#No shame in wearing your own merch just own it

[flowery-laser-blasts]

"Here, put this on before you catch a cold or your make-up runs out." "Oh, thanks I-" "What? ... Oh, I-, I can explain!" "How many..." "...How many what?" "How many rappin' shampoo merch shirts did you order?"

Based on real events, but overly dramatised for your regularly scheduled Drakgo needs.

Shirt print idea by Madd!

#drakgo #kim possible #shego #dr drakken #drdrakken #drakken #drakken x shego #shegoxdrakken #kimpossible #Throw back to this years gamescom and the bf got completely soaked #Honestly the most romantic thing #Also felt so bad for him #It stormed insanely hard #I actually made two shirts for myself in the past with fanart for my fave bands #No shame in wearing your own merch just own it #Also buff wet drakken I- #Soft fluff shego I-

[astonmartinii]

ultimate wing man | daniel ricciardo social media au

pairing: daniel ricciardo x horner!reader y/n is notoriously single, and her dad decides to take it into his own hands.

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yourusername

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yourusername: galentines was a must this year

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user1: this girl cute and rich how come no man has come in for her?

yourusername: i ask myself that everyday tbf i am a catch 🎣

user2: i need to be her friend asap

christianhorner: looking lovely darling as usual

yourusername: thank you papa

yourbff1: thank you for the champagne father horner

yourbff2: thank you for driving to london to pick us up at 2am father horner

yourbff3: sorry for throwing up in the porsche father horner

christianhorner: no worries girls, all will be forgiven if you convince y/n to go on the date i set up for her

yourusername: will you stopppppppp i just got out of a relationship ur not gonna be grandpa for a good fucking while

christianhorner: you can be the one to tell your mum that

yourusername: please your ego can't take being called grandpa

user4: so what i'm hearing is i need to be friends with y/n to get my nights out paid for by christian horner

user5: i know yall hate christian but his relationships with his kids kinda make me like him

user6: no i agree with you, it's super cute and you can't handle that he's just good at his job

maxverstappen1: oh i see, @danielricciardo why didn't we get our tabs covered?

danielricciardo: clearly aren't loved as much here :(

yourusername: i mean i'm his literal flesh and blood

maxverstappen1: but we make him money ???

yourusername: and i spend it?

danielricciardo: so we're funding the galentines benders?

yourusername: eh probably, i do have a job but i'd rather spend other people's money lol

user7: she's so real

user8: she is my professor of girl maths

christianhorner

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christianhorner: had to get the grill out for this bank holiday weekend with the family

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user10: christian referring to max and dan as family sergio i am so sorry

user11: the state of the seasoning makes me think that sergio dodged a bullet

yourusername: thank you papa but disappointed not to see you wearing the apron i got you for christmas

christianhorner: i'm sorry y/n but i'm not going to wear a "this chef wants to fuck toto wolff" apron at a family event

yourusername: shame, you wear daniel's merch all the time

danielricciardo: awwww christian i'm blushing

user12: i'm sorry christian horner owns a "this chef wants to fuck toto wolff" apron and we haven't seen it

user13: y/n horner you are a national treasure for real

maxverstappen1: woah who are those sexy guys in the last picture?

yourusername: the way i can't escape yall even at family events

maxverstappen1: not our fault ur dad loves us

danielricciardo: though there are definite perks

christianhorner: my cooking skills?

danielricciardo: sure...

user14: christian's obsession with daniel needs to be studied

yourusername: i think it's just a horner thing tbf

user15: HUH?

user16: i mean who isn't obsessed with daniel

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user17: to be honest i would love for y/n and daniel to be a thing i am TIRED of constantly reading about how her latest bf has cheated on her

user18: for real that girl is in the trenches all the time she needs a good guy

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yourusername: not really the dress for a pasta dinner but look at the material

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user22: miss ma'am i thought we were a no on the dating thing for a while

yourusername: i'm dumb i know but i have a good feeling about this one !!

user23: i think i've seen this film before

yourusername: have some faith my dad picked him so it's not my terrible taste

maxverstappen1: wait so you actually went on the date your dad set up for you?

yourusername: uh yeah when you have taste this bad you need intervention

maxverstappen1: you said it not me

yourusername: you said nothing every time i brought them to the garage

maxverstappen1: not to your face lol i was trying to be nice in front of your dad

yourusername: hmmmmmm well part of me thinks you guys won't have any complaints about this one

user23: i hate that i am so invested in this

alexalbon: so the date happened and lily and i still haven't gotten the debrief yet? i see how it is.

yourusername: bro i just got home and sat down give me some time

alexalbon: let me put the kettle on and then call us

yourusername: i can't promise i can tell you who it was just yet

lilymunhe: you're such a tease !!!

yourusername: gentleman don't kiss and tell

user24: walk with me: christian set this date up, christian loves daniel, daniel and the guy in the picture both have tattoos, daniel usually comments on all of y/n's posts but is silent on this one

user25: get a life (i believe you 100%).

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo: enchante

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user26: WHAT IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

user27: daniel really said fuck y/n's soft launch

maxverstappen1: YES the garage owe me $50

yourusername: you bet on who my date was?

maxverstappen1: well i bet even though it was the most obvious thing in the world who your dad would choose

yourusername: my dad has good taste?

user28: it's annoying me how cute this is

user29: i need it to be me next time

yourbff1: father horner can you matchmake for me next please, anyone on the grid will work

christianhorner: my days of being cupid are over unfortunately, pulling this off was way too stressful

user30: you telling me horner gets more stressed over setting his daughter up rather than whole ass races

yourusername: you're lucky you're sexy i had the whole soft launch planned out

danielricciardo: my sexiness has gotten me out of a lot in life

yourusername: it won't get you out of this family dinner though

danielricciardo: oh please your dad is only having dinner so he can see me

yourusername: unfortunately true, at least i love you as well now

danielricciardo: you always did, don't lie

yourusername: yeah but i don't want to inflate your ego any more

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: someone save me from the constant torture of third wheeling

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user32: max is such a mood, i too become suicidal around any happy couple

yourusername: i don't remember you complaining when we literally made you dinner and hung out with you all night because you were "bored and lonely and wanted to annoy us"

maxverstappen1: *annoy my favourites

danielricciardo: we're well aware we're your favourites, we're the only ones who will tolerate you

maxverstappen1: well when you put it like that it makes me sad

yourusername: nooooo maxy we love you

user33: max using a meme of himself is peak max verstappen behaviour i can't lie

landonorris: wait so where was my invitation?

yourusername: this wasn't an invite only event it was me and daniel trying to have an evening in

maxverstappen1: but i thought you liked that i bought jimmy and sassy :(

yourusername: I LOVE THEM PLEASE HELP ME CONVINCE DANIEL TO GET A CAT

danielricciardo: i love you so much but we can barely feed ourselves and max so maybe we shouldn't be in charge of another living creature

yourusername: can we at least cat sit :(

danielricciardo: of course honey

user34: oh to be drinking wine on the couch with my boy friend daniel ricciardo

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yourusername: thank you dad, you picked a good one x

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user35: i'm so jealous rn don't hit me up

danielricciardo: i think you picked THE ONE

yourusername: he's never going to shut up about this but i'll deal with it to be with you

danielricciardo: i'm blushing y/n

yourusername: i can make you do a lot more than blush

maxverstappen1: CHILDREN PRESENT

user36: this shit is like a straight up fairytale, christian should actually go into professional matchmaking

user37: girl yeah this match was made in heaven but we all know it's because christian LOVES daniel as well

user38: he's been gagging for daniel to be his son in law since like 2014

landonorris: thank god this happened, this man was PINING for so fucking long

danielricciardo: okay like no need to blast me

yourusername: omg you pined too, suddenly i'm not as much of a loser as i once thought

danielricciardo: you were never a loser babe

landonorris: maybe you were if you had a crush on him in 2014

danielricciardo: LANDO I WAS A CATCH IN 2014

yourusername: you've always been a catch babe don't worry

christianhorner: i know what i'm doing, i'm glad you're finally happy

yourusername: thank you dad xx

danielricciardo: thank you soon to be dad xx

user39: WHAT

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo: i drove in your dad's wedding, but it'll be ours next

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user39: i think i heard christian's screams of joy all the way from the other side of the world

christianhorner: so happy for you two

danielricciardo: thank you so much for having faith in me

christianhorner: i know you'll treat her well and i know she'll treat you well, i'm excited to have you in the family

yourusername: awwww dad you're such a sap

maxverstappen1: do i need to marry into the family to still be invited to horner events?

christianhorner: no you're still invited max

yourusername: dad's golden boys will always have invites so you're safe max - bring seb to the next one too

user40: not all of the golden boys having championships other than daniel

danielricciardo: still ended up with the best prize in the end

yourusername: DANNY oh wow....

danielricciardo: not wrong though, i have no regrets because it all led to you

landonorris: @christianhorner i am painfully single please help

christianhorner: i'm not a miracle worker

yourusername: horners take no prisoners

note: pls enjoy this lil one, i did this as a palate cleanser before i get to p3 of into the arms of another and all the dragging that's about to come

#f1 #f1 x you #f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo instagram au #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo

[colourstreakgryffin]

Idk if you write for Vox, but can I request some headcanons with Vox being with a S/O who’s like a gamer/streamer? Like they would be streaming different games and sometimes would even get Vox to appear in their streams and have him play games with them - I can see Vox raging at a game if he loses and his S/O would just find it cute

Btw may I be called 🍡 anon if that hasn’t been taken yet??

Haha! Oooh! I actually REALLY like this idea! Vox would get even more popularity with us and we’d get a lot of popularity with Vox! I like it and the concepts is cool! Thank you so much, Mochi! Have a wonderful day!

Vox- Cameras and TVs

Vox automatically likes any partner that enjoy and use his advanced technology and since you’re a influential streamer on Tremor that uses the latest tech to keep up your career, Vox likes your tastes even more and he also likes to watch your streams. He finds them interesting

Vox, at first, was mainly your friend and your set-up provider, he’d give you the tech for your streaming career and that more casual business relationship turned into an actual one. He had grown to enjoy your streams and yes, let me say, he is actually a fan of yours

Vox eventually wanted to push up that friendship to a relationship after a few months of knowing you and getting to learn about you, so he begun subtly flirting with you, his crush growing every single day and possibly out of luck or out of his own rizz working, you agreed to go out with him. Ever since that moment, you nor him regret it

Vox may or may not travel through your gaming PC screen, just to say hi and give you a cute kiss right in front of your stream. It’s quite a surprise and he knows it’s spread around online since nobody would ever suspect a infamous streamer like yourself to be are seeing the Vox himself

Vox often only enters your streaming room when he wants to tell you something important or he wants to give you food or more Vox-like, he wants attention and hugs. Every single time he does this, he ends up playing your game with him after you encourage him

“Hmm… I don’t know, Honeypot, games aren’t my thing…”

“Come on, Voxiepie! Just try it with me! Don’t worry, i’ll help you!”

After a few seconds, Vox is already absorbed in the game that he can’t help but rage so much that the house temporarily loses power and he rushes to fix it to try save your stream. He does this a lot but you find it cute, nowhere near annoyed with it as anybody else would be

Sometimes, Vox will enter your stream then just sit you in his lap so he can watch you play and enjoy your presence, all without pulling you away from your screen or your games. To him, you look so attractive when you’re focusing on kicking ass in your little fantasy videogames

Yes, Vox promotes your merch on his show sometimes and promotes people who like streaming and videogames to watch your Tremor streams. He is a fanboy and he’s proud of how much he likes your work, he isn’t even ashamed of it. He admits it to the Vees without a single ounce of shame

Vox will wear your merch at times. Just randomly in the house you two share or whilst he is privately working as an Overlord. He loves the hoodies and the tees, they are comfortable AF and sometimes, he just goes to sleep in them

Vox is possessive so you know he is not only your Tremor mod, he’s also the one who tracks down to destroy any stalker you may end up getting from your streamer career, he also collects all your limited edition merch since he wants everybody to know you belong to him

Vox is very supportive of this career. Some of it, he isn’t a fan of but a lot of it, he loves and he is getting better at these games. Despite how often he rages at them

“Honeypot. How much have you eaten today? I hope you ate that takeout I ordered for you. Yeah? Good. What game did you take five hours to perfect this time?”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel characters #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel imagine #vivziepop hazbin hotel #vivziepop #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox x reader #vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #boyfriend imagines #boyfriend #headcanons #cute imagines #cute boy being cute #vox ain’t that bad #supportive boyfriend go brrrr #streamer reader au #gn reader #romantic headcanons #romantic #romantic vox #romantic vox x reader #lovers #overlord vox

[lennadanvers]

Pure Imagination: wearing his band's t-shirt

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Jeff holds the very first Corroded Cofin’s merch with his arms extended. Eddie is just as proud as him, if not more. The band has been working on the design for at least a couple of years. It started as doodles on the back of Garreth’s notebook, at lunch, when all of them were still in high school.

Admittedly, Eddie wasn’t paying full attention to what was going on. But who could blame him? That day- a grey Wednesday- you were wearing short rain boots that made your legs look so… out of reach. And your hair! Over the months, Eddie had arrived to the conclusion that you liked rain more than normal people did. He’d caught you walking way too slowly on your way through the parking lot more times than you’d probably like to know. Sometimes you did it even if you didn’t need to. He was sure this was the case. Your hair was wet, tiny drops shining under the yellow lights of the cafeteria. Diamonds would have looked amazing on you. But he’d never touched a real diamond, much less did he have the money to buy you some. What a shame. A terrible loss for the mineral kingdom, truly.

That day, Dustin’s hand gripping his shoulder forced his attention back to his own table, where Jeff and Gareth were having a heated debate about whether the use of green was appropriate for a corroded coffin or not.

Now, a graduation and a rainbow of deterioration colors later, they are in presence of the first Corroded Coffin t-shirt ever. Ever.

And all Eddie can think about is how it would look on you.

Maybe they can make one in your size. Black suits you. Everything suits you, if he's honest. But the hypothetical way you’d look after one of their presentations concerts, wearing their name- flushed cheeks, hair up to fight the heat moistening your neck with perspiration- has a special place in his belly. He remembers he’s made a pendant out of one of his guitar picks. It would fit perfectly with the other charms on your bracelet. It doesn’t have diamonds, but it’s worth just the same to him.

As he smiles and admires the t-shirt- a milestone in their musical career- Eddie lets the vision take over his reality. In his head, you want to wear it- you like love his music, so much that you’re always in the front row, yelling the lyrics he wrote about you. You smile at him- not just in his direction. When he gets down of the stage, it is to find you. You run up to him, and he catches you. Your legs go around Eddie’s waist, your arms behind his neck: your whole body hugging his. He gets to have your eyes on him. You hold Eddie's guitar for him- he trusts you. Maybe you even pretend to play it and he becomes a puddle of a man.

But then Jeff folds the t-shirt and he realizes not only that he’s not at the Hideout, but also that you’re not wearing his name on your clothes.

Someday, he promises himself. Someday… the voice in his head sounds like the pastor that preaches on the radio: Heaven is waiting for us devotees.

Taglist: @whataboutbibi @hellfirenacht

Hope you liked it <3

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#eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #fanfiction #corroded coffin

[2d-reality]

Little Things (The Envious Thirdborn)

characters: Leviathan, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 1334, this one got away from me a little notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!

Adrenaline pulses through Levi’s veins. His hands shake with it, even as he sits back in his gaming chair, and cold shock ices over the hot rush of blood in his veins. 

A Sucre Frenzy collectible has slipped from his grasp. It was a limited-time run, only live for a few minutes, given how quickly stock had sold out. He’d been watching the drop for days, even though the band had only posted vaguely to something happening, with a link to a blank webpage with a countdown. No one had known what it was they were hinting at, and even though Levi had what he thought was every e-commerce website preloaded to ensure a fulfilled order no matter what website hosted a flash sale, the limited edition merch he’d coveted since the launch went live was now nothing more than a distant dream. Maybe he didn’t click fast enough. Maybe the slight error in the shipping address that had forced him to re-enter his details had pushed him out of the running. Maybe Sucre Frenzy knew that he was just a worthless shut in, and didn’t deserve the special treatment. Maybe he just wasn’t good enough after all. He should have known.

A frantic knock at his bedroom door registered dimly in the midst of his self-deprecating spiral. It isn’t until his tail, flicking anxiously behind him, knocks over the stack of manga next to his desk and he hears the sound of your voice on the other side of the door, that his thoughts grind to a halt long enough to push his body into action. 

It’s muscle memory that gets him up, still half-lost in his head, and leads him to the door. He’s speaking the other half of this week’s special passphrase before he even realizes he’s doing it. He reaches for the door handle, then pauses. For a moment, he watches his hand tremble, and hears you again. 

“Levi?”

Sucking in a breath, he opens the door, and the smile you wear nearly blinds him. You’re clutching your DDD to your chest and look fit to bursting. 

“So?” you chirp. “Did you see it?  I bet you’re excited to get it all! We don’t even know exactly what they’re giving us!” 

Us. You had managed to get your hands on the drop. Jealousy sparks in his chest, sharp and biting, and for a moment, he resents you. He was the one who introduced you to Sucre Frenzy, and now you were the competition. In the next moment, a bucket of cold shame is dumped over his head. He couldn’t be angry with you, not really, not when your eyes sparkle in the ambient light of Henry’s fish tank. The green monster still coats his tongue as he speaks. His tail swishes over the tile behind him as he grips the side of his bedroom door, attempting to shield himself from your exuberance. 

“I didn’t get it.” It sounds pathetic in his head, but comes out of his mouth as a snarl. Your expression falls. 

“Oh.” You take a step forward, maybe without even thinking about it, and he begins to shut the door without thinking either. “Oh, Levi.”

Your foot stops him from shutting himself out completely, and you slip inside. “What happened? You’re usually lightning fast.” Your gaze slides to his monitor setup, and you take a step before stopping yourself, turning back to him to await a response and permission to continue. He can’t find anything to say, but forces something out anyway as jealousy clouds his mind. 

“It’s stupid.” 

Your hand settles on his arm, soft and unobtrusive. Your brow is furrowed, and while your eyes are sad, your voice is firm. “You’re not stupid.”

Levi realizes he’d said I’m stupid. Shame shocks down his spine twofold. You hated it when he talked down to himself. Hot tears well in his eyes as he shuts his bedroom door and crowds his body against it, forehead pressed to the wood and shoulders hunched forward. Your hand slips from him in the process, and his tail curls around both of his legs. Now he had not only lost out on this once-in-a-lifetime drop, but he’d disappointed you, too. He really was a useless idiot. 

“I hope you like your merch,” he says. He means it, at least partially, but you can hear the jealousy in his voice. “Just leave me alone.”

You’re silent for a second. Levi waits for the word of encouragement you’re sure to leave before you go, holding back angry tears until he can hear the door shut behind you.

“Levi. I didn’t get this drop for me. You can have it.” 

He doesn’t believe you. He was too slow, not well prepared enough, he didn’t deserve the merch. He wasn’t quick and bright, like you. He wishes you would leave him to his misery, but it seems you’re not done.

“Not to mention, I can’t leave.”

He glares at you from over his shoulder. “Why not?”

The corner of your mouth twitches as you gesture to him. “You’re standing in front of the door.”

He is, you’re right again, and the third hit to his fragile ego is enough to shatter it. All mirth vanishes from your face as his chin quivers and tears finally spill over his lashes. 

“Leviathan,” you say, gently, and he allows you to take him into your arms. His tail wraps around you before the rest of him, and you hold him with one hand bracing the back of his neck, and the other secured around his waist, pressed as close as you can be. He buries his face into your neck, and your cheek rests over his ear. “I mean it,” you continue as he shakes. “I know you like to have one thing to use and one to preserve, so I figured I would try to snag a second set. It won’t be exactly how you want, but I really only wanted to get it at all for you.” 

A whine pulls from his throat. He knows you well enough by now to know you’re telling the truth. You’re too good to him. 

Your hand strokes his hair, nails catching on the base of one of his antlers. “Shit happens. It isn’t your fault you didn’t make it this time, but you also have your Henry as backup. I’d never let my Lord of Shadows miss out on something I know is important, if I can help it.”

You pull away, and he reluctantly lets you, but can’t bear to look at your face. Your gentle fingers brush his long bangs out of his eyes, and the hem of your sleeve brushes over his ruddy cheeks, catching a few more tears. “I love you more than any piece of merch. And who knows, maybe Mammon caught on to the hype and managed to get in to turn it at a million grimm markup. I bet I can convince him to -ahem- permanently loan it to you. Through me.” 

This makes him chuckle, and he risks a glance at you to see you smiling. Your expression, coupled with your touch still tingling on his face, soothes over the hurt like a balm. 

“Thank you, MC.” 

You set his heart pounding again by pressing a trail of kisses across his cheek, to the corner of his mouth. “Of course. Now, they leaked a new music video link in my receipt email, so we have to watch it before anyone else does.” 

This brightens him significantly. “Really? Yeah!” He breaks away to bound over to his computer. You forward him the link, and pull your matching gaming chair next to his, settling in to help him liveblog his reaction. 

You’re true to your word, and when the conspicuously large package arrives a few weeks later, you’re breathless at his door in seconds. You hold the camera while he livestreams the unboxing, and neither of you is sure who is smiling brighter.

#obey me #levi #leviathan #obey me leviathan #levi x reader #leviathan x reader #levi x mc #leviathan x mc #om! levi #om! leviathan #obey me levi #obey me x reader

[wlwcookierun]

DATING HEADCANONS FOR. . . Black Lemonade Cookie with a quiet, ambivert partner.

@c2rulaenfunkz asked, "hiya! can i request a black lemonade cookie x a quiet, ambivert!reader like the reader tends to have trouble with communicating like catching social queues or being very quiet/shy and being very misleading like blurting things out, apologising lots and just being pretty ackward at first but then increases comfidence over time and seems to act extrovert-like…"

Despite her being a well-renowned performer and masterful guitar player, Black Lemonade Cookie is actually quite introverted. Sure, she enjoys being social and hanging out around friends and fans, but she also needs to take time to recharge on her own.

Her quiet demeanor and chill attitude only brings out her confidence– she knows who she is and what she wants.

Falling for you wasn't hard, just a little surprising. Your shyness had a certain charm to it, and she always reassured you whenever you apologized or messed up in social situations.

She saw a bit of her younger self in you– awkward and unsure of your place in the world– and decided to help you come out of your shell.

She's patient when you stumble over your words or miss cues. She reminds you not to apologize so much– why do it when you've done nothing wrong? There was no shame in mistakes, only a learning opportunity. That's how she saw it as a musician.

Black Lemonade Cookie also has trouble with social cues, so you relate together on that problem. She helps you as best she can, but she fumbles too. You both laugh about it, knowing neither of you are perfect.

As the two of you grew closer, she noticed your confidence begin to burgeon. It was wonderful; you were finally standing up for yourself. You held your head up high, and despite some awkward feelings still lingering, you held your ground.

When she invites you to her shows or backstage, she's pleased by your confidence around others.

The two of you still need time to recharge after harrowing social interactions– Black Lemonade is still an introvert, after all– but it's time happily spent together, recounting the progress you've made and celebrating your newfound extroversion.

When she gives you her jackets or jewelry to wear, she's impressed by the way you keep cool around all her fans, even if you do freak out afterward when you're alone. It's the little things that count!

If you're musically inclined, she guides you through learning the guitar.

"Through this," she says, "you can truly express yourself." If you get really good at guitar, she even lets you join in on a few of her shows as a guest player, showing you off to the crowds of excited fans. Bassist Cookie is more than welcoming toward you, always happy to have another musician with some real talent and spark for playing.

Even if you're not musically inclined, she gives you free tickets and merch, and can't help but feel a bit smug watching you wear her band's merch when you go out.

Interactions with fans are both exciting and exhausting. There are obviously some jealous fans, but others are excited about you and Black Lemonade getting together. When all is said and done, Black Lemonade Cookie praises you for your persistence and growth.

#black lemonade cookie #request #black lemonade cookie x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #headcanon #black lemonade u are so ASD to me. (positive) #romantic

[just-antithings]

(Big of a long one, sorry)

I just came across another one of those "if you put your Hogwarts houses in your bio you're a terf" posts, and in the tags one of the people was talking about how they had a Gryffindor tshirt that was their favourite thing to wear which they just threw away because they'd rather never have such a thing touch them again. Fair enough, what anyone is comfortable with in their personal life is none of my business. But it did remind me of something similar that happened with me.

I own a perfectly good Fantastic Beasts t-shirt. It's the kind that has a simple design and good enough material to last YEARS. I did, of course, buy it before I knew about all this JKR business. Then couple of years ago I was faced with the fact that I own some HP merch and the dilemma of whether or not I should throw it away. This surprisingly came down to a moment where I properly understood and defined my own politics to myself.

At the same time that I had some people in my circles insisting on these performative measures, I was also learning about fast fashion and the very real impacts of clothing trends on the environment. After reading up on it enough and seeing the gross appropriation of "thrifting", it became obvious that the solution is to "reduce" waste, to stop buying more clothes than you need, to stop throwing away perfectly good clothes, to stitch up clothing that needs mending instead of replacing it, etc. The best clothing for the environment is the one already in your closet. That idea. Was I going to make an exception in this case and throw away this t-shirt because someone might think me a class traitor for it, even though whether I keep it or discard it doesn't actually change the support JKR doe or doesn't have anymore? On the one hand it was just one tshirt and it would keep me safe from my peers in those liberal circles. On the other hand it made me feel shame like i had never felt before. It reminded me of every other performative thing I've done in the name of activism and how little it has amounted to. I'm the kind of person who still has my wardrobe from five years ago almost intact with very few changes. Wasteful consumption has a very real cost and I don't do that anymore, so when it came down to tossing that tshirt out it ended up meaning more than it should have. I kept the tshirt. It's still in great shape, it's gonna last many years more as well and save me that much more consumption waste.

What if i had given it away? Would some random person who hasn't ever heard of the JKR drama (consider: I'm not from the West) suddenly become a Terf by wearing it? Would it keep HP and JKR relevant because some person who hardly even knows HP is now wearing a second hand tshirt from someone? When I went to another trans friend's house, who has been there for the community every single day, who has worked hard at the ground levels to create safe spaces for queer people, who has advocated for trans rights in our country, and when i saw their HP merch, what kind of an asshole would I be to call them out on it or say that I suddenly don't trust them because they made a reference to some book we all read as kids? In that moment, sitting with that friend, I also realised how far removed our day-to-day lives actually are from what was considered activism in online spaces. The latter can be great when it's about spreading information and having discussions. But something that reeks that much of simply a performance? Idk, I don't think people talking about HP in their daily lives or wearing an old Gryffindor tshirt or reblogging a gif has as much power over the queer struggle as people here seem to think. It's getting a bit annoying how because I see more posts talking about HP just to tell people who are engaging with it to die than i see actual posts by people just talking about the book. I think the former are the ones actually keeping it more relevant than it is

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#mod erin #ask #posted without comment

[iwannabeacat]

Weil sich alle reinhängen wie so'n Teebeutel

It is so sad what is happening. I can't believe that it seems to be legit now to get verbally attacked only for wearing Rammstein merch. In what a world am I living in? First of all, the missing objective respect for both sides is a shame. Till is not guilty until proven otherwise. The victim is not lying until proven otherwise. Proven by facts and people who are capable to investigate into that instead of proven by fans or haters who neither know Till/the band/ the crew, nor the girl. Everyone can think what they want given by the public statements, tweets and facts or what do I know. But the own meaning is not a fact which results into the truth. The truth still needs to be proven and until that hasn't happened it is non of our damn business. The way this shit gets handled at the moment is nothing more than harming to both sides. - The musicians are abusing their power - There is no believe for victims These two prejudices are getting supported no matter what may happen in the future. But the same bad is the fact that now attacks are happening only because Rammstein merch is worn? People are already blamed for being fans? Supporting a BAND? Imagined the allegations would turn out to be true (just a what if scenario!!), Till is not the BAND! Me supporting the band does not mean supporting abuse in any way. Why are fans already getting hate for something what may never happened? This whole shit makes me sick and there is not one single corn of fairness to be found. Neither for The band; not the crew; not for the girl nor for the fans. Society has found a new pool of (at this point) rumours and gossip, the media is jumping right into it and making it even worse and some people already got a new target to hate while this target aka the fans couldn't be less innocent in this case, since they are only fans. I wish that everyone would stay out of that shit because it is non of our damn business and no one who is or was not really involved into that should just shut up and let people solve that situation based on facts and truth. And if one really can't pull their noses out of that mess then at least go with neutrality and facts instead of gossiping everything worse. Your own personal opinion does not matter at this point and also isn't supporting any side at all.

#Rammstein #Dieser ganze Scheiß ist doch wahnsinnig

[kryptonian-bat-thing]

imma list all my superman//clark kent headcanons just bcuz (feel free to add yours)

he loves oriental food, especially Japanese. he probably has bentos with gohan and ramen for lunch on most days.

his eyes are so friggin blue and bright (and i mean, like, this shade of blue but shiny), that's what his glass's lenses are hiding mostly

we love a clark that gets flustered easily. superman might hide it better, but he blushes easily when people compliment him and would probably be deadpan when someone flirted with him for the first time

he probably mumbles a lot as clark kent as to "hide" the superman voice, possibly makes it sound less deep and assertive, which also connects to the next point

it's straight up canon that superman has "super-ventriloquism" and can project his voice very far and even change it. some people say that's just one of his powers, but I'd like to think clark just was a theatre kid at some point and kept what he learned

I don't think he has lungs. this is random and i have no proof of it, but he doesn't breathe like we do most of the time, so it's clear he stores air somehow else.

i can imagine young clark feeling conflicted in his puberty after the knowledge he can see through people's clothes. like, one day he's staring at his crush and imagines how it'd be if things got steamy between them and then he accidentally sees through and starts panicking, covering his eyes in shame and running away.

he has merch of all the justice league members aka his friends, but got his own because when others visited his apartment he would have to explain why he didn't like superman

the first time he saw someone with a broken bone or some internal injury he probably didn't understand there was something wrong cuz it's not like he goes around scanning healthy people. so he either learned with time and experience how an injured inside looks like, or he had to take nursing lessons. possibly from alfred.

he can be a cat person. i know he usually has dogs, like krypto, but the fact he takes the time to rescue kitties stuck in trees when he could be idk preventing an upcoming accident or smth shows he really cares about animals too. actually, he did try to become a veterinarian before journalism, but dropped out when he realized he'd have to see the poor things suffer on a daily basis

he never went to the beach. as a vacation, not as superman. and when he finally did, he didn't really find it as fun as he thought it would

he probably doesn't own any sneakers. by choice, really. i have no idea what he would wear on a sporty outing, but I'm guessing he'd either go with his social shoes or farm boots. literally no in-between.

he probably doesn't use earphones//headphones when listening to something on his cellphone or laptop. I'm sorry, clark can be a boomer too

probably know how to crochet or knit for absolutely no reason. he was bored one day and learned it

actually, complementing the last one, i think he has a lot of useless hobbies. his kryptonian brain probably processes everything faster, including boredom, so if he's chilling in his room at the middle of the night and has nothing to do, he'll superspeed a sweater into existence and idk do some origami birds and organize his rock collection, because he probably has a rock collection

anger issues. fanon usually forgets about this, but clark has a LOT of anger management issues. he punches his parents' house, a random tree, his sink, his eyes go red and while he can hold it for a while, he needs to do something to calm him down. probably one of his 10040297 hobies

i do not care WHAT proof you have, neither clark NOR superman cuss. not even if he's repeating a quote or singing a song. he'll just say "gosh darn it" or "great scott" (i still don't know who scott is) or "heck" or "flipping". if his anger is too big, he'll just get physical instead, but he'd never cuss lmao

he doesn't have a driver's license. he could get one if he tried, but he's pretty sure he'd either wreck his car with his hands or join in some traffic fight or get deaf with all the horns

I'm still not over the theatre kid thing-- he'd probably be in chess club as well and possibly, possibly play d&d with his friends. he probably was obsessed about it when it first came out.

he probably doesn't know many songs by heart, except for the ones his friends like.

you cannot convince me this man doesn't know how to play an acoustic guitar. I'm not being stereotypical with the country boy theme, i swear, but clark just looks like he's one of those friends who would take a guitar to a party or camp with his friends and hit some notes. again, from songs they know

[feral-radfem]

confession: i have a denim jacket full of radfem and lesbian patches and pins which is really cool. but i also have a little trans rights pin on there because i’m scared of being attacked in public for being a ‘terf’. i’ve heard stories of women being assaulted for being deemed a rad fem even when sometimes theyre not and this is ‘progressive’. i’m scared of the comments on posts saying vile and violent things to do to us and its congratulated. i’ve seen comments saying that basically lesbian means terf as this point and feminism is a huge red flag. i’m ashamed but i wear a trans rights pin because i am scared for my life.

I wouldn't wear that jacket to a gay event or bar. Or really any leftist space offline but everywhere else you should be able to get by without the trans rights pin.

Almost all the stories about radfems getting assaulted were at radical feminist events or at gay events not just wearing their merch down the street. Most people won't recognize it as radical feminist patches and the ones that do you can generally get away with feigning ignorance. So while I can understand your fear it is most likely not realistically proportional to the actual threat.

The reason we see the vilest and most outrageous behaviors and opinions on the Internet is because the internet doesn't have a way for us to hold one another accountable for our actions. Real life does. Which is why you don't see these tra types out in public acting the way they do online most the time. One of the few exception to this is when they are in a big group together and believe that group will protect them from the consequences of their own actions. Though, even then it's unlikely that they're actually going to do something that could get them in legal trouble.

Homophobia is nothing new and neither is a majority of the population having anti-feminist perspectives and misogynistic behaviors. Yet, like many of our fore mothers, most of us will not be attacked over these things. Not that it never happens, but it doesn't happen so often that it should be a realistic fear making it to where we don't feel safe to go outside wearing identifiers. Like I said, I can understand why you feel scared but the chances of you being physically hurt are slim.

Do what you feel you must, but remember your mental health is just as important as your physical health. If this is causing so much personal shame or even paranoia, simply don't wear the jacket. You don't need to be physically marked for everyone and feminism is more about the actions you do than the proclamations made in its name. Do good by women. The jacket, while cool, is insignificant.

I think it would also do you well to recognize that while your jacket is full of feminist messages, the trans flag being on there will immediately make any radical feminist who sees it assume that your definition of women is not "adult human females". You will be identified to us in public as a libfem trying to apply radical feminist praxis to males. Your cool jacket, in the end, will just confuse everyone; TRAs and Radfems alike.

It seems like you have like two chooses: You can either wear it and stand by what you believe in by making a display of your support for radical feminism or you can choose to not wear it and still do good radical feminist action but honestly mixing the two messages just seems like a lose-lose situation for everyone. You're not even expressing who you truly are and it certainly isn't getting translated correctly to anyone who looks at your jacket.

The fact is is that the clothing we wear when it has a message, whether that message is political or not, is an invitation for a conversation/debate about that topic. You seem not to want to have radical feminist conversations in real life so I would simply not wear the jacket, and I don't mean this last bit harshly, but your jacket also will look far less cool if you're insecure about it. So my advice to you is just to make your choice and live with it. It's what we all have to do at the end of the day.

I hope whatever you choose works out for you, genuinely.

#lily responds #ask

[fandom-nursery]

Levi agere headcanons

Regresses young, usually around 0-4

He regresses almost as often as mammon but only if he is sure he won’t be interrupted 

Learned about it from the internet and was very excited to finally have a word for what was happening to him and an online community to share it with 

Like most things about himself he struggles not to feel self hate, shame, and insecurity about his regression which is unfortunate because he really enjoys it. Big Levi just gets too in his own head about it sometimes 

Owns a lot of games with easy modes or games aimed more towards children so he can still play when he’s little. Almost all his games have a save file on them that is only for little Levi to play on. 

Wants a caregiver so badly but actually asking someone to take care of him??? Way too scary 

He actually starts crying with happiness when you offer to be his caregiver 

Levi can be a little difficult to understand when he’s small. He tends to mumble, babble or speak into his hands/pillow or through his paci making him almost incomprehensible at times. 

Occasionally is completely nonverbal, especially when he’s feeling very tiny, and uses a little bit of sign language or just points to communicate 

Very clingy baby. Needs to have some part of you touching him or at least be able to see you at all times or he will cry. Has a bit of separation anxiety and has a hard time believing that you will always come back and that you leaving the room for a minute to grab something or just to go to the bathroom does not actually mean that you are going away forever and abandoning him 

Shy little one. Hides his face in his hands or against your shoulder whenever he feels embarrassed or scared. 

When he gets excited about something he is very enthusiastic and doesn't bother trying to mask or hide his stimming 

He is hard to put down for a nap but he can be coaxed to sleep with cuddles and a soothing anime OST playing in the background 

He loves to be carried and will wrap his entire body, tail included, around you when he’s small 

Speaking of his tail Levi is almost always in his demon form while regressed. It’s just easier for him and he likes that he can use his tail to express himself when he doesn't feel like talking 

As much as getting naked in front of someone else embarrasses him Levi loves to be in the water and can’t resist a good bath. His favorite game in the tub is pretending to be a huge sea monster and “sinking” his toy ships  

He loves to watch cartoons or have his favorite manga read to him. He has a huge list of shows for little Levi to choose from 

He’s not a very picky eater but he won’t eat what he has dubbed “normie foods” while little. What exactly counts as a “normie food” however is a mystery because his answer changes every time he regresses  

Prefers to have someone feed him his meals but always needs a snack container within reach while little

He has a lot of toys, most of which he purchased as either fidgets or as merch for one of his shows or games. His army of plushies is, quite frankly, getting a bit out of hand 

Glued to his paci and only ever takes it out to eat or when he really needs to be understood 

He does wear diapers pretty much every time he regresses but working up the courage to actually use them without feeling super bad about it afterwards is hard for him 

He has never willingly told anyone about his regression. You found out when you ran into him in the kitchen while he was regressed (he thought everyone was out of the house and wanted a snack) 

Mammon and Lucifer both found out about his regression through their own means (not knocking before entering, and screening packages brought to the house respectively) 

Big fan of cutesy nicknames like Guppy, princess, babydoll, or sweetheart

#fandom agere #age regression #obey me #obey me age regression #obey me: shall we date #obey me agre #obey me leviathan #cg!mc #Little!Levi #Leviathan agere #Age regressor leviathan #regressor Levi

[rivetgoth]

hi. i have a question. so I saw quite a few goths on tt say that wearing the band's merch to their concert is cringe. is it? if so, why? back in my emo days you'd only wear the band's merch to their concert, or at least the supports, so I really don't get it

So realistically you can 100% wear whatever u want to shows it’s not actually that big a deal (and I see people wearing band merch to shows all the time), BUT there is an actual logical reason a lot of people (tbh myself included) encourage people to wear things other than band merch to a band’s show— Band merch is usually seen as like. Basically a conversation starter. You wear merch for bands you love as a way to signal to other people that it’s something you care about. At clubs or out in public or basically anywhere else besides the show, it’s a way to tell people “I love this band,” it’s a show of support and a way to spread awareness of the band’s existence and meet other people who like ‘em too. But if you’re AT a show for that band, it’s kind of redundant? Whereas wearing a diff shirt starts a diff conversation and helps you find the people at the show who are on the same page as you because they love both the band y’all are both there to see AND the same band you love :) Like, I own a billion Skinny Puppy shirts, but I wore my Severed Heads shirt to the Skinny Puppy show in part because they ARE associated with Skuppy, so it’s relevant, but also because they’re one of my other favorite bands of all time, so it was really exciting when people at the show complimented my shirt or even approached me to talk to me about Severed Heads at the show.

THAT SAID THOUGH, I think anyone who like. Calls people cringe or makes a fuss about what people wear to shows is a dick tho. And like I said ultimately it’s not really a big deal, people are just haters online yk. You can totally wear whatever, and there are totally reasons to wear a band’s shirt to their own show, like for example wearing a vintage shirt from an old tour is a cool way to show off your collection, or wearing band merch you DIY’d yourself, etc… Or hell, if you just bought merch at the merch table and throw it on so you don’t have to hold it LOL. It’s mostly just if you’re thinking about your clothing and concerts in general as a social thing (which you also don’t have to—you can just roll up and chill in whatever clothing you want and go home! No shame in that at all!!) it’s a way to generate conversation and hype up a band you like other than the one ur seeing. But yeah. Personally I wouldn’t wear a band’s merch to their own show for the reasons I outlined, but it’s really not THAT huge of a deal either lol.

[lokiid-on-ao3]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, Ch 2.

Thank you all so much for all the positive responses! I would like to give you all a little kiss on the forehead <3

Word count: 4.7k - Read on Ao3

Chapter 2: Radio Ga Ga Summary: In which you have her first foray into the world of Dungeons and Dragons, and things take a hard left turn after well-intentioned words fall flat.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Munson.”

“Hey. You join the session, you gotta wear the merch, pretty girl.”

“This was your fucking idea, dude!” You seethe quietly, refusing to let the younger members of the infamous Hellfire Club see how much you did not want to put this damn shirt on. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with it! You aren’t embarrassed or anything. It’s just the principle. Eddie convinced you to come to this club - one that'd been the bane of your highschool existence, at that - and now he’s insisting on you wearing the damn shirt too. You’re refusing out of stubbornness more than any particular dislike of the concept.

“Are you gonna do that to them? Huh? How about you go over there and tell Dustin that you’re too cool to wear the shirts his mom was nice enough to get printed for us? Gonna hurt his feelings like that? Shame on you, sweetheart.”

You and Eddie are stood off to one side in Mike Wheeler’s basement (his parents being nice enough to let the lot of you gate crash for a handful of hours, on the condition that there would be no drinking or smoking, and a strict 10pm curfew (so much for Eddie’s bribes)) hissing at each other in hushed tones.

Thankfully the other members of the Hellfire Club had rolled with your sudden appearance and accepted you into the fold with only a few nervous looks – of the six of them, only the older three (namely, Gareth, Jeff, and the Freak) had remembered you from the few years you shared with them all in middle and high school. They were more than a little intimidated by your presence – apparently you had made one hell of a reputation for yourself in the few times you’d faced off with Eddie over getting to use the drama studio for your respective clubs.

“We even started calling you the Banshee,” Freak laughed, albeit not casually enough to totally hide his nerves.

“What do you mean, ‘we’!? That was all Gareth!” Jeff had immediately ratted his friend out.

You glare at them, doing your best to appear filled with unbridled rage, “And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Your tone is icy – you’re actually rather impressed at your own impromptu acting abilities – and Eddie looks about ready to jump in and run interference to avoid a fight breaking out on the Wheeler’s doorstep.

They spend a few moments falling over themselves, trying to shift the blame and apologise profusely all at once while Eddie cackles at their misfortune in the background. You break your guise in the end, laughing it off with them. No harm done.

They’d fully warmed up to you soon after that.

Oh, and Dustin was delighted to find out that two more of his borderline-adoptive elder siblings knew each other already.

But then Eddie had to go ruin the chill vibe with his damn shirt rule.

Your noses must be mere inches apart at this point, the raglan shirt hanging in his white-knuckle grip, suspended in the air between you. It has become a full-on stare down.

From the table you hear a quiet ‘Are they gonna fight or..?’

Eddie creases his brow at you in an astonishingly accurate ‘I’m-not-mad-just-disappointed’ frown you’d received a couple of times from your own family.

“Fuck—Fine! Give me the stupid shirt.” You snatch it from his grip, and just like that he’s back to smiles and grandiosity. “Mike? Bathroom?” You call to the table.

“Up the stairs, first door on the right.” He calls back distractedly.

Eddie stands there with his arms spread in a mocking gesture towards the stairs leading out of the basement, “Make haste, fair maiden. We await your exalted return!”

“Prick.” You shoot at him.

You almost make it to the top of the stairs before the boys all jump on Eddie, with a chorus of “Who the hell-“, “You can’t just--!”, “Get a damn room next time-“.

You’re kind of glad you got out when you did.

A quick ‘Hi!’ to Mike’s mom and adorable little sister, and you’re in the bathroom. The shirt Eddie gave you is… huge. Even for him. Do they honest to God have a spare? Just for these occasions? Jesus.

You brace yourself against the sink, shirt still in hand. Pep talk time.

Eddie had given you the run-down on how exactly D&D worked on the drive over – how you could do anything, theoretically. As long as you pass the right skill check, which is where the weirdly complex series of dice, statistics and modifiers come in. Eddie told you he’d put together a basic elven cleric for you to get started:

“I figured I’d give you a mixed class – you could try both melee and magic and see what works! If you want to switch classes next session, we can totally work it in. But the guys are gonna need a healer badly for this quest. Think you’re up for it?”

He’d thrown a lot of information at you all at once – but you’ve read enough fantasy to get the gist, “Swing the sword and keep ‘em alive. I got this.”

Eddie shoots you a blinding grin before turning back to the road, “Atta girl.”

You’d wanted to say it was extremely bold of him to imply that you’d be coming back for more after this session. You still weren’t entirely sold on the idea. Sure, a D&D game is just a fantasy story in a different format, different media. But reading, for you, is escapism. No difficult choices, no real stakes, no worries. Just fictional people living fictional lives with problems so far removed from making rent that it made coping just a bit easier. You could detach easily. Bringing in a personal aspect to it meant that somehow, to someone, your decisions matter. Even if only in a fictional sense – from what you could gather from Eddie, the boys took their campaigns very seriously.

Also, if those boys start putting on accents and pretending to be a half-orc barbarian or whatever, you think you might have an aneurysm from trying not to laugh.

Or – God forbid – you might laugh at Eddie. That’d be a sure-fire way to never being invited back. Not that you’d care. At all.

In fact, you’d probably prefer it that way. You still don’t want him to ‘win’ this petty back and forth.

Right. That’s it then. You’re going to do your best to not laugh at the poor kids’ fun, and by absolutely no means will you let Eddie win by enjoying this damn campaign.

You shrug the enormous shirt on and tie it around your waist to keep it from swallowing you whole. Big, deep breath, and stop procrastinating. You bat your hair into place and depart your brief respite.

Time to go dungeon some dragons.

So, as it turns out, this game contains far fewer dungeons, and dragons than you’d initially thought.

Once you had settled into your seats (you to the immediate left of Eddie, who spends the majority of the session on his feet) and run a quick introduction between you and your ‘characters’, Eddie had launched into this animated slew of fluent description. He laid the scene out before you all; the wandering group, hot on the tail of one necromantic tyrant, had wound up at a fair-sized township seemingly plagued by phantoms. People were disappearing in droves, taken in the night by a being that made no sound and showed no mercy. Within mere minutes, Eddie’s dramatics had enraptured you all, listening raptly to his opening monologue – until he sweeps his arms wide with a small but ecstatic smile:

“So, what are you gonna do first?”

You’re still staring at him dumbfounded when the boys chime in. Oh shit, guess this is where the playing comes in.

“Clearly, we need to go help the one-eyed dude – he needs to find his daughter before it’s too late!” Dustin sounds distraught for this mystery man.

“What do you mean ‘before it’s too late’? She’s long-gone dude! Whatever phantom is taking people from this village has taken her too – we need to go check out that castle, it’s gotta be haunted as hell.” Good point, Lucas.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re a loot hogger! I say we should set up camp and wait for the phantom to show up tonight. Catch it in the act and take it down.” Mike seems to have a bone to pick with Lucas’ priorities.

The boys bicker for a while longer before-

“And what do you think, fair maiden?”

Oh fuck he’s totally looking at you.

Shit. What’s going on again? Necromancer somewhere causing problems, and a supposedly haunted village with routine disappearances and terrified townsfolk. You roll Eddie’s borrowed black and red D20 between your fingers.

“Are we even sure it’s a phantom?”

Great. Now they’re all looking at you. Time to double down. All or nothing, baby!

“So the people say it’s a phantom – where’s the evidence? Has anyone seen it, or is the town just shit terrified and desperate for an explanation? If there’s an actual haunting, then surely there’d be cold spots or ectoplasm or- something?”

You look around the table. Each of the players has a look ranging between confusion to realisation. Finally, your eyes reach Eddie. He nods – a small and encouraging movement. You clear your throat.

“I say we do some recon first. What’s the targeting pattern?”

Silence. Shit, did you somehow overstep? What if you were just meant to be a background character—

“You’re totally right! We have no idea what this ‘phantom’ thing even is. Let’s get rested up, then we can split and do some questioning.” Thank God for Dustin.

And with that, your first D&D quest is in session.

The group takes on the detective work with relative ease – and only minor mishaps from some failed intimidation checks. With some research into previous targets, you narrow the next target down to one of three people in the village, all of whom are leading members in a rebellious faction that aims to subvert the Duke’s reign and restore equality between the rulers and paupers.

Your assigned protection detail – a young woman named Tiffany – was the one to be attacked that night. You had fought ferociously alongside your fellow warriors, even landing a critical hit on the Red Knight (tonight’s mini boss, as Mike had clued you in) to turn the tide of battle. Throughout all the ruckus and excitement of the fight, you hadn’t even batted an eye at Eddie’s theatrics. Simply laughed along with the rest of the group – when called for, of course.

In the end, you’d discovered there was no phantom at all, just a cowardly Duke who feared his people overthrowing his rule. He’d had the rebels killed before they could kill him – a political move his subjects do not take kindly to. You reunite Tiffany with her one-eyed father, and celebrate a battle well won.

You realise, as the boys begin to pack up their various character sheets and dice, you’re totally, utterly fucked. You enjoyed the hell out of that game, and there’s no way in hell Eddie hadn’t noticed, with the way he was watching you like a hawk the entire time.

You’d never tell him of course, you’re not sure his ego could stand under its own weight if you did, but he was a damn good performer. He could wax poetic about any detail of the game without coming across as dithering or conceited. He threw himself into every role with total commitment, and God damn did it show. You could have happily sat there and watched him talk, and talk, and talk.

The boys each say their goodbyes and commend you on your idea to recon the ‘phantom’. They eventually goad you into promising to come to their next session – Tuesday, at Hawkins High. Eventually, Mike’s poor mom has to usher you all out of her basement.

“You know what?” You start. Eddie glances back at you while he fiddles with a lighter, a huge box of players handbooks, bestiaries and painstakingly handwritten notes tucked under his arm, and a cigarette tucked between his lips. He hums questioningly when you don’t expound on your rhetorical question immediately

“I’m hungry as fuck.”

The cigarette is lit now, and he laughs out a cloud of smoke. In a deep gravel that must be the result of the tobacco he says, “All that adventuring worked up your appetite, pretty girl?”

If you’d been a weaker person, your knees might have buckled out from under you. After a handful of hours with normal, DM Eddie, you’d forgotten about how determined he was to get under your skin. Thankfully, he’s still too busy getting his box of books into his van to notice the way you stumble after him. At least, you hope he is.

“Maybe a little. I did single-handedly take down the Red Knight after all.”

He regards you over the bonnet of his van, lit cigarette hanging from his lopsided smile, “Beginner’s luck,” he grunts as he pulls the door open and heaves the box onto the driver’s seat, “And don’t forget the group of six horny teenagers who wanted to make a good impression on the new girl.”

Yeah. They hadn’t exactly been subtle about it. They weren’t hitting on you, per se, but they were definitely more than happy to let you be the hero. Gareth even gave you some of his heavily guarded potions – which is probably as good as a declaration of love in D&D nerd speech.

“It totally counts,” You pull the passenger door open and help Eddie wrangle the box to the middle of the bench seat.

“Sure it does,” he grumbles, “We getting burgers then?”

“I would kill for some fries right now.”

“Burg’ joint it is.” Eddie turns the engine over, the entire van shaking along with its incessant rattling. The radio kicks in, the cassette player resuming whatever mixtape Eddie had Frankenstein-ed together in his spare time.

“Really, Munson, KISS?”

“Yeah? You got a problem with it?” He squints at you.

“Not at all!” You throw your hands up innocently, “Just thought you were more metal than glam rock.” At least, that’s what his typical get up seemed to hint at.

“First off, KISS is definitely metal,” he slings an arm over the back of your headrest while he reverses out of the Wheeler’s driveway (though you have no idea why, the doors in the back of his van had no windows), “Second of all, I am a complex guy with many interests, and that extends to my taste in music.”

He turns back to the road now ahead, nose tilted up to better get across the haughtiness he was trying to embody. You laugh at his antics, and he finally slumps back into his seat, smiling to himself.

“You gonna listen to ELO with me then, O’ master of dungeons?” you prod his side, and he curves away like you’ve shot him.

“Hey! No tickling while I’m driving, mad woman,” He chides you through chuckles, ringed hand protecting his ribs from any further attacks. Huh. Saving that one for later.

“And- ELO?” He continues, “My uncle listens to ELO. You’re seriously listening to uncle music, pretty girl?” He shoots you an incredulous smile, all sharp teeth and creased brow in the streetlights.

“Clearly your uncle is a man of taste and culture, Munson. More than some can say.”

He laughs, “Ouch. Cut me deep, there, gorgeous,” he presses a hand to his chest now, feigning hurt.

“Whatever. Just get us to Pete’s in one piece.” You shake your head dismissively, but your smile gives you away.

You lapse into relative silence while the cassette moves onto a Van Halen song. A few miles down the highway is Pete’s - a small truck stop of… questionable hygiene, and probably one of the few burger joints open at almost 11pm on a Saturday. Eddie pulls smoothly into the mostly empty parking lot, parking the van underneath the sickly yellow light of a tilted streetlamp - probably knocked out of place by an overzealous driver.

Eddie, ever the gentleman, insists on taking your order and paying while you find a booth. You try to put up a fight, but he just pretends he can’t hear you, making coarse static noises like a television with bad signal to drown you out.

(“You’re breaking up—crrrzt – really bad signal out here—crrrrrrzt”

“God fucking damnit, Eddie—")

You eventually gave up, throwing your hands up as you walked away to pick the least sticky table possible, with cracked red leather bench seats to match.

After a few minutes, he slides into the bench opposite you, waiting for your food to be prepared. A comfortable silence remains as you gaze out the window at passing cars. Eddie is drumming his hands against the table of the booth to a Bon Jovi song playing over the small radio on the windowsill. His many rings provide extra percussion to his rhythmic beats; he’s surprisingly skilful at it. ‘Well,’ you reason, ‘Probably not that surprising. How long has he been in Corroded Coffin for?’

“Jeez, probably a good seven, eight years now?”

“Huh?” you respond, dumbly.

“You asked how long I’ve been in Corroded Coffin. Probably around eight years.” He doesn’t question how weird that interaction must have been for him. You must have been thinking out loud – should probably be careful what you say (or think) around him.

“Wow. So you must have played guitar for even longer then.”

“Ten years this March!” He crows, still tapping his hands against the table. He looks so damn proud of himself; it’s so sweet it almost gives you toothache. His hands finally still as your food is brought over, “All self-taught though, so don’t ask me for any technical terms. Or how to read sheet music.”

He pauses to revel in your light laughter, thanking the waitress before she darts back to the kitchen, “I could totally teach you sometime.”

You chew your fries thoughtfully. On the one hand, it would be pretty cool to see Eddie in his element. On the other hand, all you can think about is those steamy moments in all the romance books you’ve read, where the female protagonist ends up pressed back against the chest of the Big Dark Handsome love interest, his hands dancing over hers while he teaches her to shoot a bow, or craft pottery or whatever.

The thought of being sat next to Eddie – or worse, in his lap – with his arms around you, chin rested on your shoulder while he gently directs your hands over the frets of his guitar…

“I think-,” you swallow somewhat harshly, “I think I’d be better off sticking to what I’m good at - don’t think I have a musical bone in my body! But thank you for the offer.”

He buys your deflection – for now.

“Hey, you never know until you try it, pretty girl.” He gives you one of those sly smiles of his, round doe eyes never faltering from your own.

Quick, change the subject, do something- anything-

“Why do you call me that?” Probably not the best question to ask, in retrospect, when trying to avoid awkwardness.

He wrinkles his brow at you quickly, questioningly – too busy wolfing his burger down to answer you immediately.

“Pretty girl?” He elaborates through a mouthful of half-chewed burger. Charming.

“Yeah.”

He still has a slight crinkle to his brow. His feasting becomes slightly more deliberate. He swallows.

“Because… You’re pretty?” He looks confused – does he think it’s a trick question?

You really don’t know what to say. You can’t even bring yourself to rib him about the compliment, it’s too damn honest. He said it in the same way you’d say the sky is blue, or the grass is green. It leaves no room for argument- it just is. He genuinely looked confused as to why you’d even need to ask the question. You gape uselessly for a few more moments before nodding and turning your attention back to your food.

The silence from before is back, but it’s different. Eddie won’t stop staring, and you’re doing absolutely everything you can to not meet his eyes. You’re not sure why you’re so intimidated by him right now, but your heart is about beating out of your chest.

“So,” he pipes up midway through Roxanne by The Police, “How’d you end up working at Greene’s instead of kicking ass at Harvard?”

With the unspoken tension now broken, you can look back up at him. He’s leaned back against the booth seat, sprawled lazily with one arm slung over the back of the seat. The other arm holds his oversized soda to his mouth, straw captured between his lips. His eyes are still stubbornly fused to yours.

“Some incredibly high standards you have for me there, Munson.”

“We all expected it! You were the overachiever, the untouchable. It just seemed like that’s what you were headed for.” He defends himself.

A sigh heaves your chest. You hated that kind of pressure being put on you.

“Nah. University was never really an option,” He quirks a brow at that statement, “My aunt needed help at the store, wanted to take more breaks. She retired last year, so I took over.”

“The store your baby now?” He inquires.

“Not entirely. It’s still in her name, and she does a fair amount of the accounting still. But I run the shop for the most part. It’s a pretty good setup, all things considered.”

He raises his brows in a questioning look, stealing a few fries from your basket.

You bat at his thieving hand, “Yeah, it’s easy work, so I can focus on the things I enjoy.”

“What’s that?” He casually throws the stolen fries into his mouth with a victorious gleam in his eye.

“Reading, mostly. And writing when I have the time.”

Oh, he suddenly looks very interested, “You write, pretty girl?”

You nod, “I’m trying to get published – that’s why I was away last Saturday. Meeting my editor for the first time.”

His jaw drops, and he leans in suddenly, “No way- that’s so cool! Why didn’t you say anything!?”

You’re a little taken aback. “I… really didn’t expect anyone to care.”

He looks hurt- shit-

“No! No, it’s not that I thought you wouldn’t care- I mean, my Aunt was super happy for me, made brownies and everything- I just- I kinda… forgot?” you trip all over your words while trying to explain yourself.

“You… Forgot.” He says, scepticism still drawing his features.

“Yeah. Forgot I have friends now, I guess.” God. It’s so lame to say out loud.

Truthfully, after highschool, all of your very few friends had moved away to university and slowly drifted out of contact until you hadn’t heard from them in months. You eventually gave up trying to call any of them – you’re sure they will have moved and changed numbers by now. Not that you ever felt lonely; there was always your Aunt nearby, and you were friendly with all of your customers. But you’d definitely been lacking friends within your own age group.

“Of course you have friends now. You know you’re always welcome at Hellfire – especially after your performance tonight,” he winks conspiratorially at you to make you smile.

“Besides,” He leans back in his seat again, “You’ve got me too. Right?”

He tilts his head at you, smiling warmly. Of course you have him too, how could you ever forget it?

“Right.”

You both decide to hit the road again soon after – the clock now nearing midnight – making quick work of clearing up the booth you shared while Eddie generously tips the staff.

The cool air outside is soothing, and it carries a hint of the warmth soon to follow as spring turns to summer.

“You know,” you start as you follow Eddie to his beat-up van, “You’d make a fucking fantastic writer, Munson.”

“You think?” He shoots you a glance over his denim-covered shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“What makes you say that, pretty girl?”

You roll your eyes at the nickname still, though the smile sticks to your lips, “I’m just saying, you have a way with words! You could totally use it.”

He narrows his eyes at you.

“… Are you complimenting me right now?”

Ugh, you knew his ego would explode if you told him, “You know what. Forget I said anything,” You wrench the battered passenger door open as soon as you hear the lock disengage.

“Oh, you were totally complimenting me,” he’s so damn smug about it that you can’t help but laugh bashfully as he continues, “It’s cool! I get it! Gotta keep up appearances and everything. It’s fine, your secret is safe with me, sweetheart.”

He takes his time, rambling away about his victory while sliding into the driver’s seat and turning over the engine. You remain in relative, comfortable silence (at least under the mixtape he always has playing) until he peels out from the parking lot.

“I did mean it, you know. You’re an incredible DM.” You half-mumble at the lights passing your window.

“I know.” He tries not to sound too smug about it.

You watch the world pass by as Eddie drives you back into the heart of Hawkins. He’s singing under his breath – you don’t recognise the song, but he clearly knows it by heart. Three more songs play in this way; one (or both) of you quietly mumbling along to the quiet radio.

After a while, you turn to watch him. Watch the yellowed streaks of lamplight cut sharp relief into his face, highlighting the angle of his jaw, the hollow of his cheek. If it weren’t for those huge, warm eyes, you’d almost say he looked gaunt in the harsh light passing by. Supernatural, even. Otherworldly.

“What? I got something on my face?” He nervously meets your intense gaze with quick glances away from the empty roads.

You can’t help it, it just bursts out of you before you have time to think it over, “You’re so smart, Eddie. Why are you wasting all that talent?”

He seems to recoil.

“… What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Yikes. That came out incredibly wrong. Abort-

“You know you could absolutely smash most of your classes if you put even half the effort that you do into DM-ing. You could even write your own books too – you’d be incredible at it!” Nope, that’s just doubling down. Apologise and move on!

“Yeah. I know,” he tries to laugh it off, but you can’t miss the way his jaw clenches, “But I don’t want to.”

…. What?

“Why not? Eddie, you could do so much more than just dealing in Hawkins, you know that right? You’re smart, and driven, and passionate – people spend a lifetime trying to perfect their art, and you have it down without even trying! Don’t you want to do something with that?”

Oh he’s definitely scowling now.

“What- so I can become another fuckin’ good grade in Hawkins’ books? Walk into a nine-to-five and bust my ass for the next 60 years in the hope that it meant something in the meantime? Fuck no.”

“So- so what, your whimsical idea of ‘sticking it to the man’ is more important than your own future?”

“Not what I said at all-“

“Then what? You can’t just deal drugs forever, Eddie!”

He brakes harshly. You grip the seatbelt and brace yourself on the dashboard.

“Your stop.”

It’s all he says. He doesn’t even look at you. Fuck. You fucked up. You pushed too hard when you had no right to. Shit.

You want to apologise. You really do. But you’re still so worked up at the idea of him just never realising all this potential he has – and yeah, maybe you’re a little irked that he chose to fight you on this after having had such a great evening together—at Hellfire.

You don’t say anything. Just gather your few belongings and hop out of his van, closing the door behind you.

The engine revs raucously as he accelerates down the street, leaving you on the pavement outside of Greene’s

Well… Shit.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie calls u pretty #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #original #my work #GOFLB #fanfic #stranger things #joseph quinn #this was fun to write until i had to hurt eddies feelings for the plot(tm) #ill make it worth it i promise xoxo

[icharchivist]

If the Granblue merch existed in-universe, Lucifer would buy merch of all his friends, claiming it's to support them. Yes, that includes Lucilius and Belial merch. Especially with Belial it would let him feel connected to him. But he also has a Sandalphon plush that he cuddles with a lot

Sandalphon has a lot of Lucifer merch, probably like a shrine or something, but he's as protective of the things as he's embarrassed to have anyone know. Though he'd also have a few articles of himself and one or two of the player character, just because. He has made the Lucifer and the Sandalphon plush kiss before

Belial obsessively collects everything that has Lucilius' face on it and is very open about wanting to do inappropriate things with this merch

Beelzebub also gathers all the merch of himself into an impressive shrine and owns maybe like one Lucilius thing, but he'd die before admitting that

SO TRUE

like genuinely i still firmly believe Lucifer would be trying SO HARD to connect with Belial and learning Belial has an inferiority complex would have him go "oh okay i need to praise him then, i need to fix my errors in the ways i have made him feel" (like he does with Sandy) and so next you know he's covered in Belial's merch and everything while singing Parade's Lust to support him while Belial just has shivers of "oh this is the worst fucking thing in the world you fucking stop that"

He does the same with Sandalphon's merch which just flusters Sandalphon a lot. I feel like Sandalphon would be flustered so Lucifer is doing it on a regular level, while since Belial still rejects Lucifer he'd be all "mhmmm apparently i am not working hard enough yet. I need to do more." and double down.

But he has absolutely all of the Sandalphon merch with him. and as you say, likewise, Sandalphon has all of Lucifer's merch also, exactly as you say. I feel like he'll accept other people have Lucifer's merch but he'll be hyper picky about people having too much Lucifer merch like. "who do you think you are for tryin to own so much Lucifersama. No don't look at my own collection, answer for your crimes." (and PLEASE the little kissies. so true. he'd fluster himself so hard about it but he'd do it still.)

SO true about Belial and he has a plush that he wears as a keychain on the belt around his waist. Gotta show the merch off to anyone who would like to see. One day someone mistakes a Lucilius merch he has for a Lucifer one. This person mysteriously disappears the next day.

AND PLEASE FOR BEELZEBUB. YEAH. He makes a shrine of himself for himself. Behold his own beauty, his own genius. (Tomoi also has a Beelzebub shrine which he doesn't tell anyone. When Beelzebub learns about it he decides to ignore it exists all together to save himself the trouble.) (i am never going to let "Tomoi has a crush on Beelzebub" die, over my dead body). and meanwhile i agree i think Bubs would have some Lucilius (and maybe even Lucifer) merch that he hides behind his own shrine. Like, you gotta focus on him first, the others are his shameful little secret.

Also including Sariel because i think Sariel would collect Belial's merch while at it. He's not especially keeping it a secret but he's not loud about it either. Sometimes you can catch him hug his plush too, and bring it to rehearsal with him when he is with the Mole Troupe. Michael mostly refuse to acknowledge it, accepting it being here for Sariel and nothing else. Until at some point during some improv Sariel takes out the plush and start having it act in front of Michael as if it's a puppet/character and Michael visibly grimace before having to gather all of her strength to play off of Sariel. This has been her most difficult fight yet, to combat her inner disgust for Sariel. (Azrael meanwhile finds it really fun and ends up wanting to do the same as Sariel and uses a puppet/doll/plush like him, even if she has to take the Belial one to play. Falsch is just always thrilled that the rehearsals are fun for everyone, totally oblivious to Michael's unease)

Clear as day in my mind. thank you so much for sharing!!

#ichareply #anonymous #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging wmtsb

[fucktyrants]

@spoopydidit​ asked:  [   👗   ] what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?

In an ideal world the man would walk about naked, but he ain’t got no time for being arrested for public indecency when Saka needs taken down, he’ll lounge around in his birthday suit back at the motel for the most part, has no shame. Though he just dresses as he fucking wants, though is usually seen representing Samurai or wearing some form of his own merch, won’t touch anything that will make him look like a damn suit or will give money to a big corporation, sometimes shops around thrift stores or the small markets scattered around night city just to help out those who are struggling to make a living.

Mostly fond of anything that shows off what he’s got, tight pants, shit without sleeves for the one gun show, you get the idea, anything flattering.

#.ᵂᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵘᵖ ˢᵃᵐᵘʳᵃⁱ. [ᴴᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿˢ]

[leychin]

Im... your biggest fan!

you're actually their favorite character in a light novel! What kind of merch do they have of you and how do they react when you're isekai'd into their world?

contains: Arataki Itto, Scaramouche, Gorou, Al Haitham, Kaedehara Kazuha

SORRY fem pronouns for kaz one, some profanity in most of them idk what to add warninfs so figure it out ig. Inspired by the Al Haitham plush i bought in a moment of weakness

𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊 𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐

-He's a diehard SIMP.

-he will defend your character with his life, he gets into fights with all of the other kids over you, anyone in his gang who dares to utter anything against you is immediately punished in the worst way possible.

-Bro is wearing hairpins, putting up posters praising you and your greatness

-even painting his horns to your signature colors

-he spends more time in a cell than out, but Granny keeps all of his small merchandise for him, figurines, tshirts that hes too large to fit, you name it.

-at the great sing-along, he'll have a cutout of you right next to the great Ms. Hina

-Hey, this cutout is so lifelike- wait, Y/N?!?!?!

You feel cold sand when you start to wake up, crackling of a fire and the ocean waves for some reason. Your genshin file said unable to open and you assumed the worst, after one more login attempt everything when black, and now you're here.

Itto is the first to run up to you to see if its real, if he hasn't had too much sake and you're standing there in the flesh. The first thing he notices about you is the choker you wear, identical to his, and the hoodie you wear that replicates his own oni markings

You both scream in terror and joy

Itto can't be bothered to worry about all of this though, because right now hes picking you up and bringing you along to the festival with the rest of his gamg and telling you stories about them and end off the night with the tale of the crimson oni.

MORE HERE !

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆

-No one talks to him about you anymore.

-He will DIE on the hill that you did nothing wrong ESPECIALLY if you were a villain or just a bad person

-"They aint mean it tbh" and "They said sorry sooo" like every single eren defender rn

-He projects HARD and he will cut people off if he finds out that someone misinterpreted your character

-Hes a little shy abt buying merch but he knows all of your lore and finds himself info-dumping if anyone brings you up even if he doesn't want to

-"well ackshually, they said that they wouldn't eat that so youre a fake fan. Wym im wrong it licherally says that on page 67 book 2.5 spinoff did we even read the same book?" -🤓

-"Wow, ive never met a fan who knows as much as I do- oh my archons no fucking way."

Maybe you were a little evil for challenging Scaramouche- or the Wanderer, as you got him, to a test of knowledge about your series but how could you resist? You blew your last paycheck on pulling for him and on the last ten pull you blacked our and woke up in sumeru. So in a way it worked?

Scaramouche's brain is fried and the person he's been defending since the day he finished book one is standing right in front of him!

Did someone just breathe near you?? "FILTHY VERMI-"

You don't even stop him, you paid good money for this so a little destruction never hurt anyone.

Except it did because as Scaramouche tried to take you around the city so you could see it with your own eyes, people kept bumping into you with t being a crowded street and all so he punched all of them.

Nahida scolded him about the fragility of human life after that.

𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖

-this poor boy.

-he is SO SHY abt enjoying your series to the degree he does

-he is a GENERAL! how would his soldiers react to him having such a... childish hobby? Its bad enough hes hiding his secret column at rhw Yae Publishing House from them, but this is a different level of shame.

-Like genuinely only reads it at night when hes the last one on patrol, goes to a secret spot on watatsumi where he has a secret someone Kokomi drop the latest volume off for him when he's too busy to get it himself (such a kind and generous soul!)

-But on his rare off-days, he can be seen at the Yae Publishing House himself makingg skittish conversation with Yae Miko while he waits for the nice lady at the counter to give him his nice and fresh copy of your series

-So when he sees the Guji Yae speaking to someone he's never even seen around the publishing house before, his ears twitch and his interest is peaked.

"...So you don't know how you've gotten here, or how to get back. Rather peculiar isn't it?" He hears the kitsune whisper in an intrigued tone, which is never good.

He heard her say that the person she was speaking to is lost, maybe he could be of some assistance! Anything is better than having to be in the presence of that... witch!

Gorou will muster all of his courage to approach this conversation with formality without tucking his tail between his legs and retreating, so he taps your shoulder and says "I couldn't help but overhearing you were lost? I'm General Go-"

You've cut him off before he can even finish "Gorou! No way! God- Oh, you all say Archons, sorry! Im Y/n-"

and Gorou freezes because Archons you're gorgeous and he can feel his tail wagging and he doesn't even care because he imagined you pretty but never this pretty.

Miko, who saw this event unfold and had a hand in making it happen smiled in an almost knowing way, gently pushed you towards the general who was practically drooling "Im sure General Gorou doesn't mind giving you a tour and somewhere to stay for your time here. Now run along, youre going to run customers away if you keep standing here."

𝑨𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎

-you could not WATERBOARD it out of him.

-threaten his career, his comfortable living style, force feed him canned knowledge and he still will not budge.

-Its not even that hes ashamed of it, he gives no fucks abt what people think of him and his interests.

-its that youre from a rather popular series across sumeru, and if people knew he liked it then they would try and talk to him about it.

-So its his little secret, the only person who knows is Kaveh and that's because he walked into the scribe's room without knocking once and got a good view of the little plushie he keeps of you on his otherwise empty bed.

-Now if Kaveh tells a soul he's threatened with homelessness.

-Kaveh doesn't care one way or the other, personally he sees your series as another fad that will die out and mindless dribble (he read 2 pages)

-but does he get kicked out if the person he tells about Haitham's little secret is... well... you?

Al Haitham is slow to enter his shared home with Kaveh, keys feeling heavy in his hands as he recalls the dozens of voices and mindless conversation he was forced to sit through today.

All he wanted was to sit down in his living room and curl up with a book, but of course his insufferable roomate picks today of all days to have a guest over.

Al Haitham settles to just turn in early to his room but he picks up on a bit of Kaveh's conversation

"-and the plushie! How could i forget that 'The Feeble Scholar Al Haitham' has the cutest little plushie on his bed in pristine condition! Why, you would think-"

"Think what exactly, Kaveh?"

Alhaitham decides to make himself known, because if there is one think Kaveh will do its run his mouth until the end of time.

He's about to tell him to pack his bags, but he looks to the person he was speaking to in the first place. It feels unreal but after meeting the traveler, maybe other people really can come from other worlds.

That is somehow the only logical explanation to how you're sitting on his couch, sipping a coffee that Kaveh seems to have provided you with a plushie sitting next to you that looks like him.

"You should be thanking me, you know. I found them on the street asking people if they know who that-" he gestures to your own plushie of him "-was. Thankfully, as i am ever generous and kind i extended an offer to our home. If it were you then im sure you would've walked right past them!"

Al Haitham's head is still spinning, and he feels like hes going to pass out; from todays prior events and right now "I'll deal with this later. Prepare the spare room for them. After the day i had you don't want me to deal with this now."

You perk up at that "Youre tense right? I read something about how you're easily stressed when you have to be around more people than you find necessary, if you don't mind i could give you a massage?"

Kaveh gags but after looking at Al Haithams face growing redder by the second, he laughs.

...then immediately gags again and turns to leave as he sees Al Haitham situating himself next to you.

𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂

-Youre a seamans tale that sailors tell their children when theyre scared of storms

-"And she tells the Almighty Shogun that she will not have anymore of her nonsense! Which is all the thunder because shes fighting the electro archon and making all the lightning go away."

-Kazuha also tells the kids aboard the ship the story of the one brave enough to challenge the electro archon herself.

-perhaps he fell in love with you because you are what he wished he could be

-the children also catch him describing you in the most dreamy way and giggle because the samurai is in love with the mighty sky warrior

-There's a strange smell in the air, what's that sound? Thunder? no... wait what-

During a particularly bad storm, that has everyone on the Alcor bracing for wave after wave, Kazuha doesn't leave his crows nest, hoping for even the slightest hint of land to steer everyone towards.

But instead of smelling land, he smelled something completely new, almost out of this world. He looks below him for anything, but theres a new sound coming from above him that no one else seems to hear, perhaps because of the storm?

When the sound gradually got closer, he realized that was the sound of someone yelling, and approaching at a rapid rate- oh my archons a girl is falling out of the sky-!

Kazuha doesn't think, and he leaps out of his crows nest to catch you and slow down the fall with anemo. When he lands, hes holding you close to his chest and youre so disoriented you dont even realize you can get down "Oh! Im not dead! Where is the shogun i swear i just beat that fight in the plane of- where the hell am i why am i wet?? why is kazuha holding me?"

"You know my name?"

"Of course i do! You didn't come home and i lost 50/50 to keqing AGAIN- wait where am i-"

"You said you were fighting the shogun?"

"...Yes? I needed to get the primogems to pull for your rerun so i was completing story quests."

"I don't know what you're saying, but if you're really who i think you are, then i will brave this storm so you may grace my ears with your story. If you would allow me, i would also like to be part of yours."

"did kazuha himself just give me some of that poetic rizz?"

"I haven't known you for very long y/n, but you say some of the silliest things."

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