered he wouldn’t die for a long time-
Also the coffin guy is neat!
Ok seriously I love how easily pissed off red is in this series god I missed him
THE BIG DAY SONG WAS DUCKS FUNERAL SONG?!?!????? HELLO?!??????!???? JSGSHSHSHDHDHNDJD-
Red guys mouth is something I never want to see again thank you-
DUCKS TIES-
YELLOW AND RED BAKING- OH AND THEM MESSING UP THE LYRICS!!!!
Lol Red just taking the cheffs hat off Yellow was funny to me- they look so fancy at the funeral though!
“Hey guyssss~”
“I had my insides removed! :D”
OK SO…. IS DUCKS NAME NOT DAVID? Well regardless that was silly :) (I’m actually really considering using David for them now though hshshs)
“What? I’m not the best friend?” “Yes you are!” “I’m your best friend?!” “Yeah! We’re close!” (+their little head tilt 🥺) “I don’t really even know you I.. know which one you are” “look I’m leaving you all my stuff” “yeah but I don’t want it that’s just our stuff- I mean that’s just our plates—“ “and my diary!” “There’s nothing in it!” “It’s new! i just got it!” “I could do the lovely remark..” “I don’t want you! I want my best friend!!” “I’m not your best friend!” ….I’m sorry I love this whole scene so much even though it hurts
Yellow Gribbleston banging out the tunes (seriously though HOW-)
DUCK AND RED HAVE OLD COUPLE ENERGY I FUCKING LOVE THEM IN THIS SERIES IM SORRY-
“But- [they] didn’t do any of that-“ HSGSGSHSHHSH
The house genuinely felt so lonely without Duck- also loving all the duck pictures- THEN THERE WAS A SLIGHT ECHO TOO LMFAO
“We didn’t really like [them] anyway” FUCK YOU
Also apparently Duck bit yellow I do not know how to.. feel about this info uhm- Duck is a rabid fucking animal sometimes confirmed-
I fuckibg screamed when I saw lamp btw, he gone sober- oh also I’ve always had the headcannon that outside of June 19th Lamp and yellow would become buddies and man I was not expecting this episode to confirm THAT MY GOD-
yellow being mad is something I’m so happy to see again, YES MY SON IN LAW THROW OUT THE NEW BEST FRIENDS- HE GETS IT
STOP MOTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“UGH claymation >:(((“ YELLOW PLEAS-
YELLOW GETTING PISSED OFF IN THE INTRO WAS MY FAVORITE THING EVER
“NO NOT THAT THING!!!”
Wait Tony was buried in the ground too!! Look closely when they move back to what Duck is up to, he’s in the ground too- what does. What does this mean
OH I also took a closer look and it appears there’s another duck… corpse..? A yellowish hand next to it, OH AND DUCKS CANNNNNN
God it would suck for someone with claustrophobia to be in ducks situation…….. I’m. I’m talking about me in the third person again arent i.
I DIDNT NOTICE THE DEAD RAT AT FIRST WHAT- RATTY..?
DUCK CONSTANTLY PRESSING THE BUZZER I CANT
I MISSED THEM
DUCK MAKES MUSIC- ok can we get a release of that tune it was actually nice I want to hear more-
Is the little blob guy voiced by becky?! :DDD
I LOVE HOW MAD YELLOW IS ABOUT THIS-
the CLAYMATION THOUGH OH MY GOD-
“STOP IT!”
“You’re supposed to say the floor is too loud or the window is disrespecting you!” :(
I wanted to give yellow such a big hug
WAIT I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING SAD- so Duck wants RED not yellow to make the speech, because he is their best friend. Then, later, we see Yellow being the one who’s sad about everything whilst red Guy hardly cares… :((
THE MAGGOTS- THE HSGSGS- DUCK-
ALSO I LOVE THAT THE COFFIN IS ALREADY SO FED UP WITH THEIR SHIT-
duck claws duck claws dUCK CLAWS DUCK CLAWS- my silly headcannon I thought would NEVER become canonn!!!! bgsgshahhshsAHAHGAHAGGSGAGAAHAHHAHHSHSHDH
Ignoring the other thing ok
The memories song. Just. Beautiful ok?
I have way too many thoughts to unpack about that song I-
Ducks grave getting dug up by yellow was :(( also yellow fucking kilt the coffin my god-
Red guy lowkey TURNING THE NEW GUY INTO DUCK WAS- HSGGSHS- i was so thrown off at first-
When I saw Duck approaching the… other duck I was convinced they’d murder them then-
THE INTRO WITH THE TWO DUCKS- I really liked that intro!! It was actually kinda cute and-
DUCK FUCKING KILLS DUCK- AHHAHAHAHAHHSHGSGDDHDHD-
HSGSGSGGSHDHDHHD I LOVE THIS ONE A LOT I HAD SO MANY HEADCANNONS GET PROVEN SLIGHTLY PLUS!!! Hehhe my main duck theory still workssss~ ANYWHO LOVED THIS ONE
OH ALSO I JUST REALIZED DUCKS SONG IS IN THE CREDITS IM IN LOVE-
#dhmis#don’t hug me i’m scared#dont hug me im scared#dhmis spoilers#long post#tw cussing#tw caps#duck rambles#<THATS LITERALLY ALL THIS IS
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thinking abt girl dad briss. esp having the baby in college like maybe when he first found out he was absolutely terrified of what his dad would think and also because it's a literal child but the second that baby is out oh my god that little girl would have him wrapped around her finger. he's constantly wanting to coddle her and spoil her, he posts her non stop and she's such a daddies girl, her first word is "dada" and he literally starts crying as soon as she says it. that little girl would be the most important thing in his life
YES
I feel lowkey that— that little girl would be the best thing that had ever happened to briss. it would help him grow up, work through his daddy issues (you can’t deny me on that one), & help him become the best version of himself.
that baby girl was an angel sent human being, and briss makes it his mission to let that little baby have the BEST life possible. “daddy’s lil angel”
he never wanted to be the guy who had a kid in college, but when he saw her face; she knew that you & that baby girl were sent at the right time for him. he could imagine life any other way. baby would have all of the custom bows, jerseys, jewelry…. you name it. spoiled af in the best way. she is the pride and joy of briss’ life.
the umich boys would be so happy that briss finally settled down and not only met the woman of his dreams, but the little baby who stole his heart. she is the sweetheart of the umich team until he signs to vegas. growing up with the best uncles in the league later on in life as well.
(this is just a little peek into my thoughts on this)
#abbster answers#thank you anon <33#abbster’s anons !!#concept day :)#girl dad!briss au#girl dad briss anon :)
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I’m lowkey scared but also excited & a bit Sad. I don’t want this to end, so I’m milking this second to last episode for all it’s worth! I GASPED SO MANY TIMES THIS EPISODE I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE FUNNY!!!!
The Number of the Beast is 666
* OHHH, The DRAGON!
* OH FUCK IS THAT MOLLY???
* BEDELIA?? OMG I DIDNT KNOW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN!
* “What’s he going to take from you [Bedelia]?” Your leg.
* “He’s in no position to eat me now.” She’s so insane.
* God, William you are so dumb & in love & smart but also dumb & in love.
* AT LAST! A STAB OF HUNGER!!!
* BUT DO YOU ACHE FOR HIM?😭😭😭😭
* And who is the lamb WILLIAM? HANNIBAL BASTARD LECTER
* Lamb to Lion Magical Girl Transformation
* Jack likes being God, Hanni.
* SO YOUR EX BOYFRIEND IS THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB, HANNIBAL?
* NOW WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, FRANCIS??
* FREDICK, THE RETURN OF MY FAVORITE ASSHOLE!!!!
* Oh, he’s MAD MAD!
* & Hanni is just standing there, LOVING IT!
* “But this was quantifiably bitchy!” EXACTLY, FREDICK! GET HIS ASS!
* Fredick is so mad, I love it. There’s so much truth to him!
* & again, Hanni is just there, Having His Fun! This is pure entertainment to him! Cat & mouse, forever they go!
* Hannibal is gonna be someone’s bitch? Fuck no babeyyyy
* OHHHH FREDDIE & HER SHITTY BLOWOUT!
* I loooooove this translation decision!
* Oh no, not the evil shoulder touch!!
* Francis is back in his leather straightjacket, what FUN!
* OH NO NO NO FREDICKKKKKKK
* LMAO HE PUT A PAD ON HIS EYES
* Need some chapstick, love?
* I loooooove the Dragon’s voice so MUCH! Terrifying & everywhere! Clearly in opposition to Hannibal, who is whispers and influences!
* OH HE IS STUCK YUCKYYYYYYYYYYYY
* “Believe me?” BITCH, YOU KNOW THE LINE OF WORK YOU’RE IN! AT LEAST ADMIT TO A HINT OF CURIOSITY!
* All Fredrick does is LIE! (Notice how I spelled his name correctly this time? Wow, what a first!)
* OH FREDICK OMG HE IS TERRIFIED WOWWWWWW I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THE DAY
* “And does God help you?” “No.”
* REBA COCKBLOCKED HIM OH MY GOD DONT YOU DARE PUT HER LIFE ON THE LINE, DRAGON!!!
* SHE BROUGHT SOUP😭
* GOD I LOVE REBA SO MUCH!! I love her love!
* He’s an artist, Fredick!
* “A SLUG IN THE SUN!” WOWWWWW
* Oh my god. I LOVE YOU, RICHARD!
* Oh, here comes Dr. Chilton into Francis’ little home movie!
* OH NO DONT PUT THE MASK BACK ON! DONT TAKE THE TEETH OUT, NO WHAT THE FUCK???? YOU TOOK HIS LIPS??
* WHAT IS WITH THE PIANO?? OH MY GOD NO WAIT HE’S GONNA GIVE HIM THE LIPS!! He’s gonna have a snackkkkk
* “Where’s the other one?” MONCH!!!! STRAIGHT TO CAMERA MONCHHHH
* Oh, he’s in a great mood, I kinda love it.
* “That would’ve been you lip is was tasting. Again.” YUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD!
* “You publicly discredited Dr. Chilton.” No offense, Alana, but everyone else had probably been wanting to do that for ages, Hannibal just finally beat you all to it!
* “From my own lips,” OH NO HE DID NOTTT NO STOP TURN IT OFFFFFFFFFF
* “We’re not pilgrims, we’re pets!” OH I LIKE THAT!
* There’s no wondering with Will Graham.
* There is, however, always curiosity!
* oh FUCK NOT THE PARTICIPATION CALLBACK TO THE FIRST FUCKING EPISODE OF THE SEASON!
* William is his agency? Hmmm, I’ll bite
* OH MY GOD AN ACTUAL FREDDIE LOUNDS MURDER FOR FREDRICK!!!
* WOAH THIS IS SOME CURLY HAIR WILLIAM RIGHT THERE
* Look, we all know medically, he’s Very Dead. But the idea of having him still be alive post-fall will never not be funny to me.
* OH MY FUCKING GOD NO YOU KIDNAPPED REBAAAAAAA
* What are we doing back at the house? WHY HAVE YOU KIDNAPPED HER?
* STOP TELLING HER TO SHUT UP!
* UUGHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS BUT HATE THIS I JUST WANT REBA TO BE WELL BUT THAT WONT HAPPEN
I promise, Reba is going to be okay.. well, physically. She is going to live, she'll just need some therapy.
What I love about Fredick in this episode is I piss myself laughing whenever I watch that scene of him and Will discrediting Dolarhyde and Raul's face-acting when Francis is crawling towards him makes me cackle, because I've got a warped sense of humour. But right at the end, despite Fredick being, well, a dick, I do kind of feel bad for him. But the fact he didn't realize he was being used is a testament to just how stupid our boy Fredick is. Side-note, that was REALLY cool makeup!
Adaptation-wise it was a really cool twist because in the book it's Freddy Lounds but because that character's been genderswapped in this show and Bryan didn't want to put his Freddie in that kind of situation, which does have sexual undertones (remember Bryan had a very strict "no rape storylines" policy which is greatly appreciated), he was like "...well let's use our other Fred!"
The fucking *lip slurp* is just comedy gold! "That could've been your lip I was tasting... again" ooohhhh where's Bella when you need her??
But yes... now we come to the ending... *le sigh*
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bestie i just saw post somewhere on here that said kirby dach is into knife play omg 🥴🥴 i’m lowkey swooning (of course we don’t know it’s true but a girl can hope)
this just made me laugh so hard because i was thinking about it and then i started thinking about briss and oh god please nobody ever give that boy a knife that’s be terrifying
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I’m gonna be honest watching everything with @/emmettworld go down is just kinda sad and also makes me. Conflicted?
Idk proship vs anti shit below cut im just . I probably shouldnt be writing anything rn bc my brain isn’t functioning for. Some fucking reason but whatever i do what i want
Like I don’t define myself as proship bc I think the whole pro vs anti thing is like. Ugh I can’t find the words. Idk it’s like.
Like I don’t want to call myself proship because. I have so many friends who will tear me apart for that and itll ruin our relationships and I love them and also I hate like. Having to attribute myself to a “side” but like. I’m completely fine with everything fictional. Yes. I don’t care, as long as it’s properly tagged, warned, etc.
Also I ship stuff like selfcest and clonecest so. Idk I don’t think antis do that.
And anti culture reeks of ew ew ew this (fiction) is gross! It shouldn’t exist AT ALL! And proship culture reeks of oh my god these stupid baby minors this is FICTION. DUH. Youre all beneath me
Anyway I know theres at least one moot i i can think of who has proship dni in their intro and like... if ur reading this. hi. I dont call myself proship but i certainly have some of the beliefs which is why i interact but if you’re uncomfortable u can totally block me like. Im not doing this to be some shady imposter who lurks in the dark i just dont label myself as any of this shit!!
im like. Lowkey terrified of how people are going to react to this post bc im HORRIBLE at using my words rn but like.
Like i just want people to make whatever tf they want to make! It shouldn’t be a person’s problem to “sanitize” themselves! And also fictional characters are quite literally made up people we create to do whatever the fuck we want to them! But also it’s important (in my opinion) to be at least a little critical of what you make. But also you shouldn’t have to file down your expression. But alsO-
Like there are so many factors to well. Factor in when it comes to fiction! And i try so hard to develop my media literacy (even with my underdeveloped baby frontal lobe) every day but even so these topics can be hard to navigate
Anyway yeah no conclusion paragraph because as you can probably tell from my writing. I have no idea what im saying i just feel the need to say something
Idk i just feel like a neurotic prey animal right now like im like.
Ok ok time to get personal guys
I have like MAJOR irrational fears that i am a horrible person like. Almost constantly and pro vs anti discourse makes that shit go fucking WILD. anyway. Yeah i have like this almost fanatic paranoid fear that no matter how hard i try i am a Bad Person and that im like. Metaphorically rotting from the inside and eventually i will expose it to everyone that i am Bad and Awful and Nasty and that even then when everything goes bad ill be completely unaware of my own inherent corruptness and that i will eventually hurt people or whoever i have the capacity to hurt and that things are doomed to fail for me because im such an abhorrent person
Anyway yeah those thoughts are obviously NONSENSICAL because… what??? The fuck????
But then my brain is like ooh yeah lets introduce some fucked up thoughts in here. Intrusive thoughts, if you will. Which all span many nasty awful things that are usually highly morally corrupt and wow I wonder if that ties into all that i said before? Yep it probably does!
Which makes me anxious as hell because then im also convincing myself that those thoughts are real and are my own thoughts and wants. Which FUCKS ME UPPP
So anyway that’s why I don’t label myself as pro or anti because proship makes me feel like im a horrible person who will hurt people and is disgusting and awful (also the intrusive thoughts) and the anti label goes against my very strong beliefs of freedom of creation and expression etc.
Yay rant vent brain barf over!!!!
#elec rambles#rant#vent#i really dont know if it qualifies as either of these but whatever#its like a weird amalgamation of the two#yeah im sorry i kind of dropped into a tangent#anyway if i never acknowledge this again so be it#i was gonna tag this as psa but. i really think i shouldnt
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OKAY i’m sick of reblogging the same post (also idk if that actually works well as a format) so here i am jus makin a new post! If any of y’all want more of Ceridwen I think posts with her are tagged as such (#ceridwen), or you can check out the tag #Traggy’s OCs. Should prolly make an intro post or smth but anyway.
(My darling Ceridwen <333)
Post Beginning RealTm Under the Cut:
Ceridwen is from an elven community known for being accepting of drow (and other) refugees, leading to a population with a good amount of mixed blood and an affinity for darker magic. This also led to this settlement being a fairly common target for vengeful drow, for a multitude of reasons. Lost servants, traitors, runaway sacrifices, or even just as a regular-ass target bc ‘aur naur, fuckin Elves and non-Lolth drow’, and all that.
But anywayyy this settlement ends up utilizing skills such as necromancy and all that, due to the fact that if they’re just gonna have people *sent* to them they might as well avail themselves of the resources, it won’t do just to let their bodies sit there. So those drow attackers become soldiers for the community, or labourers!! Those used in the community are stripped of flesh and all that to minimize spread of disease. The Lolth-sworn can have the bio-warfare but us? No thank uuuu.
Anyway this also leads to a sort of militia/standing army vibe w/ the citizens — all are trained in rudimentary medicine and combat before continuing in a specialized path of either. Ofc you can make the choice to specialize in necromancy but Ceri was like hey can i do. Everything. I’m kidding but she graduated the Medic shit (which is why she has the scars—those scars are a mark of a skilled medic, with a steady hand and eye for detail that allows for well-healed and cool-ass scarring) and then focused on necromancy bc MAN.
Reasons for the Necromancy specialization: One: she’s afraid of death. Not the process and shit, but of being dead, of what comes after. She’s terrified of the uncertainty of it, and of the very real philosophical and moral dilemmas that come w/ the existence of soul-based magic and deities that actively partake in regular life. Oh, and Lolth. She’s her own brand of fucked up. And TWO: She’s interested in biology, and anatomy n shit, and plus she wanted to do more than just healing. Don’t get her wrong, healing’s good and useful, but she’s got all this magical power that needs using and in a community where necromancers are kinda like… the necessary job nobody really likes, she’s goin for it. Like YAY, magic, science, don’t have to interact to much with people! Also she is very much interested in the tales the dead have to tell. Especially when those tales involve plans to harm the community.
Anyway that stuff aside, for a good while after graduating, Ceri apprentices under a Necromancer in the community, fucks around, finds out, experiences a couple semi-traumatizing events, and adopts a fucked-up animal? And then! Valinid shows up! Around then he’s still pretty young, fresh from escape. This is like, the tenth place he’s been to and gods does he hope the drow here mean safety and not hurt. He’s been run out of towns, actually attacked, and begrudgingly accepted after fending off attackers. But this place accepts him. Val joins the community as a general handy-man, training with the younger ones and teaching newer techniques, providing insight into current events in the Underdark.
Ceri finds him fascinating, from his looks to his past to just *him* as a person. It’s not like he’s some experiment, of course not. But he’s interesting, and she likes him, and he listens and entertains and matches her energy (which is pretty lowkey, generally). And on a deeper level, he gets her fear of death, of divine retribution, of being wrong and paying dearly for it. They grow together, eventually forming a QPR, bonding over desires to learn and grow outside of their environment of origin—though motivations beyond that vary.
This is where he grows into his Paladin ways, seeing what could’ve been and what could be, where he develops his moral code and establishes himself as a real actual Paladin, protecting the weak and all. And eventually, he goes on his first adventure, and Ceri of course tags along. He wants to protect and save and make amends. Ceridwen wants to expand her magical and medical repertoire, experiencing and observing new things for the sake of Knowing. Love her for that. On this kinda random and barely-planned ATLA style adventure, they meet new people, form a party of nerds, Val gets a boyfriend, Ceri loses an eye, lotsa shit happens.
Eventually, they come across the Shadow-Cursed Lands, but like. Before it’s Shadow-Cursed. This is when it’s in later stages of conflict but it’s not been cursed yet. Val stays because he sees people in need (and there is drow presence in the growing cult of the Absolute), and Ceri stays because Val stays,,, and she totally isn’t crushing on Isobel or Jaheira from afar. Val fights, she studies and heals. They have a casual alliance w/ the Harpers. Then the Curse hits, Val retreats until Absolute shit starts happening Worse, so he goes there. Ceridwen stays near the edge of the Shadow-Cursed Lands, studying it and its inhabitants. She often stays at the Last Light Inn.
Aaaand then. She’s kidnapped and tadpoled. Whoopsies. Val is off on an adventure, having just recently visited. So. Once again! Oops. This is where the story begins, and this long-ass backstory ends. Love y’all, especially those who read thru this whole thing lmao <333
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