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how soon is now? | part two

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♡: hallway crush!ellie x uni student!reader

☆: the long-awaited second part of this godforsaken fic (lawd she’s given me trouble). appreciate y'all's patience as always, i'm a chronic procrastinator and perfectionist but what can i do. after this, i'm gonna take a break from this series. not saying i'll never write more, but wanna work on some other stuff for a while. thank you for reading! pretty please don’t hate me or show up at my house waving torches and pitchforks for this ending ok luv u gays in my phone. + a big thank you to @total-dxmure for helping me w/ some ideas for the last little bit!

♧:5.7k word count (lawd)

◇: sfw! miscommunication (sawry). fluffy moments, angst lowkey…both of yall cry at one point or another, reader has anxiety in the last chunk. modern au but joel isn’t alive in this, and they discuss it. maybe some rushed points here and there, i’m not really the proudest of this but needed to finish it anyway. potentially horrendous pacing but ok i think that’s all? idfk i may give y’all a little epilogue eventually, but don't dwell on it for the time being!

4 months later

Your friendship with Ellie was evolving wonderfully. You two were studying together frequently, and both your grades in the ghastly astrophysics class increased exponentially. Although that wasn't the only thing that was increasing at a rate too fast to fathom. Your crush on her. It was ripping you apart like wildfire, Ellie was proving herself to be such a wonderful person inside and out, and you were slowly but surely nearing your limit of how much it could build before you burst. A movie spin off of the Savage Starlight series had come to streaming, and Ellie had invited you to her place for a movie night so you two could watch it and discuss if it was a faithful entry in your beloved series or not.

Dressed in some comfortable pjs and armed with snacks of all kinds, your favorites as well as hers, the time had come and you were at her door. You straighten your posture and put your hair back in place, must look presentable, then knock, knock, knock.

You could hear some faint shuffling behind the door, then a few thudding steps until she opened it for you. She was dressed in an old, worn Nirvana tee, and red checkered pajama pants, damn she looked good, even when she was dressed with less effort than usual.

Ellie looked so pleased to see you, leaning on the doorframe. Why did she have to look so good all the time? “Hi! I’m so glad you came, ooh this is gonna be so fun.” She invited you in and took the snacks from your arms and placed them inside her room. “Oh yeah, I also put up some decor too so we can get into the Savage Starlight spirit.” Her eyes were wide and twinkling and when she stepped aside to let you see, she really had made her room so welcoming and comfortable.

The lights were all off save for LEDs around the room’s perimeter set to a dreamy violet hue, sparkly fairy lights draped around the frame of her bed which was set up so cozily. Her laptop propped up on a pillow, the sheets arranged in a nest-like formation with two spaces for each of you. She even had a few dinosaur stuffed animals placed in a row so they could watch too.

You were so flattered she'd do that and make the atmosphere so nice for the two of you, you could just tackle her in a hug and never let go.

The thing is you were scared she'd perceive that as weird and you didn't feel like dying of embarrassment, not today at the very least. Save that for another day, maybe. Oh, how you wanted to squeeze her so bad. Your imagination had to do for now.

She was standing there so proud of how she arranged her room into a mini theater, and you beamed at her, silently thanking her for making it so dim so she couldn't see your flustered expression in full.

“Ellie this is amazing!!” “You like it?!? These stupid lights kept on falling off but since this is an important occasion for us both I didn't give up. All for our love, Daniela.” She manipulated her voice and waved in the air with two fists, closed her eyes and put her hand over her heart, just being as dorky as ever.

Oh gosh, hopefully it wasn't going to be awkward. Sure, the two of you had grown to be great friends, but were you that close to be just, relaxing in her bed together? As long as your imagination didn't run too wild and you didn't overthink anything, it was going to be a fun time. Just two pals watching their favorite series, nothing more, nothing less.

She threw herself in the mess of comforters with a grunt, and saw you were hesitating. She patted the empty space next to her so you'd join her and the movie night could begin. “C’mere, don't be shy.” Well, no shit you were going to be shy. Suck it up.

You crawled in next to her, unable to look her in the eyes, while she got everything ready and rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Man, if they do our girl dirty, we’re gonna have to give someone a knuckle sandwich, you with me?” Her jokes and easy going vibes always made her so fun to be around, but unfortunately for you, you fell harder for her every time. “Yeah, Ellie. A knuckle sandwich for all of them.” You retorted with a chuckle. Once both of you were settled, she pressed play and so it began.

As the movie played, the two of you laughed and debated every plot twist, cursing the directors for not portraying your queen Daniela how she deserves, and snacked on candy until your stomachs hurt. It was going so well, the friendly hang out both of you needed after so many responsibilities in life. An escape. Occasionally sneaking peeks Ellie’s way, she was just so marvelously pretty. The shadows dancing on her features, illuminating her side profile perfectly, her long eyelashes and button nose, who wouldn't get lost in admiring her?

Of course you could never fully relax around her, or forget the crush no matter how hard you tried to push it down and just be friends. Every time she shifted next to you in the bed you felt your heart seize and the butterflies in your stomach turn into hornets. At this rate, they were going to turn into whole birds for fuck’s sake.

Nearing the end of the movie, the two of you were so invested, so captivated in the events, totally spellbound.

But then the film took a more emotional turn that wasn't in the comics. Daniela and her father had an absolutely vicious argument which left the two of you speechless watching it, which luckily got quickly resolved right after the two characters had a near-death experience together.

You weren't one to get emotional over silly, trivial things like fiction, but the way they showed this entire sequence was nothing short of heart-wrenching. You snatched up one of Ellie's patterned pillows and hugged it tightly to your chest, because cuddling her would have been much too bold for the likes of you. But what you’d give to do that instead.

Seems you were not the only one touched by the scene, as you began to hear some light sniffling from next to you. Looking over at Ellie made your heart break further into a million pieces. She looked lost in thought with thin lines of tears streaming down her plump, freckled cheeks.

You froze for a moment, not knowing the limits of your relationship with her and how you could comfort her best. So you cleared your throat and mumbled, “That was so sad…” You watched as she avoided your gaze and wiped at her face with the collar of her t-shirt, “Yeah, this kind of stuff hits me, feels a little personal y’know.” She has never opened up to you about her struggles before, in the short time you’ve known and gotten close with Ellie, it always seemed like she was there to help you out, not the other way around. This could be your chance to show her that you are there for her as well, and that she can always count on you.

Being curious but at the same time not wishing to pry too much into her private affairs, you quietly asked with the most gentle tone of voice you could muster,” You don’t have to, but I’m here if you ever wanna talk about it, Ellie.” You watched her out of the corner of your eye, anticipating however she reacts.

She stayed quiet for a beat before sighing deeply, and whispered, “We were having a fun time, I really don't wanna be a burden.” Her voice quivered, heavy with emotion, what could possibly be troubling her this much? You wanted to take all her pain and bear it yourself, she didn't deserve any sort of misfortune ever.

“You can tell me, don’t worry about anything, okay? I just want you to be all good.” You were comforting her so smoothly, putting her needs and well-being first as if it was always second nature, as if you two have known each other many lifetimes over, two souls meant to float together through the journey of life. Well okay, that was probably a bit much.

There were a few more seconds of silence as you let the question ring in the air, not wanting to press and jeopardize your cherished friendship with her.

You continue observing her, almost seeing the gears turning in her mind, the scales of reason tipping to one side then another, as she contemplates whether it’s worth spilling. Eventually, she does.

She roughly rubs her face then pauses the film playing on her laptop, sighs and huffs, before beginning to speak her story, all while looking away from you.

“Okay I don’t like to talk about this kind of stuff, but I trust you. A whole lot.” Your heart fluttered and face heated up at her comment, but you ignored it because there was something much more important on the table now. She continues, speaking quietly but quickly to get it over with.

“So, when I was a kid, I was an orphan and to be honest I don’t really remember my early childhood much at all, but when I was 14 my adoptive dad, Joel, took me in. And it’s been just us since then.” She stops to take a breath, then resumes reluctantly. “And well, we’ve had a pretty rocky relationship for a good chunk of these years, I never knew how to express my gratitude to him, y’know, for basically saving my life, numerous times at that. He was always my rock, and I appreciate him every day. He taught me so many things, and I don’t know what I would’ve done if he hadn’t come around. I was pretty hard to deal with back then.” She reminisces with an exhale of air, and you see her eyes refill with tears. “But I’m really bad at expressing that, and will kinda, lash out I guess when I’m met with kindness or tricky situations.”

You nod, listening patiently, and place your hand on her shoulder ever so gently, as a result making her raise her head to give you a small smile.

Ellie chuckled deeply, it almost sounded forced, then started to slowly wrap up her story. “And it seems that scene kinda hit me, because the wounds are still raw, or whatever.”

She sniffles again but doesn't respond, so you delicately inquire, “What do you mean?”

“He died last year.” Oof.

“Oh my, Ellie, I’m so sorry, are you-” She interrupts your condolences. “No need for that, I’m fine. Well, taking it day by day y’know. In the beginning it was really tough, I was angry at everything but most at myself for being such a jerk, and now I can't turn back time and tell him all I wanted to.” While you take a moment to think about what to say, she hums to herself and remarks, “That actually felt good to get off my chest, I haven't told anyone about it.” She lowers her voice so it’s barely a whisper. “Didn't have who to tell.”

“Sure you're okay? I'm always here for you.” You find your voice back to soothe her some more, to which she smiles at you again, only this time it actually seems genuine. There's definitely a lot of pain behind it, but the relief that she doesn't have to deal with the burden alone was evident on her face.

“Yeah, thanks. I guess I hadn’t processed anything, and that part of the movie made it all come out, damn I hate emotions sometimes. But I appreciate you being here for me. You're really easy to talk to, and I feel better now.”

And you would've never in a trillion years anticipated what her next move was going to be, you were so caught off guard, the realization lagged and it didn't immediately register.

She moved to sit on her knees in front of you, then threw her arms around your torso in a tight embrace. She hugged you. Clutched you so firmly against her own body, her strong hands landing in the middle of your back, where she rubbed in a circle. She smelled so nice, and was as warm as one of her heated stuffed animals.

Due to the surprising nature of the motion you let out a dumbfounded gasp, then returned the hug allowing yourself to rest your head on her shoulder. You wanted to stay like this forever, until the end of time, it felt nicer than you could've ever imagined.

The thought crossed your mind that she could feel the buzz pulsating through your body, you swore your heart was slamming against your ribcage so hard it was going to grow wings and simply fly right out of your chest, and join hands with hers.

While you were occupied with the way she felt against you, so close like this, chest against chest, and how your cheeks blazed with an inferno hotter than a thousand suns, you heard her grumble against your ear. “Not gonna make that same mistake again, and from now on, I'm gonna tell the people I appreciate just how much they matter to me.”

You were much too stunned to speak, but she wasn't. “So thank you again.” She finishes her little speech and pulls away first, but not before giving you one last big squeeze and letting out a noise of contentment as she does so, then shuffles over to her previous spot in the bed.

Not taking notice of the way you were at a loss for words, or about to set the room on fire with how flustered her actions made you. Her obliviousness was a common theme, it seemed. She clears her throat and claps, grabbing some more candy for herself, then says happily, “We still got the rest of the movie left, then we can do whatever after. I really wanna know how this ends.”

Naturally, your head is spinning, but you were too caught up in your thoughts to continue paying attention to the movie as much as you were before.

You felt awful for her, yet somehow, felt as if your crush on her had quadrupled in size yet again. You saw through the guard she put up, she broke down those walls and opened up to you. You were honored she trusted you so much, and only hoped that would never change. That, coupled with how remarkably good hugs she gave, has led you to the realization that you were properly in love now, things had gotten real. This was trouble. You vowed to always be there for her for whatever she could ever need, you'd drop everything to teleport by her side if you could.

Goodness, what were you possibly going to do now, instead of giving you the ick, or helping you with the task of getting rid of that stupid infatuation you were so plagued by, every experience felt like a deliberate ploy to just make you fall even further for her. You couldn't help but wonder just how much love a person can feel for someone, because it only continued to grow.

A couple days later.

Sitting in the cozy campus cafe, you were revising all your coursework. It was giving you a massive headache, but the warm and hazy lighting aided it a touch. The walls had cute plastic vines crawling up and down, and even though there was chatter all around you from the other patrons, it wasn't a distraction and in fact acted as some sort of white noise, everyone was talking in a nicely muted tone, it all blended to create the perfect ambience.

You waved down the waitress to get yet another cup of coffee, your third one of the night, that’s healthy, before trying to resume with your aggravating studies.

To your dismay, you've used up all your brain power for the evening, and could not force yourself to continue no matter how hard you tried. Maybe a few moments of peaceful people-watching would get you back on track?

You sip on the hot drink, then lean back against the comfortable booth seat to begin scanning around.

In one corner directly on the opposite side of where you were sitting, there was an elderly couple. They looked so in love, dressed in matching outfits, feeding each other as they shared a dessert, holding hands and conversing with a hushed tone, nodding and looking into each other's twinkling eyes. So cute, you hoped that was going to be you in the future.

Moving your line of sight to watch beside the couple, there was another student, their books and computer were scattered across the wooden table, piles of pens and pencil cases near falling over. They seemed to have fallen asleep, unmoving with their head laid tiredly across their crossed arms. The sight made you chuckle out of familiarity, you really felt for them, studies were hard.

But then a sound caught your attention. A bright, husky giggle fought its way over the ambience, reminiscent of a certain someone.

Your heart jumped, your ears perked up and you immediately became insistent on scouting her out among the patrons, this was a necessary mission.

Feeling highly nervous and antsy, you try to drown out the noise and focus on where she could be, and quickly enough, you find her.

Ellie in her natural habitat, she was so mesmerizing. Sitting far away from you where you could get a good view and hear snippets of conversation if you focused hard enough, but not close enough where she would notice your shameless gawking. She was sitting with a group of a handful of her friends, who all appeared to be gossiping and laughing with each other, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Her smile was gorgeous, and you knew that, but there was something about just being a spectator which fascinated you, you could stare at her all day. Her energy lit up the entire room, and made your heart race.

Snapping out of your trance and trying to not be so obvious with your staring, you tried to look occupied, tried reorganizing your notes while still keeping an ear out to listen. Occasionally glancing over as well. Yes, it's true that eavesdropping is wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. Anyone would do the same, right?

The group's passionate discussion was making you extremely curious however, and you strained to hear what they were talking about. Among the muffled chatter, you heard a woman’s voice say the word crush, then an outburst of laughter, the loudest guffaw from Ellie herself.

You felt the budding panic start to form in your chest momentarily, but swallowed the lump forming in your throat and took a sharp intake of breath to calm yourself at once. They could be talking about anything, there's no need to jump to conclusions just yet. Fumbling around your bag for your headphones to listen to some of the song recommendations Ellie had given you, you’re led to discover that they are, in fact, dead. Of course.

Despite any and all wishes to stop eavesdropping on them and mind your own business and abide by what they say, ignorance is bliss, you simply couldn't. She was too damn captivating. Like a painting in a museum, like a statue at a town’s center, one that people stopped in their tracks to admire.

The way her eyes sparkled and gleamed under the warm lighting, her cheeks tinted a faint rosy hue from the exertion of laughing so hard, her sweet smile. She was too perfect. God, you hated crushes, being infatuated with someone to this degree couldn't be healthy. But what could you do? Just look at this angel.

Fidgeting nervously while still being entranced by the group of friends, you heard a man’s voice say the words “there’s no way”, followed by Ellie howling even harder than she had the whole time you've been watching them, and punch him forcefully on the shoulder.

The curiosity was going to swallow you whole, it was like a car crash you couldn't look away from. You felt your palms begin to tremble and sweat with worry, and anxious assumptions of all kinds running through your mind, were they talking about you? No, they couldn't be, you're just overthinking it. Relax, relax, relax.

You tried your hardest to control your breathing and soothe your spinning mind so you wouldn't spiral, until you heard something that absolutely shook you to your core.

The same woman from before, not Ellie, in a highly teasing tone of voice said your name.

You felt frozen, this couldn't be happening. All your worst fears were coming true at this very moment. You had to get out of there right away, this was too much to bear. Curiosity really did kill the cat didn't it, you wished you didn't comply with the morbid desire to know everything.

Panic-stricken like a deer in headlights, near hyperventilating at this point, the final straw was all three of them erupting into laughter simultaneously, with Ellie through gasps, going "oh come onnnn”.

Yeah that was it. Hot tears started pricking your eyes and you vigorously blinked them away before they started streaming down your face, as if you needed to be humiliated even more. You felt sadded, torn apart, betrayed. Sick to your stomach too. This time, for once, you really thought you had something going for you. From your perspective, albeit through rose-colored glasses, you were convinced she was being genuine with you all this time. How could you not be?

The late night study sessions, the air thick with tension, the conversations draped in a sleep-deprived haze, the walks to class together, the first fated interaction, the looks you two shared from across the huge lecture hall; the looks where you two just knew when to share a glance, was all of that fake? Was she leading you on purposefully because her friends thought it was funny, that you were a joke?

The tears threatened to spill and your stomach twisted painfully with the world-shattering realizations you were just served with, and you angrily shoved your belongings in your bag.

You were too caught up in your panicked frenzy to notice how disruptive you were actually being, your textbooks thumping and keychains jingling, but frankly didn't care enough to meet the numerous pairs of eyes observing your misfortune. Who could blame you, your whole world and everything you've known just crumbled before you.

You slung your bag over your shoulder noisily as a choked sob made its way up your throat, then speed-walked out of that cafe. You were never going to be able to go in there again unfortunately, shame, their pastries were so good.

Right as you tried to step through the door it got stuck, because the universe was being really nice to you today, and as you tugged on it to get it to open, you heard the friends lower their voices, but you could still make out a jumble of hushed words sounding something like, “oh no, is that…” Great, great, fucking great. The only solution to this was to change your name and ride up to Seattle for goodness’ sake, maybe throw yourself into a volcano as well just because.

Finally the door swung open after what felt like eons, and you stumbled outside into the chilly autumn air, feeling goosebumps spring up all over. Where you were going, you didn't really know. This cafe was new, so it would take some time to figure out navigation so you stood dumbly in the middle of the front lawn as you tried to orient yourself.

Once you think you've got it, you start your agonizing trek back to your little room, screaming inside of your head, until you're harshly yanked back mid-footstep by a vice grip on your arm. What the fuck was it now.

Ellie. The sight of her only made your tears increase in quantity and the emotion in your chest tighten. She looked a little disheveled, her eyes round like saucers, and she was gripping onto your arm so hard as if you were going to run away. You wanted to, but she still had a magnetic hold on you, even after all that turmoil.

Talking was painful with how much you were trying to keep a hold of yourself, but you managed out a choked, “Ellie, what?”

She looked befuddled, shaking her head ever so slightly and scrunching up her eyebrows, her gaze boring right into yours and following whenever you tried to break it and look elsewhere. Her hold on your arm softens, and moves to rest on your shoulder. “What do you mean what? You ran outta there like you were chased by a lunatic or something, what the fuck happened?”

Her tone startled you a little, why did she care so much? Noticing you jolt, she sighs and mellows her speech. “Sorry, what I mean to say is, I'm worried. Are you okay?”

You worried her? Heat rushed to your cheeks as you fought to break the increasingly uncomfortable eye contact, and all you could do was shrug. Your lip started quivering and you were losing the fight of keeping your composure, how wonderful. Despite everything she was being so sweet, way too sweet. You felt helpless at this point.

The words started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall, you were properly sobbing now, falling apart and hiccuping as months and months of emotion spilled over.

You were blabbering about how you loved the friendship you formed with her, but how hurt you felt that she’d laugh about you, every possible insecurity just tumbled out of your lips, as you wiped at your teary face and runny nose and glanced at Ellie ever so often.

She let you talk for a bit until she saw you get even more upset, that's when she got a step closer to you, squeezed both your shoulders gently and kept a stern tone of voice to get your attention.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, slow down, I don't know what you're saying.” But you couldn't stop crying. Bottling up emotions was definitely a bad idea, because they were bound to burst sooner or later and unfortunately, you reached the breaking point. Sucking in some unsteady breaths as an attempt to regulate yourself, she was watching you patiently yet still cautiously.

Your voice was weak and shaky, but you were slowly feeling a little better. For the first time during this interaction, you meet her eyes. Why was she always so pretty? She was sculpted just to spite you, you were convinced. Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you blinked them away. “Um…Ellie…” She nodded expectantly, wanting to know what was wrong. But you could not complete your sentence as yet another bout of ache washed over you.

To snap you out of it once and for all, Ellie grabbed your face. The sheer disbelief of her action was enough to stop your tears luckily, and she held your gaze while she used her thumb to swipe at the stray teardrops adorning your cheekbones. You wanted to die, what was going on?

Once your panic was replaced with fluster and stupefaction, she let you go, but was still standing really close to you. You felt jittery from it all, nervous, embarrassed and in love and everything under the sun all at the same time. You stared at her, then looked away, then looked at her plump pink lips which were set in a questioning pout, then back up to her sympathetic greener-than-grass eyes, fuck, fuck, fuck. The intensity of the situation had caused any sense of judgment or critical thinking to long, long gone, and so your body moved on its own and before you had a chance to form a solid thought or process what you were doing.

Smooch.

You kissed her.

Mouths colliding like magnets as you held onto the sides of her face, fireworks igniting in every single part of your body. Cradling her jaw as you closed the space between you two, the hurricane of emotion coursing through your veins as your lips caressed hers, and time felt like it had stopped. The months and months of excruciating pining had all led up to this very moment.

She instinctively kissed you back, you felt her breaths fanning your face. You were about to ascend to another dimension. Lingering against her for a little longer, you forced yourself to regretfully pull away, and laughed loudly at her state now.

Her lips were parted and she was gawking at you, you had broken her completely. Your own heart was working overtime, you were panting from the adrenaline of the situation, and could only hear the blood rushing in your ears.

She seemed to be in a coma, doing nothing but staring and breathing. You punched her arm playfully, your voice breaking.

“I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.”

An frustrated confession tore itself from your throat, even the world's strongest iron bars couldn't contain it. You wiped at your face with your sleeves, a sad attempt to clear it of the residual salty tears that never once stopped their journey out of your eyes.

The sadness had left you, and you felt lighter now, truthfully. Had no idea how you would ever face her again after all this, but at least the cat was out of the bag and you had gotten that off of your chest. You both stood there in silence, now what was wrong with her? What a dork. Sucking on your teeth and kicking a pebble on the ground you admitted finally, “So, yeah. That's what's been troubling me, I guess.”

Her pupils were dilated and huge, as she scanned all over your features, her mouth opening and closing as if she was having an internal battle of what to say. She stood there almost appearing miles more shocked than you somehow, she looked as if she was going to have a heart attack and die on you, you found it funny, but concerning at the same time.

You watched her for a moment more, before accepting your disappointing fate and bidding her a goodbye. You cleared your throat. “Okay then. Cya in class. Bye.” You turned on your heel and began the walk back to your room, but this time for real, and didn't look back at her. Even if you wanted to, you couldn't, you wanted to leave this whole fiasco in the past. That chapter was closed, it seemed.

The only thing left to do now was call your bestie, Abby. She has been your cheerleader through this whole thing, through all this time, gave you advice and brought you back to Earth, and you needed her support now more than ever.

Right after you reached your dorm she was there in no time at all, after receiving your distress call she scrambled into action, with chocolates and boxed wine in hand. Maybe you should just date her instead at this point. Who else was left for you?

You talked and talked and talked to her about everything for so long, talking the night away just like old times, and she sat and listened to your every word, patted your back reassuringly as you weeped into her shoulder, then tucked you into bed at the end of it all. She left only when she was sure you'd relaxed fully.

You didn't fall asleep quite yet, and stayed awake thinking, pondering life and staring up at your ceiling. It turns out angrily confessing to the girl you've been infatuated with forever by impulsively kissing her and letting the whole campus know it was a tiring thing after all. You really did cause a bit of a scene, when you thought about it in hindsight.

But what was this all like from Ellie's perspective? You wished you could know what she thought, or at least gotten some sort of formal response. Her friend storms out of a cafe, kisses her and screams she's in love with her? It's certainly understandable she'd feel a little lost, or under great pressure to give you an answer. Her reaction did make sense though, after being met with such a shocking revelation. Wow, now that you were really thinking about it, she still did not know why you ran out of the cafe like that. You wished you could turn back time and redo this day, shame that wasn't possible. Were you two ever going to have a discussion about this, or had you just lost a friend for life. Oh no, you pushed that thought away as quickly as it appeared, you didn't have an ounce of energy left over to dwell on it.

You'd work out what you were going to face her next later, a very well-deserved visit to dreamland was way overdue. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and your breathing slow, so you turned on your side and snuggled into your bed, eventually falling into a deep, deep sleep.

Meanwhile on your bedside table:

Bzz, bzz, bzz.

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fushigur0ll · 11 months

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Hiii.!! So idk if u take requests or not..😅 but i js read all of ur e42 miles fic and i love the way u write him sm.!! And i was wondering if u could write a fem reader or not up to u.!! But reader having a rlly bad day and miles come home and sees her rlly upset and js comforts her.? Js like a fluff wit sum angst.?!

Ive js been havin a hard time here recently and i need some miles comfort..☹️ buttt if u dont want to do it that’s completely fine i just love ur writing smm.!!💕💕💕💕

Have a good day.!!!

..you’re the sweetest person? omg? help me now? i’m so sorry you’re having a not so good time but i hope it does it better with me writing your request and in general<3 this may be a little late because i’m going through temporary writers block once again:)

I’M HERE

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — earth42!miles notices you haven’t been yourself lately so now being the boyfriend he is, he’s gonna try and make you feel better!

includes; a tinge of angst nothing too much, fluff, tears, cuddles, kisses and a whole lotta love<3 not proofread, i just woke up💔

miles stares at his you with a blank look, noticing that ever since you came over to his house you’ve been quiet..unusually quiet. everytime he’d ask you something you’d answer with basically a monosyllable or a mutter of an ‘yes’ or a ‘no’

he’s not frustrated with you at all but he’s frustrated with himself that he can’t figure out what is wrong with you and he wants to make you feel better and not dwell in this feeling forever. he huffs and just stares at you longingly, thinking on what to do but the only other thing he can think of is just talk but you really don’t seem in the mood for that but hey

he has to try

“baby” he calls out, watching you hand freeze, the tip of the mechanical pencil was at least half an inch away from the book. you keep your hand there as you glance up at him, just staring at him with a blank look to your face and eyes making him get increasingly worried.

“c’mere” he beckons you over with a nod of his head and you sigh, placing your pencil down then your headphones before getting up from your seat to walk over to him. he pats his lap and you hesitantly sit on sideways on his lap so you can rest your head into his chest. he rubs your back softly while his other hand softly rubs your thigh, his callused hand squeezing the fat of your thigh.

“something is wrong with you and don’t deny it because you know that i know” he looks down at you not giving you a chance to deny the things he’s said.

which was true.

you didn’t want to bother him with your concerns and your train of thoughts because you thought it would’ve burdened or bothered him. your eyes start to burn with unshaded tears, your hands in your lap as you play with your fingers trying to stop yourself from crying so he wouldn’t see but if it wasn’t for miles noticing the change in your breathing pattern going from calm to staggered, made his eyebrows furrow, quickly cupping your face to see now, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“hey hey- what’s going on?” he frowns as you stuff your face into his chest again, sniffling and softly crying into his chest. he looks up and holds you tight to his chest as he hears you no longer trying to keep your cries to yourself with your sobs getting louder and louder the less you try to keep them concealed.

at this point he thinks he did something to hurt you this much that you’re sobbing this harsh onto him. it almost makes his eyes stings by the way he can hear the heartbreak and sadness from your cries. he sits there holding you to him tightly and kissing your cheek, temple and shoulder once in a while with small mumbles of comments like “i’m here” “i’m not going anywhere” “talk when you’re ready baby”

“Deep breaths." he whispers into your ear, trying to make you calm down. “do what i’m doing baby, come on” he holds your hand softly and starts breathing in and out for you to repeat. you nod and you start repeating him, breath still shaky but doing much better..

it took a while, like 5 minutes before you calmed down. you were about to wipe your cheeks but your boyfriend beats you to it, wiping your face for you. he fixes you on his lap so you were filling straddling him with both legs on either side of him and you facing him directly. he keeps his hand cupped on your cheek and sees you nuzzle into it with your eyes fluttering closed

“a little better?” he asks, softly and you nod.

you both sit there in silence for what feels like a while before you open your eyes again and kiss the palm of his hand then leaning forward to kiss his soft lips that kiss you back. you wrap your arms around his around his shoulders while his go around your waist, pulling you closer as you two continue to lock lips. you pull away from each-other staring into each other eyes with nothing but love and admiration.

“talk to me beautiful” he whispers, hands going back to rubbing your skin softly. you sigh and look down at your lap.

“i’m sorry- you have nothing to apologize for” he cuts you off. he tilts your face up to him again. “don’t ever apologize for feeling how you’re feeling. i just wanna be there for you” you nod and stare at him softly.

“i’m just so tired miles” you pout slightly, feeling another tear come down your face but he’s there’s to wipe it away. “i was so annoyed with classes today and some boys in my class just kept annoying me on purpose” you feel his hand tighten on your thigh but you continue “and when i stood up for myself and told them to stop— the teacher came at me..me! not them, me! i tried to explain but he just told me to go to the principals office for talking back and then i just went and i told the principal everything and he said that everything will be fine which obviously nothing turned out fine right after that” you exhale “they kept flipping harassing me and they just kept saying the most complete idiotic things about how i don’t belong here and they said…” you trailed off, frowning deeply which makes his head tilt to the side in confusion

“they said what?”

your mouth opens and closes trying to spit it out but you didn’t want to because you knew it was gonna be a 85% chance he was gonna go search for them tomorrow and deal with them

“tell me baby, i’m not gonna do anything” he mumbles bringing you much closer and you knew his ass was lying but you told him anyways.

“they..they said how i didn’t deserve you and how you could do much better then me..then they just started mentioning stuff you did in the past before me just trying to make me believe that you’re just gonna treat me like shit..then on top of all of that, the same teacher that sent me to the principals, said how i failed my test and i just couldn’t take it anymore” you sobbed “t-then my friends ditched me at lunch today and i was by myself and i didn’t want to be by myself because i knew i was gonna break down like right now” you sob harder, just mentally and physically tired. “my back hurts too” you add, shaking your head and he just sighs, pushing your head to his chest again, allowing you to get your feelings out.

“it’s okay to cry baby, let it out” he assures and you nod, holding him tight as you continue to cry. “i’m sorry, i’m crying too much” you laugh tearfully, going to wipe your tears but he beats you too it.

“again, stop apologizing” he frowns gently puts your hands down from your face to cup and rub your cheeks to wipe the tears.

“don’t you ever, ever, think i’m gonna leave you or treat you like shit..why would i? i have no reason to, pretty” he brings your face closer to kiss your nose and lips. “those idiots, they don’t know me baby, they haven’t spent a single day with me, they only just love to judge from a far and think whatever and that’s what i am” he shakes his head. “i love you too much to let you go, i’m so appreciative of you, you don’t even understand and you won’t ever. i never had anyone care and look out for me the way you do, love me the way you do” he whispers, staring deep into your eyes.

“everything you do makes me feel at home, it doesn’t make me what everyone thinks i am. you didn’t run when we met, you didn’t give up on me no matter how many times i tried to keep that wall around me” he chuckles and shakes his head. “you made me understand how it is to love someone else that isn’t my mom, dad or even my uncle. no matter how many times i see you, even still till this day, my heart beats so fast for you” he takes one hand off your cheek to get your hand that rests on his lap to bring it to his chest, right where his heart lays and no lie that was told.

you eyes widen a bit when you do indeed feel his heart beat faster then normal. you smile and so does he. “and you know i never like lying” you agree with a small nod of your head.

“i’ll talk some sense into them” that makes you look at him with a deadpan and he smiles “no one is gonna talk to my girl like that, i don’t play about you” you couldn’t help but giggle and that makes him smile every wider that you’re cheering up. “as for your test, let’s see if you can retake it and i’ll help you study. if you can’t retake it, wait for the next one and you’ll do even better. ‘n for your back, i can run you a hot or warm bath and i’ll take care of you, mkay?”

you nod

“words baby”

you smile “yes miles”

“that’s my girl”

“can we lay down first? i missed you” you whisper, rubbing his arms making him smile and nod. “anything for you” he holds your thighs as he fixes himself on his bed, laying back properly and with you still ontop of him, head on his chest listening to the fast but soft beating to his heart. he hums softly, eyes closed as he rubs your back and thigh softly.

“hearing your heart makes me happy” you speak softly, tilting your head up to look at him. he opens his eyes to looks right back at you.

“you make me happy too”

“…” you both stare at eachother bursting into laughter. “too corny baby” you chuckle and lean him to kiss him softly. “i love you” you whisper against his lips and he grins against yours, kissing you back but not before responding,

“i love you more, my beautiful girl”

#—fushi’snotes #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spider verse #across the spiderverse #earth42 #x black reader #earth42 miles x reader #earth42!miles x reader #miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales fluff #miles morales x reader #spiderverse fluff #x fem!reader #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth42 miles

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faerieismm · 2 years

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how brothers reaction to their baby first word was "Ma-Mo.... Mamom! (Mamon)" Wonder why their baby first word was Mamon? ==> it was lucifer fault ( bc he always scream MAMOOON)

plzzzz i love this thank you😭😭😭

demon brothers reacting to their baby’s first word being mammon

tw: swearing

genre: humor, lil bit of fluff at mammon’s part :}

type of writing: headcanons

lucifer

oh lord diavolo-

what has he done…

he won’t admit it’s his own fault, but it’s getting harder and harder the more people see the baby

his pride is hurt deeply, his name was supposed to come out of their mouth!

but deep down in his heart, somewhere hidden far away, it warms his heart a little, hearing the name

mammon is his favorite brother after all

mammon

freezes at first

did he hear that correctly?????

his heart is warm and filled with joy as tears start dwelling in his eyes

lifts the creature and nuzzles into it

“that’s right, mammon is the name, i’m your daddy.”

proudly tells everyone

posts on devilgram too

you have never seen him this proud 🥹

leviathan

wHAT?!

nooooooooooo!!!

this was not how it was supposed to go!

he almost trained the thing to say henry, reading the entire lore of the tale of the seven lords to them every dAY

or at least his name….

gets rEALLY jealous, giving in to his sin

you might have to calm him down/comfort him a little

eventually comes to his senses and realizes that it’s just a baby, it’s gonna do it’s own thing

apologizes profusely to the baby, it’s his own creation after all

apologizes to you aswell, ending up in cuddles with you three

satan

you’re surprised that steam isn’t coming from his ears, and even tho you’re scared for your life, heck, the baby’s life!! you also must stifle your laugh

“LUCIFERRRRRRRRR!!!!!”

screams about how it’s all lucifer’s fault, and how he’s gonna teach him a lesson this time-

eventually marches of to find said demon (who is very amused to say the least)

also pays mammon a visit…

but also comes to his senses at some point, apologizing to atleast mammon (i know this is ooc but i dont wanna be mean to mammon😭😭)

asmodeus

well- this is certainly not how his perfect planned out parenthood life was supposed to go-

focusses more on the baby tho

“you silly! - he giggled - you were supposed to say my name!”

no devilgram post for him 😢

thats kinda the only thing, he doesn’t mind that much!

beel

also doesn’t mind that much

just proud of his lil creature :}

praises them lots and send a text to mammon

actually finds it sort of funny even

“hahaha, so good!”

belphie

number three of i don’t really care

just glad it isn’t lucifer’s name

overall pretty chill about

but would’ve rather had the baby say his name ofc

“nawhhh.”

thank you for this request and for waiting! hope u enjoy :}

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ninjaneonleon · 3 months

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(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u )

Mikey almost fell over backwards when the frantic looking Leo counterpart appeared in his vision. Casey, of course, was no help. She just laughed as he stumbled over his own feet and tried not to fall. In the end he just floated back to his feet properly with a small pout.

“Oh, sorry,” the Leo (Leon? Yeah, that worked for now) said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I just really need to find my Donnie, he’s, uh, not very stable with others.” He held up the photo he was brandishing a little more for emphasis.

The photo in question showed a version of Donnie that was very different to the brother Mikey knew and loved. Not only was he notably paler, his usual jade colouring going almost pastel, he was softer somehow. Rounder. He was also wearing a beautiful feathered tutu, had small white wings and was en pointe. That Donnie looked like he was all set to dance in Swan Lake, maybe even as Odette considering the feathered crown he had in place of a headpiece.

“No, I haven’t seen him. Hey, why do you say he’s unstable?” Casey asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Eugh boy, if Casey got it in her head that she wanted to try sparring with this unstable ballerina Donnie, there would be very little Mikey could do besides try to hold her back. Maybe if he got the Donnie back with his Leo, he’d be calm enough to not take Casey up on her obvious excitement.

“He’s, uh, well he’s very much got a swan brain?” Leon offered with a sheepish laugh. “Half the time he’s fine, the other half…”

“Oh, he gets violent and territorial?” Mikey had a few encounters with swans in the past. They were dangerous bastards who can and will mess you up. “Eugh boy, that’s definitely not someone who you want to leave alone. Leave it to me, I can help you find him.”

“Wait, you can?” Leon lit up with a relived grin. “How?”

“Like this.” Mikey held his hand out towards the photo and got a feel for Swanatello’s (heh, Swannie, that was a perfect name for him) energy. Once he as sure, Mikey plucked that very unique feeling chain from the air. He studied it curiously. “Huh. This is a very old feeling connected to him. Well, anyway, I can track him for you. Just follow me, we’ll get your Donnie back,” he promised, not letting go of the chain.

“Thank you so much,” Leon said enthusiastically. I’m worried he’s either gonna freak himself out or hurt someone.”

“Has he got memory problems or something?”Casey asked, following after Leon and Mikey. “Our Donnie can be violent but he’s very good at directing that away from people. Most of the time.” She shuddered, probably remembering the sago pudding incident. Mikey didn’t want to dwell on that.

“Yeah, he’s sort of been claimed by this mystic lake to be its guardian?” Leon offered with a shrug. “It means that he barely remembers anything before, and on his bad days, he doesn’t recognise us at all. He might look small but he’s just as strong as ever.” Based on the way Leon rubbed his arm, he clearly knew just how strong Swannie was.

“Claimed by a mystic lake? I might be able to help keep him calm for a while, if you wanted,” Mikey offered. If he could make sure Swannie could still sense the lake, he might stay calm enough to not hurt anyone during this whole thing.

“Anything would be helpful, thank you Mikey.”

They walked together for a little while, following the pale coloured chain, until Mikey spotted Swannie. He was looking around frantically, his feathers all puffed up from how worked up he was getting. Okay, Mikey totally had this.

“Casey, wait here. Leon, you too. Let me see if I can calm him down.” As he spoke, Mikey let a wave of magic wash over him. When it cleared, he was in his own tutu (orange, of course) and had his pointe shoes on. Oh yeah, that was awesome, he totally nailed the dramatics there. It might have been a while since Mikey had done any serious dancing but luckily, his body remembered exactly what to do.

He called for Swannie’s attention by putting a spotlight on himself and on Swannie, one only they (and Casey and Leon) could see. Then he let some music start to drift around, again, done so it didn’t bother anyone who was want involved.

Swannie looked over immediately, but when he heard the music, he seemed to relax. Perfect. Mikey made his way over, travelling in time to the music and throwing in some of his own choreography, warming himself up slowly. He and Swannie met in the middle and for a moment, they danced together.

It was simple enough to weave in some magic to their dance. A nudge to the mystic hold on Swannie’s soul, finding the link back to the lake, a touch of mental magic in the form of white smoke gathering around them to make sure he could feel the lake and feel it was safe, and tada! One fully conscious and aware Swannatello.

“Mikey?” He asked slowly as Mikey let the illusions die down.

“Not quite. I’m a different Mikey, buuut your Leo is right over there.” Mikey gestured over his shoulder to where Casey and Leon were waiting.

“Leo!” Like a bullet out a gun, Swannie shot over to Leo and clung to him, getting an awed hug in return. Oh yeah, Mikey was good.

“Nice going, Mikey,” Casey said with a grin. She clapped Mikey on the shoulder. “Wanna stick around with these two for a bit?”

“Yeah, if they’ll have us,” Mikey said, watching the twins get quite emotional as they hugged. “I think they could use some familiarity here, and besides, I wanna dance more with Swannie.”

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@tmntaucompetition

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #surp-rise!au #swanatello #propaganda #tmnt au competition

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homestuck-fanauthor-coalition · 2 months

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!HOT! SINGLE TROLLS looking for CASUAL PAPS in YOUR hivestem!!!!

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Now that I have your attention, hey! This past month, our discord server had a fanfic gift exchange/competition! The fics can be found at https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HS_FA_Co_Writing_Competition_02_2024/works

Any reader can vote on the best in genre here!

There were 9 entries, running the gamut from classic Davekat to The Condesce finding Diamonds :0!!!

Our members submitted prompts they wanted to see fulfilled, and then wrote other members' prompts that they were randomly assigned. Members of the coalition can guess who wrote which fic before it's all revealed at the end!

Summary of the works below!

Bubble Glub and Flub: Jake, seeking a new experience in meeting with a sea-dwelling alien in the afterlife, attempts not to shove his foot too far down his own ignorance shaft.

Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friends: Vriska sure has been 'hands on' with Rose's alcoholism recovery. It almost feels. Like she's paling at her. >:[

Karkat: Celebrate Troll Valentine's Day: You utterly fail to come up with a summary that would not be completely redundant in the face of the title's clear call to action. You are Karkat Vantas, and you are going to celebrate Troll Valentine's Day. At least, that's what you've just been told to do.

Kintsugi: The Rose-Tinted Quadrant: Rose has accepted Vriska's help with her disordered alcohol usage. Vriska intends to help her as much as she possibly can. And if that means butting into Kanaya's newly blooming relationship, well, it can't be helped. The universe is at stake!

Monte Cristo; Croque Monsieur: Shortly before the events of Homestuck^2, Sollux receives an invitation to a lunch date with Karkat. A ceasefire has been called for a single day, for some reason this day is important to Jane. The only problem is that Sollux and Karkat haven't spoken more than ten words to each other for nearly thirty years.

someglubby put me outta my fishery:

CC: stop glubbin to me -- colloquialCondescension [CC] blocked tonicandGin [TG] -- -- tonicandGin [TG] unblocked colloquialCondescension [CC] -- CC: W)(AT TG: u aint geftin rid a me TAHT eeasiely TG: WONK

the things you think you see in me: “I really can’t tell if you’re fucking with me right now,” you’d said. “But the point is, Rose already told me that she and Kanaya have some super special girls-only Valentine’s plan lined up and I’m sure TZ and Vriska are gonna be busy cuddling in a closet or whatever the fuck they do when they’re not around and we already spend all our time together and like, make out, or whatever, so pardon the fuck out of me if I thought it might be fun to do something that’s like a real date. Or whatever.”

Wearing The Pants: wishlist prompt: Vriska x John, "Wearing the pants" takes place on earth c. not epilogues compliant.

"will u b my valentine" 7x combob: Roxy tries to have a normal Valentine's Day. It's a pity that nothing about her is normal.

Thank you to the authors for participating! @arealpeople @madam-melon-meow @shadow-wasser @myusernameisstolen @askaniritual @wmb-salticidae @meowloudly15

#homestuck #homestuck fanfic #davekat #feferi x jake #kanaya <> terezi #solkat #vrisrose #the condesce #mom lalonde #vrisjohn

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cfcalcaraz · 1 year

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Hiya!! Can u please write one where Mason is sad because of all the problems at the club, and Y/N can't stand seeing him like that, so she takes him on a date after training and treats him like he would treat her until he's feeling much better, just a fluffy thingy🥺🥺

self care - mm

summary: it upset you to see Mason dwelling over the hate he’d been receiving from the media, so you felt it was necessary for you to spoil him a little

author: i changed it up a little but i hope you like it!

warnings: man city

you looked over at the scoreboard, 6 extra minutes on the clock. Man City 1-0 Chelsea. you cursed under your breath as you knew what the outcome of this match was going to be. Mason had told you about how he was determined to start playing better following the rumors of him being transferred elsewhere next transfer window, but it didn’t seem like the crowd was happy with any of the guys’ performances today. as the game ended, Mason walked into the tunnel immediately, wanting to escape the public eye. you wanted to give him some space so you decided to just head home.

you sat there in your living room contemplating what you could do to make Mason feel better. he’d done so much for you, but you just felt like you weren’t able to reciprocate that same energy back. as you were deep in thought, you heard the front door open. Mason made his way over to the couch next to you and plopped down. he rested his head on your shoulder not wanting to be anywhere else at that moment. “you tried your best, Mase, that’s all that matters”. you gripped his hand as you attempted to comfort him. “but my best isn’t even good enough”. he hid his face in the crook of your neck as he slumped even more into you, which made you think he might’ve been tired. you hated seeing him like this and you were willing to do anything to make him feel better. “Masey, it’s only 6:30, you can’t be falling asleep yet. how bout we have a little self-care sesh together to lighten the mood?”. he looked up at you and just smiled. “sure. that would be nice”.

you began setting up the bathtub and getting your favorite face masks out for you and Mason to use. “Mason! come here! i’ve got to put this on your face”. he walked into the bathroom, and the sight of you excitedly getting everything ready made him smile. “okay, come here. i’m gonna put this clay mask on your face”. Mason leaned on the countertop so you’d be able to put the mask all over his face. you both put cute little bunny headbands on and then applied the masks. you got one of your favorite bath bombs out to show Mason how awesome they look in the water. “Mason, look! isn’t that so pretty?”. you were so in awe of the bath bomb that you hadn’t even noticed Mason staring you down. “y/n, you know you’re really cute when you’re focused”. you smiled over at him and grabbed his hand. “let’s get inside the tub, shall we?”.

you rested your back against Mason’s chest as you both sat there and just talked. you tried talking to him about everything that’s not football related to let him get his mind off the topic and just relax. you guys talked about all the places you wanted to visit in the near future and what your plans for the summer were. after a little while you just closed your eyes and rested your head against his chest. “i love you, y/n. i don’t know what i’d do without you sometimes”. you looked up at Mason and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “i love you too, Mase. you’re too kind”.

as you two got out of the bathtub and began getting ready for bed, you couldn’t help but notice the shift in his mood since earlier. Mason had actually looked quite happy now. by the time you got to your room, Mason had already been in bed. you slipped inside the blankets next to him and laid your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. you looked up at his face, mesmerized by how pretty he was, even while half asleep. “Mason, baby”. he tilted his head down to face you, his eyes still quite not open as he hummed in response. “i know things at the club have been tough lately and you don’t communicate much about these kinds of things, but just remember i’m always here for you. i don’t wanna see you suffer in silence and i hope you know i’ll always be by your side”. he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and smiled. “i appreciate you very much and thank you for being here for me”. he yawned, his voice still raspy. “but i’m extremely tired, babe. let’s sleep, yeah?”. “of course, goodnight Mase”. he was too tired to speak another word so he just pulled you in tighter as you both drifted off to sleep.

#mason mount #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #chelsea #footballer x reader #footballer x y/n #footballer x you #mason mount fluff

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toxooz · 7 months

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The canvases aren’t even safe 😭 they used the Boroque era as reference for their search engines. Like I’m losing my shit constantly over ai art so bad. Like this is totally gonna be a rant so forgive me but it’s driving up the WALLS. Ai art being readily available is killing the incentive for people to be creative. I cannot tell you how many times I think I’ve found a really cool fellow artist on tiktok and then see #midjourney. I take psychic damage every time that happens to me. And I’m starting to see it infiltrating business too where they generate ai images instead of hire photographers. I also saw someone selling tshirts with ai art on it at my local farmers market. MOTHERFUCKER THE FARMERS MARKET??? HAVE YOU NO SHAME????

NAW PREACH IT cause its become a nagging issue for me for a while that i simply try to not think about and dwell on but dear FUCKING god is it everywhere and it's painfully obvious too! just about every ad takes me 3 seconds to find damning evidence that its ai and im 99% ready to just delete facebook bc #1 i dont give a fuck abt anyone on there anymore and #2 Literally every other post is the most deplorable ai shit ive ever seen that everyone is carelessly oblivious to i mean total abominations that don't make any sense as an image but ppl share bc its the most bottom of the barrel ''relatable'' shit and that's just the sad reality of it is most people don't even give a shit what they're looking at as long as it looks pretty to their eyes for 3 seconds they don't give a damn

and that's just on basic everyday world shit like u said there's so many mfs i think are decent artists where i legitimately cant tell its ai until i read their fuckshit bio or somethin, like that midjourney i didnt even know it was an ai program i would've just thought it was the name of a video game or some shit! like I feel like I'm kinda turning my back on the whole art community involuntarily bc i just dont trust any image i see most of the time and its fukkin sad i ESPECIALLY feel for the real artists prior to this shitshow who have art styles that now look so much like ai that they basically hijacked to feed the machine like I couldn't imagine spending thousands of dollars on an art college and hours of practice just for your art style to be The Blueprint for empty soulless photos cranked out at inhuman rates by any stupid fucking lazy ass clown like Fuck Man it all sucks so much and the worst part is I just feel like it's one of those things where it will not stop until Something caves and i honestly dont know which one it will be but i just know its only going to get worse idk i try to remember that i can pick up a paintbrush or even whatever the hell i want and make something beautiful while 98% of these ai sacks of shit are just limited to stealing other peoples art on the internet and they couldn't even paint a damn flower if their lives depended on it and if i was stuck on a deserted island I'd probably still find ways to make art with whatever tools and resources i have cause that's an artist baybay but as far as The Internet and its grasp it has on the world and trying to make it as a digital artist and trying to make money from your homemade artwork is very grim man and dont even get me started on art and artists in just about every job field rn my heart goes out to them

#me painting hammers at work using spray paint and a pen tip : ai mfs could never #its been irking me for a while and itll only irk me more its soOOOO #like i just draw for funsies atm and get anxious when money is involved but i am planning to start making money off of my art but with this #ai shit its gunna be fukkin hard i dread

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ghostbeam · 2 months

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i want to know about the ozspike lore 💢💢💢‼️‼️‼️

I would die for all of u pls know this I’m gonna use this as like the general lore so pls bear with me I’m insane

SO spikeoz has a very long and complicated history lots of coming together and not seeing each other for a while and coming together again and also we are the song steamroller by Phoebe Bridgers okay thank u🫡

What u first must know about us is that Spike meets me before he meets any of the other members of the bebop (which strei asked how we met so I’m gonna go into that in a different ask ajsjsjsjsj) but this is kind of the reason our dynamic is the way it is because I meet him at a very big transition period in his life and he meets me when I am at a standstill

Another thing about Spike is that he is in love with Julia which is kind of why we are the slowest of burns she is a big thing for him and also something I don’t want to push aside and I also won’t let him push aside either. I want him to be completely moved on and not dwelling on his past when we finally get together which causes a lot of frustration for Spike.

I won’t go into the whole process of me joining the bebop in this ask but I basically get injured and Spike brings me back so that Jet can look at me and I end up having to recover on board which leads to me just moving in and no one really knows when it happened (much like the other members) but I’m there now and honestly I fucking love it I’ve never felt more at home ANYWHERE which is incredibly tragic if u know how bebop ends</3

So now I’m seeing Spike every day which is terrible for me (girl who has been in love with him since the moment I saw him and his stupid hair) but kind of great for him (guy who sort of can’t stop thinking of me and also needs to get over the woman who left him to run away by himself all those years ago) which yayyyy the dynamic is kind of not good™️ because why is spike thinking of me as some sort of rebound a little bit no!!! I will not have that!!!!

Spike has always been charming and flirty but he is sort of amping it up now that I live with him and I’ll be honest I am weak!!!!! The tension is too much our attraction is growing I can only resist for so long!!!! So obviously he finds me trying to find something to eat at 3am and sneaks up on me and makes me scream loud enough to wake everyone up except he covers my mouth and now I’m pressed against him and 😳😳😳 and spike is so cute in his pajamas and messy hair and he looks down at me like!!!!! Like he wants to eat me!!!!! And so we kiss in the middle of the night and then I run away and I don’t talk to him about it for like weeks and he keeps trying to get me alone but I won’t deal with it until Jet sends us off together to get info for a bounty and then we have to talk about it

And he is basically just like I want to be with u but I tell him we can’t until he lets go of Julia which honestly pisses him off because he really thinks he has but hasn’t and I know he’s not over her and he’s just like if u don’t want me u don’t have to make up an excuse just say it and like that kinda drives a wedge between us for a bit

But unfortunately I am right about him not being over her bc the events of Jupiter jazz parts 1 & 2 happen where Ed finds something w the code name “Julia” on her computer and Spike jumps up to chase after it immediately and so urgently that he doesn’t even think twice about it and when Jet and I follow him out to the hanger to argue w him about going and he and Jet get into that fight Jet storms off and Spike looks at me and he knows I was right about Julia but he doesn’t say anything and flies off and so the events of the episodes happen and Faye is found and everything and Spike isn’t any closer to finding Julia but the night he gets back he slips into my bed and is kind of just like pls just let me lay here with u and I’m a sucker so I obviously do

And we don’t talk about it but it starts a new habit of the two of us doing that staying the night in each others rooms and the lines of our relationship are more blurred than ever and honestly it scares the hell out of me which ends in me leaving the bebop and I’m on my own for a bit except spike has had Ed track me down for the months I’ve left so he knows exactly where I’ve been and I only return during the ep pierrot le fou bc Faye makes me come back bc spike goes after that dude alone and super injured and will probably die so I go w her to help and she’s one of the reasons I stay the second time bc Faye does not express any feeling of want or need towards anyone and she doesn’t really express it to me but she’s kind of just like this lunkhead keeps almost dying now that ur gone and ur the only one who can do my nails without getting polish all over the sides so I think u should move back

And so I do and god I can’t believe how long this is but U GUYS ASKED!!!!! So I come back and Spike kind of avoids me the first couple of weeks until he finally snaps and is just like this is fucking stupid I love u and u love me and that should be enough!!!! And at this point I cannot keep pushing me away because!!! He said he loves me!!! And he does!!!!! And so we do give it a shot and it’s really fucking good until. Until the real folk blues and he’s leaving to go end vicious and I’m like screaming at him trying to get him to stay and he’s kind of just like YOU said we weren’t gonna work until I let go of this but now he’s going somewhere that he most certainly will die and I’m selfish and I’m telling him that I don’t care about any of it anymore and he like cannot promise me he’ll come back for me even tho I’m begging him to because he knows he probably isn’t coming back alive and I’m defeated obviously cause he’s never gonna listen to me and so all I can do is hug him and tell him I’ll see him when he gets back🫶

#and does he come back??????? idk❤️I don’t fucking KNOW!!!!!#okay sorry this is so long like oh my god is she okay?? (no)#I’m just really obsessed w him and this show and I absolutely inserted myself in there #this is actually maybe one of the only selfships I have where I stick this closely to canon #bc I respect the story so much I can’t change things I CANT!!!!#okay thank u guys for asking I love u all so so much #ask #mutuals!#spikeoz

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starkslydia · 2 years

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my main problem with greens / rhaenicents on tw is that they just throw words. like… that’s all they do. and most of the time it’s either delusional / fabricated / hypocritical stuff so i try to not pay attention to them because if i don’t like something i just ignore it but honestly it’s reaching a point where it’s getting ridiculous. with the greens it’s just delusion and misogyny and their own little fucked up view of the dance but regarding rhaenicent stans there are a few things that really piss me off. i’m not even going to dwell on them calling other lesbians or bisexual women like me (essentially any sapphic) lesbophobic for… not liking their ship? when most of the time said sapphics enjoy rhaenyra x laena? so anyways there’s that. there’s also something about their obsession with stripping rhaenyra of every single thing that makes rhaenyra who she is. her children, her dragon blood, her rage and fury, her vengeance, her targaryen heritage, her connection with daemon which goes beyond understanding for non-targaryens. they want her to be an accessory for their favorite character, because they don’t give a single fuck about rhaenyra herself. most of them actually dislike her (just go on tw and you will see) and honestly at least for me enjoying a ship while hating half of it… makes no sense. there’s also the whole “you hate the idea of lesbians so much you prefer incest” like bitch those are targaryens?? this is house of the dragon?? targaryens are known for their incestuous marriages?? rhaenyra MARRIES daemon?? alicent marries her two children?? and going back to the whole not giving a fuck about rhaenyra, i’ve seen way too may greens / rhaenicents on tw accusing blacks / daemyras of “supporting dv” (well, and way worse things but whatever besties) when… most of them romanticized the knife scene, making jokes about it or saying how hot it was. and the fact that they undermine rhaenyra’s loss and grief to fuel their fantasy that “they still have a chance” as if alicent hadn’t usurped her throne, stole her birthright and accident or not, she is responsible for lucerys getting murdered. the fact that they wholeheartedly believe that rhaenyra has to (and will) forgive her for everything after not only making her life miserable for ten years, but also being the cause of her greatest pain is literally insane. but whatever, because at the end of the day all they care about is their little fantasy with no regards for rhaenyra at all. just keep your shitty takes on ao3 and stop being whiny delusional people <3

disclaimer: to the lovely rhaenicents that only wished that otto was gone and the dance had never happened so alicent and rhaenyra could be together, this is not for / because of you, y’all are lovely and i wish you a nice day <3

note: i’m not gonna argue with anyone so if u try to start a fight i’m gonna block u idc this is just my opinion !

#starkslydia rants #i woke up and chose violence #hotd #house of the dragon #daemyra #anti rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen

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eddieswh0r · 2 years

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It Takes One To Know One.

Eddie Munson FanFic.

Part 2.

Summary: you and Eddie get closer and someone doesn’t like it.

Warnings: Swearing, mild violence,

Word count: out the window 😅

The S M U T is on it’s way in part 3 guys, brace yourselves 👀

P l e a s e leave feedback or I have no clue if you’re enjoying it🤷🏻‍♀️

Enjoy you bunch of f r e a k s. 🫶🏼

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. . .

Nearly a week had passed since the events that took place. Jason kept an extremely close eye on you which wasn’t hard as you lived in the same house and he took you too and from school. You remember that first day back at school after Jason gave Eddie that beating, the whispers in the hallway about what had happened all because Eddie took advantage of you. But that wasn’t true, he never did such a thing but you still never cleared up the rumours. Eddies locker got trashed, people even went out of their way to make posters calling him a predator and a creep, if the whole school didn’t hate him before, they sure did now. But one thing was eating you up, the guilt, the sheer guilt of it all. You knew Eddie wasn’t a bad guy, let’s face it he’s a freak but he would never do such a thing, you saw that when you looked in his eyes, his soft big brown eyes, you couldn’t shake the look of fear in face when he looked up at you to just tell the truth, it was eating you alive. You’d not seen him since, not even in the cafeteria. You’d over heard Dustin saying that Eddie was nowhere to be seen, not even at d&d. That wasn’t like him, he ALWAYS went, he was the dungeon master or so you’d heard, why wasn’t he there, where was he?

. . .

“Y/n, get in the car, c’mon” Jason called over to you as you walked out the school doors.

“Hey, uhm, I’m gonna stay behind in class today, for extra credits you know?”

“What?! You never do that, you fucking hate school”

“Yeah I know but I kinda wanna graduate this year” you replied with a slight chuckle, Jason agreed that it was the best for you and off he and Chrissy went. You waved them off and watched him drive away out of sight. You walked forward, not backwards into the school, it wasn’t extra credit you wanted, you didn’t care about that. You knew exactly where you wanted to go and made your way.

You turned left into a trailer park, looking around there was a clapped out car, a dog on some rope barking.

“Which one is it!!” You muttered to yourself, pure guilt eating you up inside. You looked over passed the metal fence and there it was, Eddies van. You made your way over with bated breath.

A quick knock on the door and you stood on the step waiting looking at the egg yolk stained trailer, you knew what that was from. You decided this was a terrible idea and turned heel.

“No he is NOT a satanic predator nor is he a freak, leave us alone” a gruff stern voice called. You turned back around to face this thin, balding man who actually scared you a little bit.

“Hi. Uhm.. Mr. Munson? no, I- is, is Eddie in? I’d like to see him please” you spoke softly with a half smile, just to let him know you weren’t there to throw more eggs or argue about the fact everyone thought Eddie was a Satan worshipper. Mr. Munsons face softened, relived that he wouldn’t have to try and clean egg yolk off the trailer on such a hot day or defend his nephew once again. A swift nod and Mr Munson opened the trailer door wider to let you past.

. . .

“He’s gonna appreciate this you know” Wayne spoke as you stood in the kitchen. “He’s had no friends visit since, since he was beat up, he wouldn’t tell me why or how but I know he’s in a pretty bad way, no school, not even d&d, but I won’t dwell, I’ve got work.. he’s in his room, go ahead, I’ll see ya around kid.” And with a quick nod and smile, Mr. Munson picked up his cigarettes and lighter and left.

You stood looking around, it wasn’t much. All different caps hung on the wall, cigarette butts in the ashtray and the faint smell of beer from crushed up cans laying about on the kitchen side. You made your way down the hall hearing faint music playing, you knew it, Iron Maiden. You prepared yourself and knocked.

“Wayne, I’m not hungry man.” Softly spoken, you could only just hear it, fuck it. You pushed the door open and there he was, topless on his bed, turned away, facing the wall. His hair was covering half his face, you studied him. Bruised back, bruised side. An overwhelming amount of guilt washed over you, why didn’t you help him, he’s not a bad guy. You gulped, hard, it was now or never.

“E-Eddie?.. hey, uhm.. I just wanted too, I just- I- I-“ Eddie instantly knew it was you, he didn’t even turn around to look at you.

“Please, get out Carver. Leave”

There was no anger in his voice, but you could hear the hurt, softly spoken almost a whisper.

“Eddie please, I want to talk..” almost begging him, you couldn’t deal with the guilt and you needed him to be okay. He didn’t deserve what happened and you fucking knew that.

“Talk? TALK?!” He sat up turning towards you, holding his side. A split in his lip and under both of his eyes, dark purple and yellowing. The darker bruises had started to fade only just but his face was a mess, purple and yellow bruises covered the left side of his ribs and round to his stomach. your eyes pricked with tears. This was your fault.

“Yeah right, how about we fucking talk then? Let’s talk about how you didn’t fucking speak up when I needed you? No help at all? Not even the fucking truth from you y/n!! I asked you to tell them.. I FUCKING asked you man. And nothing.”

You couldn’t handle it anymore, the tears fell and you walked over in front of him, your hands placed on top of one of his while he still continued holding his side with the other, you kneeled down between his legs which hung over the side of his bed, all hate for him vanished. He was vulnerable now, he was exposed, a side of him you’d never seen.

“Please Eddie” you whispered. “Scream at me, shout at me, do whatever. I know I deserve it. I should have spoken up I kn-“

“Is there any point? What? So you can run back to your brother and I’m in for another beating? I’m not some fucking predator like everyone is saying y/n, I wanted to help. I didn’t wanna leave you in that state cos I’d never have forgiven myself if say you’d choked on your own vomit in your sleep. I’m a good fucking guy, I didn’t deserve that. I really fucking didn’t Carver.” His voice breaking at the end of speaking, he whipped his hand from underneath yours and dropped his head into his hands. You didn’t know what to do, your stomach dropped, he wasn’t this big scary terrifying freak, he was a sensitive, caring human being. You moved his hands away from his face, placing your hands on his cheeks.

“Eddie, wether you believe me or not, I am so fucking sorry. I will never forgive myself for this. You’re- you’re not what I thought you were.. you’re caring, gentle, kind.. and I’m hoping you’re also a forgiving person? But hey.. I wouldn’t forgive me either. I’m a freak”

You made your hands into a fist and pretended to stab yourself in the heart. A light faint chuckle left his lips and your heart warmed. You looked into his eyes, boy those big brown soft eyes, since the kiss in the woods you couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter what. You still hated him at that point but now? All hate had faded away and you were left longing just to see him smile again. He cared and you knew he did, you were like him but you could never admit that.

. . .

“So you see, that’s how you start the BEST campaign.” Eddie laughed and it made your heart flutter. You’d been speaking for hours now and you realised, you’re the female version of him but you hid it from everyone, because Jason was your brother and you HAD to fit in. He was explaining D&D to you, watching his face light up as he explained his passion really made your heart full, he had the most infectious laugh. You glanced over at the clock, 1:30am.

“Fuck. FUUUUCK. Eddie I need to get home, I only said I was staying behind in class for extra credit”

“Come on, I’ll drive you home, I think I can manage that” he smiled nodding down to his ribs. “I could do with some air anyway.”

You gathered your things and head out to his van, driving down the roads to your house in silence while the low hums of music played. You leant your head back and listened, of course he was playing Ozzy but you didn’t have to hide the fact you liked it, not to him anyway. Eddie pulled up a couple of houses away, he wasn’t wanting to have another beating again.

“Home Sweet Home” he glanced over to you with a smile, you threw your bag over your shoulder, you didn’t want to leave him, in fact you wanted nothing more than to stay in his company.

“So.. am I forgiven now?” You looked up through your eyelashes at him, a gentle smile on his face.

“Hm, I’m not so sure you know? You’ve a lot of making up to do” he chuckled and so did you, as you opened the door and went to get out he placed his hand on your thigh.

“Hey, before you go I just wanna say Thankyou, you’re alright I guess Carver” with a wink he squeezed your thigh and then placed it back on the wheel. You smiled at him and closed the door, quiet as you could. You walked round the front of the van to the sidewalk and made your way to your house. You turned slightly and held up your hand to wave bye and as he drove past slowly he hung his head out the window.

“Laters, baby.”

And that’s when you knew.

. . .

You closed the door as quietly as you could behind you, creeping down the hallway into the kitchen to get a bottle of water which you always did before bed. You crept into the kitchen only to be met by a dark figure sat at the table.

“Staying behind for extra credit were ya?” A dark tone in his voice.

“Jason, I-.”

“Where were you y/n!!”

“I went to, uhm, to you know, you know my friend Ashley? I was studying with her” you forced a fake smile shrugging it off and grabbed your bottle from the fridge. Jason grabbed your shoulder spinning round to him.

“Do NOT fucking lie to me, tell me why you smell of cigarettes and beer.” He narrowed his eyes glaring at you.

“You’ve been with that FREAK, HAVEN’T YOU” Jasons voice particularly loud now, he pinned your shoulder against the fridge.

“Ow! Jason, get off, you’re hurting me!”

“Fucking tell me the truth, don’t lie to me y/n, I fucking KNOW you have, it’s written ALL. OVER. YOUR. FACE.”

You glanced down at your feet knowing you couldn’t lie for shit, he knew and there was nothing you could do. You held your cheek, tears forming in your eyes as Jason’s hand connected with your face, you wanted to run, far away and you knew exactly where you’d go.

“Wait till I see that FREAK, he’s got it coming, he’ll be fucking sorry” Jason gave you a shove and you fell back into the fridge, as you watched him walk away the tears fell, you never wanted to let your brother down but the connection with Eddie was growing stronger and you couldn’t deny that, well on your part it was.

. . .

You walked into the cafeteria, a slight noticeable bruise on your cheek. There was murmurs from different people which you ignored just thinking it was about your bruise.

“HEY FREAK!!!” You looked round to see Jason making his way to the Hellfire table, you’d convinced Eddie the previous night to come back to school, maybe that was a mistake. Shit.

“HEY!!! I’M TALKING TO YOU, FREAK”

The whole cafeteria was watching open mouthed. Eddie stayed sat talking to his friends, trying to ignore the fact that Jason was gunning for him. Before he knew it he was being dragged out of his seat.

“I SAID I’M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU!! You think you can keep my sister locked in at yours..” Jason was now completely twisting things and you couldn’t bare to watch, not again. Eddie grabbed Jason’s hands and threw them off him.

“You have no idea do you Jason, y/n came to me. On her own. I didn’t FORCE y/n to do anything”

“That’s not what she told me FREAK.”

What? Did you hear that right? You never said anything, you wanted to run, but this time you marched towards your brother, shoving him away from Eddie.

“Hey! Dumbass, I didn’t say shit to you” you call out while giving Jason yet another shove to his shoulder. “…And while we’re on the subject” you jumped up onto the Hellfire table

“This person here..” you shouting pointing towards Eddie “…He is THE most kind, caring human I’ve ever met, he didn’t do ANYTHING to me at all the night of the party apart from look after my drunk ass and he ended up getting a beating from my so called dumb fuck brother. And YES last night I was with Eddie and we spoke for hours and hours and if you all bothered to stop your shitty lives for just a second you’d see how AMAZING he is!!” You let out a breath looking at every one stare at you. Dustin, Gareth and the rest of the Hellfire table had the biggest grins on their faces you’d ever seen. Jason stood there glaring at you, brows furrowed.

“You’re nothing to me, don’t ever think you’ll sit with us, hang with us or anything. You’ve lost all your friends, you’re done. You’re a freak” Jason said in a low tone. You got down from the table and watched Jason walk away. The whole cafeteria continued doing their own thing.

“See, i told you, you’re a freak. It takes one to know one.” Eddie grinned from ear to ear putting his hand on your shoulder.

. . .

Part 3

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#eddie munson #joe quinn #joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x reader #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie x y/n #eddie munson smut #thank you #fanfic #part 2

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tabithatwo · 1 year

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I so agree with your “meh” feeling about episode two and it’s such a relief to see someone else put exactly how I was left feeling into words! I love this show sm but that was the first episode to legitimately throw me story wise I was like huh?

they set up Shauna to be so shaken unstable and possessive like you said of Jackie’s corpse just for her to put up zero fight at the thought of cremating her body? Like sure she argued a little bit but I was expecting more passion behind it and I feel like most ppl in the fandom were considering it’s what a lot of us thought she was going to punch Lottie for. So to see her kind of just quietly accept it SO QUICKLY was jarring.

Not to mention the “goodbye scene” was SO short when u think of how important a scene like that should’ve been? We open season two w Shaunas grief for Jackie I don’t get why they didn’t dwell on that concept longer in the episode we actually see them get rid of her physical body in. Like I rlly hated how quickly Shauna heads back inside after setting the pyre on fire. And Travis shoving javis pants onto it (as much as I understand why) felt so convenient? And took even that much more away from the focus of that scene

The “for the baby” line was so oddly placed and I was so confused w the writing there too! Why was the makeup the deal breaker for them, starting the episode with them being so concerned abt that to ending it with eating her seemed rlly disconnected and silly.

i agree about the disjointed feeling w the adults in this one too, I personally hated the scene of lottie describing Travis’s death something abt the tone of it rlly bothered me it felt like it was trying to be comedic but I don’t think that was necessary there.

and as much as i understand the reasoning and genuinely love the idea of of juxtaposing the raw reality of them devouring Jackie w the Roman feast imagery I feel like some shots were held too long and it made it almost corny

It’s not enough of a meh feeling to ever stop watching and I’m not too concerned just bc I have faith that with so much happening these first few eps that only means it’s gonna get more intense and better executed when there’s less huge leaps to cover I’m sure

Any ways u don’t have to respond! At least not on this post since I made it so long I just felt like venting bc u seemed to share a lot of my exact thoughts and I haven’t rlly seen anyone in the fandom be brave enough to say this so 😭

Replying to say I see you I hear you I get you!! The pyre exit felt abrupt to me too and not in a clear “I can’t watch this” way. Idk idk idk. I agree with the Roman feast stuff too, don’t come for me internet lmao. I did love the Travis death scene PREMISE because it’s so beautifully stupid lol but I can see what you’re saying. Still need to rewatch a few times when my brain can handle that input in the next few days. Anyway, short response mostly to say YES you’re seen and heard, but also to say feel free to message me if you want to 💖💖

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send-me-a-puffalope · 2 years

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Legacy vampires can only be killed by someone they love.

“Is my heart safe with you” like literally is it. Because if I give it to you you’re my Achilles heel (GREEK MYTH REFERENXE!!!!)

Legacy’s can only die *if they want to*

Legacies can only die while they’re broken hearted

Etc I could go on forever about killing legacies

So imagine some angsty ass shit.

“Cal- I’m sorry. I love you.” Juliette pleaded, the pure silver tip of Calliope’s spear burning against her skin. Juliette barely even notices the burn, she’s too distraught, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t say that.” Calliope responds, her own hear breaking in turn.

“Do it. Cal. Stake me. It’s okay. You want to kill me. Do it. I won’t stop you.” Juliette’s thoughts are ablaze, her mind running a thousand miles an instant, and yet, she couldn’t help but recall Juliet, in a similar position as herself, blade pressed to her chest, as she is faced with the reality of never holding her lover again, letting the dagger strike, for a life without her, is not truly worth living.

Calliope’s mind splits, her inner voices arguing, you still love her, one argues, you can’t do this. She turned Theo! Another voice shouts. She destroyed your family. Stake her. She deserves it! It’s not like she’ll die anyway. Choking back tears, Calliope lets the spear sink in, and watches as the red blood leaks from Juliette’s broken heart.

ANYWAY THATS ENOUGH ANGST FOR TONIGHT

Ao. In terms of other theories. I think that cal’s mom is gonna go to Juliette, thank her, maybe even take her family out of the hunters guild. But cal is still gonna be determined to bring the legacies down. And it’ll build tension. Cuz they’ll see eachother in school. And Jules is still just heart eyes in love fuckin crying everytime cal glares.

And then something crazy is gonna happen and cals gonna be in danger. And Juliette will save her. Possibly at peril to herself. And cal will be mad about it.

Apollo is gonna not too fast but pretty soon decide that Juliette can’t be that bad. She saved Theo! Even after Apollo got him killed. And that Theo is still their brother vampire or not. Vampires aren’t all evil. Because my brothers one. And if they’re not all evil… then…

But I think maybe around 1/3rd or halfway through the season depending on how many more seasons they commit to, cal and Jules will get back together, BUT a legacy vampire. Who is a real threat. Will emerge. And. Wait. I scratch that.

At like. The climax of the plot. Before our star crossed lovers reconvene, there’s gonna be a thing. With the legacy vampires. Where someone really evil needs to be killed. And Cal and Jules will have to do it together. Which means Jules will tell cal how to kill a legacy. Even though cal still wants Jules dead.

ALSO

All the while. While they’re broken up. They’re still sharing dreams. So there’s scenes like

Cut. They’re making out. Cal stumbles back. WHATRE YOU DOING HERE

ITS NOT ON PURPOSE

Cut. They’re on a date. They’re being all lovey.

WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING.

BECAUSE ANGST

Thank u for listening to so so so much bs

EXACTLY!! Thats what im thinking too!!! I feel like more likely they're gonna do smth with the Emerald Malkia being killed being the thing to kill vampires, however I think its infinitely more moving to have Legacy vampires' weakness be love since it seems like Margot and Juliette are the exception compared to other Legacy vampires, being the ones to chase for love rather than power and tradition.

Bestie. have you checked out the First Kill tag on ao3 cause my bestie Cal wrote some ANGSTY ASS FICS AND I REREAD THEM EVERY DAY AND ITS INSANE (every unworthy thing and dwell upon thine eyes). Actually, if you dm me I'll send you all the fics I've been obsessing over. The First Kill gays really went heavy on the angst in their fanfics.

I feel like they're building up for Oliver to be the true villain, despite his "arc" in season 1. Him revealing his monster army to Theo at the end of ep 8 feels like leading up to him taking over Savannah altogether. In my mind, Oliver is just as manipulative and power hungry as Elinor, he just refuses to admit it. Idk if Jules will actively pursue for his death but I love the idea that you brought up. Jules trusting in Cal the knowledge of how to kill her and her family and the conflict that'll inevitably bring.

THE DREAM THINGGG,,, brings me back to fanfic hellooooo. I've read at least like 5 fics with them seeing each other in their dreams after ep 8. Insane.

PLEASE!!! Talk to me more, in I'm in a First Kill discord and the amount of thoughts we have. I am constantly knee deep in First Kill theories and god I'm so invested. At this point, I've read so much fanfic that it is hard to tell what's canon and what's just a popular headcanon LMFAO.

#ask!!!#blue00phoenix #caitlyn!!!

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wretcheddthing · 4 months

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Are there any songs you associate with Venali?

Hello ! :))) I’m just gonna give you the Playlist™️ break down. Fun fact! I have all of my playlists organized into folders and Venali is my only BG3 character to go directly into the BG3 folder rather than the OC one :3 it’s bc she’s canon 2 me

Songs and Reasons under the cut

• Don’t Let the Good Life Pass You Bye by Cass Elliot

Chosen bc since gaining magic, she hasn’t settled Once. This song is her reminder to slow down, appreciate the beauty of the present, don’t focus so hard on getting back to a life that can’t be returned to. It’s up to her to make her current path good.

• Dreams by The Cranberries

Sort of the same vein as the last song, except more along the lines of meeting and falling in love with Gale

• What’s Up? by 4 Non Blondes

bc tbh what the hell wven is happening

• The Cave by Mumford & Sons

Sorta follows Ven simultaneously running from and pursuing that which she considers to have ruined her. It’s a pep talk but also a reprimand to herself for putting herself in an u favorable position but knowing she’s strong enough to see it through.

And I’ll find strength in pain

And I will change my ways

I’ll know my name as it’s called again.

This bit ^ in particular bc she’s spending all of her time pretending to be somebody she isn’t (a wizard). Allowing herself to be authentic again is as much a motivator to see her task through as being rid of her magic entirely.

• Left Behind (Together) by Gustavo Santaolalla

idk how much you know about the last of us or the left behind dlc and ellie’s relationship with riley but this song. ….. …….. …. . good lird. put it on the playlist for venali and maude bc i think their relationship favors ellie and riley’s, especially how it ended.

i don’t think i’ve gone that deep into that aspect of ven’s backstory here but long, Long story short. Ven had 7 other friends, the 8 of them did adventures in childhood that turned into pursing for actual careers in adulthood. of all of them, maude was ven’s closest friend, co captain, favorite person in the world. they also had a sorta romantic, kinda almost dating thing going on. part of how ven got her powers is the entity demanded sacrifice, took control of 4 of them, made them kill the other 4. venali had to kill maude. thusly, song from left behind but specifically fun a really soft and happy moment to make me want to eat glass. also the title, being left behind together. maude because she lost her life, venali bc she lost a large part of herself.

• Euthanasia by Will Wood

honestly only here bc i’m mean. listen.

I was right there, while you fought tooth and nail

Gasping in the gas mask, thrashing ‘til you disappeared

mostly it’s the grief venali feels over the entire situation, but specifically being made to kill maude.

• We’ll Meet Again by Johnny Cash

i mean. following a theme here.

• My Silver Lining by First Aid Kit

it’s SUCH a venali song. i guess it could be a tav song in general but it encapsulates her specific journey so well.

I don’t wanna wait anymore

I’m tired of looking for answers

Take me someplace where there’s

Music and there’s laughter

I don’t know if I’m scared of dying

But I’m scared of living too fast, too slow

Regret, remorse, hold on

Oh no I gotta go

litchrally describing her search for information on what basically cursed her and her friends to have a connection to the weave they Don’t Want and Can’t Control. She’s struggling to live in the present but has to choice in the matter. She can’t dwell on the past bc it will consume her, she can’t worry about the future because it will demoralize her.

These shackles I made in an attempt to be free

Be it for reason, be it for love

I won’t take the easy road.

she’s bound herself to her current path. by running head first into the first idea she had, she’s had to full send that decision. and it isn’t easy maintaining a deception of the magnitude she is for so many years. she’s gonna see it through, though. plus the latter half of the song is pretty hopeful.

so i guess this song would be a more direct answer to your question but. venali hours, you understand.

• Don’t Forget About Me by CLOVES

and we return to “songs about Ven’s dead friends”

• Locked in a Cage by Brick + Mortar

(love these guys btw they’re great live) but basically another song about how ven feels trapped by the path she’s chosen

• Who Are You, Really? By Mikky Ekko

mostly just for the opening lyrics

So you feel entitled to a sense of control

Make decisions that you think are your own

You are a stranger here, why have you come?

Why have you come? Lift me higher, let me look at the sun.

• We Haven’t Turned Around by Gomez

i don’t remember adding this tbh. but i do like it. maybe something about that line “so you wanna make catastrophe”

• Cul De Sac by Duncan Fellows

another song speaking to how venali is unhappy with how her life has turned out thus far but also kinda allowing gale to show her that there’s some good further down the path she leads. also sort of a gale song. a big part of their dynamic is they teach each other to appreciate the parts of themselves they’d sooner forget so Y’know.

You’re just what I need

Oh, I just wanted you to see it for yourself, my dear

• Runaway by The National

bc i didn’t have enough sad song about ven being resolute but unhappy about it

• Silhouette by Aquilo

so many of these songs describe ven Before the events of bg3 but this one hits the nail on the head for the entirety of the campaign.

Devil’s on your shoulder

Raphael seeking her out for a deal

Strangers in your head

The tadpole, The Emperor, and everyone whose mind she’s connected to because of it.

As if you don’t remember

As if you can’t forget.

part of what makes ven’s backstory work for her is she has eidetic memory, and the only thing she has ever struggled to recall is what happened in the ruin where she lost her friends.

Let’s go out in flames

So everyone knows who we are

‘Cause these city walls never knew

That we’d make it this far

the odds were so insanely stacked against everyone by the end of the campaign that they Were willing to sacrifice themselves to stop it. at least venali was prepared for the reality that she might not walk away from this battle. also the line about the city walls calls back to ven’s simple childhood in baldur’s gate dreaming of some personal greatness.

and that’s what i have. i’ll probably add more after posting this :)

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