#you have no idea how crazy insane they make me.
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🦕💒 ┊ ༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!
↳ hoo boys x reader ; married life headcanons!
characters in this thread : percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace, frank zhang. ೃ࿔₊•
☀️ sunni’s notes : HEEEEYYY!! GUUUUYSS!! okay, so with my literal requests piling on top w/ one another i dunno why i’m doing this BUT IVE BEEN HAVING THIS HEADCANONS IDEA FOR FAR TOO LONG i need it neow. and i shall be providing <3 so! how would it be to be married to one of the hoo boys? (can yall tell who my actual hubby is) happy reading!! luv ya!! 💝💝
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ੈ♡˳
୨୧ percy jackson bf material? WHAT ABOUT HUSBAND MATERIAL?
୨୧ actually the clingiest hubby ever.
୨୧ it’s probably because of the quests he’s had to endure and go through his whole teenage life..
୨୧ but whenever he’s around, he can’t keep his hands to himself.
୨୧ his hands are either on your waist, interwined with yours, on your arm.
୨୧ “baby, i need to turn the blender on.”
୨୧ “you can still hold my hand while you do that.”
୨୧ probably scared he’ll lose you, now that he has you.
୨୧ the way percy proposed was very intimate and so sweet.
୨୧ you two were babysitting estelle, percy watching you play with her hair and style it.
୨୧ and when you two left the jackson apartment,
୨୧ “i wanna marry you, (name).”
୨୧ ALSO THE WEDDING WAS AMAZING AND SOOO BEAUTIFUL??
୨୧ of course he was crying.
୨୧ this man was bawling.
୨୧ HE WAS CRYING OCEANS.
୨୧ (har har get it!!)
୨୧ he kept telling you how beautiful you looked <3
୨୧ AND HOW LUCKY HE WAS?!? JSBSHBSBS maybe i’ll go insane.
୨୧ will be pretty busy with work / school, but he’ll manage to give you his time through beach trips and dinner dates.
୨୧ you two were actually the first to get married in the friend group.
୨୧ or actually— all of camp.
୨୧ “give it up for mr. and mrs. jackson!”
୨୧ he’ll make you something special in the morning and pack you something in your lunch bag for work.
୨୧ it’s a very much, lovely dovey married life!
୨୧ like this man,, CANTTT get enough of you.
୨୧ MORNINGS ARE THE BEEEST!!
୨୧ besides the baked goods, he always likes to pepper you with kisses and tight hugs.
୨୧ “percy! tight!”
୨୧ “just one more second.”
୨୧ “okay i lied. five more seconds.”
୨୧ loves head rubs,
୨୧ PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN HEAD RUBS.
୨୧ will not waste a second to go and take care of you on shark week or if you’re sick.
୨୧ long drives are the best with him!
୨୧ he’ll never make you drive, and he definitely does that lil stunt over the hood just to open your door.
୨୧ there were moments where a thought of—
୨୧ “he’d be an amazing dad.”
୨୧ would cross your mind.
୨୧ but for now, all that mattered, was your clingy son of poseidon husband and his need for head rubs.
𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 ੈ♡˳
୨୧ IF THERE IS HUSBAND MATERIAL,, there is LEO VALDEZ!!
୨୧ a kissing machine.
୨୧ he was already a crazy pda guy before the marriage,
୨୧ but HE WAS WHIPPED FOR YOU??
୨୧ stealing kisses left ‘nd right like a hermes kid.
୨୧ “okay, gotta go—“
୨୧ smooch!
୨୧ “okay bye le—“
୨୧ smooch!
୨୧ “LEO!—“
୨୧ smooch!
୨୧ makes you so many cute gifts,,
୨୧ mechanical flowers, even just fixing your car for you!!
୨୧ love languages words of affirmation and acts of service go crazy?!?
୨୧ the way leo proposed was very him.
୨୧ but it was so sudden and funny, it was hard not to talk about it and just laugh.
୨୧ you guys went out to the amusement park for leo’s birthday,
୨୧ and he insisted, on going on the rollercoaster.
୨୧ and before the big drop, your hand gripping his,
୨୧ “(NAME) WILL YOU MARRY ME?!?”
୨୧ “WHA— AHHHH!”
୨୧ the day of your wedding, i’m just gonna put this here…
୨୧ THIS!! READ ZURI’S FIC!! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT WENT!!
୨୧ he still gasped during the ceremony as if he hadn’t seen you already.
୨୧ ALSO. this man is actually ‘dancing infront of the refrigerator light’ but instead of the refrigerator light—
୨୧ it’s his work space’s light lamp.
୨୧ he’s seen you naked multiple times right?
୨୧ it’s just the married life way!
୨୧ BUT.
୨୧ whenever you walk out of the bathroom to hurry and grab something, he’s on the bed,
୨୧ he darts his eyes towards you from the tv screen and he whistles and goes,
୨୧ “HOT MAMA IS THAT MY WIFE?”
୨୧ you throw sock piles at him.
୨୧ your house that the two of you share is always echoing with music.
୨୧ it could be the spanish music he grew up with, the music you might’ve grown up with, maybe new songs you both truly love.
୨୧ dates among the two of you are usually at home.
୨୧ sometimes just like game nights of movie nights, and you guys cuddle together like any normal night.
୨୧ you two are very competitive in uno.
୨୧ oh! and smash bros <3
୨୧ but sometimes, something chill like stardew valley or animal crossing keeps you both awake late on a saturday night.
୨୧ “hi mrs. valdez, chicken picotta tonight or pep pizza?”
୨୧ amazing fucking chef.
୨୧ I WILL NEVER SHUT UP HOW MUCH OF A COOK THIS GUY IS!!
୨୧ he cooks, and cleans, only for you, obviously.
୨୧ “hey! kiss the chef, (nickname)! look at the apron!”
୨୧ just two married demi-gods, one son of hephaestus that adores his smoking hot wife.
𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ੈ♡˳
୨୧ the calmest lil hubby ever.
୨୧ he will always find a way to cheer you up, or make you feel better if you ever feel really bad.
୨୧ when you’re prone to anxiety / panic attacks, he is the perfect person to call for.
୨୧ ALSO AN AMAZING SLEEPING BUDDY??
୨୧ he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his nose in your shoulder while you two nap.
୨୧ but! he’s a sleeping-in kinda guy.
୨୧ a GREAT baker.
୨୧ he’ll make you anything you want,
୨୧ cinnamon rolls? done.
୨୧ chocolate muffins? already making ‘em.
୨୧ macarons? you got it.
୨୧ “honey, i’m really craving cupcakes right now.”
୨୧ “got it. i need payment though.”
୨୧ he’d never asked for payment, so you raise a brow.
୨୧ he then leans over his cheek to you, and you giggle.
୨୧ the way he proposed was very creative, and very romantic.
୨୧ it was during a library date,
୨୧ BECAUSE I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT ALL JASON GRACE GIRLIES ARE READERS!!
୨୧ he peeked at the book you were reading, a giggle escaping his lips.
୨୧ it was a wedding scene, and you were bawling.
୨୧ “hey, hey,” he wiped your tears.
୨୧ “what will make you feel better? maybe we should recreate it?” and he pulled the ring out of his pocket.
୨୧ it was a beautiful night for the two of you.
୨୧ the wedding was more private, with only your friends and a few family.
୨୧ his wardrobe consists of lots of button ups.
୨୧ he likes to style you too, you can’t deny, he’s got really nice style.
୨୧ when he works at home, he likes to put you on his lap while he does.
୨୧ “(name), love, try this top with that white skirt i got you.”
୨୧ KRAAAHHH IM KICKING MY FEET
୨୧ there was also this tiktok i saw, of a woman cutting her husband’s hair.
୨୧ AND THE HAND PLACEMENT?!? ITS SO JASON GRACE I AM DECEASED.
୨୧ I CANT FIND IT BUT—
୨୧ when you cut his hair, since, the barber is very expensy!
୨୧ he’ll pull you closer with his hands laced around your hips.
୨୧ if you’re a reader, (which you probably are dont play with me)
୨୧ he will heavily support that hobby of yours.
୨୧ he’ll spoil you like crazy with books.
୨୧ he’ll read to you before bed sometimes, and it’s the most comforting thing ever.
୨୧ or sometimes he’ll just lay his head on your chest and read along with you.
୨୧ well you know! just a son of jupiter and his book-reading, sweet of a wife.
𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 ੈ♡˳
୨୧ SUUUCH HUSBAND MATERIAL.
୨୧ frank zhang is the type to have your photo in his wallet.
୨୧ he will spoil you ROTTEN with your food cravings.
୨୧ and he’s the best person to have on shark week.
୨୧ he will not hesitate to buy his wife her cravings, her needs, and give her all the bear hugs she wants.
୨୧ likes to watch the sunset on your apartment’s balcony with you,
୨୧ his coffee in his hand (with tons of cream), and his other hand on yours.
୨୧ he really couldn’t ask for anything better.
୨୧ the way frank proposed was pretty extravagant, but so romantic and sweet.
୨୧ he asked you to a candlelight dinner date.
୨୧ it was very beautiful, and after finishing up, he popped the question.
୨୧ only to find out everyone in that resturant were your friends disguised.
୨୧ likes to go on your salon days with you!!
୨୧ he’ll get a pedicure with you, and he’ll admire the new nails you got.
୨୧ of course he’ll pay.
୨୧ frank was mostly quiet and collected at home, so stay at home dates were a major part of the relationship.
୨୧ he’d let the world burn for you?
୨୧ 100%.
୨୧ your guys’ apartment is so cozy, all your friends like to crash and just chill out there.
୨୧ (IM SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO WRITE FOR MY BOY I HAVENT GOTTEN TO HIM YET)
୨୧ and there they are!! the son of mars, and his beautiful collected wife.
‧₊˚✩彡. tags! @lavisenri @love-xoxojules @starrynightmovietheatre @canonfeminine @maybxlle @oceanlover3 @lara20aral @chocolatemilkfan @urmomabby @kozumesphone @puffoz @taytaylvr
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you win, i lose
we’re back with these two pathetic little weirdos, who cheered!! another follow up to gimme a hand, bump n’ grind and truth or dare or can be read as a standalone! i think i’m gonna give these two a break for now and work on some other things including some lovely requests i have<3
18+. mdni! smut with a little bit of plot this time! female!reader x eddie munson. no use of y/n. modern au i guess but it is so not mentioned or relevant
eddie sighs, a long, guttural sigh that on reflection, made him sound like a sad little dog.
“what the hell was that for?” barely looking up from your phone to talk to him.
he debates even saying it, terrified that you’d have his balls chopped off for uttering the words.
“don’t you think we’re boring now?” voice wavering as the words come out.
after six months of officially dating, your relationship had started to slow a little. no more making him cum in his pants or sneaky blowjobs in the bathroom at parties. it was sex or it was sleep.
the transition from best friends who shouldn’t be doing this to same old couple had been jarring, especially over the past week when eddie’s felt his dick was on overdrive.
“boring? huh? i don’t think we’re boring? we literally went to a gig tonight,” baffled by his insulting suggestion.
“not like that,” leering up at you from his side of the bed, “i mean.. when we have sex, it’s kinda boring,” shrugging, as if to lessen the blow of what he’d said.
your face crumples, both offence and perhaps a little hurt flash through your features. “wow, thanks eds. no, i actually didn’t think that at all.”
it’s in that moment that he realises, he’s fucked up. majorly.
“w- i’m- shit, no,” shoulders slumping, “you’re taking it the wrong way,” as if there were any other way for you to take it.
“i don’t think so, you couldn’t have been clearer actually,” sending daggers through his skull, “alright,” you place your hands on your hips, “you don’t get to touch me for a week, no kissing, no cuddling.. definitely no sex,” pouting slightly, “since that’s how you wanna be.”
“what?” eddie sits up, at full attention now, “you know i didn’t mean it like that,” fumbling to turn this around.
“i don’t care, you said it,” standing strong, “now you have to live with the consequences.”
his head rolls back against the headboard, immediate regret for anything he had just said.
god only knows if he’d live to survive the week.
-
that night in bed, eddie turns, huffing his frustrations into the pillow. it hadn’t even been twenty four hours yet and he already felt like he was going crazy.
his hand sprawls out over the mattress, edging to touch you, though he stops just before.
“you wanna give up already?” you taunt, staring though the darkness to throw another jab at him.
“no, i don’t. i just wanna cuddle my girlfriend in bed, is that too much to ask?”
“i told you the rules, no.”
“fuuck,” grumbling to himself, “this is stupid,” pouting to himself, in his self-inflicted drought.
“maybe don’t say stupid shit and this won’t have to happen again,” smug and self-righteous as you turn away, leaving him to yearn for just a brush of skin.
-
the party had been a bad idea from the start. eddie had never been so pent up in his life and it had only been three, long, miserable days.
you’d made sure to wear that tiny black dress, the one he really liked. struggling to even keep his eyes on the road on the drive over.
a few beers and a no-contact order could only mean one thing and he was dreading it.
you were adamant on making eyes at him across the kitchen counter all night, driving him literally insane. any other time, you’d have snuck off to the bathroom or gone home early but he knows there is a slim chance of that happening tonight.
you sidle up to him, mischievous glint in your eye as you slide something into his pocket before slinking off again, faster than he can compute.
he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the lacy fabric just enough to realise what it was. quickly spinning on his heel so as to not let anyone else see.
your fucking panties. wrapped around his fingers for everyone to see.
there’s no hesitation about it, excusing himself to the bathroom before anyone could ask what he was doing.
holy shit. you’re fucking crazy. on another playing field completely. eddie almost wishes that he’d asked for your panties earlier, far before you’d decided to play these brutal games with him.
he slides them from his pocket, not before making sure the door was locked for the second time, holding them to his nose, like the freak he truly was.
oh god.
he misses you so bad. he’d take the most boring, uneventful missionary for the rest of his life if it meant you’d never deprive him of this ever again.
it takes a moment for him to regain enough consciousness to rejoin the party, keeping his fingers wrapped tight around the lacy material as argyle prattles on about some crazy new strain he’d discovered.
your eyes sparkle, waiting for him to meet your gaze. but he’s not giving you that. not allowing you the satisfaction of ruining him so badly.
-
the second the van is far enough away from the house, eddie wails loudly in despair.
“that wasn’t fair!” he whines, throwing his head back against the seat of his van, gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.
“it’s totally fair,” you refute, smiling away to yourself.
“no it’s not,” huffing like a petulant child, “i can’t give you my boxers to sniff.. it’s not equal.”
“i’m sorry- you sniffed them?” flabbergasted, “you’re a pervert,” collapsing into a fit of giggles.
“yeah i fucking did,” proud of his perversions, he was the most sexually frustrated he had ever been, sniffing your panties was nothing compared to what he felt like doing.
“weirdo.”
eddie wants so badly to reach over, slide his hand underneath your dress and really take advantage of the no-panties situation. he was getting hard just thinking about it.
it’s crazy how much you insulting him was actually turning him on more.
“please just let me touch you,” he pleads, “i’m sorry for what i said, i need you,” there had been a time where eddie had to make do with getting to feel your touch every couple months, he’s not sure how he ever survived.
three days and he felt like he was about to implode.
not only had he dreamed of your pussy, it had been haunting him in his mundane life too.
stuck under some dusty old car at work, only thinking about how good you felt, ignoring any of the actually important things he had to do.
“nuh-uh, you made your bed, now lie in it,” propping your feet up on the dash, causing your skirt to slide even higher.
eddie couldn’t believe you’d be so evil and cruel, even in his darkest hour you were depriving him of you.
-
at some point in the night, eddie’s brain must have decided that enough was enough. his half-asleep, dream filled mind doesn’t really comprehend what he’s doing, hand snaking around your waist, using your body as leverage to pull himself closer, pressed against your ass.
“eddie.. eddie,” you hush, shaking his arm. “you’re cheating,” voice still hoarse and sleepy.
“i give up,” he grumbles, slowly grinding his hips against your ass, “you win, i lose,” admitting defeat at long last. if only he had sucked up his pride enough to do this four days ago.
“four days.. four fucking days,” you scold, though make no effort to move away from him, “you can’t even last a full week, you loser,” chastising him was music to his ears.
“mhm,” he grumbles into the back of your neck, “keep being mean to me, i love it,” spare hand creeping down to shift your shorts to the side.
you laugh into the pillow, moving your hips backwards against his crotch, “you’re so pathetic,” you goad, only firing him up more.
“oh god,” he groans, still rutting against the soft fabric, “i’m gonna cum right now,” whining into your ear.
“if you cum without fucking touching me, i’m gonna be so pissed off,” your grip tightening on his forearm, almost pinching him.
he huffs into your hair, slowing his rhythm to a complete stop, hastily tugging on your pajama shorts, eager to get them off and his dick wet.
this can’t have been any better on you, really, not only were you punishing him, but yourself too.
your shorts rest somewhere around your ankles as eddie struggles to get his own boxers down, grunting in sheer desperation as his cock aches for you.
his hand slides underneath your tee, pulling it up with his arm, gripping onto your boob for leverage. eddie’s never been one to take control but if he hadn’t, he’s not sure you’d have ever touched him again.
wasting no time in hoisting your leg higher, his already leaking tip nudging your sopping entrance. confirmation that you’d been just as eager for it as he was.
“‘m so hard for you,” pushing himself between your folds, shuddering at the overwhelming feelings jolting through his limbs.
“shit,” you breathe, placing your palm above his as it gropes your fleshy skin.
“need you-oh god.. so bad,” senselessly thrusting his hips, slamming against your ass while the bed begins to rock, thanking his lucky stars that wayne was still at work.
“yeah? tell me, tell me how bad you need it,” gasping for air, your soft, angelic pants fill his tiny bedroom.
eddie groans, aching to please you but also unable to fathom the correct words needed to truly convey his feelings.
“y-you’re all i think about,” tightening his grip on your skin, “at work..” panting his words out between rhythmless thrusts, “at home- fuck oh fuck,” squeezing his eyes shut, hoping to make this last at least a few minutes longer.
nothing had ever felt so euphoric, frying his nerve endings, sending his brain into a hazy state that he just may never recover from.
“fuck,” you grit, clawing at his hand, “missed you so bad,” rolling your head back to rest on his shoulder, showing no mercy to his neighbours with your echoing moans. guaranteed to receive disgusting looks from david across the way for the rest of his life.
at this point, eddie becomes an incoherent babbling mess, eyes pressed shut as his stomach flips and turns in all directions. is now the time to start thinking about having kids?
“let me.. let me cum in you,” driven wild by the thought of filling you up over and over. a rare treat that really only lead to a week of stress for you both, but so incredibly worthwhile.
chanting his name right into his ear, other hand stuck between your thighs, circling your clit with an animalistic ferocity. you’d wanted this just as bad as he did, only you were clearly more strong-willed than he’d ever be.
not a second of this had been boring or anything he ever wanted to miss again. swearing to himself that he’d never be so to open his mouth foolish again.
“y-yeah,” nodding encouragingly, “please,” nearing your own, overdue orgasm.
eddie had been clued on to all the little signs for months now, tightening around him while your moans turned more into whimpers, jaw slack and your eyes rolled back.
“shitshitshit,” he rushes, certain he’d left indentations in your skin, “gonna cum- gonna cum in you,” making sure that you know what you’d signed up for, not that he had much choice.
his orgasm rocks his body, juddering as he paints your walls, howling as the overwhelming feeling washes over again and again. four days of built up energy all coming out in one.
you shriek, “oh god,” your body turning to putty between his arms, trembling as you cum, “mine.. all mine,” cradling his arm in yours, placing half-assed kisses to his neck.
he was, unashamedly so. no one had nor could ever come close to the way you make him feel. dragging him to the lowest levels of his pride just to boost him right back up when you said shit like that.
eddie doesn’t let go, scared that you’ll come out of your haze and get mad about his failed temporary abstinence.
you shuffle round under his grip anyway, face burning and your hair resembling a birds nest, though completely content as his release drips down your leg.
your palm slaps his cheek playfully, “don’t you ever call me boring again,” squishing his flaming hot skin between your fingers, “because you’ll never touch me again,” unsure of whether you were joking or not.
“yes ma’am,” running his fingers down your side, until they reach the curve of your ass, “that’s a promise.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson x y/n
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ok the askbox is open. im taking this opportunity to say ohhhhh im going crazy over the narrative constructed here. specifically with how audience (anon) interaction is intertwined with the main conflict.
because its like.. we are inherently a BAD THING. yes, some of us are actually malicious, but even if we do have kind intentions, and only want the best for ragatha.. just being there is a negative impact that outweighs any positives. we are a parasite, after all. and technically, the only positive action we could do is to simply.. stop engaging. leave the askblog alone. leave ragatha alone. except we could never do that, because we're too curious now, too attached- we want to see how the story continues, how it ends. we cant leave well enough alone, we just have to know. we need to know. so the cycle will continue nonetheless due to our nature. and we have to watch as our main character, the person we're rooting for, gets worse and worse. knowing that its our fault, because we're choosing to engage. we're choosing this path of pain. because we're curious, and that curiosity would kill us if we didn't feed it.
and of course its on a tadc tumblr ask blog of all things lol. no hate btw. im here enjoying it after all! though honestly i say that like this had any opportunity of existing outside of the askblog genre... or even the tumblr landscape itself- i feel like the anon feature itself is also a big part of this sort of narrative, as it allows those actively malicious anons to be even nastier. because it distances us from our actions. like.. we're given a mask, something that obscures our true identities (both to the other askers.. and to ragatha to an extent, as most all look the same to her. who knows, maybe that one supportive anon trying to cheer her up is the same one also encouraging her downfall! she cant tell!)- a thing that wipes our hands free of any consequences. a chance to become faceless and untraceable- so of course some people will indulge. be as horrible as possible. because, hey, its not like you'll be getting any consequences for it! no way to trace it back to you! no way to be held accountable! you can just sit back and watch the fire you made grow higher. more bright. thats the main goal, after all- to make a spectacle! to move the story along and make it exciting! thats the only thing that matters to you. that its entertaining. not the people you'll be harming in the process.
anyways sorry for the fucking. essay. in your askbox. i like talking and also i fucking love dissecting meta-aligned narratives like this. gggrrggrgrgrrrr chewing on this blog like a chewtoy. i hope everyone gets worse and this whole blog blows up!!!!!!!
i can't stop giggling at ' its on a tadc tumblr ask blog of all things ' . this was really originally supposed to just be a silly blog with little story but here we are . you really won't get this anywhere else
i get pretty happy when someone dissects this silly thing so no need to apologize !! i'm my own harshest critic when it comes to this blog so it's often difficult for me to grasp what meaning people get out of this lol truly thank you guys for wanting to see my insane , Unhinged ideas come through
and i love the dissection on the mean anons - a lot of this thing hinges on actions having consequences after all ! every little thing will have an impact on ragatha's mental state . i'll say i think the anons have potential to not be as harmful - as there was a point in the blog's time where they acted more like inner therapists to ragatha than reality-bending beings of chaos ( good times ) . it just really depends on being patient with an actually mentally ill person like ragatha - it does fascinate me how people's frustration with her echoes real life mental health situations .
but yeah thanks !!! i'll be kissing this essay and pinning it on the refrigerator that i call my brain (:
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Hey lovely little gay person in my phone I’m here to make a request
Alright the holy trio that is Janis Damian and reader please
Janis and reader separately going to Damian about their gay panic for each other and Damian tells Janis to shut up and kiss her(reader) already
Janis talking to Damian over a rehearsal/jam session
Reader talking to him in theater or something
I don’t know lol
Playing Cupid
Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader
Warnings: coarse language, fluff
In which Damian literally has to bring his two best friends together because they are too scared to say the words to each other
“Okay, Janis? Why are you bouncing your leg so much?”
Janis chuckles wryly, tossing her phone aside. Damian brings is focus completely to his friend.
“Nothing.”
“Bitch, you are lying. So spill, just tell me what’s bothering you.” Damian looks at her with raised brows.
“Um.” Janis sighs, fingers randomly picking at the strings of her bass guitar to avoid the eye contact. She could feel him staring. “I…need help with how to tell y/n I like her. I’m scared she’ll say no if I ask her out even though we’ve been kind of flirting.”
“Oh dear Lord.” Damian laughs, “I think you have nothing to worry about.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because she’s your best friend?” Damian rolled his eyes playfully.
“Not helping.” Janis puffs out her cheeks, frustrated.
“Alright, then. You tell me— how do you want me to help?”
“I don’t know!” Janis exclaimed.
“Ughhh.” Damian grumbled, “Any ideas on how you’d want to confess to someone you like? Just hypothetically.”
Janis rolled her eyes, “What?”
“Well, how else am I supposed to help if I have no idea what you have in mind?”
“Well—” Janis says hesitantly, fiddling with her fingers, “I always imagined that I’d do it with a song. Of course in my mind, the person has always been y/n.”
“Of course it has.” Damian guffaws.
“Excuse me?” Janis glares at him.
Damian shot her a look, “You aren’t very subtle.”
Janis exhales harshly, getting up and pacing around the garage. “Oh, come on! You literally just told me that y’all have been flirting. And not just kinda.” Damian continues.
“I mean, if you say so.”
“If I say so?” Damian snorted, “Cady literally said to your face: ‘the tension between you and y/n is insane, Janis. Are you sure you guys aren’t more than friends?’ And then, y/n blushed. So please, unless you’ve suddenly gone blind, you’re just plain oblivious.”
“It’s fucking scary, dude.” Janis exhales harshly, “What if she’s just doing it for fun, the flirting? What if she doesn’t feel the same way and she gets freaked out by me and decides to stop talking to me, stops even just being my friend?”
“SHE BLUSHED.” Damian stares at her in disbelief, “y/n blushed— that’s all the confirmation you need.”
“Whatever, I can’t think about it anymore right now.” Janis says in response, grabbing her guitar and starting to play it.
The next day, Damian was in acting class with you. The second he saw how you were rushing up to him, he knew exactly what you were going to ask him. “Oh, you two really are made for each other.” He mumbles. “What?” You squinted at him, puzzled.
“Nothing, nothing. What is it?”
“Never mind.” You shrugged, taking your seat on the floor. He sits down beside you as usual.
“If you say so.” He teased. You sigh, grabbing a script that they were passing around.
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After acting class, you went to get frozen yogurt with Damian. Well, he dragged you there with him. “Okay, I can’t take this. You’re obviously bothered by something.” Damian started knowingly, “Talk.”
“I think I have feelings for Janis.” You muttered, stirring the toppings of your froyo while staring intently at the cup of dessert.
Though annoyed by his friends’ cluelessness, he still listens. “Okay, so…what are you gonna do about that?”
“I don’t even know what to do with myself whenever she looks at me.” You shove a spoonful of the yogurt into your mouth. “I feel like a crazy person, heart beating out of my chest, words don’t come out of my mouth right. So I just shut up now.”
“Oh God.” Damian looks at you, “You are a lost cause.”
“Tell me about it.” You glared at him playfully.
“You’re going to the spring fling right?”
“Of course. With you and Janis.”
“Okay.” Damian shrugs. As he raised his spoon to have another mouthful of the treat, his phone buzzes in his pocket. He glances at you, looking out the window, leaning against the back of the chair fully before he fished his phone out.
He rolled his eyes and bit back a grin. As frustrating as it seemed to him, that feeling was dying down. He was starting to like the fact that he could play cupid. Of course, you and Janis being so clueless helped because he could take full control of it and just give you two the biggest shocks of your lives. And then of course, seeing his best friends finally get together would be so satisfying to him.
“I’m headed to Janis’ after this. You wanna come with me?”
“Janis’? Hell no.”
“Oh, why not?” He jokes.
“I told you why. I’m a fucking mess around her. Been staring at her like a creep too, so no way I’m subjecting myself to more awkwardness. She’s so—”
“Alright, fine. Go home and daydream more about a future with Janis, I suppose.”
You couldn’t help but smile at that. He smirks, and ended up laughing. “I really gotta make this happen, don’t I?”
“What devious plan are you cooking up right now?” You chuckled over your words.
“Wait and see, babe. Wait and you shall see.” Damian tells you, “Rest assured, you won’t be disappointed.”
After both of you finished your desserts, you and Damian went your separate ways for the night. “See you at school tomorrow.” He gives you a hug from the side.
“Good night, Damian.” You hug him back then turn to leave, looking over your shoulder to give him one last wave.
On his way to Janis’, Damian gets them both burgers and fries for their dinner. He lets himself in, knowing that Janis would’ve left the door unlocked. Like always. “Hey.” Damian greeted.
“Hi, dude.” Janis’ face lit up briefly, “Ooh, what’d you get?”
“Burgers and fries.” He answered.
“From the usual place?” Janis peeked into the bags, “Yum.”
“Okay, so…I have an idea for you to make use of to confess.” Damian began, “The spring fling’s coming up. y/n said she’s definitely going, with us. Meaning she doesn’t have a date, and you, should sign up to perform during the dance,”
“Just me?” Janis scoffs.
“I’m not gonna be the one singing her a love song. You are, bitch.” Damian gasps.
“Well— yeah. Wait— a love song?”
“Does she have one she likes?” Damian asked, “Or what’s one you like and feel confident singing?”
“Actually…” Janis got to retrieve a composition book from her desk. “I wrote a little something.”
“Well damn!” Damian’s eyes widened in surprise, taking the book from her. He flips it open to the dog-eared page. “Fuck, it’s good. Janis, this is amazing.”
“No…”
“Janis, it is beautiful.” Damian insists, “We’ll finish this up. You have to sing this for her.”
“You really think so?”
“I’m not gonna play about something like this.” Damian nods, “You two belong together. I mean it. I’m going to whatever it takes to make it happen.”
“Thanks, Damian.”
“Okay, let’s get to work!” Damian declared excitedly, grabbing a pencil from the container near him.
The both of them stayed focus for nearly a whole hour before they stopped working. Janis had to go to the bathroom, and Damian, he gets a text— from you.
“Hey, what are you gonna wear to the dance?”
“I don’t know yet, now that I’m gonna be singing on stage in front of literally the whole school, I probably need to do better than just make changes to last year’s purple suit.” Janis grabs her composition book and pencil again, deep in thought. “You?”
“No idea, girl. We’re cutting it a bit close, don’t you think?” Damian sighs, “I’m might just wear the same suit from last year. Who can tell, anyway?”
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“So, Janis will be wearing purple suit, I’ll get one in a different shade that I like.” Damian explains, “Which means you gotta go for purple too if we wanna match.”
“Oh, yay.” You nodded eagerly, “It’ll be easier for me to think of something now that it’s narrowed down a little.”
“Great. So, how we doing today?”
“Don’t even ask. You already know.” You bit back a laugh.
“Hey!” Janis’ voice made you whip your head around so fast to look at her. “Hey.” You smiled, swallowing harshly. Damian couldn’t help but laugh, earning a squint from Janis.
“Let’s get to homeroom.” Damian ignores that, though. Damian sits behind you, and he keeps seeing Janis steal glances at you. He couldn’t resist sneaking a few pictures that he’d eventually send to you both. Of course, neither of you knew that yet until later on.
The school day went by pretty uneventfully, you’d successfully avoided any snarky shit Regina spews at students around you. As uneventful as it could. Janis was making you feel so damn flustered every time. And she wasn’t even doing anything. Well, nothing out of the ordinary.
The three of you found yourselves in Janis’ garage after class. Once she stepped inside, she immediately panicked and rushed to pick up her composition she’d left scattered on the floor with some pens and highlighters, putting it in her desk’s drawer. You found that a little weird, it wasn’t as if either of you haven’t seen the contents of the book before. But hey, you weren’t going to ask because Janis was a little weird. Though, a very cute weirdo in your eyes.
“Let’s just watch a movie and play some games. What else do we do anyway? Get high?”
Janis laughs heartily, “That is true, though. What else do we do really? Eat, watch movies, play some games, jam out, sometimes— we get a little high.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way, bitches.” Damian sighs with a laugh, “Sit down. Whose turn is it to pick a movie?”
“Her.” You and Janis said in sync, pointing at each other.
“Jesus.” Damian took in a deep breath, “Ladies, only one of you is right.”
“You can pick.” Again, in sync.
“Rock, paper, scissors. Whoever wins, picks.” He decided. Janis wins, so she picks. She picks one of your favourite movies. Damian immediately notices, secretly squealing at this little gesture.
Since it was Friday night, you stayed over. Damian said goodbye and good night then, he leaves. “y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow for acting class. Then we will see you at the mall, Janis.”
“See ya, g’night.” You gave him a little smile.
“See you tomorrow, dude. Night.” With that, Janis shuts the door.
Now alone, Janis didn’t really know what she wanted to do. Even though she was the one who asked you to stay over. “So…” Janis clears her throat nervously, “What do you wanna do?”
You took the risk and sat closer to her. You haven’t been able to bring yourself to do that in the last few weeks at least without feeling like your heart might jump out of your chest. She doesn’t resist, letting you lean onto her. “I dunno.” You answered, leaning your head on her shoulder, “I’m sleepy.”
“Maybe we should just get to sleep.” She says softly and you feel her eyes on you so you don’t look up like you usually do.
“I can sleep. You can do whatever you want if you aren’t tired.” You chuckled lightly knowing that she was a night owl.
She smiles but you don’t see it, somehow, she’s guided you to lay your head on her lap without you even realising it until you had your head in her lap. “Go to sleep. I’m gonna stay up for awhile and just work on a piece I’ve been trying to complete.”
“Okay.” You said back, barely audible. “Sorry, I gotta go grab that book from my desk.” She gives you a sheepish smile. You moved and let her get up, “Get back here though.”
‘Oh, shit. Why? Why’d I say that?’ You mentally slapped yourself for your bluntness.
She laughs, turning her head away from you for a second, “I’m just gonna be a sec, y/n.” Janis grabs a pen along with the book and came back to the couch. You’d began to doze off while she started working on whatever that was. “Good night, Janis.” You say, snuggling against the couch cushion.
“Good night.” She says, looking at you. Then, she leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes nearly shot open at that, but you kept them close to avoid the increasing nerves. And obviously, avoid getting caught freaking the fuck out. Were you happy? Oh, fuck yes. You just…cannot believe it.
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Soon, the day of the spring fling came around. The three of you showed up to school, together in matching purple outfits— Janis and Damian were wearing suits, while you, wore a dress. They slipped away to go prep for their performance, leaving you alone in the front of the crowd. You stood there, watching them get ready with a cup of fruit punch in hand and your phone in the other. You naturally snapped a few photos of them along the way, and the whole place. It was something you usually did. So it wasn’t just that you wanted to keep photos of Janis.
“Good evening, North Shore.” Mr. Duvall took the mic after some time, “Welcome to the spring fling. Seniors, this will be your last one. Make good choices, make great memories. To kick things off, we have a performance by Janis ‘Imi’ike, singing a song that she wrote herself— ‘Feels Like Home’. Accompanied by Damian Hubbard on the piano. They will also be your emcees for the evening.”
Students around you started speculating who the song was about, but a few of them knew it was for you. Cady and Gretchen specifically, who were actually standing right near you. The dead giveaway, was Janis looking at you as she sang, any chance she could.
You couldn’t fight the tears for long, eventually just giving in and weeping while you watched them perform. Having Janis sing pretty much directly to you. “Oh, my God.” You sniffled, swiping your tears away.
“This is so sweet.” Cady remarked. You nodded, tears falling from your eyes without an end or regards for other students who may have been looking at you.
A few minutes later, the song ends. She thanks the crowd and introduced the next act before getting off stage. You weaved through the crowd to locate her and immediately tackled her with a hug, still in tears. Janis breaks away, holding your face in her hands, crashing her lips onto yours. A shocked as you were, relieved and pure joy washed over you when she did it. You instinctively kissed her back, smiling into the kiss.
“Oh, finally. It’s exhausting trying to play cupid.” Damian commented when you and Janis broke away eventually. She laughs and so did you. “I guess we owe you a thank you.” Janis hugs him from the side. “Oh, yeah. Big time— but this is more than enough. Seeing you two finally realise your feelings for each other and get together. I was this close to yelling at you to just kiss her already.”
“I did.”
“I know. You just did.” Damian laughs.
“Not right now.” Janis confirms.
Damian gasps dramatically, “What? When?”
“We uh— last weekend. Got a little drunk and um, did more than that actually.” Janis revealed. Damian was damn near getting a coronary on the spot. “No wonder y’all left me on delivered for like two hours. Damn! Looks like I was wrong, y’all aren’t that clueless after all. Love that we are so past the TMI stage that you can just tell me that so casually. Nearly blacked out, but you go girl.”
You stood behind Janis and hid your face in her shoulder. She laughs, wrapping an arm around you. “Look at that, so cute.” Damian gushed, looking at Cady and Gretchen.
Gretchen squealed, walking closer, “That was such an amazing performance, Janis. We loved it.”
“Aw, thanks, Gretch.”
“You two look adorable together.” Cady says, “I’m glad you two finally are together now.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, we knew. It was infuriating watching you two flirt all the time and not realise the flirting.” Cady told you.
“Sorry to put you through that, but here we are now.” Janis couldn’t stop grinning, “Let’s go get some drinks, shall we?”
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It’s 2 in the morning. I need to sleep lmao🤡 my sleep schedule is so wrecked.
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tastes like (he) might be the one
an: So this post made me feel some things and the drabble I started out underneath got wordy enough that I decided not to fully hijack the post.
Tommy is just now realizing has no idea how to prepare a meal.
Evan had told him where the spare key was and Tommy had wanted to do something nice for him but he is a forty year old man with NO concept of how to make a meal.
What do you put in a salad? Kale goes into the bowl and he finds Evan's cheese grater and a Romano wedge, but there's no bread around and Tommy eyes the bag of premade croutons in his pantry with unease before he calls it good.
The caprese is easy, he's made it a million times, a quick snack that reminds him of afternoons on his grandmother's back porch, drinking the thimble of espresso she'd allowed him while she spoke in her heavily accented voice.
He doesn't actually know how to tell Evan he's avoiding gluten without disappointing him, yet, (God he's down bad, the thought of Evan's bright smile faltering a bit like he's disappointed he hadn't thought to ask makes Tommy want to launch himself into the stratosphere) so he throws the pan of lasagne back in the oven on low and just... takes a deep breath.
Evan won't be back for at least another hour, though, and Tommy is fighting the itch to snoop, so he takes a quick glance at the supplies on hand and ends up whipping up the stracciatella recipe his mom had used to make him when he was sick. He's halfway through prepping it when he realizes he's fucking insane, but it's too late now.
The text hits his screen before he can contemplate hiding the evidence of the soup.
Be there in twenty.
So Tommy stirs, and rubs his suddenly sweaty hands on his thighs, and then he stares at the disaster he's made of the kitchen and starts sweeping things into the sink.
Evan, Eddie, everyone always thinks he's so cool, but the reality is that behind closed doors he's a fucking disaster and his head is a jumble of nerves. This is too much. Cohesively, it might make some semblance of sense in the range of 'this is all vaguely italian' but a minestrone would have been better, he just hadn't had the time. This is too much -- too much food, too much effort, too much like ripping open his chest and guiding Evan's hand to wrap around his pumping heart and squeeze.
The locks on the doors tumble open just as Tommy is drying the cutting board, and Evan presses in with a tired smile.
The smile goes wider at the sight of his table, laid out in some semblance of order Tommy doesn't remember, but it had made sense at the time.
Be cool, Kinard, Tommy thinks to himself, but he can't help but melt a little when Evan tosses his keys carelessly to the side board and then slides across the room, no unease in his face as he sidles up, hands curling around Tommy's hips, head tilted in the way Tommy absolutely knows is a flirt, now.
"Hey."
Tommy blinks. He's disarming, unreal, Tommy has known him for barely any time at all but he'd bend over backwards to make that smile stay on Evan's face forever.
"Hi."
Evan's thumbs are playing with his belt loops, and his grin dimples his cheeks, and suddenly he's slightly less alarmed that he'd cobbled together a disaster of a three (four?) course meal like a crazy person.
Tommy wants to hand him his spare key back. He also wants to grab his key ring and add the spare to it, full eye contact going while he tucks it in between the truck key and his own house key. He wants to bite Evan's neck, and tug him into his chest and never let go, he wants -
"Smells good in here. Did you make something? You didn't have to make anything, I would have -."
"I wanted to," he manages, around the blinding flare of Evan's smile.
Tommy is cool as a fucking cucumber. Evan presses his lips to the junction of Tommy's jaw, darts around him before Tommy can reciprocate. Grabs two wine glasses from a cabinet and when Tommy turns to look at the broad expanse of his back, Evan has his head ducked bashfully, and Tommy can see the edges of his grin, the swell of his cheek in profile.
At least he's not alone in this, Jesus.
Evan pours them wine, fingers curling around Tommy's. He stares at the meager offerings on display, and Tommy can see him ticking off serving utensils in his mind. He doesn't say a word about the monstrosity that is a kale and Romano salad (???), just dances around Tommy again, wine glass balanced in his hand, to grab some dressing from the fridge.
"Hey, there are oven mitts in that top drawer, there, can you grab the lasagne? It's gluten free, Chin mentioned something about you avoiding it?"
Tommy contemplates sinking to his knees right there in front of his sad sack salad. Why hadn't he looked for ingredients for the caprese first?
Instead he pulls the lasagne out, lays it out across the wicker hot pads he'd set out earlier. The moment it's securely on the table, Evan presses fully against his back, and Tommy wonders if he should have stopped to get flowers. Or condoms.
Both, probably.
"Did you make me soup?" he asks, lips pressed to the knob of Tommy's spine.
"From what I hear you've had a rough day. Soup always makes a rough day better." He wishes his wine glass was still in his hand, and not next to the oven where he'd left it. He twists to face Evan and Evan gives up zero ground, toe to toe and a delighted little gleam in his eye Tommy knows is going to get him in trouble one day.
"Hi," Evan says, again, and Tommy curls a hand around his hip and drags him half an inch closer.
#sorry you can't tell me tommy isn't secretly an overthinker#also sorry for the terrible BE lyric title but not actually sorry#bucktommy#bucktommy fic#911 fic
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GUYS the new malevolent is insane so i just thought i'd drop my notes in here✍️ ENJOY it's a lot
freaky ahh cavern
😦😦😦
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!
the man is bathed in darkness👹 john thats racist
mf literally been crucified this is so arthurs religious trauma
that is not what bones sound like i think
shes so me awful posture
me at 4am in the kitchen looking for a snack
WAIT oh yuck :/
HAHA THEY'RE IN HIS NOSTRILS
PRINCE MENTIONED
car accident thats so season 1
this is kind of like a hat in time maybe
omgg a witch :3
arthur survives the wildest shit but i think a mcdonalds sprite would kill him
AAAHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!!!😨😨 YUCK YUCK EW EW RAAAHHH
WHAAAAAT
cant we only do allat to corpses
omg spit it out john
YEAAHHHH HES DEAD
🤭🤭🤭YIPPEE I KNEW IT
omggg thats so janey :33
hes bein puppeted by the maggots thats crazy
STOP TELLING HIM TO KILL THINGS HAHA
omgg kaynes dagger <33
how can this mf be helpful
this is so tmp a bit
rotten flesh mentioned minecraft ref
HAHA WHAAT THATS SO GROSS
the maggots be like i have your fucking eyes👹👹👹👹
OMG WHAT THE HELL zombie arc
claustrophobia again
imagine harlan recording this
omg that's so sexy 🔥🔥 decapitated his ass
HAHA WE'RE ONLY 11 MINUTES IN??
LMAO john stop saying things
YES JOHN it WOULD have been helpful to know this guy didnt have any eyes
"this isnt new york anymore" thank god amiright
his head between our legs🤨
its so funny how he calls it a pinky. didnt someone on tumblr say john wouldnt know finger names
im surprised arthur still has a shirt
the flesh feels stiff😟
this guy is still alive😦 or. dead. i guess
arthur is like weirdly normal about this guy being a zombie. i know hes seen shit (no he hasnt) but come on
faroes song ☹️
YEAHH PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTHH💪
oh what😐 the prince🙄
what did he sayy
oh gross come on guys😮💨😮💨😮💨 at this point just put it in your own mouth
"id like to think this is the most insane thing we've ever done" 💀
teehee they dont wanna seperate :3
YEAH! AND FAROE
"everyone we've ever loved" weak. also john doesnt care about anyone but you
"we cant afford to not use every resource anymore" HAHA this is so funny because didnt you throw away everything youve ever owned last episode
yippee welcome back vanguard :3
nothing😟 WAIT YIPPEE :3
WELCOME BACK VANGUARD‼️☝️
omg names mentioned
wait. yorick? llorick? thats the thing arthur said
its not lorick that was the guy from the dreamlands
WOAH WAIT WOAH HUH
hey what the fuck did that mean😀
omg what. rumpelstiltskin
HAHA hes so loser
OMG wait they said stanzyck right
ofcourse anna is dead bruh we were never gonna meet her
arthur and john both being "kings"😟
this tooth is so silly🥰
everyones walking over arthur today💀
they're so miscommunication <3
hey😀 hey whats that sound
DONT SAY IT ugh the prince
"ahh yes :3"
OH😨😨😨😨 A WHAT
SHUT UP🗣️👹 HAHA THATS SO SILLY
this guy is so kayne. and a bit autistic
wait r we just carrying around this skull
bro arthur sounds so tired
ooo this would go hard as a cosplay
i cant believe he has a belt
EUGH YUCK😦
ooo the black stone perchance?
ok i guess not
omg god forbid a girl has hobbies🙄
"im not saying its not risky. what im saying is, it might be worth the risk" that line goes hard
arthur agreeing to this is like a dad saying "okay fine we'll go to mcdonalds🙄"
no reward without risk✊💥
"we're in the lion's den already" "it is a hag's womb👹" HEHEHE
HAHA SILLIES HEHEHEEHE🤭🥰
oooohh johnn 😶🌫️
OH 😦 ohhh 😀 u have his memories
clever girl
"thanks yorick😐" "you too my king🤗" "shut up🙄👹"
yorick is so me absolutely no sense of social cues
ofcourse we'd encounter a witch here it was so obvious
"try to keep straight" pff
did john say im serving
hey yeah maybe dont go towards the light😀
LMAO LOOK AROUND? foul
when is the jumpscare happening
i have no idea what he's saying
"too much to make out" MAKE OUT?🤭
LMAO he doesnt know
pregnant meat☹️⁉️
hey i thought asking the vanguard questions would have a price🤨😀
imagine if he just crushed that zombies skull like its a good thing we just decapitated him
hes literally describing my room
you're my eyes☹️
they're acting as if the lighter would give us much light
omgg shes a little interior decorator
tapestry lore!!💪
five minutes left whats gonna happen
wuh ohhh somethings gonna happen
THE STAIRS ARE GONE!!!😬
ur literally in her home leave her alone
his ass is panicking
this is so part 18 the madness
we're trapped :( :(
"ingenious decision king🤓" "SHUT UP👹"
SPRINT!!!!!! 🏃🏃🏃🏃
OH???? 😦😦😦😦 WHAT
IMPALED???M???MNFJREJSJ HUHH
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omggg he got marcy'd
i saw fanart of this but i lowkey couldnt tell if it was a spoiler or not💀
hot take but if he got bitten by that zombie he could prolly survive this
HUHHH bro this is like part 27 the roots. he was less dramatic about it this time tho
bro yorick finally shut up💀
sooo where did he get impaled. like if in the heart hes cooked😬
#raaahhhhh#i had SO many thoughts#unreal#malevolent#malevolent podcast#arthur lester#john doe#john doe malevolent#yorick#yorick malevolent#malevolent part 42
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Illusion
Media - Doctor Who (The Lodger Episode)
Character - The Doctor (11th)
Couple - The Doctor X Reader
Reader - Y/n (Companion)
Rating - Flirty
Word Count - 2857
The doctor bounced around his room, jumping on the bed, still getting accustomed to his room. He had been a lodger with the human Craig for about three days and was already losing his mind pretending to be a human. Of course, The Doctor wasn’t exactly the best at being a human, unsure of the human ways and habits. All the little things that wouldn’t make him look insane so was having to check in very regularly with his human companion back in the Tardis.
"Honestly? As if being trapped here on Earth wasn't bad enough, I'm starting to think I've gone crazy having to listen to the neighbours screaming at each other for days on end over the most mundane of things!" he complained, "How about you? I'm going to assume that you're having a much better time back at the Tardis,"
"Welcome to humanity." she giggled, "Tardis is fine,"
He sat back up and stared at the walls around him for a good five seconds before letting out another groan, he felt like banging his head against the wall, "Y/n, do me a favour and start doing something useful, I desperately need something to keep me distracted or I'm going to start screaming,"
"Why not read a book?"
The Doctor let out a frustrated sigh before he rolled onto his back and groaned loudly. He glanced over at his small bookshelf before rolling over to the edge of his bed and grabbing the nearest book on it. "I've read all of these already, and nothing that came out since has held my interest!" He flipped through the pages of the book,
"Write a book?"
He slammed the book shut and threw it across the room in frustration, "I'm better at doing stuff, like exploring the universe!" The Doctor suddenly perked up as an idea popped into his head "Or, I could build something, or explore some of the buildings here in the city, anything with more action than sitting on my sofa staring at the walls all night because no one here is interesting!"
"Why don't you do the human thing, order a takeaway, drink a beer, and watch crap TV?"
"Absolutely not! I think I'd rather claw out my eyes then watch old reruns of the old Eastenders, and reality TV! Give me anything else that isn't that or Love Island for the love of all time!" He shuddered at the mere thought of having to watch shows like that... He absolutely hated the idea of it
She giggled, "Well... How about I put the Tardis into a safe orbit mode, and come down? Help to sell the illusion you’re really a human if you actually interact with someone, and I'll come to keep you company we can get some food in, and have a drink," she suggested "I get to show you the fun of a human evening,"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow as he thought about it for a moment. On one hand he really hated the idea of doing any of those things, but he supposed it was better than spending a night watching Love Island of all things so he begrudgingly gave in. "...Fine! I suppose I can suffer through an evening of acting like a regular human and all the pointless things they do at night like drinking alcohol and stuffing their faces with bad food."
"All right be there in five," she rang off,
The Doctor quickly got up from the edge of his bed and quickly started tidying up the small bedroom he had to make it look like an actual human lived there. He stuffed anything that would look odd and alien underneath the blankets. A book here and there along with just some general random stuff that would give away his secret. Just a couple of minutes later he had managed to get rid of most of the things before hearing a knock at the door,
The Doctor quickly rushed towards the door, reaching it just before Craig, He put on his best happy smile and quickly opened the door up. He was greeted by the sight of Y/n in front of him, looking every bit as ordinary as him.
Y/n smiles in her little blue dress and black tights one of her usual outfits giving the doctor a hug to help sell the illusion of two normal people who knew one another "Hey!"
"Hey! Come on in then, I was starting to get bored to death in here without you,” He quickly returned the hug, though his focus wasn't on the hug... he couldn't stop staring at her outfit, especially at the tights she was wearing ...That definitely... made things harder considering how her outfit looked with every move she made. He quickly tried to shake the thoughts out of his head and just act casually.
"uhhh who is this?" Craig asked curiously,
"Oh! Right, this is my... er..." The Doctor glanced over at Y/n for a moment before giving a smile, "Girlfriend! Yes, girlfriend. She's my girlfriend!"
"ohh..." Y/n blushed a little not expecting that to be his excuse, "Hi, Y/n" She introduced herself to Craig the two met and had a small chat about things as people do her normal human way giving the doctor's human persona a much better chance of being believable,
"How on earth do you put with him?" Craig laughed,
"Ohh you know... I love him" she answered giving the doctor's cheek a kiss,
The Doctor couldn't help but blush a little bit as Y/n kissed his cheek, he was very surprised by how convincing she was at pretending they were actually a couple. The entire thought of her being that convincingly believable made him feel a slight fluttering in his stomach which for someone like him...was unusual. He continued to smile, though it was a little strained from how uncomfortable he was starting to feel being around two regular humans and having to pretend he was just like one of them.
Luckily Y/n knew he was feeling uncomfortable so managed to skirt them away towards his bedroom but Craig stopped the doctor before he could follow her
"Hey, uhh look no issues with you having your girlfriend over but you know maybe... Give me a heads up next time?"
The Doctor glanced over towards Y/n before looking back at Craig and nodding his head. "Oh yes, yes. Next time I'll make sure to mention that she'll be coming over, my apologies." He gave a small apologetic smile, but he secretly just wanted to get out of that conversation and spend time in the bedroom with Y/n.
"no problem, I'm heading off to the pub anyway so... You have fun" Craig winked,
The Doctor gave a small nod before immediately heading over towards the bedroom with Y/n. Once he was inside he let out a long sigh as he closed the door and leaned back against it. "Remind me never to do something like that again! Having to act normal for so long for people is hard."
She giggled "thanks?" She sounded fake offended sitting on the bed,
"You know what I mean!" The Doctor rolled his eyes playfully at her as he walked further into the room. He went over to his bed and sat down by her, letting out another long sigh before glancing over at her "So, since this is supposed to be a 'normal human night'... What are we supposed to do first? Watch rubbish on TV or order food that will give us a heart attack?"
"rubbish TV, order food, drink beer, and make terrible decisions" she smiled
He glanced over at her his eyes once again drawn to her outfit and those tights again. "I really don't understand human fashion..."
she chuckled, "What about it?"
"It just looks... uncomfortable. That's all. Just look at the tights you're wearing. You've got to squeeze into them like a sausage!" He looked her up and down for a moment with a small frown on his face while still having issues taking his eyes away from the tights.
"Thanks Doctor!" She said slightly more offended,
The Doctor immediately realized his mistake and shook his head immediately, reaching out gently to take her hands into his. "No, no, no! I didn't mean you! You look lovely, really! I just... I just don't understand how it's even comfortable to wear things like that. And it makes everything so much more difficult for me to focus..."
"you wear a suit and bowtie everyday doctor I'm not sure you can really comment on comfortable outfits besides I like my tights"
"... Fair point, though in my defence those outfits are very fashionable and comfortable! And your tights are... very distracting." He gave a small laugh but he couldn't take his eyes off the way hers were wrapped around her legs as she moved.
she chuckled "You rather I take them off?" She raised an eyebrow,
The Doctor's eyes widened slightly as his mind suddenly became far more empty as the words left her mouth. He stared at her for a moment or two before he mentally slapped himself and quickly shook his head. "... No! I... That's not at all what I meant! I just... they're... distracting! That's all!"
"you are spending too much time down here" she giggled leaning on his headboard "you're becoming a bit too human..."
The Doctor leaned back onto the headboard as he took a sip of the beer, still staring at her legs and those tights. At this point he was completely mesmerized by the way they looked against her skin. "What does that even mean?" The Doctor finally managed to tear his gaze away from her legs and looked over at her, forcing himself to focus on what she was saying for once.
"you’re become predictable. Like a human man."
A look of complete shock immediately took over the Doctor's face in response to her words. He suddenly looked genuinely offended as he looked over at her. "I am not predictable! Predictable? Me? I am the least predictable person you'll ever meet! There is nothing predictable about me at all!" He glared directly at her, not at all happy with how she had labelled him. He clearly did not like being thought of as predictable in the slightest.
"you are becoming predicable down here" she smiled "you’re slowing down... Acting more human"
The Doctor's expression softened after she said that, he went silent for a few seconds, the truth of what she was saying slowly sinking in. He leaned back against the headboard and took another sip of the beer before speaking again. "Maybe... Maybe you're right. Time Lords aren't exactly used to being human. I never wanted to be human... I never wanted to think like one, act like one..." He frowned for a moment before turning his gaze to look at her.
"well it won't be long just till you figure this thing out. Then you can come back to the Tardis and we can go off wherever you need to get back to, an unpredictable, madman with a box that I love so much" she cooed laying her head on his shoulder
A small, genuine smile appeared on his face as she laid against him. He gently put his arm around her and held her close, leaning against her with a happy sigh. "Once I'm myself again, the first thing I'm going to do is take us somewhere completely unexpected. I think it's a good time to finally show you Gallifrey." A look of deep contemplation appeared in his eyes as he looked down at her. He could practically feel his heart pounding.
"... Really?!" She sat up looking into his eyes "You... You would take me there? But you always said you've never taken any companions there?"
"Yes... I... I will. I'm going to show you my home, I never said anything but now... I want you to see where I came from." He smiled gently, his gaze not leaving her.
Y/n trembled a little tears welling up in her eyes "But... You've had so long, so many other companions you could have taken and ... It's me? I get to go?"
The Doctor nodded his head without an ounce of hesitation in him. "You! Who else would I want to show Gallifrey other than you? You matter most to me." As he continued to look at her, he could see the tears starting and that immediately made him smile even more. "I'll show you everything I can... I'll show you how beautiful the orange skies of Gallifrey are. I'll show you the mountains and the rivers. Everything."
She hugged him tight squeezing him in her arms as she cried tears of joy "Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll be on my best behaviour, I'll listen to everything you say, I'll be good and follow all the rules and you can pick my outfit before we go just to make sure!" She began rambling,
The Doctor hugged her back just as tight, holding her securely and smiling happily as he did. He gently pulled her onto his lap and held her against him, rubbing her back as she let out all of her emotions on him. "I'll make sure you have the best experience you could ever imagine while we're there. I'll hold your hand the entire time, you won't even have a chance to misbehave."
she nodded excitedly "okay!"
He gently reached over and brushed a few of her tears away while resting his other hand on her thigh, gently and absentmindedly rubbing her leg a bit. He looked at her and had a small twinge of guilt come to him as he finally realized just how happy she was to share in such an intimate moment with him.
she giggled looking down at his hand "I should wear tights more often"
The Doctor immediately realized what he was doing and shook his head, instantly removing his hand with a flustered look on his face as he leaned back against the headboard. "No! No no, I... I need to get my brain under control. Focus on something else, anything..."
She giggled grabbing his hand and putting it back on her thigh"very common human thing, to watch TV and cuddle" she smiled nuzzling into his chest
He groaned softly as she placed his hand back on her thigh. He wanted to argue against it, but he really didn't want to. He stared at her with a slightly pained frown as he once again started gently rubbing her leg. "Cuddling is a human thing, you're right." He paused for a moment pulling her thighs a little so she sat in his lap before continuing in a mumbled tone. "Though I think I'd rather watch you instead."
She giggled a little about to speak when the bedroom door suddenly opened and in a rush of sudden thought Y/n remembered they had to look like a human couple so immediately grabbed the doctor by the neck and pulled his lips to hers immediately starting a heavy make out as if they had been doing this for hours, He instinctively put his arms around her, wrapping them around her waist and kissing her back, his tongue gently sliding into her mouth. He didn't even react as Craig opened the door, too caught up in what he was doing.
Frankly, her already being in his bed and sitting on his lap was likely enough to sell the illusion already but the kiss was just the sugar on top,
"Ohh uhh? Sorry for interrupting -" Craig began,
After a few moments of intense kissing, the Doctor pulled away from her for a moment to catch his breath. "Hello, Craig! What's up? Can't you see we're a little busy?" The Doctor quickly said before immediately pulling Y/n closer.
"Right yes sorry just uhh going out I'll be back later. I'll lock the door." Craig nodded a little awkward
"That's fine, no worries! Have fun, we'll probably still be here all night." He quickly went back to kissing her afterwards, gently biting down on her bottom lip.
Craig nodded and shut the bedroom door heading out to go to the pub,
The Doctor was completely caught up in the kiss, completely focused on the taste of her lips, how good she felt sitting in his lap, how wonderful those tights were still looking... His mind was going a mile a minute while his hand gently and absentmindedly started going up her thigh before he even realized what he was doing.
She blushed hard and kissed back the kisses now turning into a hot and heavy make out her voice moaned into his mouth, his mind exploded from the sound alone. He suddenly couldn’t think about anything but her, completely focused on this new feeling that was overtaking him. He deepened the kiss in response, pulling her closer and running his hand slowly up her back before gently biting down onto her lower lip.
#eleventh doctor#the doctor#doctor#doctor who#doctorwho#matt smith x reader#mattsmith#the doctor x reader#doctor x reader#11th doctor x reader#11thdoctor#11th#11th doctor
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All right I just need to be insane. About my music playlist and also my rat grinders playlist. Which I will never leak to the public
This is one that should be pretty self-explanatory, though it's not explored in Canon because cowardice.(Joking) I constantly think about the fact that both Oisin And Ivy remember BITS AND PIECES of junior year whereas Ruben remembers nothing. Can you imagine the uncomfortable distance that is placed between all of them. Both of them being afraid of both making Reuben remember the things he did. And Ruben remembering the things they did.
Also especially if the assumption that how willing they were to give into their own rage is how much they remember. Oh boy Lord.
Also I just cannot imagine that Ruben isn't at least somewhat traumatized from the Wanda Childa dreams because objectively that shit is mental torture. If someone came into my dreams as the person who perpetrated torment against me. And told me that I need to take the fall for it I think I would need therapy forever actually.
I'm literally taking a chill pill art wise so I can have enough energy in July to absolutely go crazy with an a rat grinders animatic to this song because God damn it do I love Tyler the creator so much. AND I LOVVVVEEE THE RATGRINDERS!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THESE LOSERS!!!!
Buddy dawns murder. Must I explain further. I mean I will. One of the background vocals is "there wasn't any other way" and that ABSOULTELY makes me think of KipperLilly. But also the fact that the helioic faith is so extremely one note!! There's only one path for the followers to take and that is for them to get prepared to die. Being "lamb to slaughter" in that way.
Kipperlily Copperkettle you deserve so much better. I think a lot of people disregard the fact that especially when you're a teenager. These negative feelings can boil up to the point that you resort to apathy and rage as your main emotions. It feels like an all-consuming black hole. And you are searching for a solution. And you are searching for company. You're searching for someone who's willing to suffer with you. To be in the same boat as you and to understand you. And I think in some way Kipperlily did that especially with Lucy. I am a firm believer in the idea that she had Lucy killed because she wanted a person who would understand her like that. To me at least it feels like Kipperlily was trying to form that sort of connection with the entire party. But only really found it with Lucy. Even despite her efforts. I love you complicated woman
Also entirely off topic I think ivy would enjoy Chappell roan. Ratgrinders have a girls night + Mazey and ivy is putting the WORK in. Kipperlilly will not admit it but shes having a good time and Lucy's clapping along to the best of Hot to go. I think these girls deserve a night to enjoy themselves. No one expects it but Mary Ann DOES indeed know all the words to red wine supernova.
#dimension 20#d20#kipperlilly copperkettle#buddy dawn#ivy embra#oisin hakinvar#ruben hopclap#music#the ratgrinders#fhjy
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DINNER CHARADE
IVE BEEN WORKING ON BOMBERMAN YAOI FOR 3 DAYS.
Premise below the cut
Ok so the premise is basically plasma was originally going to go to an event with pretty (hence the dress. She likely picked it out for him) something came up last minute so she was busy... For that matter everyone else was busy too. Everyone except that asshole.
So left without anyone else to bring along he caves and reluctantly asks brain, since going to events alone sucks. Brain does brain things obviously. Problems are caused. They cant quite try to kill eachother here. That'd cause a scene. so they have to get creative with how they get back at eachother.
Reward for reading my insanity you get to see the seperate images
Reblogs appreciated even if this is literally deranged
#you have no idea how crazy insane they make me.#mutedeclipse#digital art#bomberman#brain bomber#plasma bomber#classic verse#i have more on this concept (not all necessarily tumblr appropriate .) and may doodle plasma in this dress again its so fukin cuteee#i could write such shitty bomberman yaoi itd be so funny if i had motivation
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band au rahhhhhhhhhhh
#i wanted to draw the other guardians too but this would be a good start#ok so#tsuna starts his band. yamamoto bass and gokudera keys and tsuna suprisingly drummer and also lead vocal. reborn appears out of nowhere-#being “youre not your full potential so i will drain you till youre like a fish in a dehydrator until you become the best out there.”#thats about it#but i just like how drumming singers are like extremely good music people because drumming is already hard. and singing too???#absolutely insane i might say. tsuna would do this (bc reborn told him so)#he does not want to be the best but reborn exists in the paro for a reason#reborn is like maybe a famous musician who faked his death then did whatever he wanted to do while he was “alive”. then he got tsuna as his#apprentice and so so. oh yeah also whiplash (the movie) reference bc holy shit its so good. for me at least. and reborn would make tsuna go#that kind of crazy. like training until drenched in sweat from morning to night or whenever hes available. bc he knows he has potential#he just need someone to push him beyond his expected limit#btw 8059 implied#gokudera joined the band first bc yeah then comes yamamoto for fun as he had to rest from playing baseball a bit too enthusiastic#gokudera hated him so much for like being dumb??? (the goofy ah laugh) but then the two dated even before reborn made a move on tsuna#its very funny but they work it out#i was also thinking if the band ever do solos or do something not as the whole band 8059 will have their own album. itll be great#for genre im not sure?? lets just say alt rock electrojazz????#no idea but maybe ill make a playlist. maybe#sawada tsunayoshi#reborn#yamamoto takeshi#gokudera hayato#8059#r27
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Pyromaniac Kaeya instead of Pyrophobic Kaeya HC for everyone's consideration:
- Young Kaeya who saw fire and just went "light pretty". His birth father scrambling every time to keep Kaeya from touching open flames
- soon found out how to make fire on his own and now his father is scrambling to stop him from doing so
- hates rain coz no fire! >:( Oh, and his father left him in the rain, right. But mostly coz of no fire!! >:(((((
- ...his father actually waited for a storm to make sure no fire occurred when he left Kaeya
- Crepus approaches a shivering child in the storm, and the child just reaches for him. Turns out Kaeya thought his hair was fire and wanted to touch
- When Kaeya woke up in a warm bed and saw the color red, he thought he died and went to Celestia somehow, turns out it was just a young Diluc staring at him too closely oops
- Kaeya is so envious! He really wants red hair too! (to look more like a Ragnvindr, he swears!)
- When waking up early, he goes to Adelinde to watch her cook food on preeetttyyy fffiiirrreeee
- Started a vineyard fire once. Good thing the staff saw on time before it could do any damage. He wasn't scolded too heavily, but he felt really bad after scaring everyone, and tbh that is the only reason Dawn Winery stands to this day (with several close calls)
- Kaeya, after Diluc got his pyro vision, enjoyed the fire when they were fighting side by side
- He'd stick really close to Diluc while fighting to the point that Diluc actually subconsciously learned to make his fire avoid Kaeya
- Diluc had to purposely will his fire to aim at Kaeya in their fight :(((
- Diluc is horrified because he sees Kaeya stare straight at the fire unflinchingly :(((
- Kaeya gets his vision, and he finally realizes it was actually raining because suddenly it feels very very cold. Damn he really hates the rain
- he actually wished it were a pyro vision instead and thought that being given a cryo vision was just punishment and added suffering
- for the short time Kaeya stayed in the Dawn Winery while Diluc was away, he actually sat dangerously close to the fireplace. It worried Adelinde and Elzer who kept a careful eye on him
- in his own room in the KOF dormitories, he'd hold onto Diluc's vision to keep himself warm- the underlying power of pyro making him feel safe and happy
- when Diluc's vision started flickering, Kaeya went on a panic. He's scared the fire would be gone forever. Thankfully it ended up ok after a couple of hours, but he hid Diluc's vision on him for a while instead of leaving it in his room
- He was a bit bitter to be parted with said vision when Diluc returned. He decided to be a bit more extra annoying with how he gave the vision back to Diluc out of spite (thru an ugly vase)
- he unfortunately got so used to keeping Diluc's vision near him in his sleep that he ended up having a hard time sleeping for a while in its absence
- No one in the knights realized he's a pyromaniac. They figured he's ok with going near open flames because Diluc had a pyro vision and that since he's a cryo user, he can easily smother the flames when he fights pyro enemies
-Sometimes, he'd start fires himself and throw it onto enemies. The knights just thought "oh hey! A self-made melt reaction! Sir Kaeya is so cool-"
- Jean only realized after giving Kaeya babysitting duty to Klee for the first time. They came back with several reformed landscapes, a large basket of dead fish, and faint sounds of people screaming. Kaeya looked absolutely deranged, grinning ear to ear, with sparkles in his eyes, while carrying Klee, who was equally ecstatic
- "Oh no, what have I done." said Jean in horror after realizing the effects of making Kaeya babysit Klee
- kaeya argued with Jean over him spending time with Klee ( Kaeya somewhat won the argument? But he was told that no major damage should happen under his watch or else no Klee time. Good thing he had a cryo vision then)
- He made Klee her handbook as a guide for when and where they could do explosions. Time to teach his little pyromaniac partner the art of cunning.
- Rosaria figured out he likes fire and passes him the lighter to light up her cigarettes. She ended up gifting him a lighter soon after
- Kaeya has some business late at night sometimes, and that gives him the opportunity to watch the darknight hero in action, which means more fire!
- Diluc realizes that Kaeya watches him sometimes and since he knows Kaeya likes to see fire (to a worrying extent, and that really says something when a pyro user thinks so) he lets the other follow him around for a while
- Kaeya also gravitates towards the other pyro users in town. He enjoys watching Amber do target practice, he likes training Bennett, and again with spending time with Klee
this post is inspired by this reblog tag because I immediately started typing when I saw it like a deranged person myself
#kaeya#kaeya alberich#pyromaniac kaeya#oop thats the tag alright#starting a pyromaniac kaeya agenda#mildly insane about this idea#WHY DOES HE KEEP ON STICKING WITH PYRO CHARACTERS HUH#took the fact that hes a pyro user magnet and decided to make him a pyro lover#pyromaniac kaeya would main xiangling#any training and fieldwork kaeya puts his knights under will involve fire#do you all know the story about the matchstick girl? kaeya as that story if we are feeling angsty#i think i have too many crazy ideas how are yall not sick of me yet fr fr
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#OK I NEED TO STOP engaging with 911 ship wars but i have ONE MORE THING to say (probably lying)#i think it’s genuinely concerning how many people believe a ship has to have years of emotional connection before you’re allowed to ship it#like. imo you should be allowed to ship characters for any reason#crackships and rarepairs exist for a reason#secondly and probably more importantly#i think it’s really weird how many people are uncomfortable with the idea of gay sex#not in general but like#people were saying they were uncomfortable and weirded out because#an actor vaguely insinuated that the fictional character he plays would enjoy having gay sex with his partner#like people were calling him a freak#I THINK THATS WEIRD AND CONCERNING#it’s giving ‘my ship doesn’t have sex they make love while holding hands’#i think it ties into the first point#relationships are allowed to be built off attraction#you don’t need years and years of bonding for your relationship to be valid#and i think the visceral reaction against bucktommy because they’re not besties who share a kid is borderline homophobic#like there are plenty of valid reasons to dislike tommy and bucktommy like tommys previous behaviour#but being sooo against a ship based on the fact that there wasn’t enough ‘build up’ and that they don’t have a deep emotional bond#weird#and i don’t think it’s fetishisation to enjoy a canon couple im sorry that’s just a fucking crazy take#like it’s insane to me that apparently enjoying a gay ship is fetishisation unless it meets certain ‘emotional bonding’ criteria#also bathena is one of the most beloved ships on the show and their ‘build up’ was one date and a church hangout#and no one claims that they’re rushed and underdeveloped and that’s why one of them should be written off the show#like i said i think there’s a lot of valid reasons to dislike the ship (even if i do enjoy it)#but some of the arguments i’ve seen are just weird and i think you guys need to look at why it makes you uncomfortable#engage with other fandoms with more diverse ships and maybe you’ll calm down a little#911 discourse#for clarity the tumblr fandom seems to be okay but 911twt is an actual hell scape
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HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY @zu-is-here!!!!
i can't believe i missed your b-day again!! i had to make you something this year and so why not draw the bean the legend, the sweetest baby ever as a gift!!! >:Dc
thank you so much for all of your sweet words and making your blog one of the most comforting places to be at!! hope you're having an amazing day<3333
#art#my art#my gif#my animation#fanart#gift#aim#sorry i'm a lil late! school has been a lil crazy with assignments and group projects lately and i only get some spare time the weekends#that and i didn't know how to draw something big and that doesn't need much time with a mouse hh :'Dc#i guess i went with a small gif because i've been waiting to make one with lil baby aim for sO LONG!!! look at him being so cuuute >:'Dc#(i technically had a whole different idea last year but i'll wait until i have a tablet again-#i wouldn't wanna limit myself when it's supposed to be a big surprise project >;)c )#you're like- one of my biggest inspiration ever on this site so you know i had to doodle something at least!!#don't think i forgot about your amazing gift last year either!!! if you were so kind to draw me something and brighten up my day like that-#then you can BET i'll repay the favor!!! >:'Dc thank you so much again for your supportive comments and your sweet words#your presence is beloved by so many people around the world!!! no matter who passes by you always treat them with so much care#and respect!! your works have only improved throughout the years at an insanely rapid pace and i can't believe it's been 3 years now#you deserve all the praise and support and i wish you the best of luck in your future projects!!! have a nice day/night<3333
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it's fun to look through datamined stuff but I need some of you to stop getting mad at larian for scrapping ideas you thought were cool. cool doesn't mean it'll make sense in the overarching story, and maybe larian likes this version better, or sometimes ideas just didn't work well with what they had in mind. I know this first hand from writing stories, I'll have cool ideas but realize later it doesn't fit the original tone of the story. it's okay to scrap stuff, but you can always use it for something else.
also, like it or not, it's larians game first, their story, their characters (I know.), it doesn't matter if we think something is cool, the reality is that not everything works in the end. and that's fine. that's how all art is, it's alive and ever-shifting, it'll go through many, many, versions, to the point where you might get sick of chewing on the same plot, and in the end the final version might not be as good as you thought when you look back in a few months or years. and that's ok. art isn't supposed to be perfect.
everything is subjective and I think fandoms would be a more intellectual place if people learned to critique art for what it is not what it isn't.
#of course don't get me wrong i have my own issues with the game that completely counters my point#but im not gonna sit around being upset over what could've been#overall i enjoyed bg3 i wouldn't have 600hrs if i didn't#to me this is like asking why an artist painted the forest instead of the dragon that was just out of frame#ofc you think the dragon is cooler but if the artist never told you they went to the dragon forest youd appreciate the forest for what it i#in art its like. the negatives elevate your subject. sometimes less is more no matter how cool it is#idk if im making sense ive been feeling sentimental about art recently and this is my favourite philosophy when it comes to my work#this isn't to say roll over and accept any art. always be critical always be a hater but the skill is knowing when and how#also im a believer of steal like an artist so if larian had cool ideas they didn't use? guess what? yours now. go crazy#i didn't mean for this to turn into a philosophy lesson on art but. theyre related#can you tell that ive gone insane from rewriting the same story bc i couldn't decide which version i liked better. i finally got it tho yay#oh god typo in the gc.... kill him . im not fixing that#six speaks#bg3#larian critical
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you do not i mean you do NOT understand the absolute insanity i go through whenever i listen to the message shou left for yashiki in shibito magire like akjsfhkasjd DAWG??? BRO??????? the fact that NOT ONLY did it take mashita threatening to tell his mom to make shou back off but ALSO the fact that shou actually listens to mashita, theres also the fact that MASHITA TRUSTS SHOU ENOUGH TO TELL HIM TO BE HIS AND YASHIKI'S BACKUP IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THEM. LIKE..... BRO??? AM I INSANE OR>.... and its also implied that mashita USED BASEBALL TERMS to tell him this!!!! bcus shou is way fukin into baseball!!!!!!!!!!! am i crazy???? i feel insane about them okay they make me literally crazy. AND THEN SHOU JUST GOES "haha but like thats ever gonna need to happen, you two have got this in the bag" LIEK...... BRUHHHHHH. i am unwell about them i need to be taken out back BUT I LOVE THEM OKAY THEY HAVE MY WHOLE SOUL,,,,, they are my guys, my detective duo, my gummies,,,,,,,,, i dont even know if this post makes any sense but I DONT CARE. OKAY. I LOVE THEM.
#talk tag#spirit hunter series#spirit hunter death mark#shibito magire#shou nagashima#satoru mashita#you dont understand how ill these two make me#i have soooooo so many ideas about these two its crazy. i have to get normal-er#its about the mutual trust okay. its about the mutual care. its about saying it but without actually saying it. do you understand me.#“shou looks up to mashita like a brother” yashiki you cant pull this shit on me okay im going to tear my hair out#nobody understands this antisocial pi and delinquent baseball player like i do okay. okay#you are NOT allowed to show me how much two characters care about each other bcus i WILL go insane about them#(and also write fics about them failing to save each other <3)#(or well. mostly just mashita failing to save shou. i luv putting that man thru the wringer <33)
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#nobody else has ever had this effect on me…#no one else has ever been able to fluster me so easily or distract me or occupy my thoughts so much#it’s insane bc on the outside i know it doesn’t show all that much„ aside from my eyes and glances#but in my head i feel like i’m constantly yelling„ DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I REALLY LIKE YOU#DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE THOUGHT OF YOU DOES TO ME#of course he surely doesn’t though because there’s no way the poor guy could„ with how reserved i am and how confusing my signals must be#i am behaving in so many ways i never would„ it’s like he keeps being the exception to everything that would normally make me uncomfortable#if he knew what my glances really meant…#i always wonder if anyone else ever looks at us and wonders. suspects#i need to just Say Something#being open and vulnerable won’t kill me i think it could only do me good in this situation#god it’s like i’ve gone crazy…. i’ve never acted or felt like this before„jesus christ#I am gone. so gone
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