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moonys-love · 1 year

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Howdy Pillar Headcanons :D

be aware this is my first time writing on tumblr so if its a tad odd in some places, i apologize :))) i should be doing my math work i missed or sleeping but guess what i wont

cw: staring mentions (?), howdy being cheesy, i think that's it? ( i do not know how to tag stories)

(look at the funky man!!)

Dating Howdy!!

i just KNOW this man loves to give hugs from behind

everytime you're doing literally anything that has you with your back exposed, he's going to pick you up

you could be in the middle of cleaning and next thing you know four limbs are wrapped around you and you're being picked up

he is both big spoon and little spoon, ignore the fact that he's like 7 foot/213 cm

if you don't like being hugged/touched, that's fine! he likes to make sure that you're comfortable with how he shows affection.

instead of hugging you, he tends to move things around to make it more accessible for you (especially if you enjoy cooking/baking, there are a lot of things in the howdy-sized cabinets but not the y/n-sized cabinets)

sometimes he does purposefully move things out of your reach to have you call him over for help so he can come bother you >:)

that is until you learned that you can climb on the counters... (as someone who is short, this is in fact the most effective way of getting things [dont do this])

he loves holding hands with you! regardless of whether you're in public or at home, he enjoys making sure that you don't get lost /j ("Its hard to see you all the way down there, neighbor!")

he is also a big fan of pinky holding <3

i hc him to have some anxiety issues, so this is a big reason why he enjoys holding hands/pinkys

it's become a big way to help him calm down, and if you start rubbing shapes (?) into his hand it makes things a lot better (he does it to you too <3)

after a long day at the bugdega (bodega? I've seen someone call it that so I'm calling it that bc it's funky!), he will fwump literally anywhere it is convenient for him to do so

let's just hope you're not on the couch/bed because you are a candidate for him to do so! (good luck)

he constantly is making sure that you're ok, mentally and physically! he is a great listener, and he gives great advice too.

everytime you try to help him out at the bugdega, he CANNOT focus

he will literally stare at you for ages until either you or a neighbor points out he's doing so ("howdy, are you ok?" "huh- oh yeah! it's just that you're really pretty...")

he also gives you an 100% discount if you agree to a kiss

either he's really cheesy, or he's reciting poetry to you, there is in fact, no in-between

"i love you berry much! *holds out a strawberry*"

"If i was to be given the option of eternal life, i would turn it down, for a life without you is not one worth living."

all in all, your relationship is berry sweet!! (help i regret writing that)

Being friends with Howdy!!

if YOU have chaotic energy, HE has chaotic energy

he could be cheerfully having an exchange with julie to chanting "thief" to wally in the corner with you (art idea??? might make this)

howdy is great at adapting to your current mood! if you're being funky and all gremlin-like, so is he! if you're tired or sad, he makes sure to give you your time and space to talk if you want!

regardless of this, he does give mother-friend energy

not in the sense of like making sure you're sunscreened, but just looking out for you and making sure you're ok :O)

he LOVES to spook you. regardless of how tall he is, he is in fact, great at sneaking around!

he is also good at being quiet on his feet, which does not end well when you're in the middle of doing something

i feel like he is genuinely a sweet guy, but when he's with friends, he's a totally different caterpillar

if tiktok existed then, you would constantly point at him and say "caterpillar" in that voice (y'know the one from the audio that everyone draws frank spying on howdy with [i absolutely love that audio])

HE KNOWS ALL OF THE GOSSIP OOH JUST YOU WAIT

"did you hear? frank and eddie are finally dating!" "HAH WALLY OWES ME HIS APPLE SUPPLY"

wally is definitely a part of your guy's shenanigans btw it's canon I'm howdys hat

if howdy needs something delivered (most likely wallys hairspray/apples) and eddie isn't available, he asks you! you're practically a second employee so you might as well ahshefs

you still get an 100% discount, since you know, you're kinda working there so that's fabulous!!

he's practically your babysitter at this point i just kinda imagine y/n being one of the leash kids

he can and will throw you on top of his shoulders, you think he's not buff under those sleeves? he has to carry around literal HUNDREDS of apples for wally pretty much everyday

i feel like he likes making things with his hands (I'm really projecting here arent i)

HE LIKES MAKING TINY THINGS OK OK GLAD WE CAN AGREE

random little figurines or things you enjoy will just appear. you have little to no clue where they came from but that's fineee

he knows some of the most obscure things, either about you, or anything really

he loves hearing people infodump about anything! he loves learning new things about people's special interests :D

at the end of the day, he appreciates being your friend so much! he's so glad he got to meet you <3

i am very tired so im probably going to sleep now!! i really liked making this but headcanons are not, in fact, my strong suit. requests are open, i would love to write some more for welcome home!!

#moony writes!!#im incredibly tired but i really wanted to get this out so here it is!#howdy is a funky little guy <3 #howdy #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar headcanons #welcome home #welcome home show #welcome home puppets #welcome home puppet show #tumblr #writer #writers on tumblr

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thatfreshi · 8 months

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Rage To The Point of Hysteria (Astarion x Reader)

Third part in this little series (I Want To Mean It and Take This and Leave are both before this.)

Recommended Song: Forgiveless - SZA Ft. Ol' Dirty Bastard

"Well thank the gods you're not upset, because I have a feeling Gale wouldn't try to reverse it at this point."

Astarion's ear perk up at your comment.

"What do you mean darling? I'm sure he'd try if you asked him."

You hesitate to speak again, knowing your fiance will be pissed as soon as he hears about what happened in Gale's tower. Rightfully so, of course, but Astarion is not the type of man you want to make angry, especially when it comes to his lover.

"We aren't exactly... speaking?"

His eyes narrow.

"Is he being a dramatic sad boy again? Because first of all that's my thing, and second of all he has a wedding to be in tomorrow."

"I have a feeling you won't want him there anymore."

"Why not? He's our best friend! Gale has stood by us loyally as long as we've been in love."

You pause, he knows you're not telling him the whole story, but he doesn't push it, knowing you're nervous.

"You do love me... right?"

Suddenly a sadness casts across his eyes, wondering why you would even ask such a question.

"Of course I do my sweet. I asked you to marry me, didn't I?"

You sit back down on the bed, beckoning him to come sit with you.

"Well, Gale said some really horrible things. Horrible things about me, about you, about this whole relationship."

You tear up a little.

"You know he speaks without much thought darling. Not the brightest among us."

"No, Astarion, he was really awful. He said that I was a naive idiot for thinking you were in love with me, and how you've just been using me to keep yourself safe all this time, and that this marriage is just an extra layer of protection for you."

Rage. You still think to this day that somehow his eyes get redder when he's mad, even though that's probably impossible.

"He called you, what?"

His fingernails dig into the sheets, wishing they were around Gale's throat. He could care less about what was said about him, he's been lied about all his life. But you were crying because of something Gale said, questioning his love for you over some foolish man.

"Yeah, and I think he's like weirdly in love with me, and he just never said anything? It was all super gross, and I just can't believe he was like that."

"Funny, I'm in love with you and I would never call you a naive idiot like that. Of course, not outside of the times that you enjoyed it."

Astarion gets back up off the bed, making his way to a chest full of old weapons, memories of your journeys. He squats down, unlocking it, gazing at the various dangerous items.

"Aster, what are you doing?"

He laughs.

"Deciding what I'm going to flay him with my dear, what else would I be doing?"

Rage to the point of hysteria, enjoying the image of exacting revenge. The last time you saw him like this was before he killed Cazador.

"You can't just go over there and cut him up!"

"You're right, I have to do worse. You're so smart my dear."

He grabs a couple of blades out of the chest, and you walk over to where he's scavenging.

"I love you-"

"I love you too darling."

"I love you but, this is only going to make it worse. If you kill him, all of the alarms in his tower will go off, you'll probably be arrested-"

"Worth it."

"Astarion, please just listen to me."

"I am listening, I just happen to be scheming at the same time. I am a wonderful multi-tasker after all."

You'd be frustrated if you weren't worried. He really doesn't like seeing you hurt, or upset, and now you're both, all because some raggedy wizard decided he wanted to cause strife.

"Astarion, you can't even go out right now, it's the middle of the day!"

Now, that stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Damn it!"

He tries to ponder for a moment, wondering how long it would take to dig a hole from your house to his tower. After doing some rough math, he lets out a cry of frustration.

"How dare he throw around baseless accusations, and insult you to boot! He's a coward, a slimy, rotten, coward, who's trying to ruin something perfectly good because some goddess told him he should die for the greater good!"

You reach out, grabbing his hand, squeezing it tight.

"Aster, please."

Your desperation snaps him out of his stupor, realizing you're still crying, and his murderous plans aren't helping. He sighs, sitting down next to you, pulling you into lay on him.

"I'm sorry my sweet. I just... I hate seeing you get hurt."

"I know, but killing him doesn't solve anything."

He shrugs.

''Well, it would solve the problem of him existing."

"Astarion."

"Right, right, you're lecturing me about proper emotional maturity and such. Sorry, please continue."

You fiddle with his hands, staring at the details of his knuckles.

"I'm really upset with him too, but I don't need you to go turn him into a human filet, I just need you to sit here and listen to me. I'm mainly upset by what he said about you anyway."

"Well, you know he's wrong."

"Yeah, but to lie about being your friend, and then claim you're still just this horrible person? It's not fair, you've grown so much."

"We're the only people that need to know that Tav. If everyone hated me but you, I'd still be right where I am, loving you, and only you."

You lose a little tension, melting into the warmth of his embrace.

"I suppose you're right."

He leaves a kiss on your head.

"Now, we're going to enjoy our little time left as unmarried lovers, and when dusk comes, Gale and I are going to have a little talk. But until then, you can rant and rave as much as you'd like darling. Does that sound alright to you?"

You draw a little heart with your finger on the top of his hand.

"Sounds great. Thank you."

"Of course whatever you need, always."

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #angst #comfort

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Stuttering: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist

word count: 900

Request: eeddie being really short when reader tries to talk to him during class and reader thinks he doesnt like her so reader stops making an effort and eddies sad because he knows if he talked to her he would just stutter through everything

"Hey, Eddie....." You started to ask but were cut off by him.

"Can you leave me alone please?" Eddie snapped at you looking up at you as you turned back in your seat and did your work.

You weren't sure as to what you did to Eddie to make him snap at you like that, because you had always tried to be nice to him offering answers, paper, or anything really when you could, but I guess that wasn't good enough. You made a mental note that he didn't want you speaking to him anymore, so you would just ignore him for now.

Eddie watched as you left the room and sighed he hadn't meant to snap at you like that but he knew you couldn't talk to you without stuttering and embarrassing himself. He figured maybe you would forget about it by the last period which you had together but you clearly didn't when he saw that your seat had been moved from him which made him sad to see. This same action would go on for the next few days much to Eddie's dismay because he really did enjoy hearing your voice.

"You've been awfully quiet lately in regards to Eddie, what's going?" Robin said teasing you about your crush on Eddie.

"Nothing except I'm not talking to him anymore." You said shrugging your shoulders as if it was no big deal as Robin looked at your with her jaw opened.

"Why? What happened?" She asked.

"So we were in math class the other day and I needed his help with something, and before i can get the question out of my mouth, he practically yells for the whole class here asking me to leave him alone." You said quietly as Robin looked at you confused by Eddie's actions.

"Why in the world would he do that? You've never done anything for him to act that way towards you." She said as you shrugged your shoulders.

"I know which is why I've stopped talking to him and about him all together." You said to her the bell rang.

That afternoon Eddie decided to swing by the video store to try and talk to Robin in hopes that maybe she could help him fix this mess he made with you. Eddie walked into the store and noticed how Robin laughed at seeing him.

"Must have messed up bad if you're coming here." She said to Eddie as he approached the counter.

"Yeah I did, big time. I may have accidentally yelled at her and told her to leave me alone instead of actually talking to her." He said.

"Speaking of that, why did you tell her to leave you alone? She's only ever been nice to you and that's how you treat her instead of talking to her?" Robin asked confused.

"That's the problem.....I can't talk to her." Eddie said making Robin look at him weirdly.

"If I talk to her I know for a fact I will stutter and embarrass myself even more in front of her." He said as Robin grinned now realizing that Eddie had a crush on you.

"Well have you tried talking to her through a note? Maybe write her note saying hey I'm sorry for yelling at you, I just don't want to make a fool out of myself." Robin suggested as Eddie hit himself in the forehead for not thinking of that sooner.

"Thank you, Robin." He called out already thinking of what he wanted to say to you in the note.

The next day Eddie stood anxiously pacing at the picnic table wondering if you would even read the note or if you were coming as he asked you to do in the note he wrote explaining himself. He stopped pacing when he saw you approaching him and set your bookbag on the table.

"So I make the infamous Eddie Munson nervous?" You asked him with a smile as you took a seat on the picnic table.

"I blame it all on your beauty.... every time I think about talking to you, I look into those pretty eyes of yours and lose my train of thought." He said.

"Well if it helps, I think your eyes are prettier. But I understand I sort of went through the same thing when I first talked to you." You said.

"Wait really?" He asked shocked.

"Yeah it was the first time in math class, I literally had to write down what I wanted to say to you because I knew if I didn't I would either clam up or embarrass myself." You said.

"So do you think we can go back to being friends that actually talking to each other?" He asked nervously.

"I would love too." You said as climbed off the table and took a seat on the bench where you two decided to just sit there and talk since the first period was already halfway through.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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0rb0t · 1 year

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Don't mind me, just talking about Shadow as being on the autistic spectrum, and how his portrayal in the games and anime (before 2010s era) reflected this even if it was never outright stated.

(TIME FOR A CHARACTER ANALYSIS ABOUT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG)

When I was in high school, I struggled a lot in social situations, I'd go completely stiff and just watch people. I had a "resting bitch face", I never really could have conversations and seemed to just fixate on things. I'd make observations that irritated people. I'd ask "why" a lot. (Asking why or even asking 'obvious' questions seemed to make people think I was questioning their judgment, or that I was challenging them. But no, I just didn't understand and wanted clarification. I still run into this a lot and I wish people would stop assuming I have ulterior motives. I just wanna understand stuff better cause it doesn't connect for me. Even if it seems obvious. I'm the genius that asked my mom why she was crying at her dad's funeral when I was 11. It's not that I didn't understand why Grandpa was gone, I knew he passed away, but it hadn't really landed for me, and my brain registered my mom's sadness before it registered the why.)

I didn't like small talk (still don't) and would rather every interaction have a specific purpose. You'd never catch me at a party and I didn't think drinking or drugs looked fun or interesting. The act of rebelling didn't interest me either. The few interests I did have were something I'd always go back to, and I couldn't function without them. (For me, drawing has always been a huge part of my life and if I didn't have a pencil or pen and paper, then I couldn't hear. I know, very weird. If I were doodling or just even had my sketchbook open, I could study a lot easier. In High school, my teachers started telling me to put the sketchbook away, and my grades plummeted because my attention did, too. Trying to tell them just kind of led to the same old "well everyone else can't doodle so you can't either". I wasn't in any of the special ed stuff because I guess I masked too well.)

Sonic 06 and Sonic X have the same characterization for Shadow, especially in Japanese, and I think that's honestly the best he'd ever been-- he's quiet, he's reserved, he observes and he doesn't like to "waste time". Not because he's edgy, not because he's a jerk or too serious, but because he struggles in social situations and he's more introverted. He doesn't want to be the centre of attention, he doesn't enjoy any of that. Shadow also behaves like an adult, and I'm sure a ton of us on the spectrum have heard that before, that we're very mature for our age. In reality, we can't relate with our peers and have very fixated interests that don't really expand to other things. Limited interests and we just wanna do stuff tied to that. We know so much about that one thing or those things, but those things won't get you ahead in school. Unless you're LUCKY and your fixation is math, oy vey! (My fixation was etymology. I loved learning and knowing where words came from. Useful for 2 seconds in English class, quickly loses its usefulness in a skill-oriented world.)

I don't even think he's naturally boastful, at least he wasn't since SA2 (when he was an antagonist), but Sonic brings out a competitive side in him. Sonic brings out the childhood-self that he lost to trauma and being sealed away. Shadow never got to be a normal kid/adult. He has always had expectations placed on him. I think Sonic really brings out a side of him that even surprises himself. It's why he will even say very often "What am I doing?" or "This is such a waste of time!" but he won't STOP… Because he's having fun and doesn't know how to describe his own feelings. Shadow's the type who'll say "I'm fine" no matter what state he's in when you ask if he's okay. My spouse is like this actually-- I can often tell when he's feeling down, but he doesn't know how to describe emotions beyond functional things like "i'm healthy" or "i'm unhealthy", so he'll say he's fine even if he's having a melancholy day. I struggle with understanding my emotional responses, but not necessarily identifying them. A lot of people on the spectrum do struggle with identifying their emotions beyond empirical things. "Do I feel sick? No? then I'm fine" Shadow is exactly like this. And because his expression is so neutral, sometimes intense, he gets mistaken as being angry or too serious. In reality, he's just standing there. He's not gonna expend energy smiling when he's got nothing to smile about. Why force yourself to emote for people? Especially if it feels unnatural.

Another thing about Shadow being autistic is if he's got nothing to say, then he won't say it. If he wants to leave, he'll leave. Good luck stopping him! But for many actual people it's not an option to leave. We can't just teleport out or skate at lightning speeds like he can, so we have to just sit there and do little coping or self soothing methods to keep ourselves in the moment and calm. We don't often see Shadow stimming in traditionally understood ways, like lip biting or rubbing his arms or fidgeting with his fingers-- but he often stands with his arms crossed. This CAN BE a stim. Feeling the weight of your arms on top of each other, it allows for you to be aware of your own body. I fold my arms a lot in public, because I'm usually playing with the hem of my sleeves, or I'm rubbing my arms or squeezing them. Shadow doesn't seem to do any of that but he's rarely seen without his arms folded.

When his arms aren't folded, he stands so still and just stares at people. He looks completely out of his element. He doesn't seem to have a relaxed stance--until the anime, where he's shown standing with his hand on his hip. Rouge also does this, leading to the popular headcanons that Shadow is unintentionally imitating Rouge-- his masking leads him to identify the most 'normal' person in the room and copy their behavior in order to blend in better. Unfortunately it rarely, in my experience, leads to people NOT thinking I'm weird. Sometimes I'll even start imitating speech patterns or accents and BOY. I don't even realize I'm doing it until it HAPPENS. So embarrassing. But Shadow absolutely imitates everyone around him. We can see him do this even as far back as Sonic Heroes--that scene where he's nodding or shaking his head to whatever Rouge is saying. The scene where Sonic starts getting competitive and Shadow starts kind of imitating his posture and his way of speaking to become competitive with them-- I don't even think he realizes he's doing it. But it also makes sense with his NAME.

His name is Shadow. I think of Peter Pan, where Peter's Shadow can sometimes get away from him. Usually it does everything he does, but sometimes it gets away and does its own things, and Peter has to catch it. Wendy sews the shadow back on in Hook. I think Shadow's name is referencing that as well, that just like a shadow, he mimics those around him. He's watching over them, but also copying them. Learning to blend in.

Another moment I adore is in SA2 (and Sonic X) when Amy Rose hugs him from behind. According to the 2010s era and early IDW, you'd have expected Shadow to push her away or yell DONT TOUCH ME or whatever. But no, he actually just goes REALLY RIGID and doesn't even say anything. It isn't until Amy realizes her mistake that Shadow turns around to look at her, smiling like 'What are you doing???' But in Sonic X, they changed this scene further into autistic territory--

Shadow doesn't even TURN to her. He goes rigid, yes, and his eyes widen and he just stands there looking towards the audience like 8| He's completely OUT OF HIS ELEMENT. He prepared for the mission, NOT to deal with random people HUGGING HIM. He's probably not been hugged since Maria over 50 years ago. We don't even know if Maria hugged him much because Shadow has always seemed pretty touch-averse. I love GIVING hugs and I love receiving hugs but only from people I'm REALLY close to. I don't even like getting hugs from extended family. My spouse? VERY touch averse. He'll get hugs from me but hugging and touch are just not his thing. Shadow is not a huggy person, but he does tend to hold hands.

We know he grabbed and held Maria's hand, running with her-- but we never actually saw that until Sonic X (2003) he can be seen running with her away from the military, and he's holding her hand as he leads her. In Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria often grabs Shadow's hand when telling him things. This is also a grounding method to bring the person into the moment. For me, I feel like I can focus better on what my spouse is saying to me when he holds my hand and it's crowded or busy. Even in our home, if he wants to tell me something, I recommend that he hold my hand or touch my arm so I can focus on him better. This happens with Shadow.

Sonic doesn't tend to hold peoples' hands. In Sonic X he usually just picks people up, but we do see him grab Elise's arm in 06 and run with her. But holding hands? Not really his thing! Shadow does do it more often though. In Sonic X S3, in the episode, Molly's Dream, Shadow's immediate way of leading Molly away from danger is to grab and hold her hand. He even keeps holding her hand until she lets go. It speaks to me the sort of childlike behavior he may still be exhibiting, but not that I'm trying to say that autistic people are more like children. From my experience on the spectrum, I am more childish than my peers. I still react like a kid might to things, and I don't really think like an adult is expected to. I am mentally behind my peers as well, I think my emotional maturity is lower? But it's hard to measure that without a doctor. It's not just about laughing at fart jokes or knowing to pay bills, it's like, how I problem solve is more creatively aligned with kids than it is adults. This is both great and terrible, depending on the situation. A situation that requires math and stuff cannot be solved my way. A situation that involves encouraging kids to try again or be nice to each other, well it's very useful because I can communicate with them on their level (I was a teacher in South Korea for over half a decade, my brain was great for being a teacher but not great for other things).

I think Shadow really gets misread as a mean guy a lot, but he really isn't. I also don't really enjoy the headcanons that imagine him as very outgoing and whimsical when he was on the ARK, and I especially don't like headcanons that infantilize him-- I really don't like headcanons where people infantilize autistic people. We've seen Shadow when he loses his memories a few times. In Heroes, but also in S3 of Sonic X-- his personality is still the same. He's still reserved, he's still quiet, he still struggles in social situations and prefers getting to the point rather than dilly-dallying. I'd argue that he was exactly like that before the incident on the ARK, too. It's just that the incident caused his inner peace to be destroyed. His precious person, Maria, was no longer around and he lost everything all at once. He doubled down on the one thing that made sense: Revenge. But even after all of that was sorted out, he's not gonna just magically be a different person. He's still reserved, he's still serious, he's still "get to the point". If he played FFXIV, he'd only focus on main quests, and never do side quests. He'd never spend money on cosmetics, probably. He's likely a person who values gameplay over story. If the game is broken or the mechanics aren't utilized well, that's probably more what he'd be fixated on than whether the story was good or not. He'd skip through dialogue because he reads fast, even if the dialogue is voiced (my spouse does this and it drives me nuts. SHADOW I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR ME, DISABLE THE VOICE ACTING IN OPTIONS SO I STOP HEARING THE FIRST UTTERANCE OF A WORD EVERY TIME U MASH THROUGH THE DIALOGUE)

Trauma affects people in all kinds of ways. I don't think all autistic people are like Shadow, because autism is a spectrum and no two people present exactly the same, although there will be similarities. Shadow's trauma happened at a time where he barely knew himself already, so that's why it was so easy for him to fixate on revenge, and then he'd be content with dying afterwards because he figured he had nothing left to live for. Finding out he was wrong was the best thing that could have happened to him.

I was really saddened when SEGA decided he was an edgelord who hated everything and had no friends because that's such a horrible read of this nuanced character. In my personal headcanons for Shadow, he's actually very into plants and flowers, because Maria loved the planet so much. And eventually he learns to love the planet because of nature. Shadow's never going to be a people person, in fact he probably still doesn't care much for people as a whole, but that doesn't mean he won't step up when they need his help. Which is why his line in Sonic 06 is still so poignant. "If the world chooses to become my enemy, then I'll fight like I always have." Basically, it really doesn't matter, I've made my choice, I know who I am now and I get to make those decisions. No one else will shake the foundations of who I am.

And because he knows who he is, he doesn't feel the need to repeat it and boast about himself. He's confident, not arrogant. He can be smug and competitive, but that's playfulness, not cruelty. He's quiet and may just straight up walk away while someone is mid-sentence, but that's not because he's evil or intentionally being a jerk-- it's just how he is. He needs to work on it if he wants to have friends, but his friends already understand him very well. They know that he's like that, and from what we saw in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, occasionally they forget it's not personal. I'm happy to see them admitting "oh no, I completely misjudged you, I'm so sorry!" because it's been way too long since we've heard the main cast apologize to Shadow for assuming he was a big jerk on purpose.

Knowing the restrictions on how Shadow is written have been lifted, I'm really hoping we can get more of how he's meant to be, the reserved, socially awkward but well-meaning hedgehog we love. Autistic Shadow FTW!

(our experiences and headcanons

may differ, that's okay.)

#character analysis #character meta #shadow character meta #shadow the hedgehog #long post #sonic the hedgehog #sth shadow #shadow autism moments #he's just like me fr fr #sonic headcanons #shadow headcanons

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spicyspiders · 2 years

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Eddie with a bf who was jason’s secret ex? Eddie just teasing jason by making out with reader “secretly”, lot of PDA, groping, etc.

There's no groping, but there is PDA. Hope you enjoy.

“Wipe that worried look off your face. We’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He was probably right, but you were still worried. You didn’t mind a nice walk in the woods, but not the ones right behind the school. You knew this was where Eddie would sell his drugs, but you weren’t there for those, and now, being in the area with him made you nervous.

“We’re both adults now, Eddie. We could-”

Eddie stopped you by swooping down and pressing his lips to yours. You didn’t like getting interrupted, but if it was like this, you didn’t mind.

“Just thirty minutes? It’ll help take the edge off,” Eddie whispered between your mouths when you pulled away. When you nodded after a few moments of thought, Eddie pulled you into an embrace.

You wrapped an around his neck, while the other rested in the space between his shoulders, his back felt tense. You tried to rub at his taut muscles, but it didn’t help.

“Eddie?” When you pulled away from the embrace to question what was wrong, Eddie pressed a hand to your chest and stepped you back until your back came in contact with a tree.

Eddie didn’t respond, only pulled you back into his arms, practically trapping you between himself and the tree.

“Are you trying to fuse me to the tree?” You wheezed out.

“Sorry, babe,” Eddie muttered, and reluctantly pulled away.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. Eddie still stood close to you, close enough that you were able to wrap a hand around the back of his neck and rub at the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

Eddie pressed back into your hand like a cat, hell, he almost looked like he was about to start purring too. “I really don’t want to talk about how I failed my math test last period,” Eddie fell back into your arms, this time burying his face in your neck.

“I tried to help you study,” you tried not to tell him I told you so, but you truly did tell him that he needed to study.

“You’re the one that kept trying to make out with me,” Eddie grumbled. His grumbled ended in a yowl of pain when you yanked at the hair on the back of his neck. You pushed at his chest and stepped away, but before you could get too far, Eddie had you pushed against a different tree.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” you said, no actual heat behind the words. Eddie chuckled before moving down to press his lips to yours. You were breathless when the kiss ended, and you laid your head back against the tree as Eddie’s lips ventured down your neck. You didn’t realize your eyes were closed until the sound of a twig breaking off in the distance had you snapping your eyes open.

Jason was like a beacon, and your eyes immediately met with his.

Eddie, too preoccupied sucking a bruise into your neck, failed to notice who your attention was on.

You didn’t hate Jason. You think about the situation with him more than you’d like, and you don’t even remember why you really broke up. The only thing you knew about it was afterward, you were brought to the whirlwind that is Eddie Munson.

You couldn’t tell what look rested on Jason’s face, it was like a mix of anger, jealousy, disgust, and sadness. It almost looked like he was being homophobic, but it was only a few months ago that you were in a similar position with Jason’s lips on you.

Your attention was drawn back to Eddie when he laid a particularly harsh bite into your neck. Your head fell back onto the tree, and your eyes fell closed again.

The rough tone of Eddie’s voice in your ear made you shiver when he spoke, “think he enjoyed the show?” He asked. You wanted to question how he knew, but when you opened your mouth, his lips fell back on top of yours.

You couldn’t tell how long it was until you next opened your eyes, but when you did, Jason was gone.

#x male reader #eddie munson x male reader #jason carver x male reader?

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kyojurismo · 11 months

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Can I req Douma or Kokushibo having an s/o that is really shitty with math or sth and they need to help them bc hw (also, it's modern time but they are demons and somehow managed to survive the war + live w/ the humans now)

btw, if you choose koku you could do bio bc he can see thru humans yk, that makes it so much easier for him, right?

# douma & kokushibo

tags : gn!reader, school & homework (i hate this stuff i’m sorry of course i’m gonna tag em lol), douma is smart but plays dumb, kokushibo is the “dad helping his child doing the homework” type (you’ll see), not proofread.

a/n : this is also the proof that i don’t know how to write this kind of scenarios so LMAO i apologise & i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway <3

DOUMA

“i can’t do that!” you whined, letting go of the pen. “you can,” douma was sitting on the couch, minding his business. “no! i need your help,” you pouted, waiting for him to finally help you with your math homework.

he sighed, thinking for a moment before getting up and coming closer. douma sat down next to you and grabbed your book. “alright…” he read the exercise and chuckled.

“look… i don’t know what it is asking, can you explain it to me?” he smiled at you, showing his fangs. you got distracted for a moment before nodding, starting to explain what you had to do. “oh! that’s right,” douma nodded and chuckled again.

“then can you show me? i think i’ve not very good at this kind of exercises,” he seemed sad, but was faking it. you just didn’t noticed.

that’s what he wanted. he knew you could actually do that, so he pretended to not knowing what your exercises were about. that way you would explain them to him and subconsciously solve them.

“yeah, i think this should be a 5 tho,” he smirked and got up, you finally understood. “hey! you were supposed to help me,” you groaned, annoyed by his behaviour. “but you finished them, darling,” douma winked at you and sat down on the couch again, satisfied with himself.

“asshole,” you murmured, staring down at the now solved math exercises.

KOKUSHIBO

“you know the answer to that,” he stared at you intently. well, with his six eyes. “no i don’t,” you shook your head.

“you just have to locate the kidney,” he explained. thanks shit, he can see where it was located clearly. you sent him a glare, annoyed. “why can’t you tell me where it is?”

“because you have to learn it yourself,” he sighed. kokushibo was stern when it came to studying. “alright…” you huffed and answered, not paying too much attention.

“no! i told you it was up there,” his finger pointed at a specific point on the paper. “no you did not!” he did in fact mentioned it while showing you, he wasn’t brainless.

he showed you a few organs’ location and then wanted you to remember and point them on the paper. you just weren’t that good at biology.

“this is madness,” he muttered and got up. “you know it’s hard for normal people like me,” you whined. you wanted to reason with him, deep down he knew he could see things you couldn’t. plus, he was a demon.

“alright, i’ll help you. but just this time.”

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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natasha-in-space · 1 year

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hi!!! can I request a school ver seven and MC maybe confessing to each other? I wanna write a bunch of school ver mysme stories but I just don't have any time 🥹

Sooo, I actually ended up writing this promt in the canon timeline for mm, and not as an au... I just had this idea for a possible scenario, where you get to meet Saeyoung before he ever got the chance to join the RFA, and the rest was history. SO! I used his college fake name 'Chilyoung' for this drabble. This is kinda angsty... But, with the happy ending. Enjoy! :)

Today was going to be the day. The day you will finally overcome all your fears and take the leap of faith instead of fretting over every little thing that could possibly go wrong.

Your rapid heartbeat thundering all the way up into your temples, you paced through the quiet corridor, nervously fiddling with the sleeves of your shirt and waiting for him to leave the classroom. Your school day was over a few hours ago... But, you refused to leave, fighting against your inner demons and anticipating the moment you'll have to spill your heart free. And what a cliche situation this truly was... confessing your feelings to your school crush that has suddenly popped up into your life like a wild hurricane, sweeping you off your feet before you could even blink or shield yourself against the whipping wind.

Chilyoung was a boy bathed in secrets and mystery, being a transfer student with a truly genius mind. Granted, you did not think of him much at first. To say he was distant is to say nothing at all. He was someone who shocked almost every teacher and student with his exceptional abilities, but he also treated those around him coldly and seemingly indifferently. He sat and walked alone, refusing to be a part of any company friendly enough to outstretch their hands to the new student. It didn't take long for your classmates to give up their numerous attempts at befriending him, preferring instead to create a whole plethora of rumors that could potentially explain Chilyoung's withdrawn nature.

Some were sympathetic, while others cruel.

It wasn't until one fated day when you were paired up with him in order to work on a new school project, when you first interacted with him directly. You didn't have much of a choice back then, really. But, you kept an open mind. After all, your redheaded classmate was notorious for his outstanding skills and creativity. You just needed to find a way for you two to get along! And, well... the rest is history.

It's not like he became your best friend right of the bat, quite the opposite of that, actually. In the beginning, you were the only one babbling away about this and that, asking him various silly questions and trying to learn at least a tiny bit more about him. You quickly found out that trying to fish anything out about his personal life was not something he particularly enjoyed. For someone so closed off, his emotions were strangely easy for you to read.

You could always see it all in his eyes.

They would darken and lower onto his long fingers whenever you'd press the wrong button. On the opposite end, regardless of how neutral his face may seemed at first glance, his golden eyes would practically sparkle if you'd ask him to explain something he found particularly interesting about a math problem or some random fact about the universe. It was... cute. And, somewhat sad. Chilyoung was so very lonely... And yet, he refused to let anyone in.

You wondered why. Perhaps, today's the day you finally get to solve the elusive mystery by the name of Chilyoung Kim.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the unmistakable deafening sound of the last bell ringing, making your heart start to race anew. Soon after, the doors to the computer class were flung open and a sea of laughing and chattering classmates filled the entire hall, eager to end their hard day of learning and blow off some steam with their friends. You paid no mind to them, though. Your eyes were too focused on trying to locate the one boy you were so desperate to see today, searching for a bright explosion of fiery red among the group.

And, there he was, coming out of the classroom as one of the last students to leave, with his pensive gaze studying a few notes he was meticulously placing into his notebook. He was always a diligent student, as you slowly learned about him. While he definitely was a smart one... that did not mean that he did not have to work hard. You could see the determination, the resignation in his eyes as he worked his way through yet another complex problem on his hand.

There was something he was working towards, something that pushed him to try as hard as he did.

Either way, you gulped, taking a single steadying breath and calling out after him once the hall grew quiet enough and everyone has already rushed off to their individual lockers. The sound of your voice crying out his name had him stopping in his tracks seemingly in an instant, his head whipping into your direction so quickly, you got a bit worried he might have strained his neck a little.

Oh Jeez... were you too loud?

You couldn't read him as he stared at you, obviously trying to figure out your intentions just as hard as you were trying to do the same with him. Well... not like you could back down from this now.

"Why are you still in school?" He asked, squinting his eyes a little in clear suspicion. "Your lessons ended hours ago."

"Uh- W-Well yes, but... I... had a very important question I needed to ask you." You stammered, suddenly feeling your cheeks burn from the realization of just what you were planning on doing. Oh, God, you were so nervous... But, a part of you refused to run. A part of you kept your trembling legs glued to the wooden floor, whispering somewhere in the corners of your mind, that there was no reason for you to be so afraid.

You wanted to get closer to Chilyoung, whatever this may mean for you two. You wanted for him to know just how much you care about him. You wanted... for him to know that he's not alone. Because you knew his heart desired for it strongly and desperately, regardless of the indifferent facade he put up in order to protect himself for some unknown reason.

"You could have just texted me, you know." He murmured, clearly taking notice of your frazzled state. You took a small breath of relief as his gaze visibly softened, his shoulders relaxing under his shirt and his attention now focused solely on you. This may not be a lot, but it's a sign that he does care. And, you needed to see that right now.

"Well... What is it? Is there something bothering you?"

Yeah, how pretty your eyes look.

You shook off the unwanted thought and clenched your hands into tight fists, deciding to try out a bit of an unconventional route to test the waters. Or, maybe, you were just trying to pull yourself together before you messed everything up. "I... Yes. But... It's a bit personal, so... I don't want for my other friends to tease me about it. And, I know that you're not that type of guy, so I can trust you with this. There's... Um, I really like one of my classmates. It took me some time to figure out my feelings for sure, but now I'm confident that I want us to be closer to each other. But, I'm terrified of pushing them away and ruining our friendship. They... mean a lot to me, you know?"

It felt weird, saying all of this in such a peculiar way. But... You just wanted to take a look at his reaction before you would make a choice to just come out and say it how it is. So, you stood there, your lips pursed into a thin line and your gaze fixed on him with an intensity you haven't felt before.

His expression remained blank for a while, his eyebrows slightly raised as he listened to your makeshift story in all its entirety. But then, you could notice his lips twitching, just enough for a resemblance of a pained frown to take its place on his freckled face, before he swiftly regained his stoic composure once more. However, you did not miss out on this small slip-up of his. And, once he did come up with a reply, his hands were clenched around his notebook way harder than they needed to be, his fingertips turning a shade of sickly white.

Chilyoung took a shaky breath, suddenly lowering his gaze onto the floor, just like he always did whenever you hit a nerve. A gesture you grew so familiar with, and yet, he still had no idea about just how perceptive you really are, when it comes to his self-expression. "...I'm not the one you should consult with about romantic relationships, Y/N. But... If that person means a lot to you, and if they truly make you happy... You should let them know that. You never know when will come the day you'll be forced to say goodbye to them, regardless whether you want to do it or not. Even if they may not understand you... You might regret keeping this truth from them for the rest of your life."

You blinked, not at all expecting to hear something of this nature from him. Your heart skipped a beat. This... felt way more personal than a mere advice for your crush.

This felt like something being spoken from a personal experience of his. And this thought... It made your hurt ache for him in more ways than one. Right now, he looked like the loneliest human alive. Chilyoung, too, seemed to catch onto the particular way that his words sounded, hurriedly continuing with a different narrative from before.

"-And, you deserve to be happy. You're... a good person, Y/N. If they make you happy, then... It's all I- It's all you need."

You took a step closer, all of your fears seemingly gone in an instant. "Chilyoung... I... I was actually talking about you. You're the one I like. That's... That's what I really wanted to talk to you about... I know you don't get along with anybody here, but I want to know more about you. And... I want you to know how much I care about you."

"You-" To your shock, he recoiled, uncharacteristically stumbling over his own legs in the process. He looked... almost terrified, staring wide eyed at you with thousands of conflictive emotions shown clearly on his usually indifferent face. "No. No, you can't. This is... No."

He sounded so hurt and scared, it almost made you question whether this was ever real or not. You never saw Chilyoung act out so openly and emotionally towards anyone before. But... you were not at all happy with the way that it happened.

"Chilyoung...? Hey... It's okay if you don't feel the same, really. I just... I wanted you to know that there's someone who really cares about you. That's all. I don't need anything in return, I promise." You tried to reassure him, slowly following him down the corridor. His reaction was... strange. It's one thing to feel upset about not being able to return one's feelings, and it's completely another to react as if you just got told the grimmest news possible.

But, your attempt did not help much. He shook his head vigorously, his breath coming out in short panicked gasps, all of his stoic facade long gone. "No, no, no, you don't understand, you can't! I can't! I can't- I can't do this! Why me? Just why the hell you chose someone like me!? Of all people!? Are you really thaf stupid!?"

His words... hurt. But, what hurt more, is just how distressed he sounded, how desperate and high his soft voice got, how utterly terrified he looked. Why is he acting like this? You reached out with your hand, at this point, disregarding everything to do with your confession and simply hoping to calm him down a little. "What are you talking about? I told you, it doesn't have to be so complicated... It's going to be okay."

A sound akin to a choked sob reached your ears as he backed even further away from you, refusing to look you in the eye, his voice dropping to a broken half-whisper. "I'm sorry. I don't have any other choice. Just- Know that it's not your fault."

Before you could utter a single word, he ran. He ran so fast, it felt like his life depended on it. And, you were left standing there, alone, confused and equally heartbroken both for his heart and your own.

The next day, Chilyoung did not come to school. And the next. And then the day after that. And the week right after. As well as the months that kept following on.

You thought you'd never see this redheaded boy again. That he'll simply remain as one of the first people that have ever made your heart flutter to life. But... it all changed once you noticed a strange app you did not remember installing onto your phone, years in the future.

Maybe, it was fate for you two to find each years down the line. A chance for you to make things right. Which is why you refused to let him go ever again.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Hey love I’ve got a small idea,

Could you do a pair of of chris x niece reader where she’s drained and overwhelmed from school and exams and she’s shut herself out from everyone so Chris tries to figure out why and they have a little heart to heart after she runs to his house crying because she’s having a panic attack but she can feel a bad one coming and just wants her uncles comfort ❤️❤️

Heart To Heart- Uncle! Chris Evans xreader fan fic request

Summary: Reader is very overwhelmed by school homework and by life in between and has a panic attack and Chris has a heart to heart with reader and helps her through it

Warnings: mentions of feeling drained and overwhelmed, mentions of a panic attack, soft Chris, fluff, angst, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

I’ve had so many tests and homework assignments kicking my butt and home life has been stressful. I’m at school and a tutor is helping me with a few of the assignments I was struggling with. The tutor checked on me and said “hey Y/N how’s that math problem doing?” I was starting to feel anxious and I felt cross eyed doing extra assignments. I got up and said “I’m sorry I can’t do this..” I walked out of the building and walked over to my uncle Chris’s house and rang the doorbell and felt a panic attack around the corner, Chris opened the door and saw the state I was in and said “hey Y/N hey come here doll.” He walked me inside and closed the door and pulled me into a hug and I started breathing heavy and Chris shushed me while rubbing my back and said “hey Y/N deep breaths hun focus on mine ok? Can you try that for me?” I nodded and tried to follow along with his heart beat and breathing.

After a few minutes I felt a bit more relaxed and Chris moved some strands of hair away from my eyes and softly said “there she is hi darling, are you feeling any better?” I nodded saying “yea I guess a little bit.. I’m so overwhelmed by homework and things at home aren’t going well I just.. I’m sorry uncle Chris.” He has me sit down on the couch next to him. Chris said “Y/N sweetheart let’s have a heart to heart about that, so it’s all too much hmm?” I nodded and said “I need a break, I’ve been shutting myself off from everything else and I don’t hangout with anyone and I should more but I just don’t have time for anything plus dad.. he doesn’t think I should hangout with many people, I need to be keeping a low profile with everything going on.”

Chris nodded sympathetically and said “ok well why don’t I talk to Scott and we can figure out a solution because honestly darling you deserve to have friends and go out and not just have to focus on school all the time or do what others tell you, you need freedom trust me I know how it is, it’ll help you so much kiddo I love you and want you to be ok.” I smiled and hugged uncle Chris and said “thank you uncle Chris, just coming to you I feel a lot better, I’m just nervous about talking to dad.” Chris gave me a sad smile and said “would you feel better if we talked to him together sweetheart?” I looked at him feeling surprised and said “really? You would go with me?” I was scared about getting in trouble with dad but my uncle going with me already made me more relaxed. Chris smiled and said “Y/N you’re family I love you and I’d do anything for you, I want you to feel like you can come to me anytime ok?” I smiled and said “thank you uncle that means a lot to me.” I felt so much more relaxed knowing someone was on my side.

Uncle Chris and I drove back to my place and we talked to my dad together and got a plan worked out where school would be less stressful and where I would have more freedom and uncle Chris even promised to check on me more. Heart to hearts with family can really do a lot I’m very grateful for my uncle Chris.

Here ya go darling hope you like it 🤍🤍 I did my best 😊xx enjoy, probably not my best one 😅 but I hope you like it hun

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saviorellie · 2 years

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Eddie request‼️‼️ so I think your writing style and abilities would nail this!

Eddie just being whipped for the reader. Head over heels. No idea what to say or how to act.

The rest is up to you! Thank you!! 💖

absolutely obsessed with this. hope you enjoy!

obsessed.

pairing : eddie munson x reader pov : third person. , she/her pronouns word count : 628 words warning(s) : none! just teeth rotting fluff! notes : need an eddie munson in my life immediately.

eddie couldn’t stop staring. it was becoming a little bit of a problem.

the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way her eyes fluttered when she was tired, the way she bit her lower lip when she was excited. he was a little bit obsessed with her.

every day without fail, she would bounce over to eddie’s lunch table, plop in his lap like she had been sitting there her entire life, and press a soft kiss to his cheek. and every day he would blush like she hadn’t been doing it for the past 6 months. like he was an 8th grader with a crush on a girl in his math class.

no matter how tired or angry or sad she was, he would turn the world upside down if it would make her happy again. more than once he had left his house past midnight per the request of his girlfriend. she missed him, she was hungry, whatever it was; he would slip on his shoes, grab his keys, and drive halfway across hawkins like he didn’t have school in the morning.

eddie rolled her joints for her, put her shoes by the door after she had discarded them haphazardly the day before, brushed and braided her hair for her before she went to bed.

tonight, it was 1:47am and eddie was in his car on the way to her house. she had called him 10 minutes ago, whining on the phone that she missed him and that she was tired and that she wanted, no needed, him there. and so, he grabbed her favorite jacket of his and slipped out the door.

when he arrived at her house, she was already standing on her front porch, arms crossed and a sleepy wave welcomed him. he was out of his car and holding her in his arms before she could blink.

“hi, angel,” he spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. he was rubbing her back and she could already feel her eyes getting heavy with sleep.

“hi,” she smiled sleepily up at him.

“let’s get you inside, yeah?” and she let him pull her up the stairs and tuck her into her bed.

eddie climbed in next to her after discarding his shoes and his jacket on the floor. his arms enveloped her immediately, placing soft kisses along her hairline. he was staring again. her eyes were so beautiful. her skin was so soft. god, she was so pretty.

she pulled him back to reality, pinching his cheek. “do i have something on my face? why are you looking at me like that?”

eddie’s mouth fell open and he was stuttering. how was he supposed to explain to her that he was just admiring her face? that he was just absolutely obsessed with her? he sometimes wonders how he ever said anything to her. how could he say anything to her face? because, like, look at her.

“you-you’re just really, really pretty,” he whispered, almost embarrassed, “i love you. so much.”

she grinned, a dimple forming on her left cheek. one more thing he was obsessed with. her eyes were fluttering and she was trying to keep them open. it looked like she was trying to admire him just like he was admiring her.

“you’re really pretty,” she said back as she poked at his cheek. she was smiling dreamily up at him and he could’ve burst into tears right there.

so he just pulled her closer, his head slipping into the eddie-shaped space between her neck and her shoulder. he let one tear fall. god, he was so in love with her.

she pressed a kiss to his ear lobe as he kept rubbing her back. “i’m so sleepy,” she yawned.

he chuckled softly at her. “go to sleep, doll. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

and so she did. and he was.

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lucky-clover-gazette · 1 year

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it's dangerous to go alone

two years after shadow and vio's evil takeover, the gang reunites for dinner. this is a multi-chapter continuation of the oneshot "thank darkness for that," which introduces a corruption-type au that's actually super chill. definitely read the one-shot before following this one!

chapter 6 of 7: the mirror (4670 words)

“I failed!” Blue repeats, looking at Red like that’s just some common fact of the universe. “I failed to protect you and the others from Vio’s betrayal, and then failed again at the wedding to set things right. I’m supposed to be the strong one, don’t you get it? That’s what I’m good for. Or I should be, but instead I just let everyone walk all over me—Vio, Shadow, even fucking Tingle… Red, for two years I’ve been trying to make it up to you all. By focusing on where everything first went wrong, refusing to let myself forget it, all while you moved on with your lives. Because I know I let you down, and if I don’t fix things, why would you even want me in your lives at all?”

Red is speechless.

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After what feels like forever wandering through the darkness, Blue and Red finally see the light.

“A door!” Red exclaims, pointing forward. “Around the edges, can’t you see?”

Blue groans and rips it open, finally breaking his wordless streak since they entered the not-so-endless hallway. “Finally. Let’s hope there’s a shortcut back, because that was—oh, Hylia.”

Red follows Blue inside and gasps at the room’s single piece of furniture. “Blue, that’s…”

The door slams behind them, and Red thinks he hears a lock. Red tries the doorknob and his suspicions are confirmed. His heart pounds in his chest as he watches Blue approach the Dark Mirror.

“It’s locked,” Red says, and winces when Blue runs a hand over the glass. “Hey, be careful with that!”

“The door’s locked for a reason,” Blue tells him. He appears to address Red’s reflection, rather than turning his head to really face him. “You’re not stupid, do the math: there’s a locked door, plus a mirror we know Tingle wants broken. We shatter the mirror, we destroy Shadow Link, the door unlocks. We only need the four swords to escape, anyway. We can do that just as well without him.”

“What are you saying?” Red exclaims, stuck where he stands. “You wouldn’t just murder Shadow in cold blood!”

“It’s our only option. It’s us or them, just like last time—only now, the choice is ours.”

“Vio and Shadow never chose to kill us.”

“I bet they would have, though… if that’s what it took.”

Red blinks. “You really believe that?”

Blue sighs and looks away from his own reflection. “I always knew it would come to something like this.”

“So this is why you came. This is what you wanted.”

Blue begins to pace the tiny room, fists at his side. That within itself is a sufficient response.

“I was so excited,” Red says, his voice cracking in the middle of the sentence, “that you decided to give this a chance. You know? Even with your attitude, I thought… oh, maybe he’s finally trying. Trying to get along with the others, to forgive them, to be happy. I wanted to believe it so bad.”

Red wipes tears from his eyes, and this time Blue can’t comfort him—not when he’s the cause.

“They’ve been hanging out together for months,” Red continues, his anger quickly fading to sadness. “And I could have joined them, and enjoyed myself, if not for you! Did you hear that, at dinner?”

Blue’s back stiffens.

“What?” Red demands. “You looking for a weapon? Wanna borrow my fireplace poker, make me complicit too? Just like at the wedding?”

Blue stops pacing, and Red knows he struck a nerve.

“I never wanted to hurt anyone,” Red tells him with a bite.“You knew that. But I went along with it, because I knew there was no way those traps were going to work. I had hoped, even then, that you’d see Vio and Shadow happy together and realize that this world isn’t the nightmare you make it out to be. But the entire thing only made you more angry, didn’t it? Why is that, Blue? Why are you holding onto this so tight? Why can’t you—”

“Stop!” Blue shouts, finally turning to face him. Red stumbles backward at the sight of his expression—he’s crying . “Stop. I get what you’re saying. What you’re accusing. I… I don’t want to hurt anyone, I never did, I just…”

Red is at his side immediately, grabbing both of his hands. “Blue, I’m so sorry—”

“No,” Blue interrupts, “I’m sorry. I’ve been sorry this whole time, Red, that’s why I… fuck, I’m sorry, I failed you all.��

“What?”

Red is speechless.

“Please say something,” Blue mutters, avoiding his eyes. His hands are shaking, Red realizes, and even in his state of surprise he squeezes them tight. The first words to leave his mouth are also the dumbest ones:

“You’re so wrong.”

Blue winces. “Way to hit a guy while he’s down.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!”

Red pulls Blue in for a tight hug, something he’s apparently needed for the last two years. “Nobody hates you,” he says, his voice tender and low. “We never have, and never will. Okay, if you killed Shadow, Vio would, but he’d also be justified in that.”

“Fair enough.”

“We don’t think you failed to protect us,” Red continues, taking his time to address each of Blue’s points. “We don’t blame you for what happened at the Palace of Winds or at the wedding. You’re not just the strong one, you’re so much more than that, and you’re good simply because you exist. You don’t let people walk all over you—in fact, I’d say that’s one of your defining features, and something I’ve always admired.”

“You can be kind of a doormat,” Blue teases Red tearfully. “Well, until you’re not.”

“Sorry,” Red repeats.

“It’s fine, I deserved it. It’s not healthy for you to keep all that anger in, anyway.”

Red pulls out of the hug and flicks Blue on the forehead. “Stop comforting me in the middle of my comforting you.”

Blue puts up his hands with a small grin. “Fine, fine…”

“I understand why you haven’t been able to let go of what happened,” Red tells Blue, because now he really does. “But Blue, you never should have felt that way in the first place. We would never just leave you behind—and if we made you think that, we’re the real failures.”

“Maybe we all failed,” Blue says, reaching towards Red’s face like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He pauses mid-action, suddenly flustered, blush spreading onto his cheeks. “It’s just, you’ve got some, uh, tears. On your face.”

“Yes,” Red says. “That happens a lot.”

He gives Blue the smallest of nods, and with a shockingly gentle hand he wipes Red’s tears away. Red raises a hand to grasp Blue’s, holding him against his warm cheek.

“I’ve always wanted you in my life,” Red tells Blue. “But it’s been hard to see you suffering for so long. All I’ve wanted, these past years, is to see you happy and free, just like the rest of us.”

“That’s all I’ve wanted, too. I just didn’t think... I mean, I guess I just didn’t really think.”

“That’s okay. Everyone deals with pain differently. I just wish we could have talked about this sooner, before the whole death-trap murder dungeon thing.”

“Yeah… let’s, uh, deal with that first.”

They help each other to their feet and size up the Dark Mirror.

“So if we’re not breaking it,” Blue says, “how are we getting out of this room?”

“Maybe we’re not supposed to break it,” Red suggests, waving at his own reflection with a smile.

Blue steps closer to the mirror, as if interrogating himself. “Well, what else are we supposed to do?”

His forehead touches the glass and he leans in ever-so-slightly, and then…

Then, he falls right through.

_______

“Blue!” Red exclaims, and Blue wonders why he’s suddenly standing across from him when they were just side-by-side.

“What?”

Red gestures around himself wildly. “You just fell through the mirror!”

“I did?”

Blue examines his surroundings, and sure enough, he’s in a flipped version of the dungeon room. The mirror’s glass divides him and Red, who he realizes with a jolt is out of his reach.

Red jumps as something clatters to the floor behind him, followed by that ever-familiar tune only the Links can hear. Blue watches Red lift up his Four Sword and the two lock eyes.

“Try coming through like I did,” Blue instructs him, and he does. No success.

“If I break it completely, will you be able to come back?” Red asks, looking down at the weapon in his hand.

“It’ll kill Shadow,” Blue says, “weren’t you begging for his life, like, five minutes ago?”

Red looks embarrassed at his own hypocrisy. “I was, but now you’re in danger, and…”

Blue doesn’t have time to unpack what that means.

“And the mirror’s already cracked,” Red adds sheepishly. “It happened when you fell in, and it’s kind of oozing this gooey black stuff, but it’s still intact, so I really think I have to—”

“Just hold on,” Blue tells Red. “Let me take a look around.”

He does, and begins to notice some familiar differences in this strange other reality: dark swirling fog, slightly opaque walls and floors, an unnatural silence in the air… it’s just like when they protected the Village of the Blue Maiden, in the Dark World.

“I’m in the Dark World,” Blue says, and knows in his gut that it’s true. “And the walls look… thinner. I think I might be able to get out of here, or at least see what’s going on outside the room?”

Red looks very anxious about letting Blue out of his sight, but nods. “Just be careful, okay?”

And now Blue feels kind of like an asshole for mocking Vio and Shadow’s dramatic parting. But again, he can unpack that later.

He approaches the wall beside the locked door and takes a deep breath, meeting it head-on—and, holy shit, his body phases right through it. The long hallway is straight-on and clear in the Dark World, and after about fifteen minutes Blue easily makes his way back to the hall with the three doors and four sword puzzle.

There, he finds an extremely concerning scene.

First of all, there are several hinoxes—but they look pretty chill, and Green and Zelda seem fine with them, so Blue decides not to question it.

What really worries Blue is the situation on the floor, where Vio holds Shadow as he grimaces in pain. He looks like he’s on the brink of death, and while everyone else has completely solid physical forms, something like a ghost of Shadow appears to hang off his real body.

Blue looks down at his own ghostly hands and reaches out for the tattered remnants of Shadow’s, well… shadow. And while Real Shadow (and the others) don’t seem to register his presence, the shade does.

“Uh,” Blue asks it, “you good?”

It looks down at Shadow Link being cradled by his husband, and shrugs. “Been worse.”

“Do you know what’s happening to him?”

The shade cocks his head. “Kinda weird that he’s a whole ‘him’ now.”

“What?”

“He used to just be like you, like me… just a shadow. A ghost. A Dark Worlder, through and through.”

“But I’m not a Dark Worlder,” Blue argues, although the fight in his voice is gone. Not-Shadow looks him up and down.

“Riiiiight. Okay, I recognize you now. You came to the dinner party, right, and screwed it up?”

“I think we all screwed it up,” Blue says haughtily, and the Shade presses a hand to its forehead.

“Yeah, no, that rings a bell. You also tried to assassinate me and my husband, too.”

Blue blinks. “I’m confused. Are you Shadow, or are you not Shadow?”

“I don’t know. This hasn’t ever happened to a Dark Worlder before.”

“Okay…”

“Like, I am Shadow. I know you. I actually feel bad for you, did you know that? I’ve wanted to talk to you all night, tell you that I think I get how you feel, at least a little bit. I think we could be good friends, in another world... and look at that, we’re in another world.”

Blue gapes. “Shadow thinks all that? I assumed he’d hate my guts.”

“Nah, that’s just Vio. And he doesn’t actually hate you either, he’s just guilty about his past and you won’t let him forget it. I don’t think it’s the kind of situation where one of you is right and one is wrong, you’re probably just gonna have to deal with the awkwardness and talk it out.”

“So you are Shadow.”

The shade looks down at Shadow Link and shakes his head. “Not anymore, I don’t think. Before, he was just me—a creature of darkness, unable to sustain itself in the world of Light without some kind of tether. I’m referring, of course, to the Dark Mirror. Don’t know if you’ve ever heard of it.”

The shade gives him a knowing grin, and Blue gulps. “Then why is he like that?” he asks, motioning to Shadow’s solid form.

“Well, someone must have cracked the Dark Mirror. It’s not the only one out there—way more have been created to bridge the two worlds—but that’s the one Shadow’s attached to. The original. If it shatters completely, he’ll be disconnected from the Dark World… and me. Honestly, at this point I’m just hanging on by a thread. As you can see.”

“So if it breaks completely,” Blue says, biting the inside of his mouth, “he’ll die?”

The shade meets his gaze, his expression shifting slightly. “Look at him,” the shade says. “He doesn’t need me anymore.”

“You mean…”

“He’s not just a Dark Worlder. Hasn’t been for a while. He’s something new. And even if I leave him, even if the mirror shatters… I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”

Shadow’s shade looks incredibly fond of his solid form, admiring, even peaceful. “I’m proud of myself, honestly. It’s not easy to change your life for the better.”

Shadow in pain, and Blue regrets approximately seventy percent of the mean things he’s said to the guy. “He’s suffering,” Blue observes. “He doesn’t even have to, but he is.”

“It’s only natural he hangs onto what he thought he was meant to be,” the shade shrugs. “Still kinda dumb, though.”

“I know what I have to do,” Blue tells his new friend, and he really hopes he’s right.

_______

“Break the mirror,” Blue tells Red, and Red almost chokes on air.

“Sorry?”

Blue has returned to the Dark World mirror room, something new in his eyes that intrigues Red just as much as it surprises him. He motions to the sword in Red’s hand with a reassuring nod. “It won’t kill Shadow, I promise. It’s complicated, but he’s not tied to the mirror anymore, and I got his permission to shatter it.”

“What—how?”

“I’ll explain later. Trust me, Red.”

Red considers the concept. He doesn’t know much about Dark World metaphysics—that’s definitely a Vio thing—but Blue seems so certain…

“And you’ll be okay too?” Red asks, because he wouldn’t put it past Blue to completely forget his own well-being. “I don’t want you to get, like, stuck in the Dark World or something.”

Blue nods. “Shadow’s shadow told me I’d be able to get out, you can pull me through with the sword.”

Red makes a mental note to ask about the whole ‘Shadow’s shadow’ thing later. “Uh, wouldn’t that hurt your hand? Or my hand?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Red thinks for a moment, and then smiles. “I knew it’d come in handy!”

He trades the sword for his fireplace poker, a much safer object to grip on both sides. Blue rolls his eyes and smiles. “Okay, okay, you were right about the improvised weapons.”

“You know how much I love DIY,” Red says, drawing back the long metal stick. With no further fanfare, he pierces the Dark Mirror right through the center, watching Blue grab the end just as the Dark Mirror shatters completely. Red pulls back and, thank Hylia, Blue re-materializes into the world of light, his body landing a safe distance from the broken glass.

“I’m okay,” he groans as Red helps him to his feet. Red hugs him again, and maybe he doesn’t even need a reason to do it.

“We should find the others,” Red tells Blue. “Make sure Shadow’s okay and everything.”

“Hopefully the door actually unlocked,” Blue says as they walk towards it. “The mirror shattering was too loud to hear the puzzle-solve jingle.”

“Some puzzle,” Red says with a scowl. “I really hope we find Tingle by the end of this. I have some words for him.”

“I’ve got more than words,” Blue says, rolling up a sleeve that must have gotten unrolled mid-dimensional transit.

Red reaches for the doorknob, and—again, thank Hylia—this time it works.

“You’ve got your sword, right?” Blue asks Red before they exit the room. Red slaps a hand on his forehead.

“Right! Thanks!”

He grabs his own four sword from the corner of the room, makes sure he also has his fireplace poker, and turns to Blue with a thumbs-up. Blue, in turn, just shakes his head and smiles.

_______

Blue explains everything as they make the trek back to the main hallway—his visit to the Dark World, the reasoning behind his decision, and the scene they should expect see once they’ve reached their destination. And then they’re at the door, and Blue braces himself, because even though he knows Shadow is okay he won’t believe it until he sees it.

Red opens the door and Blue sees it.

Also, Vio punches him in the face.

“STOP!” Red and Shadow both shout, throwing themselves onto Vio to keep him off of Blue.

“You did this,” Vio huffs, shrugging Red off but relaxing into Shadow’s arms. “He almost died, because you—”

“I specifically asked you not to attack him before he had a chance to explain,” Shadow scolds his husband, thankfully alive and well.

Blue gestures to the obvious. “I didn’t kill him.”

“So Red stopped you before you could. Still makes you a murderous piece of—”

“Actually!” Red helpfully interrupts. “I smashed the dark mirror, not Blue. Sorry.”

This renders Vio speechless, and Blue loves that for him.

Shadow stares down at the hand not gripping Vio’s waist. “Wait… then how am I alive?”

“You don’t remember?” Blue asks him, incredulous.

“Remember what?”

“You—you spoke to me! In the Dark World!”

Shadow cocks his head, his grip on Vio now soothing. “I haven’t been to the Dark World in like a year.”

Blue crosses his arms. “Well, part of you was still there.”

“Was?”

“Was. I talked to it—uh, you—and you told me it was okay to shatter the mirror, because you don’t need it to tether to you the Dark World anymore.”

“Uh, yes, he does,” Vio interrupts, still obviously determined to find Blue at fault for something. “Because I almost shattered the mirror myself, and that would have killed him.”

“It would have back then,” Blue says, meeting Shadow’s gaze. Come on, believe me… there’s got to be some part of you that knows what I’m talking about. “But bridging the two worlds screwed everything up, and now Shadow belongs in the world of light. I don’t know, he put it way more poetically than I ever could.”

“That does sound like me,” Shadow tells Vio, who shakes his head furiously.

“That’s impossible. There is absolutely no scientific or historical precedent for this phenomenon.”

Zelda clears her throat. “There’s also no historical precedent for a Dark Worlder taking over the world of light, or living in it full-time. And you must have noticed that Shadow can stand in the sunlight without it hurting him. Clearly his body is capable of adapting.”

“I think you’re all missing the obvious here,” Green says, motioning to Shadow. “The mirror was shattered, and Shadow is still alive.”

“We don’t know that!” Vio insists. “Maybe they didn’t actually break it.”

Shadow rolls his eyes. “Babe, I love you, but you’re being unhinged.”

“Besides,” Blue can’t help but say, “you can’t possibly be mad at me for not breaking the mirror.”

“At you, Blue, I could.”

“Fucking bite me, Vio.”

Red stomps his foot. “For Hylia’s sake, can you both shut up?”

Blue does, immediately. “Sorry.”

“I’m not—” Vio begins to say, but is cut off by Shadow yanking his ear. “Hey, ow!”

“Sorry,” Shadow tells Blue for him, and then he winks.

Oh, that bastard, Blue thinks. He totally remembers everything.

“I believe Blue and Red,” says Zelda, who looks to Shadow. “Do you?”

“Yep. No question.”

She turns to Green. “And you?”

“Seems as likely as all the other crazy shit we’ve dealt with today.”

And then, of course, she addresses Vio. “I actually don’t care if you believe them, but do you at least agree to stop being a little bitch about it?”

Shadow snorts and Vio looks like a cornered animal. “I’m not crazy,” he says, looking from person to person, and Shadow immediately frowns.

“Oh, hey,” he says calmingly, cupping Vio’s face and meeting his eyes. “I know you’re not crazy. They… they know it too, we’re all just in a very stressful situation and—”

“You don’t to explain it to me like I’m a child,” Vio says, actually ducking out of Shadow’s touch. This should be a conversation between the two of them, and it makes Blue uncomfortable—but then Vio faces him, and there’s something in his expression that Blue hasn’t seen in years.

“I have feelings,” Vio tells him, and Blue swallows dryly. “A lot of them, actually. But do you want to know the most frequent one, by far? Go ahead, guess.”

“Guilt.”

“Wrong. It’s fear.”

“Fear of what?” Blue can’t help but challenge. “You literally rule the world, you’re in the best possible position to keep threats away. And you certainly weren’t worried at your wedding, even with the assassination attempts. From where I was sitting, it looked like you enjoyed showing us how unafraid you were.”

Vio pinches the bridge of his nose. “You needed to see that you couldn’t hurt us. I had to prove... I had to prove, beyond a doubt, that we’d won.”

“Winning sounds lonely,” Green says, and Vio gives him a tired look.

“Yeah, well, I made my choice. And I stand by it.”

Blue raises an eyebrow. “And by ‘choice,’ you mean…”

Vio’s head swivels back. “I wanted to live.”

“What?”

“I love Shadow, and I was scared of losing him,” Vio quickly clarifies, and Shadow exhales. “But I also saw myself in that mirror, thought about what victory would mean, how we’d all end up… back as the Hero, our consciousnesses would cease to exist. We would have died. I would have died. I even said as much to all of you, to convince you to give up the Triforce of Courage, and it wasn’t a lie.”

“You didn’t actually care about how we felt,” Blue counters, although his voice is calm. “I wasn’t afraid of turning back into the Hero. It was my purpose to protect everyone in Hyrule, and you’re the reason I failed.”

“But can’t you see?” Red says, taking Blue’s hand in his own. “Vio was afraid to die because he had a reason to live. He had Shadow. And even though he was being a selfish jerk and could have just talked to us like a normal person, he must have known we all could find our reasons too.”

“And we did,” Green adds, seemingly surprised by his own sentiment. “I mean… I love the ranch. And Zelda loves her work. And Red loves the craft store. And we all love each other, in one way or another.”

Shadow places a kiss on Vio’s forehead and Red squeezes Blue’s hand.

“Now that you know you have nothing to prove… you can have your reasons, too.”

Honestly, Blue wants to tell him, I think I’ve already found one.

Vio clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable but trying his hardest to remain vulnerable. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice cracking with the vowel. “I mean, I’m not sorry for what I did, but I’m sorry that I didn’t give you all the chance to understand. I’m sorry that I did it against you, rather than with you.”

Shadow nods. “I’m sorry, too.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Blue hears himself say, and Shadow’s eyes widen. Then his face relaxes, and Blue is certain Shadow knows exactly what they discussed in the Dark World.

We could be friends in this world, too.

“I forgive you, Vio!” Red says with a big smile. Vio nods with a significantly smaller one, but it’s just as genuine.

“Thanks, Red. You really don’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

Green looks from Zelda to Vio and sighs. “How about this—you cool it with the weird power plays, and I’ll keep coming to brunch.”

“Sounds good to me. And Zelda?”

“Yes, Vio?”

“Sorry for being a little bitch.”

Zelda smirks and nods her approval.

All eyes fall on Blue, except for Vio’s. The King of Hyrule looks at his feet instead, and that pathetic image of his former ally is what finally pushes Blue over the edge.

“Fine,” he groans, reaching out to grip Vio’s shoulder. “I’ll give you another chance, or whatever.”

Vio looks up but remains uncertain. “You don’t have to. I understand that I really hurt you, perhaps even more than the others, and—”

“I’m still gonna give you a hard time, of course,” Blue interrupts with a grin. “And eventually I’ll get you back for that very unnecessary punch after I saved your husband’s life, but that’s going to be a surprise on my terms.”

“That sounds fair to me. Thank you. To all of you.”

Vio’s posture straightens as Blue steps back, giving him space to regain his composure. After all, Blue’s own outburst had only happened like thirty minutes ago—he knows exactly how exhausting unloading two years’ worth of pent-up emotions can be.

“Hey, guys?” Red asks in a tiny voice, so only the other five can hear. “Can someone explain the hinoxes?”

Shadow and Zelda locks eyes and begin to laugh. The rest quickly follow.

_______

As the six prepare to enter the dungeon’s (hopefully) final room, Vio finds a moment to pull Shadow aside.

“Hey,” he says, taking his husband’s hands in his own. “I love you.”

“I know, silly,” Shadow tells him with a smile. “I love you too.”

“Was that true, what Blue said? Did you talk to him in the Dark World?”

Shadow’s expression turns thoughtful. “I think I remember it, but not entirely. It’s like it happened in a dream, or maybe I just blacked out from the pain.”

“Hylia, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“I’m sure Hylia was celebrating my pain, all things considered.”

Vio shakes his head. “You know… I don’t think that’s true. I know it sounds insane, but she may be the reason you’ve been accepted into the world of light. Maybe… maybe we changed her mind, just the tiniest bit.”

Shadow raises an eyebrow. “Vio, are you suggesting that we made the Goddess herself reconsider a fundamental tenet of the universe she created, just by being gay and clever?”

“Well, it definitely wasn’t our affable personalities that did it.”

Vio chuckles and cups Shadow’s face. And that’s when he notices it, the same as it’s been all evening, completely forgotten during this ridiculous ordeal—

The purple scrunchie on his wrist.

Shadow sees it, too.

“Think you’re ready for that?” he asks, wanting Vio to admit it even though he already knows.

“Yeah,” Vio says with a smile. “I think I am.”

He ties up his hair and takes his husband’s hand. Together, Shadow and Vio rejoin their friends.

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