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obrother1976 · 7 months

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can u make like. ur top 10 books. freak books. anything. kisses your brain

sure!! these r not gonna be ranked bc god knows i could never choose between them & also im gonna be annoying and ramble a bit about every one

death in venice by thomas mann (classic. but its so rich w metaphors and symbolism. if you do read it, i'd recommend reading "the uses of myth in death in venice" by isadore traschen afterwards, bc it does a great job explaining all the freudian allegories and mythological symbolism and u'll literally be tearing ur hair out afterwards over how brilliant thomas mann was)

the carnivorous lamb by agustín gómez-arcos (idc that i've already talked about this a gajillion times on here. its literally the best book i've ever read. i'll forever be obsessed and i wish there was literally anything that could ever hit as hard as this did. if u read it, anon (if u havent already) dont go through the carnivorous lamb tag on here bc u need to experience this without any big prior knowledge. trust me)

erotism: death and sensuality by george bataille (ik im just listing the classics atp. but how could i ever leave that one out. this ones a lot and depending on how into bataille & philosophy in general u are it could be too much. but if u havent already read this one anon, just read the introduction. trust me ure gonna loose it from that alone)

gemini by michel tournier (this one... took me ages to get through it on my first read bc of the way its written, but it was so worth it. not even gonna say much about this one - its basically like if twins by bari wood was good lmao)

incest: from a "journal of love": the unexpurgated diary of anais nin, 1932-1934 (or every anais nin diary ever in general, but this one especially. there was just no one that got it quite like she did)

indecent theology: theological perversions in sex, gender and politics by marcella althaus-reid (sorry for literally recommending theory. im pretty sure u were asking for fiction lol, but this (& althaus-reid in general) is everything to me. if u've any interest whatsoever in theology u should check this one out)

the sluts by dennis cooper (slightly controversial opinion i think? not that the book itself is controversial, just that dennis cooper is very hit and miss at times. this book tho, definite hit. its so intense and convoluted and i loved every second of it. read this before death and sensuality and u're guaranteed to think of nothing else for at least a month)

querelle of brest by jean genet ("those knock-out body fluids: blood, sperm, tears!". kind of a classic since theres also the fassbinder movie but i prefer the book tbh. its been a while since i've read it but it'll forever be in my favourites)

crash by j.g. ballard (yeah ik we've all seen crash but i need more ppl to read the book. hold on actually i need to insert one of my favourite bits from it here:

Reaching through the fractured windshields and passenger windows around me, I marked my semen on the oily instrument panels and binnacles, touching these wound areas at their most deformed points.)

ada, or ardor: a family chronicle by vladimir nabokov (one of the most beautiful books i've ever read. probably not the most helpful recommendation bc im pretty sure its a classic but i cant not mention it.)

also some bonus recommendations of books that didnt make the list bc they're either not freak books or bc i havent read them yet:

christopher and his kind by christopher isherwood (not a freak book. not even remotely. but will forever have a special place in my heart.)

the sparrow by maria doria russell (read this one anon!!! this would be on the list, but im not fully finished w it yet so i cant officially put it in my top 10 yet)

exquisite corpse by poppy z. brite (havent read that one yet but its on my list!!)

autobiography of red by anne carson (not a freak book. beautifully written, a work of art really)

as meat loves salt by maria mccann (havent read that one yet. hoping its as good as everyone says)

skagboys by irvine welsh (one thing about me is that i'll always find a way to mention the trainspotting books)

#u guys r feeding my ego big time w these media asks.#i love doing lists ngl. just waiting patiently until the 'top 10 favourite academic papers?' ask drops lmao #also mwah <3 @ u anon. kissing u for that ask #oh also anon: if u havent already read carnivorous lamb and decide to check it out - u neeeed to listen to velvet voices by townes van zand #while reading it. theres no bigger reason behind that. its just that i listened to it on loop while reading #and that was literally a spiritual experience #ask

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regretisstoredintheme · 1 year

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Hi it's your local spawn from hell who wrote about Yandere Mickey-

Anyway, can little me request the turtaleles with pianist MC? Yeah thanks my ideas basic af leave me alone It can be a fic or hcs I don't give a fuck-

I'm just a ginger music nerd who craves content that isn't mine-

Makin my way downtown, walkin’ fa— OH?? WHATS THIS??

WHAT THE FUCK??

*SNATCHES PAPER*

“Pianocat939 asked:

Hi it's your local spawn from hell who wrote about Yandere Mickey-

Anyway, can little me request the turtaleles with pianist MC? Yeah thanks my ideas basic af leave me alone It can be a fic or hcs I don't give a fuck-

I'm just a ginger music nerd who craves content that isn't mine-“

A/N: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE??? NONONO YOU BITCH YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO REQUEST FROM ME ??— IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY INBOX🧍

YES OFC ILL WRITE IT BUT WHAT??? IM OVER HERE MAKING YOU FANART AND SHIT IN THE BACK AND YOU JUST SAUNTER UP HERE LIKE “yo can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh raggedy cloth and others with piano” GET THE FUCK OUT /j

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All turtles x Pianist!Reader

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(In honor of this occasion I only see it fit to write with your cursed ass names)

Raggedy Cloth:

HUGE sweetheart.

Likes to sit close to the bench, his head and arms propped up on the wood - taking up as little space as possible.

He watches closely, his tail wagging gently in anticipation as your fingertips drum on the keys. His smile widens as he hears the notes, snuggling up to you.

Sometimes he has a hard time not hugging your torso, having you there in his arms just lulls the turtle right to sleep— doesn’t matter what you’re playing.

You could be playing the most chaotic, horrifying, heart wrenching piece of sheet music and as long as he was hugging you, he’d be fine. In fact, he’s incredibly content!

If you gently pat his head before playing, the churring that vibrates from him is rather hard to play over— but eh who are you kidding? It adds a good baseline.

He hardly notices anytime you mess up, and if it really starts to bug you - he’s rubbing up and down your back, telling you to take a break, get a snack, anything to help you calm down.

Danielston III:

He isn’t exactly the type to sit and watch you play.

However, when you had expressed an interest in piano, he quietly began working on a custom-made keyboard. Purple, of course.. with accents of your favorite color.

It has more sounds than the original, and, it’s a lot more practical.

It did come with headphones.. however, he may or may not have messed with the jack so it could hook up to his headphones as well — with Bluetooth.

You know how he records everything?

…yeah.

Sometimes when he’s really overstimulated, he’ll just pull up recordings of your music, the sound calming his nerves until he can get himself back together.

When he’s understimulated? There is nothing stopping him from remixing your talent.

He DEFINITELY adds your mess - ups too, he thinks your tirades of frustration are actually really humorous.

I like to think he makes most of his ‘jammy jams’ by himself, considering how he knows what he likes, but you know.

Overall he appreciates your talent— but in secret. He’d die before letting you know how much he relies on it.

Mikey Mouse:

Loves your playing so much!!

Theres no better feeling then listening to you play and working on his art— he considers you an incredible artist, especially if you compose your own music.

His mood depends on what you’re playing, it can really affect what he plans on drawing.

If you play chaotic things, he acts like he doesn’t mind at all!! And really he doesn’t, but if you look over his shoulder, you’ll notice it’s inspired him to draw his own chaotic things..

Things you wouldn’t even wanna unleash on your own worst enemy.

Everytime you finish a song or overcome a rut you were in, he’s bombarding you with compliments.

“That one was so cool, Y/N!”

“Where did you learn to play like that?”

“You did it! I’m so proud of you..”

incredibly genuine too— like it’s overflowing.

I feel like this was short, but there’s not really much to say about the mikester 😭 Hes just content to be in your presence. He sees you as an artist the same as him, same level and creative ability. He loves being around you.

Tableo:

He makes sure you have a couch instead of a bench for your piano

Why?

So he can lean against you and prop his legs up on the armrests of course!!

He’s quick to point out when you do something impressive, like a chord progression you had been practicing all day. his brows furrow as he gives you his signature smirk, “Class-ayy~”

He often reads comics while you play, chuckling anytime you mess up.

If you point out his laughter, there is LOADS of teasing in for you.

“I don’t see what’s so hard!” He laughs, as you scoff, asking him to play it if it’s so easy! “Well, you can’t expect me to just do it perfectly with hands like these..” he gestures to his 6 fingers, but scoots closer to you anyway, muttering something about how “but.. if you insist~”

He’s surprisingly really good his first try! Great for someone with “hands like his”.

If you try to teach him though, he’s yawning through your whole lecture — instead staring at you and how prettily your features meshed together.

“Leo? Did.. you hear anything I just said..?”

“Hehehehhh.. nope. ♡”

He’s.. Shameless..!

Absolutely…

Shameless.

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A/N: PLS EXCUSE ME FOR BEING SUCH A FANBOYJFHJDHS op is just really cool ♡

#ROTTMNT #ROTTMNT x reader #tmnt x reader #ROTTMNT Leo x reader #ROTTMNT Donnie x reader #ROTTMNT Mikey x reader #ROTTMNT raph x reader #tmnt #raph x reader #Leo x reader #Donnie x reader #Mikey x reader #regrettable writing

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moved-to-tobernaut · 2 months

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Woe Cult of the lamb OC be upon ye

I've been trying to embrace my cringe so. But the real reason I'm posting this is because I have 8,000 COTL sketches in various states of finish and if I don't post something I'll lose traction so get creatured. May post more of this guy maybe.

Some rambles under cut

Man this guy has been through so many changes. I made him back when I first got really into cult of the lamb to help me experiment with shipping. This was pre sins of the flesh, pre leshycat popularity and I don't fuck with incest so OCs were one of the only option and man I went hard.

Now he's settled down as a character a bit. I'm more focused on his role as a sort of thinly worn yet content caretaker. That doesn't mean he can't get around a little now and then, though, when the urge strikes me.

For his design I basically took everything I liked In A Creature and slapped it onto one Guy™️. I never really did furry/anthro art pre cotl, though I dabbled in monsters, so this was really new to me at the time. (Still is, tbh.) So yeah. Bat ears, some little antenna feeler things, spidery mouth and paws, fangs, four arms, toe beans, fluff and fur, freckles, somehow. Literally just anything that makes me boogie in a fella.

I reeeeally wanted to make this post with more drawings but I'm trying really hard not to burn out. Another social media page of mine lies dead because I burnt myself out trying to chase algorithms. I want to make a nice lil balance between post all the time always and literally never.

Shit this was supposed to be about my oc

#im so tired rn #anyway if someone wants to talk cult of the lamb ocs #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #lol jk #unless??#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb oc #i am cringe but i am free #cotl Amon #tober art

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bambinella · 4 months

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Queen Rivalry

A/N: The lack of fanfics for Life is Strange is a CRIME, and I'm here to fix it. I recently finished LiS True Colors and I'm in love with it. Definitely a game I'll play again, and write for! Enjoy! Art belongs to this amazing artist!

Summary: Typhon is gone, and Alex is finally starting to enjoy her life with Steph

Warnings: Spoilers for Life is Strange: True Colors! And fluff ofc

Word Count: 1922

It was a month after Typhon had been taken down, and things finally started to feel… normal. Diane and Jed and everyone directly working for Typhon had disappeared from Haven, and peace had returned to the small town. After deciding to stay in Haven, Alex still lived above the Black Lantern, which was now run by Ryan. While she and Steph didn’t officially live together yet, the DJ nearly spent all her nights at the Lantern at this point. With everything she’d been through so far, Alex was rarely surprised by anything anymore. This time, however, she was surprised. She was smiling and actually felt happy. For the first time in so long, she felt like she belonged here.

While losing Gabe had left a big hole in her chest, spending her days with Ryan and Steph seemed to slowly close the gap, making her feel whole again. And if she was being honest, it was mostly Steph that healed her. The ‘hot DJ with the best beanies’, as Steph liked to call herself, was there to help her up every time she broke down over her brother’s death. She couldn’t think of anyone who had helped her like that, in all her life, besides Gabe. With Steph she felt at home. Speaking of home, they were currently spending the evening at Alex’ place, as they were in the middle of yet another rematch for the claim to the title of Foosball Champion. To no one's surprise, Alex won again.

“Boom! Oh yeah! Seems I remain the undefeated Queen of Foosball!” Alex cheered as she bounced herself over to the couch, sucker-punching the air to celebrate her victory.

“Damn you Alex Chen! I swear I’ll make you pay next time!” Steph laughed and groaned at the same time, shaking one clenched fist in the air while accepting her defeat in Foosball yet again. This happened way too often lately.

“That sounds exactly what a sore loser, who will definitely lose again, would say to the Queen,” Alex teased as she scooted over, making room for her girlfriend to sit next to her.

“Ohoho, get off your high horse already! Did you forget that I was the original Queen of Haven before you got here? You’re just trying to usurp the throne!” Steph’s eyebrows raised dangerously high, a playful smirk playing on her lips. Alex smirked right back at her.

“Please. We all know I’m the better Queen. After all, what kind of royalty would wear a beanie for a crown?” She had barely finished her sentence before Steph lunged at her, her aura almost vibrating with mischievous intent.

“You take that back right now! Nobody insults the beanie without consequences, not even my very-good-looking girlfriend!” She playfully demanded, to which Alex only started laughing.

“Never!” She shot back, trying to hide her blush from that comliment.

They wrestled on the couch, with Steph mainly trying to push her off. The brunette had strong arms due to being a drummer, but overall Alex was the stronger one of the two, so for a moment she thought she’d win this little fight. Until Steph pressed her fingers into her ribs.

“Stohohop!” Alex laughed, her hand immediately covering the area, and Steph’s hand, before looking up at her. Steph, who was looming over her and basically straddling her, quickly processed what had happened as a wide, evil grin slowly spread on her face.

“No way! You're ticklish? Looks like the new ‘Queen of Haven’ has a weakness after all~!” She almost purred, and Alex could tell she was going to heavily abuse this knowledge. She gulped.

“H-hey Steph, we can talk about this, right? How about another rematch of Foosball, huh?” Alex suggested nervously, unable to stop herself from smiling. Steph shook her head.

“I think I’m gonna choose a fight I know I can win this time!” She said, and with that she dug her fingers into Alex’ sides. The latter shrieked and grabbed Steph’s wrists, immediately bursting into giggles.

“Aahhahahaa! Steeheheheph! No fahahair!” She cried out, her blush now definitely showing. Ever since she and her brother had been separated all those years ago, she’d barely gotten tickled at all. Why was she still so ticklish?!

“Oh I think it’s very fair!” Steph grinned, unbothered by Alex’ attempt to stop her as she squeezed up and down her sides. Her grin got even wider when Alex’ laughter spiked as she tickled her ribs, indicating that they were even more sensitive. So of course she had to zero in on that weakness by gently drilling in between them.

“AahaHAHHAA!” Alex squealed and tried to roll on her side, yet found herself very stuck. When she tried to hide her ribs with her arms, she discovered that Steph somehow always found a way to still tickle her there.

“My my, someone’s really ticklish huh? I’d be careful if I were you, announcing left and right that you’re the Queen of Haven now. What if someone sends an assassin after you? What if they find out you’re ticklish and decide to exploit that weakness?” Steph teased, slipping one of her hands under Alex’ shirt to tickle her bare stomach, sending the young woman into another fit of laughter.

“THEY WOHOHON’T! OHOHO! OHOHO STOHOHOHOP!” Alex put one of her hands on her girlfriend’s shoulder in an attempt to push her away, yet all that did was make her laugh harder as Steph used the momentum to sneak in tickles under her arm. This girl knew how to murder someone with tickles for sure!

“Oh I’m not stopping until you take back your words about my beanie!” Steph smirked, and that was when Alex knew she was fucked. She usually wasn’t the type of person to take back her words, but tickling to death could be an exception in her case. Her thoughts suddenly got interrupted by a familiar tingling, which made her open her eyes and look up. Steph’s aura was glowing brightly, a golden light surrounding her, and she immediately recognized it. It was joy. With little effort she tapped into it, temporarily forgetting the fact that she was being tickled to death, as she ended up in one of Steph’s memories.

“Gabe! Gaahahahabe! Stohohop you dihihihick!” “Oh no, you can forget mercy after cheating like that! Take this!” “Ahaha! Hohohow is winning cheheheating?!” “Doesn’t matter, you won so that means you cheated! And I’ll tickle you until you admit it!” “You dohohork! Ahahaha stohohop!”

It only lasted a moment, yet Alex was filled with joy from the memory. The thought of Gabe and Steph playing games and having tickle fights felt… just right. She didn’t even realize Steph had stopped until she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, Alex, are you okay? Did I go overboard?” Steph asked, sounding worried as she gave her a once-over. Alex blinked a few times before sitting up, snapping out of it. She gently pat Steph on the arm and smiled at her reassuringly.

“No you didn’t! I’m fine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to but you were just so… happy. I saw one of your memories,” She admitted, almost feeling guilty as she awaited her reaction. Steph had asked her to warn her before tapping into her emotions, but it had felt so natural. To her relief, Steph looked pleasantly surprised.

“A memory? What did you see? What happened?” She asked, almost eagerly. Alex smiled.

“It was about you and Gabe. You two were playing some game, and it ended up in a tickle fight,” She explained, and she could basically see Steph’s eyes light up as she remembered.

“Oh! That was last year! He’d invited me over and we were playing one of his favorite board games, because he used to win it most of the time. So when he lost, of course he accused me of cheating! What a jerk,” Steph explained with a smile, and it made Alex smile too. While memories of her brother were still painful, she didn’t mind them as much if they were the joyful ones. Plus Gabe had given her useful information.

“That’s so sweet. And you know what?” She said as she wrapped an arm around Steph’s waist, pulling her close against her so she could whisper in her ear. “It also made me realize that you’re ticklish too~” She added. The reaction was immediate. Steph tried to jump off the couch to safety, and Alex only tightened her grip on the girl’s waist while her free hand dug into her side, causing Steph to bark out a laugh.

“No! NO! Alex don’t you fuhucking dahahahahare!” Steph giggled, trying really hard to sound menacing, yet Alex could only gush at the attempt. She was intimidating no one here.

“Oh but I do dare, now be a good girl and take your tickles,” She giggled, smiling a little wider as she saw the blush appear on Steph’s cheeks. Got her! Her nails tickled all over her toned stomach, making her girlfriend yelp and increase her struggles. Moments later she managed to escape from the grasp, only to tumble off of the couch on the floor.

“Ha! Can’t catch me!” Steph teased, yet before she could crawl away, Alex had caught one of her ankles and pulled it up to her lap.

“Ohhh no, you’re not going anywhere! I’m not done with you yet!” Alex grinned mischievously as she tickled the bottom of her socked foot. Steph shrieked and pulled at her leg, yet couldn’t muster up the strength to free herself due to giggling too much. Poor girl was stuck on her back, with no way to get up as her ankle was being held hostage. Perfect, Alex thought.

“Alex! ALEX NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEASE!” The brunette cried out in laughter as she rolled around on the floor. Every time she pushed herself up to try and reach her foot Alex simply tickled under her toes, making her laugh harder and fall down again.

“Begging already huh? Good thing Haven is no longer in your hands, sheesh,” Alex playfully scolded, lightly fluttering her nails against the middle of her foot.

Steph was laughing and giggling too hard and too fast to even properly protest at that point, so she merely grabbed her own beanie and pulled it over her face as she laughed her heart out. Alex nearly melted at the sight. This was such a good discovery.

“Aww does it tickle too much? Maybe I could show mercy if you admit I’m the better Queen. Or you could not, and then I’ll be forced to–”

“YOU AAHAHAHARE! YOU AHAHARE NOW STAAHAHAHP!” Steph immediately surrendered, banging one hand on the floor. Alex chuckled and let go of the foot, leaning her chin into one of her hands.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She teased, briefly laughing as Steph flipped her off.

“You’re horrible. Even worse than Gabe, and that says something,” She shot back, yet Alex could hear the smile in her voice.

“And you’re adorable,” She cooed, causing Steph to grumble under her breath. The brunette was still slightly embarrassed and folded her arms while continuing to hide under her beanie. Alex let out a chuckle and sat herself down on the ground next to her girlfriend, gently lifting the front of her beanie to look into her eyes.

“Hey, kiss up and shut me?” She asked. Steph, embarrassed or not, smiled brightly at that.

“Thought you’d never ask,” She smirked, immediately leaning up to kiss Alex.

Yep. Life was good.

#Life is Strange #Life is Strange True Colors #lis true colors #Alex Chen #Steph Gingrich #Tickling #Tickle fic #tk community

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eddiebun · 2 years

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softie

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader ♡

summary ; you’ve been neglecting the person who’s been longing for you most..

genre/warning ; just a short angsty, fluffy piece

fairy note ; i hope someone can enjoy this bc this is a super rushed lil piece aha ha,,

you were a dreamer, the glass half full kinda person, always high-spirited, and vibrant and you carried a bounce in every step.

so when you sat down with a glimmer in your eye and a beaming grin on your face to announce some big news— you were high-hoped, expecting reciprocated excitement but most of all, approval from your best friend, eddie munson.

“what’s got you so cheery?” mike spoke up, sipping on the orange juice box he had stuffed in his bag before school.

“maybe eddie finally told her.” dustin nudged mike and you leaned in, eyes narrowing in confusion, temporarily diverting from your original plan, upon hearing eddie had something to tell you, which he had not yet done.

“told me what?” you interrogated the boy and he grimaced, eyes darting back and forth between you, and the scraggly long-haired boy he bought up in conversation, cursing under his breath before continuing.

“he wanted to keep it a surprise so don’t tell him we said anything or he’ll kick our ass!” henderson whispers harshly and you nod, once again peering back at eddie briefly.

mike rolled his eyes at his friend's evident secrecy, not very stealthy, “he’s planning that dnd campaign you’ve been writing about, y’know that whole book you had with the art? the town it’s set in, the spells, races, and monsters— yeah well, he’s basically been studying it for the next campaign on friday.”

your eyes lit up in pure delight, “really?!” you gasped, clutching your hands near your heart and kicking your feet under the table.

it was always a plus to your friends that you were so approachable and open-minded, you let yourself be influenced by their interests so you could find the fun and joy in it, with them, but when eddie met you that's one he loved most out of so many of your qualities. you didn't criticize him, make snide jokes at his expense and to him, that was so new, so refreshing. everything that would excite him, would excite you just as much, you loved participating, adapting, listening, and being enthusiastic about what eddie loved, it bought you much more joy rather than any interest you had yourself.

so when you had finished your first campaign with eddie and his friends you had been jumping up and down eager for the next one and then the next one, one after the other every single time, even if it took a while for eddie to set them up.

you had gotten hit with a wave of inspiration that translated into pouring into your little notebook, a whole new dnd world. pages upon pages of written up homebrew lore and doodles to go along with everything, it wasn’t so serious to you at first, just a thing you did in your spare time but when eddie caught sight of it he asked you a million questions, insisting that it wasn’t stupid— like you had thought and he even told you he’d be able to incorporate some, if not all, of your written up ideas into a campaign or two one day and you were beyond overjoyed, you didn’t even know he could do that! it honestly only made you fall a little harder for the brown haired boy but you always pushed those feelings aside.

you glanced back at eddie upon hearing the news, wanting to stride over to him at the top of the table and crush him in a suffocating hug, but you couldn’t, this was a surprise he was planning for you.

the whole town treated eddie as if he was less than dirt under their shoes, they knew nothing about him, wouldn't even greet him with a kind glance, let alone begin to understand him. they all held so much judgment and animosity with no valid reasoning and it would break your heart— eddie, in a sad but better-then-dwelling way, just brushed it off, mumbling to you it's fine every time someone would utter freak under their breath or gesture mockingly to him. it wasn't fine, it never was, it was cruel and unfair and if it wouldn't make it worse on eddie's behalf, you would've said something, confronted them all one by one but maybe you were a bit of a coward.. an appeaser.

“what’s so funny over there henderson?” eddie called out, watching the kid's eyes go wide before he shook his head, going quiet, not wanting to get caught upon revealing the sweet plans eddie had with you in mind.

you cleared your throat, an opportune time to intervene, “i have something to share with everyone.” your voice wavered a little, everyone’s eyes now on you.

“well.. you all know chris? i'm thinking about maybe making it serious with him.” you announced with a taut laugh, rubbing your palms on your thighs, the silence making them clammy.

“like basketball chris? friends-with-mega-asshole-jason kinda chris?” gareth asked, wide-eyed and the sandwich he was eating, forgotten about on the table.

“yeah! but he’s not like jason! h-he’s really nice!” you told them, hands coming up like you were already trying to defend yourself, glancing eddie’s way but he was hard to read, just staring down at the bag of nuts he was snacking on.

“wait y/n, we didn’t think you were actually serious about that guy, like yeah maybe he’s a prom date or whatever but date, date?” dustin spoke up, leaning back in his chair and looking at you in disbelief, eyes boring into you like it would help convince you.

“huh? he’s not an asshole.” your shoulders slumped, a pang in your heart at everyone's instant gloomy response.

"yeah, i'm sure he's not like that, that you can totally fix him." mike cooed sarcastically and you scowled at the boy.

"wow, i wish i never said anything, sorry, was just an idea.." your arms crossed over your chest, breathing picking up in frustration.

you heard a chair screech across the floor on the other side of the table, wincing at the sound as you watched eddie walking out of the cafeteria, metal lunchbox under his arm, and snacks forgotten about on the table.

you sighed, leaning your head back, feeling dejected and foolish for bringing chris up when clearly everyone but you knew that he was a touchy subject.

it was wednesday now, two days since you had sat down at the table, found out about that surprise, told everyone about you and chris and two days since eddie hadn't spoken to you.

it was apparent that he was ignoring you, eddie would never avoid you like he had been, he always made time for you and would drop everything for you.

you didn't even go directly home that day, you went straight to eddie's trailer and despite not seeing eddie's van you still knocked on the front door, being greeted by his uncle and of course, being told eddie hadn't come home yet.

wayne even let you inside and you waited around for eddie for an hour or so, wayne even noticed you looked a little distressed and offered to tell eddie you had stopped by and to reach out, so eventually, you went on your way.

and even now you were still feeling troubled, chris in the driver's seat beside you as he took you home after your third date together. this was supposed to be a good night and it was, the date was sweet but you couldn't help but feel bummed out all night but on the brighter side chris hadn't picked up on it and maybe you were just convincing yourself that chris didn't need to hear any of your worries or perhaps you were a little cautious bringing up your friends in front of him.

it was true, you had never picked up on chris being anything as bad or radical as jason, the bigoted, arrogant dipstick that terrorized anyone abnormal.

sure.. he was friends with the guy but, you've had questionable friends before, okay maybe not, you did cut those friends off once you found out how awful they are. but you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, jason didn't have to ruin everything for everyone else.

"thanks, chris." you gave him a brief smile once you saw him pull up outside your place, leaning in to place a peck on his cheek, squeezing his hand, and promising to see him again tomorrow.

"who's that?" you felt chris leaning away, ducking his head and squinting to try to make out the figure leaning beside your door.

you followed his line of sight, instantly recognizing eddie and laughing in disbelief and a little bit of panic, "o-oh, that's my friend, i don't know what he's doing—"

"listen i know you can choose whoever you wanna be friends with, but don't you hang out with way too many guys? and he's just waiting around outside your place? isn't that one guy some drug dealer too ?" chris looked ahead at you and you blinked at him, void of any expression, "i'm just looking out for you y/n."

"don't.. don't say that." you scoffed, mouth hanging open before you pushed open the passenger door and walked towards eddie, hearing chris's footsteps behind you.

"eddie munson." chris spoke up first, before letting you even say anything.

you saw eddie's head snap in the direction of you both and you felt your heart twinge, his big puppy eyes looking between you both knowingly as he already turned on his feet to leave.

"see, told you these guys are up to no good, he's already running off like he got caught." chris scoffed, a stupid smug smile on his face.

you felt like you couldn't move in the moment, stiff and horrified.

you blinked and eddie was already pulling out the driveway, breathing in and out slowly, you turned around, "i never want to see you ever again." you muttered under your breath, trembling.

“y/n wha—“

“leave! right now!” you screeched, shoving him back with a firm shove, “you don’t get to talk about my friends like that, i don’t want anything to do with you.” you grimaced, looking him up and down before walking away in the direction of the side walk, fists balled up in frustration.

“you deserve whatever you get coming your way, you’re just like them, freak!” chris yelled bitterly, window rolled down as he zoomed past you.

you didn’t care how many i-told-you-so’s you’d have to endure upon the result of this, all you cared about was getting to eddie.

you were breathless and cold by the time you had gotten to his trailer on foot but regardless, you were there and eddie was too, you noticed his van parked on the grass.

“eddie!” you whispered out harshly, knocking on his window since you didn’t want to disturb wayne this time.

“eddie please, open the window, i gotta talk to you.” you got on your tip toes, peering through, jumping in shock when you saw it whip open and eddie standing there.

“i don’t feel like talking anymore, i’ll take you home but you can’t be here right now.” he shook his head, going to walk away but you called out for him again.

“hey, i’m sorry, p-please just let me in, it’s freezing fucking cold eddie.” you whined.

“yeah it is cold, i know.” he scoffed, watching you push yourself inside, he still helped you get safely on your feet, despite how upset he was.

“hey, i didn’t know you were back there waiting for me.. i’m sorry and about chris i’m—“ eddie cut you off, letting out a groan.

“don’t bother.” eddie forced out a laugh, sitting at the edge of his bed and twiddling rolling papers between his fingers, “i’m just some good for nothing drug dealer.” he nodded condescendingly, you went to speak up but eddie continued, “so really y/n you don’t have to bother anymore, i’m kinda done with all this.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

you were speechless, staring at the back of his head and squeezing onto your arm to comfort yourself, “you don’t mean that.” you shook your head, “a-and i don’t agree with him! i never would, i swear eddie, if i agreed i wouldn’t be here!” you breathed out, desperate.

“oh please, you just pity me— i mean c’mon..” he glanced back at you, throwing his hands up in defeat, “don’t pretend you’re not happy seeing me like this.”

you frowned in displeasure, shaking your head rapidly, “you know i’m not like that. the last thing i want to do is u-upset you eddie.” you felt your bottom lip quivering, tears threatening to spill.

“maybe that’s true but i find it hard to believe.” he sighed, breathing out the smoke he just inhaled and you noticed his hands trembling.

“no, eddie, listen to me.” you insisted, kneeling down in front of him and taking a hold of his free hand in yours, looking up at him with big eyes.

“i would never purposefully do that and i’m so sorry i let you down i-i let someone i vouched for talk to you like that..” you bite down on your bottom lip, trying not to get worked up. “i should’ve listened, to the others about what they said but i was stubborn.. i-i was hopeful, liked his affection, it didn’t have to be him but it happened to be and i took it like an idiot.” you shook your head.

“i’m sorry, that’s not the point but, eddie.. believe me, i’ll never let that happen again.” you squeezed his hand, holding his gaze.

“you really like him?” eddie tilted his head up a little, eyes darting away from you.

“i did.. i was starting to,” you admitted, “but it’s true, he’s like the others.” you mumbled, looking down and squeezing your eyes together, wanting the ground to swallow you hole.

how could you be so stupid, letting this happen, expecting everything to be dandy. it was ridiculous.

“i’m just.. i’m not as upset at you for falling for him, i’m not.” he shook his head, “i think i’m upset at myself more than anything.” he spoke quietly, you could barely hear him.

you frowned, not understanding but you didn’t force anything out at him, just comfortingly giving his hand a squeeze.

“because.. i like— i mean, ugh!” eddie groaned, rubbing his fingers to his temples and tapping his feet anxiously against the floorboards of the trailer, “i’ve like fallen really hard for you.” he admitted, eyes squeezed shut and hand covering his face.

your mouth gaped open and it was silent for a what felt like forever but was probably just a few seconds before eddie spoke up again, peeking out from the gaps in his fingers, “i don’t wanna take it out on you, like it’s your fault because it’s not, and really y/n, i don’t want your pity, whether guys you’re into insult me or not. just kinda hurts,” he breathed out, hands moving into his lap as he fiddled with the rings on his fingers, “so, if you let me be selfish we can forget this happened, go back to normal or i can forget about what chris said, you can go back to him, stop wasting time here.” he shrugged.

you couldn’t believe what he was even suggesting of you right now, “eddie, stop, stop doing that.” you frowned, “i don’t wanna go anywhere. i’m staying right here.” you insisted, taking a deep breath.

“i’ve thought about us too..” you admitted, laughing nervously and staring down at the floor, “before i ever even met chris or anything.” you shrugged, “i just.. you always talk about leaving hawkins behind and, i thought that meant you’d leave me behind too so i tried to just suppress that kinda feeling you know?” you winced at your words, feeling like your heart was beating out of your chest.

“sorry, it sounds stupid.” you shook your head, breathing out shakily and glancing up at him.

“no, it’s not stupid, what i said was stupid, making you think i’d leave you behind, i’d never be able to do that unless you forced me to.” he laughed out before pursing his lips together, eyes shyly hovering over your face, “you really used to like me though or you’re just saying that?”

“used to?” you widened your eyes before scratching behind your head shyly, “i mean.. i never really stopped thinking about the what ifs so i don’t think it’s ever been a used to..” you were nervous, being so open with him but it was a relief in a way, “so i think.. i still feel that kinda way.” you bit on the inside of your lip.

eddie’s was in disbelief, but he believed you, he didn’t have zero doubts or worries, but he could feel you were being genuine, and eddie always went with his heart, he was just a big softie at the end of the day, “so i like you, and you.. like me as well?” he asked quietly, pursing his lips together to stop the big dumb smile that was threatening to overtake his features.

“it seems like that.” you laughed, looking up at him and reaching out to take his hand, “d’you wanna hug a little?” you asked quietly, blinking up at him with the cutest expression he had ever seen.

“yes, i’d like that.” he whispered, almost inaudible but it didn’t matter, feeling him tug you up into his hold, arms snug around your waist as you laid on top of him, giggling and arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“does this mean i can take you on a date?” he asked, mumbling with his face against your shoulder and you nodded,

“mhm, you can take me on so many dates eddie munson, all the dates in the world.” you grinned from ear to ear, basking in his comfortingly warmth.

you fluttered your eyes open once you felt eddie tilting your chin up, seeing his face leaning up underneath you and you squeezed onto him reassuringly, leaning in to press your lips to his.

the way both your mouths meshed together, even if it was a little clumsy at first, sharing giggles— it felt so long overdue and natural to you both, letting yourselves run out of breath, feeling the way eddie kept his head leaned up and kissed over your every feature.

“you’re so pretty, i wanna make you my girl.” he spoke out, cheeks tinted pink and you could’ve leaned in to kiss him more for hours on end.

“then i guess i’m eddie munson’s girl, sounds pretty nice to me.” you winked, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“oh! does this mean i’m re-invited to the campaign on friday? since you’re not being grumpy and ignoring me anymore?” you teased at which eddie playfully rolled his eyes.

“you were never uninvited, it’s for you anyway.” he shrugged, fingers dragging up and down soothingly on your arm.

“i know..” you smirked, mischievous giggle at the tip of your turn as you watched eddie’s bottom lip jut out.

“what ho— oh those little shits! they told you didn’t they?!” eddie sat up a little with you, mouth agape.

“hey! it’s fine, doesn’t ruin it for me, i love it, thank you.” you cupped his face, watching him shyly glance away, big twinkly eyes crinkling into a smile.

“well, i’m still mad at them.” he huffed, rolling his eyes and pretending to be tough, but it only made him look a hundred times cuter.

“mhm, my big scary softie!” you cooed,

"you're nghm—" you squished his cheeks together, hearing him grumble in protest before tugging your hands away from his face, "i said you're gonna be the death of me." he chuckled, kissing each of your fingers, "but i think i'm okay with that." he sighed out contently.

you've never felt everything so in place, right where you've always meant to be.

#fairy fics 🤍#eddie munson #eddie #eddie stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things angst #stranger things fluff

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devouringyourson · 1 month

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god the film making landscape is so insanely volatile rn like every decision a studio makes is two years out of date and therefore the market any media lands in is incredibly different to when it was initially commissioned it feels impossible to predict. basically the streaming content boom after lockdown kinda fucked everything up and I think streaming was too relied upon and oversaturated and then cinema audiences aren't responding to anything like they used to everything has changed every project is like anyone's guess what's gunna hit or not

like yeah you can be naive and make blanket statements and say 'make something good' but quality is not really indicative of anything nowadays many films are flops then becoming memes or find viral successes on streaming after a disappointing box office it's all just ��🤷 and after ever success or failure people make dumb thinkpieces or takes about what studios should or shouldn't be doing based on the relative success of that specific example forgetting it was planned two years ago and even you did perfectly emmulate the successful thing now by the time it came out the consumer landscape would have all changed again???

no one sets out to make a failure they all attempting to make art and money based on pattern spotting and trends but there's so many micro trends and variables nowadays (wars, pandemics, strikes) the pace of production literally can't keep up with changing demand esp with the growing scale of everything.

Do you keep looking back at films and going 'damn that was only 2021?!' shocked cos it feels like a cultural lifetime ago? yeah imagine how we all feel racing to make content every two years knowing it's a complete gamble it'll still be wanted by the time it comes out racing against the clock to start production on multiple different projects that may or may not actually happen filming without finished scripts just to get it out in time just to then have the viewers pass over it goes it's soooo last year

#terrified for my job #everything coming up made sense when comissiomed but like took so long to make its like ??? why do that now #streaming just exploded then died so quick #the pandemic changed cinema habits so much thats kinda fucky

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Okie, so I was in bed, totally about to turn off my phone in a few minutes and get them eepies, but then I made the mistake of opening up your Ortegaverse tag and doom-scrolled... oopsies

Anyway, while scrolling, I came across an old comment from our good friend @theogm-art from a few days ago. Unfortunately, I don't have a screenshot but basically, it was about Wednesday finding Enid with May and taking them back to the Addams Mansion. And of course, my brain took it as a challenge lol.

And so, blah blah my interpretation blah blah blah (forgive me, I'm tired lol)

"You live here?" Wednesday asked, trying not to sound disgusted. The apartment that Enid took the trio to wasn't too awful, but it certainly wasn't going in any magazines. The whole place was small and as far as Wednesday could tell, the was only one bedroom, definitely far too small for an entire family to live in.

"Yeah, it isn't a mansion but... it's home," Enid sighed before turning to her daughter, "Hey pup! Whataya want for lunch?"

"PB&J PWEASE! And in twiangles!" May shouted, making Enid chuckle fondly. Her daughter, just like Enid at seven, is still unable to pronounce her L's and R's. "Alright, pup! One PB&J in triangles, coming up!" Enid turned back to the raven standing dumbfounded by the front door, "You want anything, Wends? I don't have much, but I'm told I make a mean PB&J?"

Wednesday finds herself about to make some remark about the gluttonous nature of the sandwich, but quickly bites her tongue, "I suppose I stomach a single sandwich."

(idk, time skip 30 mins)

"Enid."

"Yeah? What's up Wends?"

"I couldn't help but notice, this apartment is incredibly small. I assume you aren't doing well financially?"

Enid sighs in response and instead looks to May, "Hey pup? Mama needs to talk with her friend, can you go play in our room?" May nods happily and runs off to their bedroom, leaving the adults alone. "No, I'm honestly just barely keeping up with the bills. It's surprisingly hard raising a seven-year-old all on your own," the wolf jokes, but receives no sign of humor from the other woman.

Instead, Wednesday's eyes widen in shock, "On your own?" The dark-haired woman stares in disbelief for another moment before finding her voice again, though lightly laced with anger, "Where is her other mother? Is she absentee?"

Enid laughs flatly, but her face quickly turns dark as the trauma from seven years ago returns with a vengeance, "No, she um... She's not with us anymore. She was a normie and... well," Enid doesn't finish her sentence but she doesn't need to, Wednesday quickly connects the dots.

"Oh, I am sorry for your loss..." Wednesday pauses before adding, "And I apologize for jumping to conclusions. I'm left to assume she was quite the attentive partner, seeing as she bore your child."

Enid snorted out a laugh, "Yeah... yeah, she was amazing." Enid fidgets helplessly with the ring adorning her left-hand finger. A silence settles over the room for a while. It's not tense, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Wednesday's mind churns through all the new information she's been given over the last hour.

Eventually, Wednesday breaks the silence, "Come back with me to the mansion."

"Wh- what? Why?"

"Your daughter deserves a safe and loving environment to grow up. And you too deserve the same, Enid. I must admit, I do not know much about taking care of a child, but I'm sure my parents would be honored to help you," Wednesday speaks plainly as if she isn't offering everything, "You'd be given a well-deserved break."

Enid, for her part, is left shocked. Finally, she picks her jaw back up from the floor to speak. "Wednesday," the wolf whispers in awe, "You'd really take me back there? After what I did?"

"Of course, Enid. As I said, I have already forgiven you. I..." An uneasiness overwhelms the raven as the need to offer vulnerability to Enid crashes over her, but she quickly powers through, "I searched for you everywhere. I never once stopped looking. I- I couldn't bear being so far away for so long, Enid."

Enid is once again taken aback. For so long, Enid thought herself to be unforgivable as the endless traumas and heartbreak throughout the last two decades tore her soul apart, time and again until all she was left with was broken memories and a little girl who relied on her for everything. But now, she's not only been so easily forgiven by one of the only people she's ever sought it from but she's also being given a second chance at life. It feels like another ploy by the universe. Surely, this is just another in a long line of tricks to lead her into that dreaded false sense of security.

But no. As Enid stares into those dark eyes, she sees nothing but truth. It's a breath of fresh air and Enid takes it in greedily. "Okay, I'll go with you. Thank you, Wends," Enid accepts, then speaks softly, "We really do work, don't we?"

And for the first time Enid's ever seen it, Wednesday smiles. Just barely, but it's there. "We shouldn't," the brunette replies, "But we do."

Okie, time to pass out lol

However Enid's face turns cold, a steel of ice in those blue eyes as her smile falls.

"but I won't accept charity."

Wednesday stares. "this isn't charity-"

Enid waves her hand in a no no gesture as she sighs. It's then that Wednesday begins to be too aware of the lines of stress that lines her past roommates face. There's eyebags lying under her eyes, not so noticeable when she's smiling but all too seen when not.

"it is to me," Enid says before she gives a smile, shaky and not as true. It looks like a compromise. "so please let me help out around the house."

Wednesday swallow the No that was so ready to spill from her lips. She grits back the words of you deserve so much more, deserve to be pampered and cared for.

Wednesday nods and she stares at the way Enid smiles, her finger playing with the ring on her hand.

#Writing #Rachelsfavqueer #Enid x Wednesday #Ortegaverse #AAAAAA WE GOT SO MUCH TALENTED AND SKILLED PEOPLE HOLY SHIT #THANKS RACHEL!!!!

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a-local-idiots-shitpost · 3 months

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Simeon(10/02)-TSL convention with the best author of them all

has 1169 words, I feel like Simeon is OOC though...

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did you anticipate there would be a celebration for Simeon´s or for most of them “Christopher Peugot´s” birthday in the TSL fandom? considering Levi is a part of it actually yes you did but that isn´t the point, buuuut that´s the perfection distraction you need for him not only would he like to see his fans and how they see his work but Luke asked you for a distraction so they can put the finishing touches on his surprise party

also it had the added bonus of both of you enjoying some nice peace and quiet in the Human World away from everybody else and you got to give him his present early it was a bunch of kisses <3… and he got a printed out, leather bound and 100% comprehensible dissection of his work because you are very normal about it, honestly it´s more like the ramblings of a madman but he could understand it so mission accomplished also he did seem to enjoy that you liked it so much to do this so mission even more accomplished in your eyes

but back to what you two were there for it´s … honestly a pretty nice convention in your eyes but that just might be because you didn´t encounter any gatekeepers so far which greatly improves everything

you were holding Simeon´s hand and looking up at him “so watcha think about this? kinda interesting huh?” he was looking around “it´s… a really interesting experience” you had to hold back a laugh “if you think this is interesting now you should see how it was on social media” this caught his interest “there was even more?”

“oh yeah a bunch of people drew fan-art and everything, some even speculated on how you could look”

“I have a bad feeling”

“everybody drew you like one would an ancient wizard, some got really close to how you actually look” he gave you a small smile “so they drew me as Solomon? as long as they didn´t give me his interesting culinary abilities I could live with this” you were laughing now, so loud in fact some were staring at you dunno why though you are barely louder than the average person

“so wanna check anything out? there is a lot of TSL themed things we could choose from” Simeon was still holding your hand and you don´t think he will let go of it anytime soon “Leviathan said there would be some people´s attempt at remaking food from it”

“sooo snacks first or did you want a cook book?” Simeon lightly moved you along “knowing you I think food would be a good way to start, we will be walking for a while and you skipped breakfast again” he was still smiling at you but more in the “you better watch what you do now” way, just slightly hiding the rage behind it

“you noticed?” wrong thing to say before he just seemed more upset at you “yes and if we get home we are going to have a serious talk I hope you know this” you physically deflated “yay… even more scolding”

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both you and Simeon got some food, looking at it you wonder if Simeon based the description of those foods on Devil and Angel foods they sure look like them, tastes a lot more different though but that might just be the lack of of weird ingredients

both you and him were in a more secluded spot were nobody could hear you both “so Mister Peugeot what´s the verdict?” you gave him a teasing grin and he could just shake his head at your antics “with what a normal Human can work with it´s good”

“and if it´s somebody with connections?”

“it could have been better”

“I take this as we could make it a lot better” Simeon gave you a smile “you think so? I belief there is somebody in front of me who still can´t figure out the most basic of Celestial Realm ingredients” you just gave him a pout “so what do you want to do next?”

he thought for a moment “I heard people were displaying their artworks and interpretations of my characters and I would love to see those, it´s rare for me to find them” yeah you know why it´s rare, this man can´t work anything more advanced than a type writer most of the time and teaching him has… mixed results most of the time

“it´s your day Simeon, we´ll do whatever you want” he gave you a smile “I would love to, but you should still enjoy this day with me”

this man really is to sweet for words “don´t worry I´m sure it´ll be plenty of fun!” you gave him a bright grin and walked towards the stands

it was really impressive in your opinion but some of them seem to get a rather critical eye from Simeon, most notably the ones who are either selling replicas, figurines or outfits from the series guess they can be glad they don´t work with him, he did help with a stage play in RAD and it wasn´t easy

you saw him take a look at all the art that´s being displayed and he looked so happy about it, there is everything from all forms of drawings, figurines, even some out of Glass and some even were showing of their writings, it seems like he really took a liking to the people´s writings he seemed to enjoy reading them and giving the people compliments and in some cases some well meaning critiques not to say he didn´t enjoy looking at the other art works just that he paid a bit more attention to those

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both of you spent hours walking around the convention and for the Birthday of an Author nobody even knows the smallest amount of it was really impressive but now it´s time for the more important party and you hope Luke was finished with everything because the poor kid already seemed stressed more than enough…

you opened the Door of Purgatory Hall and everything was chaos, Luke is stuck on the ceiling, Solomon is in the kitchen making… something that you don´t even want to think about, Raphael is eating something that´s either food or the really fancy looking soap you made and the entire place looks like a battle field

this really wasn´t what you were expecting when you left Luke alone, poor kid even promised he had everything under control when you wrote him a quick text a couple of hours ago…

Simeon though looks really calm like eerily calm so calm your sure everybody that´s in his vicinity should evacuate before they are they are face with his wrath

“uh hey Simeon I think I just remembered I had to get back to the House of Lamentation so see ya!” you mentally apologized to poor Luke but you´ll be stuck with enough scoldings for a day because you didn´t tell Lucifer were you where...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon x mc #obey me simeon #obey me fic #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic

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*kicks the front door with all the strength I have*

WAKE UP, CHILDREN. I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU TO PLAY WITH.

Hey there IRIS fans. It's been a while. More than 3 months to be exact. I came once again to offer you my gifts. Behold…..breadcrumbs! :D

Yeah, that's all I have at the moment. I'm sorry.

I was reflecting on the idea of posting things that are more....small? Don't just post finished drawings. Maybe WIPs or, sketches, or in the case above, a doodle! Basically, I don't need to ONLY post finished drawings. Or drawings. Sometimes I can just. Post words, you know. I had the realization about this a while ago when I remembered that I'm on Tumblr. I can post (almost) anything here without limiting myself. Now, will I fulfill this? I don't know. Maybe I'll do that, or I'll just post it when I have a drawing ready to post. I don't promise anything lol.

Anyway, IRIS! I made this little doodle of Goliath while I was out of the house. I only drew his Pre-Explosion version once and it was in that Transmission 3 drawing. As a joke too. So I tried to do something a little more serious. This time…he has a face! I thought it turned out good. I think I found a good way to do his hair too. I decided to color it (and do a light digital lineart over it) to make it more pleasant. Simple, but it looks nice! (I'll leave the normal scribble unedited at the end of the post) Also, I know that in the only art we have of P.E Goliath it doesn't show him with irises and pupils in his eyes. I drew them here because I thought it would be cool.

Next stop is to practice drawing his body. I have to learn how to draw more muscular bodies. Goliath has to live up to his name (and he deserves the muscles tbh)

It goes without saying that I did this after watching the new chapters of Story of Vegala. And speaking of that: i'm gonna be honest with you: I think this is my favorite part of the IRIS story/lore drops posted so far.

It's quite intriguing to see the very story that happened before everything we've seen so far. It's also nice to receive what I've wanted for a while: Tyrant and Fate Lore. It's good to have more information about two characters that we've known (more or less) for a long time now. Especially their origins (broader origins than just *the first beings that walked the Earth* or *beings that came from distant worlds in search of the emblem*)

SOV also makes me excited for other things. Like, obviously, HOAA:R. Releasing soon! December is knocking on the door, you know. But I also really want to see Jaws of Vegala now. And whatever happens in the story that takes place after GT.

So again, SOV is currently my favorite part of the lore, I believe. The anguish of waiting for the next episodes this past week was real.

I'm talking too much once again, SHIT. Yeah, Pre-Explosion Goliath. He deserves the world (He's NOT a monster, he's just BIG and STRONG, and needs a functioning family *cries*)

I don't know when I'll do my next Big Piece related to IRIS. I had something in mind but I lost the will. But I was thinking about doing something related to Solitude for a while. Hold this thought,then. Until then, I'll sketch Tyrant next. Because I like his official design.

Also, here is the unedited scribble:

#iris official #pre-explosion goliath #goliath iris #will ryan originals #heart of an artist: resurrection #iris: story of vegala #heart of an artist #dagames #crookedsmileart #once again apologizing for writing the next chapter of the bible in the desc #it will happen again #tempted to talk about IRIS here because of the new chapters that were recently released #I have thoughts in my head #and I want to communicate with the community #the community is already very very small anyway #it doesn't hurt to try #Man; I can't wait for the epilogue #(This post is being posted after Chapter 10 was released and the epilogue hasn't come out yet)#(just contextualizing)

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lookwhatyoumademedohaha · 2 years

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Alright since I'm fucking heartbroken and exhausted about what they did to Byler and to us, my hurt brain came up with a few ideas you all are free to turn to fics and fix everything.

Five Hargreeves meeting Will Byers. Both of them being sassy little shits. Five taking an immediate liking to Will and has big 'I've had Will Byers for one day but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself' energy. Both of them becoming good friends who go on road trips singing out loudly visiting all the roadside attractions and visit art galleries with big smiles and loud laughs. They get kicked out of some places for being too chaotic and Five being lippy but they are having the time of their lives.

Will making senior citizen jokes about Five. Five rolling his eyes affectionately every time Will mentions he's got a serious coffee addiction and Will having to listen to Five talk about why coffee is the best. So many inside jokes and teasing each other. Five being a maniac and Will being sweet and everyone wonders how they are friends.

Five and Will bonding over their trauma which brings them closer together. Five and Will understanding each other on a deeper level because they know how it feels to be different, grief and loneliness.

Five and Will comforting each other when they have nightmares.

Five appreciating Will every single day. Will letting Five know that he's not alone and that he's not insignificant. Will coming out to Five who is truly happy for him. Though he is cool with it, it really means a lot to him that Will decided to trust him. Five doesn't want to make a big deal out of it but it's Will who has spent his whole life feeling like a second choice, a mistake, worthless so Five plans something to celebrate to show Will that he is loved.

Will and Five drunk dancing together. Five being proud of Will whenever he does anything from finishing a painting to standing up for himself.

Five getting mad at vending machines and Will laughs in amusement at first but then goes to help him out as they both have their snacks together.

Five being protective of Will especially when Mike comes around because if this gibber idiot can't see how special Will is, then he doesn't deserve him. Five ready to throw hands when Mike says something stupid to Will, fuming and mad because no one gets away with treating Will like he's worthless and Will has to physically stop Five from fighting Mike with an axe.

"Will, I'm about to beat this bitch up for treating you like garbage." "FIVE PUT THE AXE DOWN!" "Why does your crazy friend have an axe?" "OH YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, MIKE WHEELER! MY FRIEND IS FUCKING CRAZY AND HE WILL KILL YOU!" "Thanks Will. Make your peace with God Mike -" "Not today, Five. Maybe later." "Fine. But if you're am asshole to Will one more time and I don't care what Will says, I will kill you myself. Do not test me."

Will standing up for Five telling the Hargreeves that they should appreciate Five more because he literally saved them all. Five enjoys this but is surprised and moved. Basically now all the Hargreeves siblings have adopted Will and Five has to fight to get to spend time with his friend.

Five and Will getting into all these adventures. Will possessing Joyce's crazy fierce spirit and Five's absolute badassery make them a dynamic duo to be reckoned with. At the end of the day, they look out for each other and when they get wounded, they take care of each other.

Will and Five bickering like an old married couple. Will is stubborn and so is Five. Both of them have arguments which don't last for long because dammit Will, Five doesn't want to see him sad and Will might be right and dammit Five, you might be right too. Both of them are back together in a matter of minutes and find a way together.

Five isn't really into physical affection but Will is into physical affection. They hold hands, hug each other, ruffle each others hair, hold each other when they are crying or had a nightmare and even random cheek or forehead kisses.

Five: Will, you're a genius! I've got to go! Will: Aren't you forgetting something? Five:.... Um (Kisses Will on the forehead) Will: NO! Pay the bill! Damn, who raised you?

Will and Five calling each other nicknames but also just little things like 'darling' or 'sweetheart' just slips out. They'd be speaking with each other and just call each other those nicknames so naturally and normally that they don't see others smirking or raising eyebrows. (Especially Mike who is confused and jealous of this awesome dynamic)

Five and Will getting drunk together. Five's 'fuck it' attitude has rubbed on Will who doesn't care. When both of them get drunk, chaos ensued and they have a wonderful time together.

Five and Will wanting each other to be happy because they have been hurt and miserable for too long and they both deserve happiness and relaxation and friendship. This means Five and Will trick and treating together. Five dressing up as himself out of retirement to annoy Will who put thought into his costume. But Five has a backup costume which he actually put thought to and they have a good time.

Basically Will and Five being platonic chaotic besties that they both deserve and maybe even more as time goes on. This is how I see them

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mysillyside · 2 months

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Answering asks #1

I just finished answering all the asks I had piled up on my main blog, so imma do the same thing here! The time has come... So basically this post will just be me answering every remaining ask I still had lying around in my inbox on this blog! Enjoy!!!

Adventure Time Related Asks

(in reference to the Fionna and Cake finale)

You see I get what you mean, but for me it's less to do with time and more to do with what they spent the time they had doing. I really don't understand why AT feels the need to shove Shermy and Beth into everything. Also I really don't understand why they thought the best way to make a grown ass 50-something year old man who survived the apocalypse and 1000 years of trauma learn that his relationship wasn't perfect was through a video game. And I really don't understand why the crew thought the best way to showcase this was to literally spell it out to the audience like we are toddlers (especially since F&C is supposed to be for an older audience apparently). I agree with the conclusion, but I really hate how it was executed.

@samhadjblog2 I completely agree with this! I like what the show was going for, again I completely agree with the conclusion it came to, just the way it got to said conclusion was incredebly underwhelming and frustrating for me T_T (also big agree on Simon's main flaw being his insecurities and how passive he was in his relationship with Betty, to a point where he didn't do enough to prevent her from hurting herself)

@wintercandle42 Honestly I'd die for a fic that goes into scenarios I've explored in my own Ice King analysis posts and while I rly appreciate the offer I generally only work with friends or creators I'm already fimilar with! Even so, I rarely collaborate in general T_T. I'm sorry, but ty for offering!

To answer your questions anon and @xfriki26 I've actually recieved a few asks about this on my main blog, you can find my response in this post!

I feel really bad for not answering these asks earlier, because I made ppl who had so much interesting stuff to say/tell me like anon here wait for so long. I'm sorry T_T! In any case, while I didn't intend this AU to parallel the experiences of ppl who deal with DID, I'm really happy to hear you felt seen anon! Even if it wasn't my intention, it's rly cool when ppl find stuff to relate to in art I make :'D

@mossdealer thank you so much!!! I love love love your username btw...

I think transitioning could save her!!!

@earthnicity You have my full permission to roleplay it and write fics abt it etc. XD I honestly don't mind at all! In fact it's welcome!

YOUR MIND ANON YOUR MINDDD. You're onto something...

Miscellaneous Asks

Anon, not to be James "Mr. Plagiarism" Somerton but I'm stealing this. (it's so funny I love that)

Yes!! I love indie animation (indie anything rly)

Obviously I'm fimilar with the big two (The Amazing Digital Circus Helluva Boss) however my favorite indie animated series are actually The Vampair Series, Threnody and ENA !!! Ofc, I also love watching indie short films or other such shorter animations on YouTube (I actually have a playlist of some of my favorite animations/animatics on YouTube if you wanna check that out)

Oh and I'm following the development of One of The Powerful! It's a series made by only one person, and those ones always impress me so hard. (if you are interested the creator recently made a series development blog on Tumblr! @oneofthepowerful)

Honestly, one-man-team type animated series are super cool to me. Sch Ribbit is another artist/animator who made their own series just out of their sheer passion, and he was always a huge inspiration to me growing up! (an example of stuff they'd make is their Jaden Unshaked series. even though it's scrapped and a bit old, I still find it super cool!!)

But yeah I love indie animation!

@the-rumbybagg-cake I don't play Minecraft and I never watched any Minecraft YouTubers! I also rarely watch gaming YouTubers in general, so nope!

Weeeell one of my usernames online is Krejzac (made up word that uses worldplay to fuse Croatian and English, and that basically means crazy person)- so that checks out!

Thank you for asking anon! I've def been doing better lately! Gonna be real, late fall/early winter wasnt the kindest to me (I was sick for a long while and then the seasonal depression hit where I wasn't going outside at all, and till relatively recently I was barely socializing and was just girlrotting in bed all day. A mix of social battery dying out but also generally feeling rly drained), but I do feel a lot better now! I'm getting back on track. Hence why I've finally felt able to answer all the inbox messages lol! But fr ty for asking ;w;!

@kajakay TYSM!! Very kind of you :'D!! Though I mostly post clean sketches on this blog haha, I don't rly post a ton of stuff with lineart XD I think it's rly funny (but also feeds my ego) when ppl say they like my lineart and then point to my clean sketches. Don't get me wrong I love to hear it!! TYSM!!

@cloudbustingss (I assume this ask is refering to this fiasco) Yea you are correct! I know I shouldn't respond to angry randos blowing up at me over nothing, I generally avoid it. I just felt like I needed to in that instance, mostly to make other ppl aware in the fandom that "hey if all it took for this person to blow up and start being transphobic and just generally cruel was a drawing of a GNC cishet couple, they'll likely be even worse if they encounter actual trans art or art made by trans ppl, probably block them if you wanna avoid them doing this to you". But yeah usually I avoid responding to ppl like this, I've been online for long enough to know it's not worth it (I've learned through trail and error XD I used to respond to everything when I was younger. Tbh I'm still learning to control my "I wanna respond to this mean person" impulses but I'm getting better I think!) In any case, I appriciate the advice ty!! ;w;

#📬 askbox

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bosskie · 1 month

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Molluck in Leather

Man, I don't know how long I have been thinking about drawing Molluck in leather but it's probably been over a year... And I just had to draw it now. I started this at night and ruined my sleep rhythm, again... Just had to force myself stop drawing and I finished this later today. It was that leather jacket that took me so many hours... I have no idea how to draw leather, so it was like 'trial and error' like stuff... I wish to draw a proper version of this in colour, so this was a practice sketch thing. I got new colour pencils now since I didn't have proper ones for black paper. I haven't tested them yet but I got plenty of drawing ideas inside my head.

I do call pretty much everything a sketch that ain't rendered in a detailed and 'proper' way. A sketch can take me 5 hours but if I did a full piece out of it, it could take 10-20 hours more, so it probably makes sense why it's a sketch for me. Man, I used to do so detailed line art, shade with doing those little dots, do patterns... I kinda just couldn't stand my line art without much details, though it's still like that... I could give that style a try with fineliners. I wish that I had more time to draw since I kinda don't have time to draw but I wanna draw so badly and it makes me feel better. I basically started to draw this to calm down, gather my thoughts; drawing helps me to clear my mind.

But yes, I have just been thinking that black leather would suit Molluck. I'm not sure about his necklace but I wanted to try it out. I also thought that he could have his chest visible since he got nothing to hide there! I know that there are some flaws still but I tried my best. It felt like I l still earned new thing about Molluck's shapes while drawing this... His head is full of fine details! His expression is pretty random, didn't feel like redoing it. Oh, and now thinking this more, a leather jacket could make sense since maybe there could be some use for the skins of the animals/creatures butchered at his farm.

I don't know if there is more to say. I have been just having so many doubts related to myself and my stuff... I kinda also started drawing this to check if I can (still) really draw... Sometimes, it can just feel like maybe my skills have disappeared, maybe I have forgotten everything, because I don't really trust my own skills, don't even feel like I draw well... Man, mind can be so odd and twist things into so absurd thoughts... But they still feel real, even if I knew that it was just my mind's trick again...

And yeah, I don't feel like submitting anything to that OWI's 'fan celebration' thing since I feel like I got nothing proper to submit, been just doing mainly sketches and I'm not a fan of my 'proper' pieces... My whole blog is 'an Oddworld creation' I could submit but well, just too much stuff for them to check out. I wouldn't also feel good if they did a video about my stuff... I would just love to hear Lorne talking about Molluck but everything else... It just gives me anxiety and my impostor syndrome would bloom...

I just tend to feel embarrassed of my own skills... I have so much to learn, been drawing too little... I drew much more about a decade ago. Only if I had more time but this is a good start already since I barely drew anything last year; I have already drawn more this year! It has been also a big step to finally start using those unused art supplies I have had for so many years... Still got some more recently, like an eraser pencil. It's been very useful, something I really wanted to find! I should try to use some proper graphite pencils and stuff too since I have been doing these pencil sketches with a mechanical pencil and erasers. Just so much stuff to try out, man... I got like two packs of graphite stuff; yeah, should put them in use too...

Oh, and I'm sorry for the quality of these traditional things. Sometimes, I get a better picture but sometimes, it's just terrible... But I try to edit these as well as I can, and yes, sometimes I also like to add some colours digitally or do some fixes.

#molluck #oddworld molluck #molluck the glukkon #oddworld #art like a bosskie

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vaguelyaperson · 2 months

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in other critiques of the ATLA remake, I haven't seen anyone else address this, but

netflix butchered the martial arts of bending

disclaimer: I'm not a martial arts master, but I did have the privilege of taking a year of lessons from a kungfu master. This shifu studied at the Shaolin Temple - the birthplace of kungfu. He taught a mixture of basic kungfu (firebending), sword forms (like Piandao - Sokka's master), tai chi (waterbending), bagua (airbending), and Buddhist philosophy.

After I took those lessons, I developed a renewed appreciation for how the original ATLA represents martial arts through bending. I knew that they had a martial arts consultant to help choreograph (and damn is the choreography good), but it became increasingly clear that canon ATLA also took the philosophy of martial arts seriously. And if my shifu has anything to say about it, it's not kungfu without that philosophy.

... A philosophy that the remake butchered to present a superficial facsimile.

The original ATLA presented a wonderful, applicable nuance of bending: Like martial arts, intense emotion can make you 'stronger,' but it comes at the cost of your control. Raw strength can be a weakness; you can use an enemy's strength against them. The best fights are fought on reserved action. Proper breathing and form are crucial irreplaceable foundations. Or, MOST IMPORTANTLY, like martial arts, it's NOT ABOUT being the strongest fighter, but about self-defense and balance - balance within self, with nature, with others.

The remake said screw that nuance, bending is all about tapping into intense emotion. Raw strength is everything. Big, flashy attacks and powerful punches look the coolest. Everyone's obsessed with being a great warrior.

In other words, in the remake, that wasn't martial arts. That was just intense fighting that vaguely mimicked martial art forms. And given the budget and resources Netflix has, it's insulting that they didn't have or adhere to consultants. Most importantly, given that bending is the literal central aspect of the world, this butchering strips away yet more of ATLA's heart and soul.

I understand that they couldn't train the actors to master the respective martial arts of their element (and from what I saw of their forms, it's clear these kids at least learned and did their best to apply the basics; I did appreciate Gordon Cormier's focused finishing of airbending forms, that was on point), but the show's philosophical presentation of bending could've made up for that.

Which it didn't. At all. It did worse.

Episode one, remake Aang explained the importance of 'balance and energy' to help Katara make a waterball (something she already knew how to do before meeting him in canon, but sure yeah, misogyny is solved cause Sokka is no longer sexist), but... his explanation... sounded like the end result of a telephone game. It was utter gibberish. I could not follow what the fuck he was saying at all. 'Balance and energy' aren't magical terms - there's very real physical and mental intent, which you must train, in ensuring you have that balance and proper flow of energy (which I'll expand on below.)

Whereas in the original, Uncle Iroh's explanation of bending in the first episode was wonderful. 'Firebending comes from breath, not muscles' has real world equivalent to martial arts. Meditation is meant to train breathing, as well as calm the mind. Overt reliance on muscle (or worse, specific muscles) is a deterrent to proper martial arts. In fact, everything Uncle Iroh taught about bending was clear, well-understood, and had legitimate parallels to actual martial arts. He was an incredible foil to Zuko, an angry amateur.

Canon Zuko's firebending (at least in season 1) sucked for a reason - and the nuance displayed so much respect for the discipline of martial arts. He only seemed capable of basic forms (like forms I learned in the first month of kungfu) and maybe a few cool kicks. His breathing was TERRIBLE (you should not have to huff and grunt when doing basic kungfu forms). His balance was demonstratively bad, given how easily he kept getting knocked over. When Iroh insisted that Zuko master the basics first, it was cause Zuko legitimately still sucked at the basics. His anger and strength were poor crutches.

There's a reason that Aang had an entire character arc to master the emotions of the Avatar State, that Zuko had to learn how to firebend without anger. I can now confirm from experience that anger and reliance on raw strength makes you imbalanced and inflexible!!! It also tires you out faster.

Real balance and energy explanation: In real life, the flow of chi is facilitated by proper form, which REQUIRES meditative practice to master; correct rooted stance, arms-torso-legs aligned to maximize full-body strength, a calm focused mind. Shifu was particular about every detail of our forms down to how our feet were angled and our thumbs placed. We practiced those forms again and again and again. My most powerful hits were ALWAYS because I was focused and my form was on point.

Remember, I had only a year of lessons. Even with basic training, the actors could've EASILY demonstrated everything discussed - if the show's narrative presented it correctly.

But nope. Katara was outright encouraged to base her bending on emotions, instead of emphasizing the necessity of practice and a teacher to demonstrate proper form. The Kyoshi Warriors mostly just grunted through hard punches and threw their fans around, rather than utilizing stealth and their opponent's body mechanics against them. Azula leveled up her firebending just because she was upset at her dad (can the remake stop making men the catalyst of female characters unlocking abilities??), not because how - in canon - Azula is a precise, self-controlled person, which allows her to channel such a dangerous erratic element like lightning.

Everything in the remake was based on emotion and strength! It full on flipped the script!

It was insulting. All of it was so insulting.

I fell in love with martial arts as a child because of ATLA. I took the opportunity to learn from that Shaolin shifu because of ATLA. So I especially felt betrayed by the bastardization of the bending. How could you strip such an essential part of the worldbuilding? It's just not ATLA anymore.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #netflix atla #atla remake #critique #random white weeb yells at clouds

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heartshapedbubble · 2 years

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Hello again! I requested the spring heated wine headcannons! I wanted to request another luchino fic/headcannon but something angsty if you're comfortable ^^

I just love angst lol -🍄

oh my god i was supposed to finish this yesterday but i literally got lost ?? and spent like an hour walking outside in the rain without an umbrella and my phone on 1% until i found my way back but um anyways hi im back and i hope this fic is good enough anon🤲 sorry for the wait

the person i once knew, a luchino diruse oneshot🦎

art creds: @/micro_menbow on twt

not proofread woo!!!, cw: mentions of blood and syringes/injections/needles, this one is kinda cringe tbh i hope its good enough anon, reader's gender not specified, a little less italian pet names than usual, luchino is a cocky little shit and i love him, yet another fic i did in samsung notes yas slay, the formatting is weird but im too lazy to fix it so uhh yet another slay i guess?

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"Looks pretty charming, right?" The brunette man was beaming with excitement.

You two just arrived at the small, fishing village, where you were appointed to do some research on reptiles. The shack that was supposed to be your shelter for the week wasn't in the best condition - the roof had a couple holes in it and some of the windows were broken, but it was clear that it didn't matter to Luchino, your research partner. As he was excitedly inspecting the shack, the combination of damp air and annoying mosquitoes left you exhausted to the point you laid down onto your luggage to catch a breath.

"Well, if you call that ruin charming, I guess our research will be done in no time." You laughed. "Phew. As if housing is the most important thing about our mission!" You rolled your eyes - he put on the oh-so-high-and-mighty voice again. "This is a great opportunity to explore and find new species. Just look at the conditions! Perfect for finding various reptiles and snakes."

"Okay, okay, ramble all you want, but first, let's go inside and set everything up." You knew that once you start an argument with him, it never ends. But as much as he annoyed you with his stubbornness, it definetly was a valuable trait for his profession.

As you clacked with various bottles and equipment, you saw him already putting on his coat and gloves and preparing himself to head outside.

"But, Luchino, you barely ate today, you can't just go outside like that! I know you're excited but-"

It was obvious he wasn't listening. "Yeah, okay, I'm just going to go outside and check the surroundings! No exploring or anything." He basically rushed out of the house. Not much could be done except roll your eyes - but, oh well, it gave you enough time to prepare your microscopes and books.

A few hours passed. You already did a big part of the job - took notes about your previous researches, set up the petri dishes, labeled various sample bags and what not. There was so much to be done and it occupied you to the point you just forgot that Luchino even left. Him sprinting into the house took away the peace you just got to enjoy. He was ecstatic, his eyes twinkling and him doing weird hand motions.

"Okay, ___, you won't believe what happened! I ran into the university colleagues, who happened to be on vacation a couple of miles away from the village, and they told me they have something that might help our research, a snake actually, and that it might be the rarest and most fascinating specimen we-" He spoke so quickly you barely understood him and ran out of breath.

"Oookay. Now slow down and try again - what happened?"

"Our colleagues offered to give us a snake - no, lizard - they think might help our research a lot, they said that it's not like any other species we researched before"

"Give it to us? No payment or anything?"

"Nope. Not a cent."

The new situation made you think. It all just sounded too good to be true. And you knew that said colleagues were not the most generous people, so what led them to such an offer?

"I... don't know. Something smells fishy there. I'd recommend you being extra careful."

"So you're in?"

"I mean, I guess, but-"

"Alright! Perfect! I'll get it tommorrow then."

He headed straight to bed, not even willing to drink some tea with you.

"And the surroundings, Luchino? You said you'd check them ou-" "They're fine! Just a regular lake or swamp area. Nothing special." He turned his face towards the wall and covered himself up with the blanket. You sighed - the situation occupied his brain and now nothing was on his mind except it. It was a common occurence and something you constantly scolded him for in the university's laboratories, but this time it worried you more than usual.

You tried to shake off your anxiety. I mean, it's just some weird snake, apparently, It can't be that bad....

Can it?

the next morning

You stabbed your dry, canned food with a fork. You couldn't decide if it was the weird flavour or the whole reptile situation that took away your appetite. Luchino said that he'd be back in an hour, but it seemed like years and years have passed. "Maybe for the better", you thought to yourself. The dizziness and nausea that your anxiety caused you were already present and it wasn't just something you could shrug off as usual.

"I have it!" The sudden scream shook you out of your trance as Luchino burst through the door yet again, holding the little cage like it was a trophy of sorts. He gently put it on the table as you tried to get a peek of the creature that hid inside it.

Your anxiety was put aside as curiosity won over.

He grabbed a key from his pocket and nervously opened the cage. A small snake crawled out of it - no, a lizard? You leaned in to get a closer look. The little animal had the body of a snake, but the scales were unusually big and tough. It also had something that looked like small limbs growing out of it.

"What the hell did you bring here? What kind of peculiar animal is this?"

"Good question! I have no idea." He gently opened his fist in front of the animal as it crawled onto his palm, his fingers gently petting the scaled surface. "But, this little guy sure is something. Apparently he grows limbs and other parts of his body, not just the tail. When i picked him up, he was just a snake - but look at him now! His legs are growing already." He picked up his notebook and the quill and started sketching the snake-lizard on the first empty page he opened. "Even if we don't know what he is exactly, he's certainly helping us out during our research. Actually, I'm pretty sure we're at an advantage over everyone else right now!" The little creature gently rubbed its head against his arm, as if it just understood what he said.

"Ah, well, I guess you'll be so occupied with it to the point I won't be needed to complete the work?" You rolled your eyes. Luchino and you were always bickering at work and always wanted to do things by themselves, but you couldn't ever say you hated him. In fact, you cared for him, a lot. He was someone you used to look up to before you applied for your job, and he still is, even though you hate to admit it. Even with his (sometimes) unbearable attitude, he was a very charming man, in his own peculiar way.

"Oh, no, your help will definetly be needed! And well appreciated, too. I'll just... take care of the little guy." The animal was back in its cage. "Now, go to sleep, ___, I could bet you're very tired already."

the next morning

"Morning, ___."

Luchino's voice made you turn your head. He was standing at the door yet again.

"Oh, hey, Luchino. Let me guess, you went out again without me, right? And probably did most of the job again?"

"Well, I didn't want you wake you up or anything.."

You suddenly noticed his weird mannerisms. He was hiding his arm behind his back, and the cage wasn't easily visible either. His expression didn't help him much anyway, since he looked like he just bit into a lemon.

"Luchino, could you show me the reptile again?" You mumbled, waiting for the response. You wanted to bait out as much information as possible.

The man just sighed and sat down next to you.

"Well, here's the thing."

He placed the cage on the desk. It was empty, and the lock was hanging loose on the side.

"How? Where? Did you lose it?"

"In a way, yes. I decided to go out with the little fellow, you know, to see how he reacts to the habitat and to see what exactly he eats, but when I let him out of the cage and went to set up the sample bags, he..."

He then showed you the arm he has been hiding since he entered. The pale skin of his wrist has been penetrated by the animal's fangs, leaving a sickly green color around the wound.

"Oh god, are you okay? Is it venomous? I may have a bottle of antidote laying around somewhere.." you mumbled as you grabbed his wrist to get a closer look. You traced your fingers over it, causing the man to shiver.

"I doubt so. I... actually never got bit by a snake or any reptile since I was always cautious around them, but it seems like I was too carefree this time..."

"The animal escaped, right?"

"Yep. Ran away right after the bite. Guess we can forget about being at an advantage."

Damn it! The chance you two had slipped right out of your hands. "Ugh. Well, it seems like we'll have to resort to basic research." You knew it was too good to be true. While rummaging through your medicine kit, you found some bandages, and gently wrapped them around Luchino's wrist.

"Here. It's all I have. At this point you can just pray that it's not venomous"

"Thank you."

You stood up, heading towards the cupboard where you stored various serums and other concoctions. Some bottles spilled over and created a sticky, intoxicating mixture that was pouring down the wooden door of the cupboard.

Your partner drummed the desk with his fingers, seemingly lost in thought.

"Did you know that he didn't have fangs when I first got him?"

The question snapped you out of your little chore.

"What?"

"The animal grew fangs today in the morning. I had no idea how, since yesterday he barely had them."

"Well, they weren't lying when they said that it's a very interesting specimen.."

"Truly. A wonder of evolution, if you will..."

three days later

If you could go back, you'd probably bite your tongue over what you thought about Luchino. Looking back at it, you were a bit ashamed of it... especially considering he hasn't been around recently. It was incredibly lonely, to say the least. He woke up before you, and arrived back to the shack when you were already long asleep. He didn't eat, didn't talk to you, yet you always woke up with a cup of coffee on the table and your desk tidied up for work.

However, you thought of a plan. You knew he'd probably hate your guts for it, and that taking in that much caffeine would probably keep you awake for the following 3 days, but your curiosity was stronger than your morals. What could he possibly be doing?

You were on your sixth cup of coffee, your heart beating like crazy while you were curled up in your bed, waiting for Luchino to arrive.

Almost as if you manifested him, he appeared, gently locking the door after entering. The lantern sitting near the door wasn't enough to fully illuminate his slender figure. He slowly went into the working room, sitting by the desk and slowly shutting the door. You waited for some time before getting up.

Since the keyhole was stuffed with cotton, you pressed your ear against the rotting wooden door, trying to make out the words he mumbled.

"Scales...Need...More venom...Experimental...."

It was a horrible idea, really, but you slowly opened the door a bit, praying to whatever gods out there that it doesn't creak.

You had to look twice to reassure yourself that yes, you're indeed seeing what you think you are - parts of Luchino's skin were covered in tough, green scales, his shirt torn in the front to reveal his bare, scale-covered chest. He wore an eyepatch above his eye, but you could make out some green blotches hiding behind it. The syringe he was holding was full of green liquid with honey-like consistency. You gulped watching him precisely aim the vein with the needle, injecting the thick mixture into his bloodstream. The eye bags under his eyes were not something easily ignored, but they definetly didn't take away the smug grin he had on his face. His disheveled, tired appearance and the way he maneuvered with the syringe made him look like some lunatic.

"Luchino...?"

Your whisper was enough to kick him out of his trance, his eyes opening wide upon seeing you.

"___! What..are you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I propose a better question - What the hell is happening to you?" You approached him and tapped the exposed scales, the rough surface scratching your fingertips.

He only chuckled in response.

"Well, my dear ___, we might be reptile-less, but now, we have something much better...", he said as he victoriously raised his scaled arm, showing it off. You also saw black claws replacing his nails, making his hands look predator-like.

"And by that you mean?"

"We have me."

"I... still have no idea what's going on."

He propped himself up and put his legs on the table. "Well, after the bite, I managed to suck out most of the venom", he spoke as he spinned the syringe between his fingers as if it was a majorette's baton, "but I noticed some very...interesting side effects from the bite, such as those scales you see on my body right now. This might be the best thing to happen - as much as I was concerned at first, this is a miracle! Using me as a test subject, we could potentionally evolve the human race to have bulletproof skin or something!" He didn't seem to care about your concerned expression. This all seemed so insane, so inhuman that you started shaking and couldn't withold yourself anymore.

"Do you even hear yourself when you speak? You're batshit insane, Luchino! This transformation you're enduring is nothing natural, in fact, I'm 100% sure it was caused by some form of witchcraft! I know it's inevitable but please! Stop making the problem even bigger!" You unleashed your anger upon him, waving your hands around as you felt your face heat up. Luchino looked at you unphased as he waved the injection around.

"You're making such a big deal out of all this, amore. I know you are concerned, but please, trust me on this one. I might look different, but I'm the same old Luchino, trust me." He said with a soft voice, you could even say he said it mockingly. As he glared at you he carelessly aimed the needle at his vein yet again without even looking, the liquid pulsing as he pushed the plunger. You felt nauseous just looking at him parade with the venomous substance, let alone injecting it.

"God, you have always been so stubborn... ugh, okay, fine, I'll let you be, but stop with the fucking pet names, damn! Where did you even get those from..." He just smiled at your little angry fit.

a week later

It was about time you two presented your work - you luckily managed to stop Luchino from handing in the notes he made about the changes on his body though. The university decided to hold a small banquet in order to celebrate the successful researches.

Luchino sat beside you by the dining table, your concealer hiding the scaly skin, and bandages covering what the concealer couldn't. He was visibly nervous, and to be honest, you weren't really calm either. You could see him discreetly pull out the syringe again from under the table.

"Put it down! At least wait until the banquet ends", you hissed at him as you smacked his hand. "Okay, jeez, it's not like anyone would notice..." he groaned as he put it back in his pocket.

Suddenly he stood up. "I'm going to go outside, I desperately need some fresh air", he mumbled to himself. You tagged along with him.

He picked up the syringe yet again and injected it, his nervousness seemingly disappearing as he sighed out of relaxation. You zoned out, staring at the rain that soaked the nearby park and washing all the vibrant colors off for a short while.

"I also wanted to thank you for your work", he suddenly murmured, "sorry for getting preoccupied with my own research. That was selfish of me."

Your glared at him, suddenly mellowing out - from your two years of knowing him, one thing you were sure about was that he wasn't the type to shower everyone with praise.

"Oh... you're welcome", you stumbled over your own words, stuttering as you felt your face turn red, "...but I mean, you provided me with coffee everyday, and tidied up my desk and everything, so I mean, all those succesful researches were also thanks to your care-"

"That's nothing compared to your work, compagno" he grinned as he stood up straight. "I knew you were the right one."

"Wait, what?

"Oh, you don't know how the headmaster set up the research teams?"

"No??"

"Oh well. Basically, I was the one who asked him to pair me with you."

"What?!"

You were red in the face, staring at him. He just curiously tilted his head.

"But... why?"

"I wanted to use the time we'd have during our research to bond with you. I admire your work a lot, even though we constantly bicker. Sadly, the situation was unexpected, as you know. Sorry for being so selfish."

He took one step further, and now he was standing right in front of you. You never really noticed the height difference between you two, but god, was it prominent now that you looked at it.

"I... really like you, ___."

His hand gently grabbed your cheek, carressing it. His claws slowly scratched your face, but it didn't matter.

"Woah... did it hurt your dignity to finally admit this?"

"Oh god, shut up."

You laughed.

"The feeling is mutual, Luchino."

He bit his lip.

"So, does that mean that I can...?"

"Go ahead."

He gently tilted your head with his cold hand, softly pressing his lips against yours.

The warmth of his lips was everything to you. No matter his scales, his claws, low body temperature and all the inhuman traits now present, the hot sensation that unfolded once he kissed you reminded you of how human he was. You lost yourself in the moment, slowly reaching for his hair and playing with it as he put his other hand on your back.

"I love you too, Luchino."

two weeks later

Perhaps this was the happiest you've ever felt in a long time - your relationship with Luchino was blossoming, and your chemistry improving with every second you two spent together. The usual bickering also wasn't as common - who would have thought?

It was almost midnight, and you were patiently waiting in front of your beloved's door. He said he'd pick you up in a minute, but it has been over half an hour without a trace of him - you started biting your nails out of anxiety, contemplating if you should enter his home. You didn't know if he lived with anyone, either.

"Luchi?" You quietly called him, knowing that it was in vain. You picked up the courage to knock one, two times, and the third time was seemingly a charm.

"Amore, I... please, go home. I'm sorry. I think we should put off our date for now." His voice sounded strained, almost like he was in great pain. You didn't let it slip, knowing something was up.

"Stay put. Is everything okay?" you mumbled as you decided to push the door. It was unlocked, and all lights in the house have been turned off. Everything was veiled by darkness, except the pale blue moonlight illuminating the corners through the open windows.

You anxiously stepped in, the floorboards creaking with every step you made. The volume of his voice indicated that he was in his workroom, in the corner of it. Suddenly, you heard a loud crack coming from beneath your feet.

"Scales?"

You were right. A thin silk-like fold of shedded skin was lying on the floor. The moonlight beam shining on it made it glisten like a polished diamond. As you glanced at the skin, you noticed more of it laying around the floor, all seemingly leading to Luchino. This wasn't good.

You cautiously continued walking, avoiding the scales dragged around the house. Finally, you found yourself in front of your partner's door. His muted groans behind the door worried you even more.

You gently opened the door, not prepared for the sight.

He was laying on the floor, his body seemingly semi-paralyzed as his shaky arm covered his face.

"Tesoro, please, stay away before I hurt you, please, for your own safety..."

You slowly approached him, gently moving the arm away from his face.

He had a painful grimace on his face, his head shaking as his other eye turned into a reptile's, the tough scales tightening the surrounding flesh. He pushed himself away from you with his hand. Droplets of cold sweat poured down from his forehead to his chin.

"You... shouldn't see me like this. Go away, please, leave me!" His cries were interrupted by another layer of scales growing out of his body. You could hear him whimper as blood started staining his shirt.

You wanted to run, wanted to help him, but you couldn't. You froze, your legs paralyzing and your jaw dropping. You could only watch him cry in agony as he squirmed with each transformation. He was helpless, and there was nothing that you could do for him.

"Luchino?" You finally mustered out a word, waking up from your frozen state.

It was funny, and you knew it. The creature standing in front of you was no longer the Luchino you knew. Its eyes were deprived of your beloved's usual curiousity - instead, all you could see was bloodlust. The lizard-like monster hissed, slowly approaching you. You tried to run, escape to save your life - but it was faster than you. His hand gripped your waist, the claws stabbing into your skin and drawing blood, making you scream. There was no escape.

You tried to squirm from the tight grip he held you in - you even tried to bite him. All your attempts to escape were interrupted by a rusted blade stabbing into your abdomen, paralyzing you. Trying to speak through the sea of blood building up in your mouth, aching and writhing while the pain was becoming unbearable, you let out your pathetic last words:

"Please...let me die a painless death."

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So, it is the last day of the year... Let's reflect, shall we... You probably all know what happened at the end of last year. My husband got sick, I brought him to the hospital thinking it is an easy fix and then he was basically dying with sepsis. So yeah, that was... not great. Especially with all the complications that arose. He is home now, but he is not healthy yet. We have at least one surgery left and it will happen in January and then I hope he can finally go into rehab for good. The good news are, he is getting better and better at home, he even can stand for a few seconds, so I am positive a proper rehab can be done towards the end. He will be disabled for a good while though. Anyway, this year has been a challenge, both emotionally and physically, because I was suddenly alone and had to handle things that my husband normally does. I kinda realized I am stronger than I look then because carrying two sixpacks of 1,5 l water bottles was impossible for me once. It isn't anymore. I tried being creative when I found time, but I had to admit to myself that it isn't happening somewhen in Summer, so I went on hiatus, only writing when I truly had nothing else to do and going on a complete art hiatus. I miss it though. I want to write and draw regularly again, but there are still too many things in my mind. Mainly the stuff with my driver's licence because for some reason me running to my husband in hospital while in distress and accidentally damaging a car while parking which I didn't even notice is a warrant to punish me really really hard. I am still salty about that, yes! So how did I cope? Easily with indulging myself in video games: Let me put that under the cut:

When the thing with my husband first happened I barely was able to do anything. I was mostly cleaning and tidying up the apartment and then watch videos on Youtube because if I broke out in tears during this it was easy to pause and blow my nose. It took a few days and my husband getting better so that I could try and do other stuff again. And I really really indulged myself into Pokémon Scarlet. The games were pretty fresh during that time and I played them a little but not much, but now... I was hooked. I had days off work and if I wasn't visiting my husband, I would sit in front of my Switch and play Pokémon Scarlet and my god, did I love it! The story, the characters, the open world, the music... yes they are technical not well programmed, but I did never mind because that game gave me a peace of mind. Even after I finished the story I sat there each evening doing the Tera Raids. I love the Tera raids. Gen. 9 games are easily my favourite Pokémon games since Gen. 4 and funnily enough, when Gen. 4 came out I also had a hard time in my life, so I guess Pokémon is like my therapy game now... But of course I wasn't playing Pokémon the whole year. After I was done with it, I decided to finally finish Darkest Dungeon with a little help of one of my Discord servers. I pretty much only had the Darkest Dungeon left, but it takes a while because a group that went into it will never enter it again, so you basically have to level up four teams for each quest and that only if you don't fail it. Anyway, I had the game on hiatus for a whole year, so it felt good to finally finish it. And then I was like "Oh, I remember Anno 1800. I bought the History version a while ago but never played it. Let's do it." I then installed the game and was like "Hmmm, maybe I should get the other DLCs as well?" and they were on sale so I just got the last pack and started Anno 1800 with all DLCs activated.

And I got hooked for the first part of 2023. God, I played this game a lot. I also streamed it to friends so they could indulge in the towns that are being build up. Me and my friend Panda called it the "Autism game" because it basically is like building up your own miniature model town, only that everything is alive and moves around. The game however, can get overwhelming, especially with all DLCs, so I wasn't able to play it lately. I want to come back to it though. I also got myself into the Cooking Mama games when I was depressed and browsed Amazon for used DS games to see if I can get some nice deals. I bought the first Cooking Mama, tried it and was hooked. After a while I decided to buy the rest of the series and had five games to play for my DS and 3DS. I finished them all and they were a really good time. They also renewed my interest in trying new recipes at home, but that has to wait until my husband is better. And then I downloaded Final Fantasy 14, in an attempt to connect better to my husband because he played this game a lot before he became sick. I quickly got hooked, mostly because of the music. I upgraded to the full game even before I finished Heavensward (which is included in the free trial) and am currently at Endwalker and wow, just wow! There are flaws of course, but this story has been a roller coaster and I really have fun with the group content like the dungeons and the alliance raids and stuff! I hope my husband can go back to his character soon (his hands bother him still so he doesn't want to play) so we can play together. And that after I was like "Nah, after WoW I will never play a MMO again." Whoops... Speaking of Final Fantasy, in February TheatRhythm Final Bar Line released and I played the shit out of that game! I love the FF music, I love rhythm games, it is a match made in heaven. I even tried my hand on the supreme scores and they are truly super duper hard! Could only clear them with a full healer team, but playing them also meant that ultimate felt easy... I also played a charming indie game named Ato at the start of the year. It is basically a Metroidvania bossrush, but a really really good one with hidden lore you can find in the world. The final boss had me in tears and the music was so so good! I wholeheartedly recommend this game. It isn't super long either, you can finish that game in eight to ten hours depending on your skill.

In summer there released the new Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons games, but I kinda wasn't hooked with them. I will probably play them more once my husband is better. Instead, however, I got hooked by Rune Factory 3. I bought both 3 and 4 Special Edition for my Switch and decided to play 3 for and this game is so charming and I love the characters a lot and the gameplay loop is fun and ugh, why didn't I play these games sooner?! Yeah, I played RF3 a lot and I still have to finish it, but my husband mostly has the Switch at the moment and he deserves it after being away for a whole year ^^ Speaking of the Switch, Metroid Prime Remastered! My birthday gift for myself. The game is as fantastic as ever and even though I didn't 100 % it, I got a lot of the items and then beat the final boss. And speaking of big Nintendo IPs, Zelda Tears of the Kingdom. Like BotW it needed a while to grip me, but once it did, I was fascinated! I still have to finish it however, it is a big game and it will keep me busy for a while longer. Now it is the end of the year. I am still busy with FF14 and Zelda ToTK. Pokémon DLC released and I wanna play that. And I bought Lies of P for my PS5 and love it so far! I am updating you guys about Lies of P regularly and sometimes about FF14 and Zelda. Also, I decided to use my Steamdeck more, so I play a dungeon crawler named Silent Hope on it (from the Story of Seasons developers, that got me interested) and I started a cozy game named Potion Permit. Of course I threw my Laurence into it. Feels fitting for him to be a chemist xD What will the new year bring? Hopefully my husband will be better and will be able to walk again. Other than that, I hope that I keep my licence. And then... I just hope that I can continue being creative and if not... I keep playing my games.

#little's end of the year rambles

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