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nightfallsolace · 2 years

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Hi can you do Andrew, Luca and Mike reacting to their s/o being a drummer and they play heavy metal songs?

MUAHAHAHA I've been getting so many requests, it's absolutely amazing, I've now learned and researched on e v e r y idv characters including backstory, lore, and facts, so ask away!! <33

THIS IS LONG sorry i got carried away, i love them sm,

TW!! Cursing

Identity V Characters reacting to their s/o being a drummer that plays heavy metal songs

Andrew Kriess

-OK SO LIKE, i think Andrew would be the type of guy who listens to calming music, like lo-fi or ambient music,

-he never really considered listening to heavy metal, he had heard of the name, but never actually its song,

-that is until, you somehow managed to have a whole fucking drum set in match,

-it was LOUD, you had played War Ensemble by slayer,

-Andrew had been shocked by the sudden volume of the music which made him mess up a calibration, but it was fine since you still had the hunter stunned

-You guys ended up in a 4 man win

-what you had did in the match spread like wild fire among the survivors and hunters

-AND HOLY FUCK did you become the center of attention, mostly about the whole drum thing, on how it was even logically possible, but others asked on the music,

-You spend the entire rest of the day explaining to everyone on how you had done such an act

-(Don't you dare ask me for an explanation on how I don't know either its just game logic)

-After all of it you were e x s a u s t h e d so you went over to the kitchen to make yourself a strong black coffee with extra sugar, and went outside in the garden,

-you found Andrew there sitting on a bench by the flowers, and you approached him,

-The two of you sat in an comfortable silence, until you decided to initiated a conversation that is,

-you had asked him about what he did, and the details about him, he was hesitant to answer at first, but slowly began to open up,

-poor bbg thought you were going to call him weird for his profession and looks so he was hesitant to say so :((

-but did you? fuck no, you already thought his fit was rad as fuck and knowing about what his profession is made it even better,

-”Seriously? that's literally so cool!! tell me more”

-he was blushing, his reaction is absolutely adorable <33 the only other person he would talk with these things about were Aesop, so he was glad to have someone else who didn't judge him for it

-Gosh darn i lave this man so much

-In the end of such things a strong friendship bloomed between you two, Andrew had also taken a liking to heavy metal, and you had thought him how to play the guitar, and the two of you would preform songs together, (in private, he’s still shy <33)

Luca Balsa

-You see, i see this man being into rock and heavy metal, so instant vibing,

-He was downed in a match and was about to get ballooned when you started playing

-You were halfway through the song when you noticed that Luca was still there,

-you changed one of the lyrics to "run" and glanced at Luca, hoping he would,

-and thankfully he did, he ran away just as you had finished your song, and it was down to the last chiper,

-you had lost the hunter, and all the chipers were done,

-you were at the back of the map so you sprinted towards the exit, hoping that everyone had already escaped,

-but much to your dismay, you found luca being chased by the hunter,

-you swerved the hunters attention away from luca and towards you,

-you saw luca still wasnt running, why the fuck was he not sprinting towards the exit like any normal person would? Yeah sure you might might get chaired but you still could escape trough the dungeon, even if the chances are slim, there was still a chance

-instead, he grabbed you hand and schoked the hunter before wooshing towards the exit

-the two of you escaoed levaing a raging hunter behind

-after the match you wanted to confront the prisoner on why he didnt run, but he got to you first

-"hey why didnt you run asya when the hun-" "HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO HAVE SUCH A LARGE INSTRUMENT CONCELED SO WELL?? WHAT ARE THE MECHANICS? IS IT ELECTRIC? OR DOES IT RELY ON HINGES? TELL ME E V E R Y T H I N G"

-you had explained to him how you manage to have such a large instrument conclude, the mechanics, and how it was made, (NO ONE ASK ME HOW)

-He was fascinated by how it worked, noting down each and every detail on it,

-after explaining about your instrument, he had asked about what genre of music it was, and everything about it, which you happily answered,

-you told him everything from the music, how its classified as "heavy metal" the style, the history, the famous singers and bands, everything

-by the end of it all, he was in-love (with what exactly? ;)))

-Achievement Unlocked: Rookie Recruiter

-Punk Luca omg <33 (drawing this)

-Trough the power of Monster energy drinks and ear-raping music, the two of you formed a strong bond

-and sexual tension

Mike Morton

-He was walking past your room when he heard music playing

-curious, he peeked over the crack of the door, slowly opening it to get a better view,

-he stayed there the whole time listening

-when you finnaly finished you screamed with joy, you had been practicing that song for so long, and yoy finally perfected it,

-you trew your stuff around screaming with joy,

-clapping came from you door, and you looked to see the acrobat, Mike Morton standing there

-you shrieked out of suprise “WHY THE FUCK— HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE???”

-He laughed and told you he had been there the whole time,

-your face flushed, “what if i messed up?? Didnt you think about that??

-He simply smiled and said ok, before asking if he gould go in

-you groaned in respond and answered yes,

-hear me out, despit mike being in a circus with all the boisterous music, I think he would enjoy music like, Orchestras and symphonies, but he would be open to other types of music

-he had mostlikely heard rumors abou the “magic drum set” but never reaaly saw it in person

-when he did doe he tought it was some magic trick, like the ones they did in the circus,

-but after the match you had explained it wasnt

-whenever your practicing or making a new song he would be there and listen, making comments and a pick up line evey now and then which would make you mess up

-dont get mad hes just having a bit of fun <33

-he wants to hear everything you play,

-i know i said he'd probably be into like, mozart or some shit but i genuinely think he would experiment with what music he listents to alot,

-if we were talking about a mordern mike he would be on discover weekly on spotify for new songs

-he would in my mind, do tricks to the music, idk why i think i do, i just do,

-helps you alot,

-might be into the aesthetic its a 50/50 chance

-but still, punk mike idk i like it

-you guys would most likely be causualy friends,

-hey maybe even more than that

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diagonal-queen · 9 months

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thungo thursday pt2

ep 6 (put it under a cut because this one is LONG)

fukuchi be like 'the agency couldn't possibly be smart enough to- oh wait nvm i forgot ranpo existed lol' like more than once and i think that is testament to the fact that RANPO BEST BOY

'have you forgotten? we're terrorists' ICONIC BEHAVIOUR

man and i complain about doing one 37 hour work week. after this one week the agency needs to take a NAP. AND THE MAFIA TOO. imagine there's like just no criminal activity or anything for like three days and everyone's like ?? but on day 4 atsushi and akutagawa are fighting to the death at the port and everyone is like 'ah. business as usual' lmaoooo

omg every time the hunting dogs song comes on i get so hyped lmao im like yESSS ACTION

'that man, that demon, the evillest most scawy man ever in the world....etc etc' and its just some guy doing the most coy babygirl pose a guy can possibly do

wait DAZAI WHAT DID YOU DO. HOW DID YOU DO IT

taneda btw deserved none of this he was just some nice old dude and then sigma fucking stabbed him lmao

dazai is like the personification of the perjury mechanic in drv3. 'go on lie. you gotta. lie now. cmon pussy you wont'

OH MY GOD CHUUYA

my god fyozai is so fucking babygirl. also wdym dazai?? if the two of you were the last ones on earth you should just have gay sex. its not that hard smh

oh no dazai falled down through the flore

OH MY GOD MYKOLA AND SIGMA

BESTIE??

BESTIE?????

BESTIE????????????????

BESTIE??????????????????????

dm me if you want to receive a free 2min audio file of me laughing about this (i have a headache from laughing. my throat fucking hurts so bad. i'm pretty sure it's actually bleeding. my eyes are moist with tears. BESTIE???????)

do you even needa ask why i'm here?? ⭐️❤️☺️ *voice drops 6 octaves* i'm here to murder you 👹👹👹

and then after that fyodor was just like 'teehee he's so romantic x' like bro

dazai: *turns to the camera like he's on the office* waow

i love mykola's little laugh it's so silley

omg they're actually animating him so well. bones must've seen the reception from s4 and decided to step it up 💀

dazai and fyodor are simultaneously evil grown men and bimbo highschool girls and it's such a look. 'omg ur friends are so cute <3' 'omg right???' also mykola my beloved i want to be yours forever pls

i love how bram's acting all tough like aya can't just open the casket and leave and render him thoroughly powerless lmao

omg the official anime aya and bram sillies begin. we've been waiting for this for months folks so far so good

it was already pretty funny that aya is carrying bram like a backpack but actually seeing her running with him on her back is like a billion times funnier especially since this shit is life or death. but she just got a whole entire vampire on her back no problem sjhsksjssjhj

sigma: watashi wa shiguma me: fucking superb you funky little toddler

imagine if it was a fucking prank this whole time and mykola just injected them with a slow-working sedative or something that would be so funny. like all of this for nothing sksjksjsjks and then he just stabs fyodor or something the end. boom world save

oh ok nvm the vampires can talk just fine i guess lmao. also i genuinely cant tell if im supposed to be taking this episode seriously or not. one second people are being brutally slaughtered next moment silley little guys??? such is the way of bsd i guess

'you're a failure of a woman' my dude she is literally 10 years old she is nowhere close to being a woman shut your misogynistic ass up lmao

OKAY BECAUSE ok ok listen i was wondering what music they were gonna use for bram and when i heard the ending music i was like 'ok a little anticlimactic but i understand' and then it TRANSITIONED into the ACTUAL ENDING??? 10/10

hehe. bestie

#dia's daydreams #thungo thursday #bungou stray dogs #BESTIE #BESTIE???????????????????#'I MISSED YOU BESTIE'#mykola canonically uses gen z slang #you guys need to make sure to put this in your fanfics now

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my-mt-heart · 6 months

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The way I look at Season Two: Book of Carol is them having her first literally cross half way up the US East Coast with the tiniest bit of information possible. And she was capable of speaking to him on the radio but didn’t get any information to were he was. BUT SOME HOW, She is going to on whim not just end up in the same country, but the same city, and eventually exactly where Daryl is at in said place in Paris. And we are talking no phones, no real maps, no forms of communication smh the bloody Vikings 4 thousand years ago had more intel as far as maps and knowing had to read the stars and the night sky to know exactly where they were located. But upon landing on foreign soil there was no way to communicate or find your brethren that sailed ahead of you. France is HUGE…🤦🏻‍♀️ So let’s suspend all forms of actual realistic notions. And she finds Daryl despite it being the end of the world and they are like the few people left alive and they both just traveled to a massive foreign place( its so silly) course we know that, but why bring them to hell and back again if they aren’t going to finally make them canon. You know what I mean??? Why go through all this effort to reconnect these two just for Carol to be like “ Ohh hey Bestie, Just happened to be in the neighborhood and wanted to give you a Hollar. Ohh is this your new girlfriend and adopted son? Wow well neat, everything looks great here with your new family that you have chosen over your family at home who misses you like dearly. But that’s ok you’re doing great, oh before I head back across half the freakin entire world again for a second time. Thought you would want to know Rick says hi, ohh yea btw he is back now. Him and Michonne both are but you got new life don’t worry I will send them your love. So I am just going to head off on way...Bye ✌🏻️" smfh

The premise is so absurd, if they are GOING THIS FAR TO BRING THEM TOGETHER ON A SCALE THIS SIZE. Its something huge and them going canon and them finally breaking the walls down that have kept them from taking their relationship to the next level and admitting they want more them friendship has to happen. Cause there truly is no other reason to drag Carol on some crazy far fetched journey literally half way across the globe if its not for somethinghuge. We do not need her to show up to kick some major ass and save the day. As awesome as that is, we have already seen it countless time, she truly is the undisputed queen of the apocalypse. A living force of nature that is forever under estimated and every single person on the show by the time it ended was alive cause of something Carol did or sacrificed one way or another....So yea we know she can kick ass but Daryl doesnt need anyone to rescue him...He desperately needs the love of his life to break down her walls and let him in. Something that should of happened a long time ago. And I swear if this upcoming season if they go threw a bunch crazy shit to reunite them and it's just more best friend bullshit I am going to mentally snap 🤬 I know I shouldn't be hopeful after 12 years of disappointment. But I just vant imagine the atory going any other way..

WHAT IS YOUR OPINION AS FAR AS THIS? YOU ARE ALWAYS HAVE SUCH GOOD GROUNDED INSIGHT, AND DEFINITELY A INSIDER VIEW OF WHAT'S HAPPENING,IS IT WORTH EVEN BOTHERING TO GET OUR HOPES UP??? 😞😫

I want Carol to have a hero narrative because she deserves it after getting sidelined in S11, but like you said, getting her happy ending with Daryl is a really important part of her journey. It's the only natural step after traveling across the world to find him, and if that gets ignored or messed up, then what's the point?

I think there are definitely reasons to have hope. The teaser looked good. Melissa knows her character and gets to help shape her story. There are just other cooks in the kitchen whose interests may not align, and it makes me nervous if someone is acting more like a fairy godmother to them than a boss. The power dynamics are really unusual and need to change.

#caryl #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol #twd caryl

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dollarbin · 4 months

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Shakey Sundays #5:

Neil Young and the Shocking Pinks' Everybody's Rockin'

In 1983 Neil Young went bonkers when David Geffen put his foot down... who am I kidding? You all already know this story.

Yes, Neil had left Reprise Records the year beforehand and would forever regret it; yes, he dealt with his young son's inability to speak due to Cerebral Palsy by getting deep into assistive technology; and yes, he then turned that obsession into the primitive prequel to OK Computer that is Trans; yes, that record bombed even though it's actually pretty awesome; and yes, Geffen then rejected Young's next effort, Old Ways 1, and demanded a rock and roll record; and yes, finally, yes, that's why Young complied in the most Shakey possible and made the silliest record of his whole wonderfully silly career: Everybody's Rockin'.

But you didn't visit me on this fine Sunday to read stuff you already knew or can read on Wikipedia. You already know Stephen Stills sucks. You came because anybody who is crazy enough to think that this video was gonna make it big on MTV in 83 is your idea of awesome:

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I have thousands of questions about this video. Did they pay for a real helicopter? Is that where all the wind is coming from or did the desert just happen to be that windy that day? Or did Neil summon his giant Budokan wind machines to the desert? If so, are they still out there? Did Geffen pay for all this? Is he still pissed?

And what's the plot here exactly? I see that Neil gets ditched by the band, fails to ride his large scale toy train, truck and chopper to where they're at, runs to them instead, and then the real helicopter shows up... But then what? Who the hell is in the dude in the chopper and what was he planning to offer them on paper (is it Geffen? But he gave Neil a contract! And then he accepted this record and this silly band after rejecting the previous one! What the hell's happening?) before he changed his fake-mustachioed mind?

But while we are at it, who are the actors Neil hired to be the Shocking Pinks in this thing? Are any of them his actual musicians? If not, did they put this acting gig on their resume?

Finally, back to the plot: do they ever make it out of the desert? Or are they still out there, rockin' away, everyone living in a communal trailer beside the Salton Sea and singing their hearts out to bewildered seagulls?

I have no idea. But the whole thing is so silly that it's outta control awesome; it's Neil at his sloppy, wacky best. Boo-hoo-hoo. Boo-hoo-hoo.

So let's talk about the record.

To begin, everything about Everybody's Rockin' is a joke.

Its length is a joke. At 25 minutes total, the entire record is shorter than the single first song on Psychedelic Pill; when I saw Neil play with the Horse on the Weld Tour in 92 he seemingly spent an equal amount of time in between each song, admiring the band's collective feedback. I imagine he spends way longer each day talking to his newest robot.

And the album's songs are a joke. Look no further than the lyrics to the title track:

When Ronnie and Nancy do the bop on the lawn They're rockin' in the White House all night long. Everybody's rockin'...

Needless to say Ronnie and Nancy did not invite Young the White House in response. Rather, they, respectively, committed war crimes and put the moves on Mr. T.

And the Shocking Pinks are a joke. The great Ben Keith is in the group, along with Tim Drummond, one of the greatest bass players ever, and a host of other pros. But everyone plays the most simplified music of their career with great seriousness, careful not to ruin Neil's joke. Just take a listen to Kinda Fonda Wanda:

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The whole thing makes Dylan's Christmas record sound like Mozart.

Even the "Neil Young" on this record is a joke. Young acknowledges that the whole thing was "like being in a movie". He'd just finished playing the goofiest, nerdiest possible version of himself, Lionel Switch, in his dumpster fire of a film Human Highway. And he clearly wasn't done playing a bumbling dullard:

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Neil knew it all was a joke; after all, he was the one telling it. Years later he commented, "What am I? Stupid? Did people really think I put that out thinking it was the greatest fuckin' thing I'd ever recorded? Obviously I'm aware it's not."

And yet, he dedicated a full year and a half of his life to telling the joke over and over and over. He took the band and his character on tour, foisting it on audiences who'd paid to see Neil shred and play the hits; 17 years after Dylan fought the good fight at Royal Albert Hall and beyond, Neil fought a bizarre, self-created one, and it's impossible to tell to what extent he was giggling or furious.

After the two wonderful music videos flopped he even hired a big deal movie director, Hal Ashby, the guy behind Harold and Maude and Being There, to make an entire scripted film about it all.

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Neil Young: with every new wacko phase, he's like a dog with a bone. A year after Everybody's Rockin' he put body and soul into becoming the bizarro version of Willie Nelson; soon after that he donned Dan Aykroyd glasses and created his own version of The Blues Brothers. As we speak he's probably writing a Space Opera or converting water into wine, all while cackling madly.

If Neil's life is a movie, then he's forever hijacking his own script; and the sillier it gets the more fun we all have. With Shakey, Everybody's Always Rockin'.

#Vimeo #neil young #the shocking pinks #hal ashby #ben keith #stephen stills still sucks #dan aykroyd #dylan 66 #Youtube

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madaboutmunson · 2 years

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Creep - Part 10 of 12 - Just What I Needed

Party......ripples....hooded figures...Connie's ring..the coldness of the floor...lights.... sirens..... blanket

It's a remastered re-run, but your brain decides to give you an after-credits scene.

It's almost entirely black, but then flash, flash, flash of some kind of light source, not the colourful lights of a cop car, just little beams whizzing past you, intermittently being interrupted by shadows.

Trees....the shadows are trees...why were they moving like that? It is only then that you realise you are running, running for your life, from something or someone.

You stumble over a tree root, and your leg hurts like hell, but you bite down onto your hand rather than scream out. You notice a familiar shadow in the distance, its skull rock. You painfully pull yourself back up and charge towards it. Sliding underneath and forcing yourself into the tiniest gap possible, you're gripping tightly to something. You feel the soft texture under your fingers. It's the blanket!

Back to the darkness now as you squeeze your eyes shut tight, praying whatever it is doesn't find out. You hear footsteps come towards you and a voice, "...so I said to her that the 70s called and wanted their hair back. Ah, here we are." Two shadows enter the frame. One jumps back as it notices you. You put your hands up, trembling. You put a finger to your lips and urge them to be quiet whilst you frantically look around for your pursuer.

"Hey, are you ok? Do you need some help?" A beam of light is aimed at you, "Ho.....ly shit, what the hell happened to you?" You just keep shaking, trying to shush them, "Is this some kind of prank?" He yells into the woods.

"N-n-no p-p-p-please be quiet. They'll find me. I just want to go h-home please", you beg the shadows in whispers.

"Oh shit, you're for real?" the voice sounds worried now.

"Yeah, I'm honestly not feeling this anymore, Steve", a high-pitched voice squeaks.

"Yeah, me neither", he says, slowly scanning you with his torchlight, "Let's get you out of here."

You sit up into the present. Daylight streams through the window. Eddies old pyjama shirt is clinging to your back with sweat; unfortunately, said shirt had also been clinging to Eddie's arm around you.

"Fuckin' ow, man", he grumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes and opening them slightly, "Are you ok?"

You smile, still catching your breath, and look back at him, "It worked, Eddie. It really worked"

He's way too sleepy for this to make any sense, so he just pouts and tries to coax you back into his arms, which you almost do until you remember the current grossness of your top. You take it off quickly and flop back down into the bed, onto Eddie's arm. He snuggles up to you, but you are way too elated about remembering, so you just decide to talk excitedly at him, "The visualisation stuff, it really worked. Not just the bit you did, it's opened the door to more. I think Steve Harrington got me to safety, and that must have been when the cops showed up, and I had the blanket the whole time. Maybe I thought it might be a good piece of evidence, but then Hopper must know all of this already, right?"

"No, no, shhh....shh... No Steve....No Hoppity...Uh-uh... Nope," he says groggily, his draped arm tapping your side as you stare into the ceiling, overjoyed.

It was finally happening, you could tell Dad and Hopper, and maybe there would be more clues to follow. You wanted to go back to sleep immediately to see if you could remember anything else, but you knew rest wasn't going to happen any time soon.

You feel him tap your side again, move his hand a little and then repeat like he was searching for something, "what the?" he groans. You look down, realising just in time the implications of taking off the sweaty shirt meant no shirt. You rapidly roll over Eddie, grab your own t-shirt from yesterday, and quickly put it on, just in time for him to sit up and see you a little out of breath, yanking down the bottom hem of your t-shirt. You wave awkwardly, "Hi".

He squints at you and around the room, "What just happened here?" He looks around, eyes half open, "Did I miss something?" He points his finger at you circling it like he's trying to spot the difference. He looks at your shirt, the discarded pyjama top, and where you had been lying.

He's suddenly a lot more awake, sits up, clears his throat, raises a knee under the covers that he leans on, and waves you on, "Please continue."

You sit down next to him on the bed to repeat everything excitedly again, but before you grab hold of the sleeping bag, he quickly pushes his palm towards you in a stop motion. His mouth is curved down, lips tightly together, and he's shaking his head in a very obviously 'No' pattern, "Yeah, not a good plan right now, alright? um, yeah maybe...you tell me from over there, ok" he struggles to say, desperately trying to keep his eyes on your face.

You back up and eye him curiously for a second, "You know what, I'm just gonna turn around this way and get dressed, and maybe you could turn around that way and do the same? Then maybe we'll both be a little more comfortable, yeah."

"Uh-huh, yep, yep, yep. That sounds like a perfect plan," Eddie says hurriedly.

With your back to him, you explain over the details of the dream again and your theories whilst getting dressed into yesterday's clothes. He occasionally replies with "Yeah", mixed with many whispered curse words, furious blasphemous phrases, and scurrying around, bumping into things.

After a while, it goes quiet. "So, what do you think? Are you decent? Can I turn around now, or shall I continue talking to this wall?" You ask in a worried tone.

"Yeah, all good now," he says, a little out of breath.

As you turn around, he is propping the side of his face with his hand whilst his elbow leans against the wall for support, "Hi", he says happily, "So sounds like we had a breakthrough. Right? Did you want to try it again?"

"Well, yes and no", you reply, "Yes to the who guided thing again with you, but no to doing it on our own. From what you said, it sounded pretty scary, and honestly, you're helping me, so you know I don't want to pay you back in trauma."

"Ok, well, that's a great idea. Another plus side is another witness, right? Unlikely, Hopper or your folks will take my word for it, right?" You both nod in agreement.

"I'm glad you agree, which is why I think having my parents around next time is a good plan. They've been on my side through all this, so they are probably the people we can trust most."

"You want your parents to sit in here with us?" He waves around his room

You furrow your brow at him, and he nods in realisation, "Oh, not here, but the same process."

You walk over to him and pinch his cheeks playfully, "Did I ever tell you how gosh darn pretty in you are, Eddie" you say, laughing.

He gives a big dopey grin, "You haven't, but you don't have to. I can tell."

"How do you fit all that ego through these doors?"

"Oh, you know, years of practice" he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a small kiss, "So I guess this means we're leaving?"

"You wanna come with me?"

"Duh, of course, but I'm bringing the van this time," he says defiantly. You purse your lips at him as he grabs his keys and grins at you, "Love me, Love my van."

The drive home is another marvellous one. Things were just happening for you right now. Your grades were good, home was improving, obviously just general Eddie, but you remembered some of that locked up past, which was just randomly overwhelming you during the journey home, but overwhelmed with happiness, rather than the usual tsunamis of negativity.

You might actually be able to find Connie, finally, and things could go back to the way they used to be.

You imagine running up to her and squeezing her so tight she might just burst, maybe going to watch Eddie play and introducing her afterwards, both of you in graduation caps.

That last one was a step too far, and your brain tries to drag you the other way. Of course, none of this would ever happen. It's not possible. She's gone.

"Shut up! Shut up!!" You say aloud, turning up the radio to drown it out.

Dad's car was still in the drive. Great, you hadn't missed him. You rush for the door and immediately circle back, having momentarily forgotten to wait for Eddie. The van squeaks to a halt, and you impatiently wave him out of the van, grab his arm and run with him to the door.

You fumble with your keys, trying to get inside as fast as possible, "Jesus H Christ!" You say, unconsciously copying Eddie's frustrated voice. He smiles proudly at his apparent influence. You finally unlock it and get inside.

As you barrel into the house, the delicious smells of breakfast hit you. Dad was at the stove, "Hey honey! Good night?" He calls back without turning around.

You frantically search Eddie for his notebook, like he's being patted down for a crime, just in time for your Dad to turn around. Eddie waves nervously at him, "Hi?"

Your Dad tries to say something, but before he can, you're guiding him to sit at the table and motion Eddie to the stove to monitor the food. They both do as they are told, but neither is very comfortable right now.

You retell everything you can remember from the dream and the guided visualisation, using Eddie's notes as a guide.

After spewing your torrent of information, to a wholly taken aback Dad, you rock in your chair a little, "So what we were thinking is, we could do it again, but for the sake of evidence and Eddie's wellbeing, you and Mom could be there too. What do you think about that?" You have your hands pressed firmly together like you are praying and bring them up to your mouth. Scanning your Dad's face for any response.

He looks at all the papers, rubs his chin and then finally looks up at you, "Are you sure these are memories and not an elaborate story cooked up by someone trying to get you into his bedroom?" Your Dad says, a little tinged with anger.

You shake your head in frustration and thump the table, "Please, Dad, stay focused here." He looks surprised at your reaction.

Eddie is busy assuming his new position of chef and is relocating cooked food to dishes, "If I may, the whole bedroom thing is not as bad as it sounds, and hand on heart, it was absolutely fucking terrifying."

You sharply point your hand at Eddie and stare at your Dad, "See, nothing happened?"

"Nothing?" You Dad says in disbelief

"Well, not nothing", Eddie absently mindedly adds with a tiny laugh.

"EDDIE!" you shout at him, annoyed by all this distraction.

Your Dad almost snaps his own neck to glare at Eddie.

Eddie puts a hand on one hip, "Well...I was just trying to be honest. No secrets and all that. Geez"

Your Dad nods, partially confused that he's now sort of on the same side as someone who spent the night with his daughter, and moves his glare to you, "He's only been here 5 minutes, and he knows the score."

Eddie smiles at you like a younger sibling that just got you in trouble.

You roll your eyes. "Sorry...I mean.... now is not the time for technicalities. Please, just can we concentrate on this"

Eddie brings over and hands out the plates of food. Briefly, your Dad looks disappointed at his plate as his food has now been split three ways. He looks at Eddie, who shrugs back at him.

"So, what do you think?" You ask your Dad again

"I think....what do I think?.... I think we don't include your mother", he says, looking over the notes, "Not after the arcade incident."

"The arcade incident?" Eddie inquires

"Didn't tell you about that?", Your Dad says in a knowing tone because you'd also tried to hide the whole thing from him too. They are just having a discussion between themselves now, like you aren't there. "Beat to within an inch of life, and why, just because Hopper called them in for questioning." your Dad seethes.

Eddie drops the food he's been eating with his hands, looks around at you slowly, and then returns to your Dad.

"Look, that's not important right now. It's all in the past, ok? So we're just gonna-" you try to interrupt them.

Eddie stares at you very seriously. He says quietly and slowly, "Nope. No. I wanna hear this. Who was it?" You see Eddie's ringed hand clench into a fist on the table.

"Those damn jocks and their cronies", your Dad adds furiously.

Eddie shuts his eyes like he's trying to keep his cool, "Of course it was them" he slams his hand against the table, gets up from his seat, walks away and back again.

"Let's all just calm down. This is currently the best...and the legal way I can get them off my case, alright?" You look at each of them in turn, "Do we agree?"

They both begrudgingly nod, then glance at one another and nod again at you. The shared glance makes you worried, so you add, "..and we won't go anything ridiculous to jeopardise the experiment? Right?"

"Right", they both murmur unconvincingly and continue eating.

The mood gradually calms down, and as you go to clear away the plates, your Dad turns to Eddie and asks what it was like from his side of things. Eddie gladly explains, but this time leaves out the motel bed simile, thank god.

"And after all that, you still want to help? You could always show me what to do, and you don't have to see all that if it happens again."

"I absolutely hear what you are saying, sir, but if anything I can do, helps things get better, I want to do it. No one deserves this crap, no one, especially for simply being unable to remember. Besides, I'm a fantastic storyteller...I mean, I'm not saying you aren't, but it's kinda my thing."

There is silence behind you. Worried, you turn around to expect the worst. Instead, you see your Dad grabbing Eddie around the shoulders in a side embrace, planting a kiss on top of his head.

To say Eddie looks shocked is the understatement of the century. You decide to save him, "Guys please, male bonding for another day, alright? Focus." Your Dad laughs, releasing Eddie, slaps him on the back, and Eddie breathes again.

Your Dad gets up and moves to get his hat, "Where are you off to, now?" You complain. You had literally just told them about being focused.

"I'm going to collect your mother. All the trains back have been cancelled", you sigh in frustration, but before you can say anything, he adds, "So maybe you can get this kitchen tidied and prepare a nice meal for when she comes home? Hmmm?"

You roll your eyes at him, "Ok, geez."

"Great! I'll catch you, kids, later," he says as he goes to leave. He takes a step and comes back in, "And for god's sake, take a shower. It smells like Woodstock in here" he closes the door behind him.

"And then there were two," Eddie says

"Indeed, but at least one of said two has to put an apron on and try to cook something that might be remotely edible."

Eddie smiles, "I can amuse myself for a while, don't worry about it."

"You want to stay?" You ask curiously. You'd felt sure he might have needed a break by now and wanted to go home.

He looks at you puzzled, "Yes, of course! A free dinner, I get to try to win over your Mom too this time, I know you aren't on your own, that you're safe, I get to have a snoop around whilst you are busy with all that, and I guess there is the small matter of extra time with you" he grins.

"Well, I'm not complaining. I just thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong" he walks over to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek, "So point me at the TV remote and music, please, and you know, if I can help with anything, let me know."

Much intricate prepping later, and a fresh spaghetti sauce is merrily bubbling away on the stove, you look over to check on Eddie. He's busy with your Walkman.

"Enjoying that, are we?" You say jokingly, the last thing you were listening to was an ancient mix tape you and Connie had made together. It definitely did not contain anything close to metal.

"Oh yeah", he laughs. "I'm learning so much," he says, doing a cheesy dance you might see on the Mickey Mouse Club. Those moves look so bizarre on Eddie, but sweet nevertheless.

He suddenly freezes to the spot, rips off the headphones, removes the tape from the Walkman and slams it into the living room stereo.

You hear the familiar guitar plucking of The Cars. You glance over to Eddie whilst stirring the sauce. He is air strumming along, then suddenly turns, starts singing, imitating the lead singer, and slowly strutting over to you.

'I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time'

Eddie positions himself directly behind you at the stove. You can feel him swaying against you.

''Cause when you're standin' oh so near

I kinda lose my mind'

'It's not the perfume that you wear

It's not the ribbons in your hair'

He takes an exaggerated inhale at your neck and runs his fingers over your hair.

He sings deeply with his chin on your shoulder, right next to your ear.

'And I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time'

You don't know if it's Eddie, this song, or how happy you feel in general, but you move the saucepan off the heat, spin around and decide to join in, singing into your wooden spoon, dancing towards Eddie, like it was your own private rendition of the alternative version of Grease.

'I don't mind you hangin' out

And talkin' in your sleep

It doesn't matter where you've been

As long as it was deep, yeah'

You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and run both your hands down the front of his denim vest, singing,

'You always knew to wear it well and

You look so fancy I can tell'

Both of you sing loudly while you employ some of the dance moves practised by you and Connie.

'And I don't mind you hangin' out

And talkin' in your sleep'

You grab his hand and raise it up high to twirl him around, and he returns the favour, and you dance closely for a few moments.

'I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to feed

I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to bleed'

With two steps, Eddie is standing on the table, performing an air guitar solo for the ages. Of course, you oblige by taking on the role of a screaming fan. You know how corny this display might look to an outsider, but it just felt...right and fun, and there were no outsiders here to spoil it.

Another wave of spontaneity comes, so you decide to join him up there, shoulder to shoulder, facing different directions, shouting out the lyrics as loudly as possible at one another, with Eddie still wailing on his phantom electric guitar. You can't remember the last time you felt this alive and free.

'I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time, time

'Cause when you're standin' oh so near

I kinda lose my mind, yeah

It's not the perfume that you wear

It's not the ribbons in your hair

And I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time'

The music surges, and you leap from the table to the floor, by some miracle, landing perfectly.

Eddie looks round in astonishment and climbs down, never taking his eyes off you, as he bites his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling.

You imitate his strutting from earlier, and once within range, you drape your arms around his neck, plunge your hands into his hair, and kiss him fervently.

'I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to feed

I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to bleed'

The song continues in the background as you come up for air. You are annoyed at having to take a breath right now.

He stumbles backwards a little. You pull him in again for another. One of your hands slides down to his neck, and you gently caress his adam's apple with your thumb, your other hand gripping onto the back of his hair.

You move your head away slightly, your lips almost touching still, "Eddie?"

"Mmmhmm", he says, grinning, looking down at your mouth.

"I think we should take this upstairs"

His eyes find yours, "Are you sure?" He says you can feel his heart pounding against your own.

"Well, if you don't want to...."

He quickly unties your apron, throws it on the table, scoops you up, runs up the stairs with you, launching you onto your bed and kicking the door shut with his heel.

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Some time, several showers and a fresh clothing search later, you head downstairs to get the dinner ready for the return of your parents.

You start plating up as soon as they arrive home, and Eddie helps set the table. Your parents wave a quick hello before they go upstairs to help your Mom unpack.

The tension in-between you right now is palpable, and you really needed to do something about it before your parents came back down here, but you had no clue what to do at all.

You watch him busying himself with the straightness of cutlery in the reflection of the window over the sink. You have no idea what he's thinking right now, which drives you crazy.

Other things driving you crazy, like Beatlemania levels of crazy, internally fan girl screaming crazy, are accidentally making eye contact, brushing against any part of his body in any way, the way he's standing, the way your t-shirt hugs his body, the way his hair looks when it's slightly damp, his rings, his smile, h-

"Hey, Helloooo? Anybody home?" Eddie says quietly, waving his hands around, he is trying to be amusing, but you can also hear an air of concern in his voice, "Is everything ok?"

You turn to him slightly, laughing nervously, "Of course everything is ok. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, because you've hardly said anything since....well," he looks around, "you know upstairs" he tries not to, but his face betrays him, and he smiles broadly, "but you have been watching me in that window for a good 5 minutes now like a piece of meat, which I have to say generally I don't mind" he flounces his hair and flutters his eyelashes at you.

Your insides scream hysterically once more, and your face hopefully remains calm.

Eddie continues, "but right now, I really would like it if you could just talk to me, please, because they are gonna come down here in a sec, and I need you, alright? Also, I think if you clean that pot anymore, you'll wear a hole in it."

You shake your head apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm here. I just ...well...you are very distracting right now, and I'm just trying to do everything in my power to not mess anything up. "

"How could you possibly do that?" He says, rolling his eyes

"Well, I could say the wrong thing, or you know, do something stupid, or you know worse, not be able to control myself Infront of my parents," you said quietly ashamed.

"Ok, ok, well first all of what you said is that not gonna happen, ok? Second, that brain of yours really needs to let you just have fun sometimes and should pipe down!" He acts out scolding your brain and tucks his arms around his body, "but most interestingly, what would this display of lack of control look like? because I'm not sure I'd mind, they aren't my parents, and I'd be an innocent bystander in the attack" he shrugs his arms, and you playfully shove him gently.

He was good at this, at you. Making you relaxed and helping you not dwell in the doom of everything.

Generally speaking, dinner goes well. Your Mom doesn't seem totally won over by Eddie, but she's warming to him. You and Eddie exchanging coy glances across the table, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on all of the conversations. Part of your mind has made the table your sworn nemesis simply because it's in-between the two of you.

Eventually your Mom brings up the guided visualisation topic, and despite your Dad being dead set against it, she would like to help out too. The more witnesses, the better.

She brings up Hopper, "We should probably tell him about it all too. Let him know you're making progress."

Your insides feel like they twist up, just thinking about trying to discuss anything with Hopper ever again. You knew you had to eventually, but it quickly sets off your anxiety.

"You know, Mom, maybe we could wait a little while before we get h-him involved. G-g-get something more concrete first", you eventually force out.

Eddie slows his chew to a stop, looking over at you again but this time with worry, "Yeah...maybe we should get more information first", he says slowly, not taking his eyes from you as he speaks. He waits for you to make eye contact and gives a small smile of reassurance.

"You know, on second thought, it is probably better to go in with a bit more as you say." she dabs her mouth with a napkin, "That was a fantastic meal to come home to. Thank you, honey."

"Yep. Agreed. The most delicious thing I had this weekend," your Dad adds.

Eddie raises his eyebrows and looks at you. Your eyes respond with a playful don't you dare.

After cleaning away the dishes, it's time for Eddie to go home, he waves goodbye to your folks, and you walk over to his van together.

"Second," he says

"Huh?" You say confused.

He smiles, wraps you up into his arms, and whispers in your ear, "That dinner was the second most delicious thing I had this weekend" you feel a chill run down your neck and spine.

This time, instead of turning into a giggling embarrassed mess, you thread your arms around his neck and say, "Same."

He pokes his tongue out against his top lip and looks down at you, and he looks away quickly, exhales, and says to the air, "Where have you been all this time?"

"I could ask you the very same," you say, stroking his face. The moment is paused when you feel a weird sensation and turn around, "I knew it", a curtain twitches back into place, "Little spies", you say, laughing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! This isn't their time now. It's mine" he shuffles you around to the other side of his van. Holding the side of your neck and using his thumb to redirect your chin so that you face him again. He plants a soft open kiss on you, and your brain is back in outer space.

Eventually, you go your separate ways and wave goodbye as he drives away. You spend a little more time with your parents before heading upstairs, getting everything ready for school tomorrow, and finally flopping back onto your bed.

As your head hits the pillow, a waft of car oil, incense and weed fills your senses, and you drift off to sleep.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddiemunson #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #mystery #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things imagine

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fallingtowers · 2 years

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how would you improve buffy season 7

ah man anon don’t encourage me. alright fine. below the cut

ok, so, right off the bat let’s establish some ground rules for this exercise. first off, i’m doing s7 only, which means i’m working off the canon events of s6. as much as i might want to change certain things about s6, i won’t. also, this is going to be a look at the overarching structure of the entire season, rather than me trying to script-doctor any individual episodes.

with all that out of the way, let’s talk about buffy season 7. fundamentally, i think that s7 is conceptually and thematically sound, but that its ideas are, for the most part, poorly executed. you might say it’s a season with a lot of wasted potential (← joke). the first is a really effective villain, both in terms of sheer intimidation factor but also on a thematic level, and i really enjoy the season’s pervasive apocalyptic feel. really, the challenge here is not so much completely overhauling the season as it is just executing it more competently.

i think the biggest structural issue at hand is the haphazard pacing. season 7 starts out strong enough, devolves into a samey muddle during its middle third, and then has to rush to tie together all its loose ends in the last couple episodes. i think this would be relatively easy to fix by just introducing certain stuff (e.g. caleb, the scythe, the necklace macguffin angel shows up with, &c.) earlier. this has two benefits: one, we get more material to work with earlier, thus hopefully preventing meandering, and two, the pivotal climactic stuff will get more room to breathe and won’t feel quite so rushed.

certain character arcs and beats need to be shored up, clarified, or otherwise improved. for example, buffy should get the opportunity to process spike’s actions in seeing red. also, i’ve never liked how the wedge between buffy and giles post-lies my parents told me gets glossed over. robin’s whole arc should also get a bit of a touching up, just because robin deserved better.

(speaking of character beats, i’m not so sure about anya’s death. it’s possible that it could be cogent and satisfying if it were set up better and afforded the room to breathe. or maybe it would just suck anyway. what if buffy had killed anya during selfless? what would that have done to the gang’s dynamic? i’m not saying that would necessarily be a good creative decision, but it would certainly be an interesting one.)

the arc that needs the most tlc though imo is willow’s. poor, poor willow. she’s never been more interesting than she is, on paper, here: recovering from addiction, feared by her friends, with a human life on her conscience. and for what???

my season 7 would be very willow-centric. she is arguably on par with buffy in terms of importance here, so she deserves a commensurate arc. i would, in fact, like to focus on the relationship between buffy and willow—buffy, desperate to trust her friend while being cognizant of the fact that she may well end up having to kill her, and willow, desperate to regain buffy’s trust while being terrified that she will start backsliding.

and then they kiss.

yeah that’s right. buffy/willow endgame, mother fuckers.

i don’t think i’d cut the willow/kennedy stuff outright, but i’d nip it in the bud. kennedy makes a move; willow reciprocates only because she’s lonely and sad; kennedy realizes how messed up willow is, but is too immature and ignorant of the specifics to properly address it; kennedy pushes too hard and the whole thing falls apart.

(speaking of the potentials, i think i’d want to flesh out a couple of them more and leave the rest as background characters, just to avoid things getting too muddy. can’t remember exactly how it’s done in the show—this might actually be their tactic exactly lol.)

so the thing with kennedy falls apart, willow has hurt her and feels she has betrayed tara’s memory, she is at her wits’ end—and that’s when the first gets to her. it appears to her in the form of tara, because in this dream scenario we don’t have to worry about whether our actors will want to come back. it manipulates her and tries to get her to go dark again.

so, now we’ve got this fun scenario where willow is torn between buffy (representing the painful reality of waking up every day and continuing to fight, no matter how hard it is) and tara (representing the easy way out, the comfortable slip back into evil). not only would this make for a lot of tasty tension, there’s also a cool parallel here between what buffy wants to do for willow—to pull her back out of the abyss and into the harsh light of day—and what willow did for buffy at the start of s6.

and then they kiss. the end.

(also i’d cut the whole stupid fucking “is giles secretly dead” subplot)

this is all just off the top of my head. i’d probably have to rewatch s7 to get a proper feel for the intended themes and arcs, but i’m not going to do that, because i spent enough time as it is on this exercise. sorry for the wall of text, anon. love you

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffyposting #man this got long

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looming-toons · 1 year

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The weird substance a bfdi/bfb g/t story p1

One day match was outside thinking what she was going to do on her date with pencil the two have confessed to each other Match has never been happier but was still kind of depressed about what happened with the alliance any how her and pencil mentally fucked her friends to the point where they didn’t even wanna be around them anymore the worst part is she feels like they still care about her despite all the things she’s done which just makes her feel even more guilty at first she shrugged it off and thought people should just forgive her but when she started thinking about it she realized how bad she hurt her friends and decided to give them as much space as possible with the exception of pencil because Pencil is the reason she did this she loved Pencil to death she would do anything for her she would die for pencil but she also became a monster because of pencil Pencil didn’t seem to mind what they did to the others but oh God things were different now Match really wanted to improve herself though oh well at least this date can hopefully get her mind off that there was a special event at gelatins steakhouse due to the installation of a new TV Match couldn’t wait to watch her favourite shows with her pence pence after she was done putting on her makeup styling her eyelashes and putting on her lipstick Match felt she was ready for anything Poor naïve fool pencil arrived in the freesmart super van and started blushing immediately after looking at match

Pencil: whoa match you sure are looking fine tonight

Match: hehe like thanks pence pence

Pencil: you’re paying right?

Match: sigh yep hehe

Pencil then immediately sped off to gelatins steakhouse nearly causing a crash pencil and Match went inside and ordered their food they sat down near the TV and decided to watch some quality content pencil immediately noticed something

Pencil: what the hell is this?! Is Gelatin trying to poison us il sue!

Match: uh maybe it’s like some sort of new flavouring

Pencil: well if you know so much why don’t you try it!

Match: pence pence please don’t cause a scene

Pencil: God match you used to be way more fun than this now drink it if you know its not poison

Match: uuhh ok (takes a big drink) see not poisonous now let’s like eat I’m hungry

All of a sudden Match rushed to the bathroom feeling like she was going to throw up she clenched the sink for dear life she felt her entire body was aching all of a sudden the sink broke from her clenching it which was weird but what was even more weird was that she started growing and her head hit the ceiling immediately which is really bad for her because that’s where her hair was and immediately the ceiling caught on fire what didn’t help was that she was still growing and now accidentally started a fire as well everyone had to evacuate the steakhouse wondering why the fire alarm went off and what happened

Pencil: Gelatin my girlfriends still in there!

Gelatin: oh crap I think we need to ask four to recover her or something

Pencil: this is all your fault you gave me poison

In gelatins head: (wait what oh crap that was my steak enlarging elixir fuck it must’ve mixed in with the cola!)

everyone started yelling at gelatin until they noticed something in the fire something really big but the flames were shielding what it was

Gelatin: everyone get out of here!

Leafy: Firey did you have anything to do with this?!

Firey: don’t look at me look at that monster in the fire!

Leafy: monster? (Sees Firey pointing at it as well as a mysterious growling) ahhhh (runs away and everyone else follows suit except one)

Pencil: what did you do to match you fiend burned her crushed her ate her?!

The thing immediately stretched out their arm to grab pencil but pencil decided fuck this shit I’m out and got into the van and drove away it started raining and the fire went out revealing A really giant match crying to herself

Match: what happened to me I didn’t even get to eat the dinner So my stomachs wonky And now everyone thinks I’m a monster even pence pence this was like the worst date ever! (and she curled up into a ball and cried)

#battle for bfdi #match bfdi #pencil bfdi #giant tiny #sfw g/t #g/t #battle for dream island #bfdi g/t #bfb g/t #matchcil

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newdayslinguine · 2 years

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Goodness gravy, I’ve got a story for you guys today. Listen, in the pursuit of life, sometimes we run into bumps along the road. The bumps vary in size, and severity- sometimes it’s a little tiny pebble in the road and sometimes it’s a giant fucking boulder like uhm for instance if you were hiking and you got hit by a giant fucking boulder. We’re doing our best, alright? And sometimes, things don’t work out the way we would- we would prefer. Today is one of those little interesting conundrums that we run into every now and then in our lives, and it happened to me! I ran into a bit of an issue. So sit back, relax, and let’s talk about how i once accidentally drugged myself with the largest edible I’ve ever eaten.

Last February, before all the coronavirus garbage happened, I travelled to Los Angeles for Spring break, and one of the things that I had to do was I had to sign a shit ton of posters for youtooz. There was probably more than three thousand posters that I had to sign, and the posters were being kept at the house that the misfits youtube group were staying at in LA. Carson was there, Schlatt was there, Cooper was there, we were all just tryna like, sign all of these posters as fast as we could, cause there’s so many of them and it was ta- it would take us- it was taking us literally hours to do. At this point there was maybe about five or six people in the house at this time, and that was because at this point, the whole main misfits crew had gone out to dinner somewhere. I don’t know if you know this about the misfits in general, but they smoke a lot of weed. Every trip they do, they probably spend a couple thousand dollars on weed, ok? They smoke the Mary Jane. They do the weed. In order to make the process of signing these posters go a little bit smoother, I had smoked like half a joint of weed, so I was already decently high, because I hadn’t smoked in a while either. Signing away, crossing my i’s, dotting my t’s. However my personal reaction to weed is that i get the munchies. I get the munchies pretty hard. I smoke a little bit of the marijuana and then I say ‘oh! I’m gonna eat an entire sleeve of club crackers with no cheese, because gluttony!’ I had originally planned to go to dinner with my girlfriend and her father, so I was trying to wean off of the high and just kind of sign the posters and wait until it kind of wore off and then I would go and do that. One of the things that they had in this house was they had a giant counter on which a bunch of snacks were all laid out. There was chips, there was more chips, there was I think pizza, I don’t fuckin remember. As I look out across this horizon of bountiful snacks, I see a nerds rope, and my munchie brain is like, ‘… Oh!’ And I’m thinkin to myself, ‘Man, I remember nerds rope, I haven’t had nerds rope in fuckin forever, dude!’ Im thinking back to my childhood where we would go to a campground in Maine and I would waddle on down to the snack shack and i would grab myself a nerds rope, and before eating it, considering its potential application as nunchucks, OR, trying to tie a knot with it, but then realising, I’m a kid! I don’t know how to tie knots! And my prefrontal lobe won’t even be done cooking for another 20 years, so what’s even the point? Get me a slush puppy, get me a gameboy sp, let’s fuck it up. But lord have mercy, did I learn in this moment I no longer was a child but a man- A man who experiences consequences in the worst way possible. So I’m signing more posters, you know, I’m cruising, I’m having a great time, alright? Nerds rope, tastes a bit strange, but that could also be my perception that I have of being already high, and it kinda, if you’ve ever been high before it kinda messes with your perception of taste a little bit? It was like drinking a diet coke versus a normal coke, where there’s like ‘… there’s something there. There’s something there!’ But I don’t fully process why it tastes different. So, I finish the nerds rope. And then I go to have another nerds rope, because I’m high, and have the munchies. As I’m biting into the next nerds rope, one of the misfits guys says

‘Ted! Don’t eat those! Those are edibles!’

Hm? Sorry, I j- shj- I’m- gdbl agh- I musta- I must’ve heard you wrong- um. Scusi?

Yeah Ted, that’s an Edible.

So I say, ‘no fucking way. How much was it?’

And he says ‘I think it might- I think it might be like 60 milligrams.’

What!? Sixty milligrams?

To give you context, the largest edible I’d had up until this point in my life was Twenty milligrams. So of course, I ask ‘Are you sure?’ One of the guys walks over to the counter and picks up the package of the nerds rope, and with the most ‘You Are Fucked’ face I’ve ever seen in a person, he says; ‘It’s actually 400 milligrams.’ Now remember! I’ve already freaked out when I heard it was a fifty milligram edible- and I’ve just been told that it is actually eight times that amount. So you may be asking yourself, ‘Ted, how the fuck did you not know that that was an edible?’ And that’s a good question! Let’s start with the packaging. That’s the packaging. It uses the same packaging as the actual branded nerds rope. It’s got a thing that says ‘tear and share’ as if it’s just a normal candy. In hindsight that’s- very much so implying, for a good reason that you really should be sharing it and not eating it entirely on your own. If you’re not really paying attention and it’s been like, Eight years since you had a nerds rope, this is pretty easy to mistake for a nerds rope. In addition to that, there was a very specific and deceptive way that everything was laid out as snacks in the Misfits house, and I’ll just let Swaggersouls explain that for me.

(Cut to interview/podcast clip with Swaggersouls)

Swaggersouls: So there was a very reasonable way like we set it up, cause the nerds rope was an edible, it was a 400 milligram edible, and he didn’t read the packaging. But we have, on that bench, it’s a big-ass bench, it’s snacks, and food, chips, pringles, gummy bears, all that shit-

Someone else: munchies.

Swaggersouls: -and then there’s weed food, which is edibles, in between that and the weed. Which makes sense, if, you know,

Pokimane (overlapping): ahh like a spectrum, mm.

Swaggersouls: yeah, like a spectrum. But-

Someone else (overlapping): progressively dangerous as you go along.

Swaggersouls: but that’s the thing, is that it would make more sense to kind of put the weed food away so that you don’t confu- confuse the food with the weed.

Pokimane (overlapping): confuse it with the actual food (laughing).

Others: (indistinguishable)

Swaggersouls: which is what happened to Ted, he was trippin’ balls.

(Cut back to main video)

If you’ve ever been in a car crash, even if it’s not your fault, there’s a certain feeling after it immediately happens. It’s this mind racing feeling when you have absolutely no idea what to do, but you also know that something has to be done, or you’re fucked. AKA. Panic! So at this point I begin to freak out, for three reasons. First of all, I didn’t know if i was personally prepared mentally to get as high as i was about to get. Second of all, I had made plans for dinner, with my girlfriend and her father that night, and I DEFINITELY won’t be making it! And I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be a little bit pissed. And the third reason, I hadn’t smoked weed in two months. Which meant that my tolerance was rock bottom. I’d like to explain this with what I like to call ‘the skyscraper analogy’.

Right here we have the tolerance skyscraper, which represents my tolerance to marijuana. Let’s just say that whenever I smoke weed, I start at the ground floor, in the lobby. If my tolerance were higher, then maybe i’d go a couple stories up to the mid-level apartments. That’s where all the stoner kids from high school hang out. And they’re all pretty high up there, but it’s nothing really to be worried about. You’re probably couch-logged, but you’ll be fine.

With my tolerance at zero though, I knew in my heart and in my soul that i was going all the way up to chichen chang’s* fucking penthouse as an unwilling and unexpected guest for an undetermined amount of time. As things stand right now? I don’t even live in the building. I’m from out of town and I sometimes commute into the city. “Oh, it’s a Friday night! Oh, we should go- we should get drinks in the city!” That’s what I’m operating on. I know that I’m on a timer. Most edibles take about 45 minutes to an hour before they kick in. But! I know that I’ve taken this edible about ten to fifteen minutes prior. Which means- ehh math- I’ve got about 45 minutes before this edible hits me and I die. Although, other things can affect this, such as being on an empty stomach! Which I was. My first thought was that I need to make myself throw up, because if I could get rid of as much of this edible as possible, I could POTENTIALLY mitigate the level of inebriation that I was about to experience. So I stumble over to the bathroom, and I start to gag. And I’m trying to make myself throw up, but I’ve never made myself throw up before. I don’t know how to DO it. So, the next step is that I got Carson on his phone looking up ‘how-to’s on wikihow on how to make myself throw up, and then Cooper’s in the kitchen and he’s making cups of salt water for me to chug, cause apparently if you chug cups of salt water it helps with the throwing up process. I’m not sure how true that was? It just ended up with me throwing up a bunch of pinkish, salt water. So… I ca- I can’t speak for its effectiveness, but. There ya go. And I’m pretty sure since the nerds rope was sort of a candy, sugar based food, it was really easy for my stomach to digest it really fast.

So I’m pretty sure after if I hadn’t thrown it up within maybe five minutes there wasn’t really much that I could do from there. So by the time that I was done throwing up the food that we had ordered earlier arrived, and cooper basically advised me that the best thing that I could really do for myself would be to just fill my now completely empty stomach. From this point on, all I could really do was uh. Buckle up. Strap in. And get ready for the fuckin. High of a lifetime. God bless my soul.

So I’m gonna give you guys a walkthrough of what this high was like. It wasn’t fun. I also have some video footage that cooper took so, link to his channel in the uh, in the description. Once I came to terms with the fact that I was gonna have to ride out this high no matter what, I decided to give myself a home base. Just somewhere where I could ground myself, and not really need to worry about moving around or anything. I found myself a nice armchair. And I sat myself down there, and prepared for the ride of a lifetime.

*idk if this is right this is just what youtube automated subtitles came up with

#ok thisll take a while and my youtubes just crashed so i’ll finish this later #ted nivison #long post

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benditozorrito · 8 months

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Kingdom Hearts 3 Part 1

First part of my Kingdom Hearts 3 playthrough under the cut!

For probably the first time ever, this was the least confusing opening cutscene

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Everyone says Sora has lost a great deal of power after KH:DDD shenanigans

Um this boy rocketing through the stratosphere and running up walls like he a damn hedgehog but go off I guess

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FFS Sora and Donald can you pay attention and stop making Goofy think he is going crazy. He is the most sensible one and I cannot believe I am typing this sentence with my own hands

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Ew its Xigbar

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Hercules actually looks pretty good this time around?? I'm surprised because his animation is pretty styalised

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Ah. Now I know why Maleficent bothers to keep Pete around. Manual labor

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I am just Going to cry when we finally see Aqua again

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Grabs square enix dev by the shoulders and whispers softly into their ear: I don't. Care. About. The gummi ship.

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I JUST WANT TO GET TO THE NEXT WORLD IN PEACE.

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Why does anyone let Sora near technology

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Okay Remmy is adorable

ALSO SORA WHAT THIS IS NOT HOW YOU COOK, STOP JUGGLING THE SHAKERS

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When you are about to get into a new world and then a Heartless boss ship drops in

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I have just entered the Toy Story world and I want to say that opening TV show cinamatic with vaguely KH looking characters was extremely disorienting never do that again

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"Oh! I can run into stuff and it will pushed out of the way!"

Immediately runs into everything and scatters stuff all over the place

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Collapses with laughter for 2 whole minutes watching a whimsical doll heartless sneak up on Buzz Lightyear in a sinister manner

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Inception

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I am playing a game in which it is possible for the character Goofy to sadly proclaim that Buzz Lightyear has disappeared into a corridor of darkness

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The series main villain was just dragged by a wild west sherriff toy

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The aliens are perhaps the best thing about this world

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So uh...we really doing this huh? We're going to get Roxas a body to inhabit...idk why but having them talk about needing a body to stuff a heart in is the most off-putting thing

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Laughs maniacaly while scattering objects off shelves

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I don't have a lot to say of Rapunzel world, possibly because it followed the movie closely. Which I appreciate that Sora and his friends impacted that very little.

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I love how she introduced Sora and co. to Maximus, and once she mentioned they had been helping her, he immediately nodded like "yes good"

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Tbh, possibly because I never played KH:DDD, I am constantly forgetting flow motion is a thing now I just keep running on the ground like some sort of peasant

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Also it cracks me up that the world map now very much resembles Mass Effect's

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ALSO I stg Sora being like "lol your FACE"at Donald was the most accurate teenager dialog in this entire series

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Okay Monsters inc. Sora's 3 mouth is the most adorable thing

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1) WAIT HE'S FUCKING REAL OUTSIDE THE DREAMSCAPE??

2) I AM DYING VANITAS HAS LOST ALL DIGNITY IN ONE MOTION LOL

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AQUA ;_;

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Goofy is actually the smartest one in this trio and he is a sweetheart I will fight you on this

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OK but they totally should have called the Teeny Ships, Friend Ships instead

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I'm going to be a bit disappointed if these treasure spheres are not a hint for a Treasure Planet world

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Ew its Larxene

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oh my god I forgot that Elsa's body guard was named Marshmallow that is the best thing ever

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unpopular opinion?? I kind of hate that the Pirates of the Caribbean movies got added to the series. Yeah this time around they made more of an effort to blend Sora and co. in by neutralizing their colors and giving them pirate-y outfits, but they still REALLY stand out;;

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plus nothing exemplifies the fact that PoC is the wrong tone for these games than the fact that we opened the world with "Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life for Me)", but changed all the lyrics to talk about the plot so we don't have to mention drinking and murder

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OR even the fact that Sora and co. were literally led off somewhere else while most of the murder and backstabbing was happening;

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If they really wanted some pirates, they should have made it Treasure Planet, is what I am saying -is punched- Seriously though, would have hit the KH aesthetic more, plus Sora getting to solar sail?? damn missed opportunity there

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The KH experience is hearing the villains vague talking about their plot and you are:

"...Are they suggesting....OOOHHH MY GOOOO-no wait....is that possible....wait......"

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I will give PoC world this tho, they added a zelda WW like explore the Caribbean set up, and this pleases me greatly. Now if only it wasn't fake-Caribbean and I could visit Puerto Rico LOL

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Oh wow, with all that posturing and Sora adding in I thought we weren't going to stab Will at all but here we are lmaofhs didn't think you had it in you game

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Ok but Goofy and Donald sadly sending Elizabeth off was so cute and sincere I'm crying???

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SHUT UP AND WEAR THE NEW OUTFIT AXEL

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You full of shit Vexen

Also it is vital to know that my along for my emotional roller coaster gf has dubbed him Kid Rock

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How dare you hit me with these Roxas feels I was very unprepared

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SORA YOU TAKE THAT KEYBLADE AND RETURN IT TO AQUA I STG

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Okay but I cannot with Rikus new keyblade looking like a car key lmao

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AQUA BBY NO Q_Q

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AQUAS CRYING IM CRYING SHES HOME MY BABY'S BACK THANK YOU SORA YOU BEAUTIFUL BOY QvQ

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VENS BACK TOO NOW WE JUST NEED TO FIND THAT DOOFUS TERRA

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And Axel still needs so many hugs

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Tbh the pairing of Kairi and Sora has always seemed extremely heteronormative to me but then again maybe its because Kairi is never around to see them interact ffs

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I'M STILL REALLY SUSPICIOUS, but Vexen's interaction with Demyx was hilarious as fuck

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Lmao omg the frame rate on this heartless/nobody/unversed army is so sad I'm dying

I mean I understand completely but LOL

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I never thought I'd see a heartless tornado I could describe as a category five jesus fuck

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....UMM;; YEAH OK I THINK WE ARE SUPER DEAD???

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This is an extremely trippy limbo

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...SORA ARE WE NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT HOW YOU HAVE LIVED THIS MOMENT BEFORE???

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Xehanort: Blah blah darkness will win blah blah I'm so evil

Terra: Surprise bitch, thought you'd seen the last of me.

OKAY I GUESS THIS IS HAPPENING NOW

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..shit this means I have 13 boss fights >_>

…plus whatever fuckery could happen last minute;;

I feel it is important to add that, in between the last couple days I have maybe spent 5 collective hours circle talking with myself on "wait is this really it?? Am I truly at the final battle??"

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and its one part: jrpgs are never that simple and one part: but we still have like SEVEN unaddressed plot points going on game and heaven help me if you apply them all at once in the last hour

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Xigbar if you actually believed that, you are the biggest fool of all of them

also Sora pls, they were assholes I know you are a kind boy and I squish your face but they do not deserve words of comfort

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TERRA IS BACK AND TELLING AQUA AND VEN HOW THEY LIT THE WAY FOR HIM AND EVERYONE IS CRYING AND HUGGING AND I AM DESTROYED BY FEELS

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ROXAAASSSS MAH BOOOIIIII

THERE IS SO MUCH HUGGING I CANT

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So wow….that was quite the ride… wow but wait what about the box and why are those people in the credits they weren't-

stinger cutscene plays

WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATT

#what does the fox play #a fox plays KH3 #KH3

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sssrha · 3 years

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transcription of slides under the cut:

[SLIDE 1] the vibes ao3’s top 9 mdzs ships give me (a really stupid thing i made on a lazy saturday)

[SLIDE 2] wangxian: the wholesome canon relationship (with a hint of spice)

ok maybe calling the union between a demonic cultivator and a secret sex fiend “wholesome” isnt exactly accurate…but that’s where the “hint of spice” comes in

other than that tho? i remember seeing a meme somewhere about wangxian and sangcheng and wangxian was described as “domestic gays with a house and a white picket fence and two kids” and honestly? yes

not that they cant be freaky. id say their particular brand of freakiness is vaguely surrealist suburban horror. make of that what you will

[SLIDE 3] xicheng: either its “pair the spares” or just about trauma

their dynamic is 500% “karen/enabling husband” but like in a good way

objectively the best-dressed couple you will ever meet. like seriously why are you even trying? theyve got you beat

jc would own a flower shop and punch you in the face for saying a single bad thing about his flowers. lxc would own a tattoo parlor and hand you a lollipop and tell you how proud he is of you for not crying while he gave you a tattoo

they dont strike me as a “every evening we relax and watch the sunset” type of relationship B U T every other week they go stargazing with a detailed map of the night sky

[SLIDE 4] xiyao: either a) the angst of betraying/being betrayed or b) the angst of killing/being killed

high society gays. they would both unironically wear tuxedos to a mcdonalds. lxc would see it as a fun couples thing and jgy would do it to assert his dominance

i swear they would be among the smiliest of the major couples. only one of them would give you a happy smile

dont mess with them. no like dont mess with any of the couples but so far jgy is the first one who would make your life living hell and keep you around long enough to suffer the consequences

[SLIDE 5] sangcheng: being simultaneously over- and underestimated

i saw a meme about sangcheng and wangxian where sangcheng was described as something along the lines of “wine aunt and vodka uncle” and honestly? yes

they’re both human disasters. nhs would have various splotches of color on his clothes and you cant tell if it was intentional or if theyre actually stains. jc is very neat and organized but will have a mental breakdown at the slightest inconvenience

sometimes they just sit down across from each other and. cry. its how they bond

idk why it popped into my head but they’re both ace Because I Said So

[SLIDE 6] xuexiao: cute domesticity but also murder

i refuse to believe that xy is anything but unhinged in every universe. whether or not thats a good thing is up to you

xy could and would murder you in your sleep and not feel bad about it until xxc told him off. even then he might still decide it was worth it

xxc doesnt exactly know about The Murder Stuff(TM) but he knows some shit is off but he trusts xy enough to not comment on it

they would meet and hook up in a bar and mutually decide that they may as well stay together for the rest of their lives the next morning

[SLIDE 7] xuanli: the token straights (but also? theyre really cute???)

i did not expect them to be as cute as they were but here i am

anyway jyl has jzxuan wrapped around her little finger and shes just too nice to use that to her advantage

if jyl asked jzxuan for some chocolate jzxuan would just buy her the entire hershey company and forget to give her an actual chocolate bar and jyl is too sweet to actually say anything about it

they would definitely have like 20 children. theyd fucking love being parents. the moment having another child became dangerous theyd start adopting left and right. theyre rich they can afford it and their hearts are big enough for all their kids so why would they not?

[SLIDE 8] songxiao: childhood friends to lovers AND perfect power couple

i know they have more nuance than this but i cant help but think of them as The Perfect Couple(TM)

not shipping-wise!! i mean like. theyre both law-abiding citizens. their house looks like a model house. theyre dressed super neat and handsomely. they both know cpr and first aid and one of them is a lawyer and the other is an award winning writer. idk who is who but yk.

they are who people call to deal with problems instead of the police and they delight in that fact. that is what i mean by them being The Perfect Couple(TM)

[SLIDE 9] chengxian: disasters through and through

uhh i am going to be spending the entirety of this slide ignoring the fact that i personally consider them siblings

they would live in a dingy studio apartment in the heart of a city and theyd both never be home

theyre both super fucking rich but theyd never have any money on hand so dont be surprised if they just starve out on the street one day because theyre just that stupid

they collectively have the self esteem of rotting cabbage but theyre keeping themselves and each other alive purely out of spite and sheer force of will

[SLIDES 10] nielan: childhood friends to lovers AND himbo power couple

psst heres a secret: neither of them are actually himbos

H O W E V E R they both 500% pretend they are. they intentionally act as stupid as possible just for the fun of it

the best part is when they stop acting stupid when something important happens. crouching-moron-hidden-badass at its finest

also the older brother energy is overflowing. it does not matter who you are or how old you are. if you meet them then youre going to walk away with two new big brothers

[SLIDES 11] the end (unless i gather the willpower to make a part 2)

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shingia · 3 years

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hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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kristiewritings · 2 years

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hey there omg can i ask a gorou angst <3 btw its ok if u dont want and i like ur writing!!

- 👍🏻 anon

hello there 👍🏻 anon!! ALSO TYSM I LOVE YOU 💖

anyway

character: gorou

word count: 830 (pretty short lol)

tw: character death, lots of blood, swearing and tell me if i missed any !

a/n: teppei does not die || btw no proofread sorry 😟

general gorou, oh how great he is. he's so brave, and he cares about his comrades. as someone who served in the resistance, you saw him quite often. one day, he called everyone and made an announcement.

as you reached the battlefield, your opponents were already there. you held your weapon tighter, preparing to fight. just then, the traveler (along with teppei <:) showed up.

gorou talked with the traveler for a moment, before the traveler stepped forward. one of the people from the other side also stepped forward, drawing out his weapon.

the traveler had fought a few of them, before the fight begun. at the general's command, the fight started. soon, kazuha and beidou along with her excellency sangonomiya kokomi arrived at the battlefield.

with their help, you managed to "win" the fight. however, an arrow was deep in your stomach. during the fight, you didn't feel it, as you were too busy. now that it's over, you felt electro rush through your body.

the arrow had its powers spread throughout your body. you fell to the ground, holding your stomach tightly. the general heard a * t h u m p * sound and rushed to you right away.

“fuck. [name]’s hurt.” he mumbled under his breath.

as the general checked on you, he saw the arrow. your stomach was bleeding. blood was everywhere. on the battlefield and on soldiers. the sight of it scared gorou. he tried to look at you as gently as possible to make sure you weren't in any pain. but as he touched the wound-

you groaned in pain as you moved around. the general informed them that he’ll catch up after he brings you back to camp to get healed. you thought this was just the general caring for his soldiers, but no.

had it been another soldier, gorou would send a few to help the injured one get back then check on them later. but gorou cared for you, a lot. even before the war started, he was already eyeing you.

when the vision hunt decree started, his first motivation was to fight for the sake of inazuma. at times when he felt like giving up, he would think of that smile you always flashed at him, and the book you gave him. up until now, gorou still has it, and reads it every night.

when you joined the resistance, his will to fight became stronger as he fought with you, side by side. you fought exceptionally well, defeating the opponent in five or seven strikes.

though he enjoyed being with you, he feared that you’d get hurt. and his fear was coming to life. as he ran back, he couldn’t help but feel worthless because he couldn’t protect you.

when gorou arrived at the camp, he talked to a soldier, telling him to treat your wounds as quickly and as best as possible. the entire time, he stood by your side, watching you carefully, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

the general had went out to get some fresh air for a moment, just him and his thoughts. he felt.. like he didn't do what he was required to. he felt as if you were like this, because he couldn't protect you. because he was so focused on his enemies, he couldn't protect you. he felt trashy and stupid.

he pushed away those thoughts for now. when gorou checked back in, he saw you were asleep. he prayed that you hadn’t passed away, as he still had much more to tell you. he got closer to you, his head being already filled with thoughts and images of you dying.

he checked your pulse, it was weak. he collapsed, holding your hand and crying. “[name], don’t leave me..” he whispered softly, hoping you could hear him. several minutes of crying passed, the general fell asleep, your hand in his.

the next morning, he was woken up by his fears. gorou checked your pulse and your heartbeat, but they were both gone. he stood abruptly in shock and fear, leaving the tent to calm down for a while. as he left, he saw kazuha and kokomi waiting outside for him.

they both looked at him, eyes filled with concern. “gorou, i’m sor-“ kokomi began, but was cut off “my apologies, your excellency. i’d like some time alone.” he spoke, sadness evident in his voice.

kazuha left him alone, knowing the feeling of someone he dearly cherished leaving so suddenly. gorou sat by a tree and gathered rocks in his hands. he started throwing them.

“WHY? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME” he shouted.

as he sat in the rain, throwing the rocks, he wondered. why would you leave so suddenly? did he do something wrong? the general cried and cried, feeling miserable and lonely. he swore that he would do his best to protect all, and he tried to remain strong everyday. for you.

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Cupid’s Bullet

Dabi comes home with a very special Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!Reader

Contains: dubcon/noncon, mentions of death, unhealthy relationship, gun play, fear play, forced orgasms, squirting, mindbreak, angst (if you squint?), quirk usage, one slap but it’s a hard one :3, overstimulation, creampie

Word count: 5.3k

Notes: pls this title is so cringe but it's like bullet instead of arrow cause... ya know but anyways happy valentine’s day from scumbag boyfie!dabi

Dating a villain meant that your relationship was unconventional to say the least. For one, public dates were out of the question, unless you wanted it to end in destruction of public property and some scorched heroes. You also always had to have some kind of flimsy excuse for your family and friends when they asked to meet your elusive boyfriend. In addition, you had to accept the fact that he would have to disappear sometimes for weeks on end to do his boss’ bidding.

There was also the small matter of arson, murder and theft and a multitude of other crimes that you’d prefer not to know about. And while you weren’t necessarily okay with a lot of what Dabi did, you loved him. You loved him so much that turning a blind eye was so easy it made you question your own morality. He didn’t scare you either. Not in the slightest, because you knew in his own special way, he loved you too.

In fact it ran much deeper than that. On his worst days, Dabi could set the world ablaze until nothing was left because in the end he didn’t care about anyone or anything, not even himself. Until he met you, he says. He tells you that in you, he’s found something to tether him to this existence.

Ok so maybe he didn’t use those words exactly, but he doesn’t have to. You know that’s what he means when he spoils you with expensive, stolen clothes and jewellery, when he offers to burn alive any person who makes you even the tiniest bit upset and when he comes home to you bloodied and beaten, trusting you to take care of him.

In summary, your relationship forced you to give up on having any “normal couple” experiences. That included, celebrating anniversaries and silly holidays like Valentine’s Day so you never bothered to keep track of them. It could hardly be considered a sacrifice when you compared those things to what you actually got from your relationship.

Dabi had been gone for close to a month now and you didn’t expect him back anytime soon, not knowing where he was or what he was doing. In fact the very last thing you expected was for him to creep into your bedroom in the middle of night and rouse you from your peaceful sleep with a soft kiss on your temple.

You don’t jump out of bed in a panic, like any sane person would. Instead you let out a satisfied hum, surrounded by the scent of burnt flesh, ash and menthol, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. It should be unpleasant but its Dabi’s scent and you’ve missed it. You’ve missed him. You pick your phone up from your night stand, squinting your eyes at the bright light that makes them sting.

Sunday 14 February, 2:43am

“Welcome home.” You mumble groggily, trying your best to fight off your tired body urging you to go back to sleep.

Instead of replying, he greets you by pressing his mouth to yours. You let out a quiet gasp, startled by the sudden display of affection. His lips are chapped but that doesn’t matter, your tongue darts out to moisten them before your lips lock into a gentle kiss.

You reach up, weaving your hands through his dark hair in an attempt to draw him closer but he retreats, opting instead to turn on the bedside lamp but keeping his other hand behind his back. “Sit up doll. Got a surprise for ya.”

Any thoughts of sleep were long forgotten as soon as his lips met yours but now he’s really piqued your interest. You push yourself up against the headboard and sit cross-legged. You look up at Dabi expectantly. Your boyfriend is smiling wide, skin pulled so taut you think one of his staples might give out. He reveals to you what he has hidden behind his back. A square black box, wrapped in a cobalt satin ribbon.

It’s so cliché you can’t help but let out a small snort. “What is it?”

“It’s a gift. You know… for Valentine’s Day?” He says as though it should be obvious to you.

Your heart swells at the gesture. It really was a surprise. Not in a bad way, you just knew he wasn’t your average boyfriend and that was okay. You didn’t want him to be.

“Well now I feel awful. I didn’t get you anything.” You pout as he props the box onto your lap.

“’S like a toy… so it’s technically for you but kinda for both of us.” It’s unusual to see Dabi this excited. The way he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eyes filled with mirth makes you all the more curious.

“Like a sex toy?” A giggle escapes you as you undo the bow.

“Are we playing fuckin’ 20 questions? Just open it.” He presses you.

You huff at his impatience but you don’t comment, not wanting to wait any longer either. You remove the lid of the box only to find something wildly unexpected.

A revolver?

You look up at your boyfriend with confusion etched on your face but his gleeful grin doesn’t falter. You’ve never seen a sex toy like this so you pick up the article to test its weight. It’s definitely the real deal.

“Dabi, this isn’t a toy.” You state matter-of-factly.

He merely rolls his eyes and says “Doll, when you can incinerate someone with a flick of your wrist, that little thing is definitely considered a toy?”

“O-okay? What do you want to do with it?” You ask, placing offending object onto your nightstand, not really wanting to hold on to it anymore, the metallic smell making you feel queasy.

“Ever heard of Russian Roulette?” Dabi, picks up the abandoned item, looking down at it with pride.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows as nervousness starts to creep into your system and you instinctively move to back away from him but Dabi is quick to pull you back.

“It’s real easy doll. No need to look so scared.” He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his limbs. “6 chambers. 1 bullet. All you have to do is be a good girl for me. If not, I pull the trigger and we see what happens.”

The look on his face is positively demented. Azure eyes wide and bright, patchwork face contorted into a a sinister smile, white teeth and silver staples gleaming in the dim light.

“Baby,” you hope the pet name will placate him. It usually does. “I don’t know about thi-“

CLICK

You let out a shriek as your body jolts in fear but you’re unable to move with his weight pressing on top of you.

“You see now doll?” He clicks his tongue behind his teeth. “You’ve gone and wasted a shot.”

Dabi climbs off of you and you’re left lying there with your heart hammering violently in your chest, body trembling, still reeling from the shock of what just happened. Reeling from the shock of what is happening

“You gonna listen now? Gonna be good?” Dabi prompts, rolling the gun around in his hand.

All you can do is nod as your eyes being to water. The uneasy feeling in your stomach only grows worse as your mind races with the possible things Dabi has in store for you.

“Good. Now strip.” He command and like a good girl, you obey.

Your arms feel like they’re made of lead, moving rigidly to take off your shirt (one of Dabi’s old ones). You can’t stop the tears from falling as you pull down your panties, fat droplets roll down your cheeks, desperately trying to swallow the sounds of your sobbing.

This can’t be happening. It’s Dabi. He wouldn’t hurt you. He promised you that.

“Oh cut the fuckin’ waterworks.” He snaps. “As long as you listen, you’ll be fine.”

You try to calm yourself with deep breaths, not wanting to irritate him any further.

When you turn to face him, he’s leaning back on his haunches, one hand resting on his thigh, the other lazily gripping the revolver. “Fair warning, I’m more of a ‘shoot first, ask questions later’ kinda guy. But you know that already.” He thumbs the cylinder, making it spin. “Now, touch yourself for me.”

Breathing is difficult. No matter how much you try, it’s like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Thinking only of gun in your boyfriend’s hand, you still you bring your own hand between your legs, but you can’t concentrate, what with the dread taking over your body making it tough to have any control of your body. Your movements are stiff and apparently not up to Dabi’s standards.

He only scoffs before-

CLICK

You scream again, body nearly flying off the bed before you curl yourself up into a ball. The fright is enough to stop your heart. For a second you believe it has.

“Doll,” Dabi’s gruff voice brings you back to earth, reminding you that you’re very much alive and whether or not you stay that way is entirely up to him. “You’re ruining my surprise. Got it ‘specially for you and now you’re being a brat.” He quirks an eyebrow at you, almost like a challenge.

“So-sorry.-“ your voice breaks. “I’ll be good.”

You’re still struggling to comprehend how any of this is real. You thought you knew him. You thought he loved you. And here he is, treating your life like it’s a game. You can’t help but think that this is your own fault. You thought you were above everyone else, the exception to your boyfriend’s villain behaviour.

“Yeah?” His voice drops to a whisper. “Then show me.” He challenges you. Dabi slips off his t-shirt and moves between your legs to get a better view, pressing on your knees to split them apart.

Self-preservation kicks in. There is one way out of this alive and that’s doing what he says. You spread yourself even wider, showing him all of you. Your hands, glide over your smooth thighs, kneading the pudgy flesh as you get closer and closer your sex, teasing yourself the way he would. Your fingers find your clit and just a little pressure makes your eyes melt shut. Probably for best anyway. It makes it easier to imagine anything but this. You drag those fingers through your delicate folds, letting out breathy sighs as heat begins to bloom between your thighs.

You pretend, its Dabi’s touch. In your mind’s eye you see the two of you, limbs tangled with Dabi on top, resting his forehead against yours. It’s one of those nights where he wants to go slow. So slow that the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of is you bordering on torturous. It’s one of those nights where he wants to lay his head on your chest, mouthing at your breasts, laving your nipples with his wet tongue while you tell him, in that sensual voice that you love him, that he’s perfect, that he’s yours. Because it’s one of those nights, where everything feels like too much for him and the only person that he really has on his side is you.

It’s not long before you’re leaking. Somewhere, deep in the back of your mind, there’s a voice chastising you for being so easy for him… even now. There’s almost no resistance as two of your fingers, press into your entrance. Your fingers are no match for Dabi’s, they never hit all those deep, hidden spots that make you see stars but still, you start to move them slowly, brushing your thumb over your clit every so often.

“Look at me.” You feel his breath waft over your pussy.

Eyelids fluttering open and you meet his gaze. It stuns you a little and your hands come to a standstill. He is handsome, breathtakingly so, even though he thinks you’re lying whenever you when you tell him that. The way he stares at you, with love and adoration in his eyes, it’s almost like the fantasy you were just imagining. Almost like the fantasy you’ve been living in this whole time. It’s enough to make you forget the situation you’re in. Then the muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, snapping you back to reality fast enough to give you whiplash.

“Fucking slut.” He growls and smacks your hand away from your pussy.

You jerk as he starts to move it the gun circles over your sensitive nub and then dipping down to your tight slit to gather up your juices.

“All those fuckin’ tears but look how wet you are.” He says more to himself than you as he admires the way your slick leaves a sheen on the barrel. With his eyes trained directly on yours, his perfectly pink tongue pokes out to lick it clean, groaning at the taste.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapped around your legs, guiding them over his broad shoulders. He kisses you on your mons before his tongue begins greedily lapping at your hole. “Tastes so good doll.” He mutters with his nose pressed against your clit. He slips the wet muscle inside of you making you whine. You reflexively grab onto his black hair, tugging on the stands and he lets out a groan of approval. He moves up to your clit, circling it with his tongue before suckling on it. While he brushes just the tip of a finger over your cunt, making it clench around nothing while you desperately buck your hips, in an attempt to have it inside you.

The way he’s eating you out is almost romantic?

Or it would be, if it weren’t for the metal digging into your flesh.

“Doll,” He places a sloppy kiss on your clit, lighting dragging his teeth over the hood. “Want you to squirt for me.”

A lump forms in your throat. You can count on one hand the amount of times that has happened. You’re not sure of the odds that you’d be able to right now and it’s not a gamble you’re willing to take. “Dabi, I don’t think I can….”

CLICK

You thrash, screaming so loud it makes your throat burn.

Dabi still holds you open, keeping you in place. “I wasn’t asking.” He makes sure to maintain eye contact as he drops a fat glob of spit right on to your clit before diving face first into your cunt once again.

He pushes 2 of his long, lithe fingers into your tight entrance. It’s unexpected and you wince. He drags his right hand (the one holding the gun) up your torso, resting the muzzle underneath your breast, right over your racing heart. A reminder of what’s at stake. He envelopes your sensitive clit with his lips, moving his fingers in tandem with the suction. You’re consumed by desire as Dabi brings you so close to the edge.

“Dee-Deeper please.” Your pant out.

He smiles against your mound before complying with your request. “Right here?” His fingers press against that squishy patch deep inside you and your eyes roll back.

“Nnnggg yeah.” You’re barely able to mewl out. You dig your heels into his back and grind against his face, chasing your high. Dabi keeps hitting that spot with astonishing precision but you hold off for as long as you can, letting the pleasurable sensation build until the pressure in your core becomes unbearable. When it finally snaps because you can’t hold it anymore, your eyes squeeze shut, hands flying to his biceps and you dig your nails into the sinewy muscle. You gush around his fingers and all over his face. Dabi doesn’t move though, flicking your clit with his tongue repeatedly until you’re trembling and whimpering, pushing him away from your pussy. He finally relents, a pop echoing around the room as he lets go of you.

He gives you a predatory look, scared face and chest wet with the remnants of your orgasm. “You made such a mess baby but I’m glad you’re finally having fun.” He’s just as out of breath as you are but far more composed.

Your head is still fuzzy and limbs are still twitching but your boyfriend doesn’t let you recover. “C’mon, doll. My turn.” He begins to undo his belt, silver buckle clinking as he rushes to drag it through the loops of his jeans

You pull yourself on to all fours, now eye level with his crotch. He pulls down his pants and boxers in one go, his erection almost hitting you in the face.

“You’ve been lucky so far.” He taps the bulbous head of his cock on your lips, smearing your lips with the pre that dribbles out of it. “But I wouldn’t test it if I were you. Open.”

Your mouth is already watering at the sight of him. So long, thick and veiny. It’s disgusting actually, this Pavlovian response. He fucks you deeper, stretches you wider and makes you feel better than anyone ever had. You wonder briefly, if anyone ever could fuck you as good as Dabi.

You stick out your tongue and he slides himself between your lips, groaning as he pushes into your mouth, slowly, inch by inch. He fills your mouth completely and you shut your eyes, savouring the salty taste of him but you feel the muzzle press against your temple and making them shoot open. “Atta girl. Lemme see those pretty eyes.” He grunts as he plunges into your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, the hand at the back of your head setting a brutal pace. The room is filled with the sounds of you gagging and his hefty sac smacking against your chin.

“So good to me baby.” He tilts his head back, losing himself in the pleasure. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him while your saliva leaks out, dripping down his balls. Dabi is big and heavy, stretching you so wide and making you jaw ache from the weight of him. You’re already lightheaded from the lack of air, no matter how much you try breathing through your nose. You don’t dare to complain though.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, stretching a string of saliva from the head of his dick to your tongue that’s hanging out of your mouth. You pant like a bitch attempting to catch your breath. He doesn’t give you much time before he’s in your throat again, back to fucking your face.

“I love you so much. You love me?” He sounds so sweet, totally blissed out.

He stops thrusting and tilts your head up to look at him, blinking tear-clumped lashes. You try utter a ‘Yes, I love you.’ but with his shaft gagging you, it comes out all garbled. The muscles in your throat convulse around the deep intrusion. “You’d do anything for me right?” He asks, jabbing the muzzle even harder into your temple, finger resting lightly on the trigger. You nod, watching Dabi lose his composure bit by bit. “Yeah. That’s why you’re my girl.” He pushes himself even deeper inside you, making you finally take all of him, until your nose meets his pubic hair and holding you there. “Fuck.”

CLICK

“Hmmhhhhngggh” You squeal around him but you can’t pull off because of the grip he has on your scalp. When he lets you go you’re choking and coughing up a lewd mixture of spit and pre-cum.

“Wh- Why” You blubber, voice hoarse. You don’t understand. You were doing exactly what he asked. You were being good.

“Sorry baby. Felt so good, my finger slipped.” He doesn’t even try to hide his mischievous smirk. The fucker is definitely not sorry.

You want to beg him to stop this ridiculous game because you see now there’s no way you can win because Dabi doesn’t play fair.

He doesn’t give you the chance though, already shuffling off his bottoms all the way and propping himself up against the headboard. “C’mon pretty baby.” He tugs on your ankle. Wanna see you bounce on my dick.”

You clumsily position yourself atop his lap quickly, before you can even think about it. You know he doesn’t need a reason to pull that trigger but still, you don’t want to give him one.

He grinds his tip along your heat, piercings dragging across your clit over and over again. It’s something he does whenever you have sex, to rile you up. And just like all those other times, it’s working. Circumstances be damned. “Needa feel this hot little pussy. Give it to me doll.” He murmurs against the shell of your ear.

You nod as you lift yourself off of him to hover your dripping wet hole over his hard dick. You slowly squat down on onto him, the fat head stretching you out, burning with every inch you take. You mewl, making futile attempts to blink away tears. You get halfway before you have to stop, resting your hands on his shoulders trying to gain leverage. You’re outright crying now, wet droplets landing on Dabi’s chest.

“’S matter doll.”

I’m terrified. You yell in your head but stay silent, choosing to focus on relaxing your ever-tightening hole in order to take more of him.

“Oh, I know.” He coos, voice dripping with condescension. “’S too big for your tiny cunny.” He leans forward to kiss away the salty tears. “But you can take it. I know you can.” He cups your jaw, stroking your cheek with a calloused thumb. “You can do it for me”

You start to move slowly up and down, using gravity to force more of his monstrous cock inside you with shallow movements. You really are trying your best but that’s apparently not good enough for Dabi and he lets you know that by pressing the barrel of the gun into your stomach. You freeze, horrified, more tears start falling from your eyes. You open your mouth to beg him to just give you a little time. You’re trying.

“Quit being a baby and just take it.” He says before you even get the chance.

“I’m trying Dabi, please just-“

CLICK

He cuts off your plea. He’s not interested in your excuses.

The rotation of the cylinder sends vibrations through your abdomen. Amidst the shock, you release your grip on his shoulders and impale yourself on his shaft by mistake. The combination of the searing stretch and the blunt head of his cock kissing your cervix is so overwhelming that you collapse forward, head falling on to your boyfriend’s chest. You feel the rumbles of his chuckles while he’s quite literally splitting you open.

“See? Knew you could. Just needed a little scare. Isn’t that right.” He rubs your back as if to comfort you. He lets out a low whistle. “But looks like you’re all out of chances doll. Now bounce.” He gives you a spank with an inhumanly warm hand, making you squeal and leaving your cheek tender.

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again. Dabi’s sapphire eyes are practically glowing, daring you to be stupid enough to defy him one more time.

You pull off almost entirely, keeping just his tip inside of you, before spearing his shaft into you again.

“Good girl.” When he praises you with that raspy voice makes you keen and desperate for more of it.

His hand snakes its way up your torso to cup one of your breasts. Your back arches, pushing into his scorching hot touch, forgetting momentarily about his other hand and what he’s holding in it. He gropes your chest, tweaks and twists at your nipples, leaving red, inflamed hand prints in his wake. You’re practically delirious with pleasure, babbling out incoherent streams of his name along with “yes” and “more”. All the while, he murmurs praises about how good you are and how much he loves you. It’s confusing and you can’t process any of it.

“Who owns this perfect pussy?”

“Dabi. Fuck. Dabi.” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth in the most obscene way, drooling down your chin. Your plush walls pulse around him as he hits that sensitive spot every time you sink down on him.

“That’s right it’s all fuckin mine. My pretty baby.” Dabi’s eyes are focus on where your two bodies are connected watching the translucent ring of your cream appear and disappear as you ride him.

“Preeeettyyy.” You slur and he laughs at how fucked out you are, brain completely jumbled between the fear, the pain and the bliss all combined into ecstasy.

“Doll.” He groans. “I feel ya squeezin’ me. You gonna cum?”

He’s right. You nod as you feel that coil tightening again, threatening to snap at any second. The man finally starts putting in work, pounding into you every time you pull off of him. Dabi abandons the gun in favour of playing with your clit, rubbing quick sloppy circles. “Yeah? Gonna cream and gush around me? Want you to baby.” He buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking, biting and licking while he assaults your sopping wet pussy. “C’mon doll, please.”

With that you orgasm. He grabs your hips pulling you flush against his thighs, fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips up into you until your high finally subsides.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath before he’s got the revolver pressed hard underneath your chin. “Now make me cum.” You almost collapse but the harsh grip he has on your hair suspends you upright.

Your mind is so foggy and Dabi gives you a small smile, appreciating the perplexed look in your droopy eyes. But he’s not done with you yet.

“Hey.” You’re ripped from your daze, when he slaps you across the face, sending your head swinging to the side. “Don’t pass out on me now.”

“So-sorry! ‘M sorry!” You grovel as you slam your tired body down on his dick once again, trying to ignore the throbbing on your cheek, the ringing in your ears, and the ache in your battered cunt. You’re so sensitive from your last orgasm but you don’t have a choice and you don’t dare deny him anything. Your thighs are quaking and burning with every movement but your boyfriend is unimpressed.

“You can do better than that doll.” He lets out a bitter laugh, enjoying every second of tormenting you. “It’s like you want your brains splattered on the ceiling.”

You start crying again, shaking your head frantically. In the time that you’ve been with Dabi, you’ve learned certain tricks, you know he likes it, but in this panic/lust induced frenzy, you can’t remember any of them. Instead, you bounce, mindlessly on him while your gummy walls clench tighter around him every time he nudges at your a-spot. Your legs are going numb from all the effort and you plop down, limp onto his lap, taking him to the hilt.

Dabi tsks at you, reminding you that you can’t rest just yet. You swivel your hips, grinding your pelvis against his while he’s buried deep in your wet heat. You pray to whatever deity is listening that he’s getting close, you’re not sure how much more you can take.

“If I don’t bust in the next 5 seconds.” His hand finds your clit again, you grind across his fingers has you rock against him. “Bang!” He emphasises the word by bringing a heated palm down on your ass.

A choked sob bubbles at the back of your throat, making him snicker

Hands pressed to his chest, you ride him like a woman possessed, the last bits of adrenaline kicking in. Your sloppy cunt squelches every time you drive yourself down on his cock just motivating you to fuck him harder.

“Five.” He grits out.

“Dabi, please!” But you’re met with icy, apathetic eyes staring back at you, feeling the terror that the rest of the city does when they so much as hear his name.

“Four.” He rubs your already raw clit, faster and you can feel another orgasm building, much quicker than your last two.

Your body feels so heavy but you can’t stop moving, not unless you want him to- “Please cum!” You beg. “Need your cum.”

“Three.”

He starts to fuck up into you again with unforgiving force.

“Wh-Why?!” is all you can manage as your mind starts to fog up again, the need to come becoming all the more urgent.

“Two.” He ignores your question, transfixed on your tits bounce in his face. You’re getting close to your third orgasm of the night and it seems Dabi is determined to get you there.

You still can’t believe this is real. You never thought that Dabi would treat you like this. You were supposed to be special.

Or at least that’s what he told you.

Moreover, you can’t believe how your own body is betraying you. You can’t believe you’re actually going to cum. Again.

“One.”

You cry out his name one last time, unsure if it’s out of fear or pleasure. You dig your nails into his arms again, in a feeble attempt to ground yourself as you cum around him. The orgasm that rips through you makes it difficult for you to be sure of anything.

What you are sure of is the fact that there was no bang or bullet.

Just one last CLICK (practically drowned out by your screaming) and the sensation of Dabi’s hot cum flooding your womb. He has a bruising grip on your hips, gun now discarded, and he ruts up into to making sure to stuff your cunt absolutely full of him. He begins to laugh as he softens inside you.

Your head is still spinning but once you’re able to push yourself off of him, you can finally make sense of what just happened.

He was fucking with you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yell, using weak and quivering arms to throw pillows at him while you cry so hard it makes you dry heave.

Your asshole of a boyfriend starts cackling, clutching his abdomen as if he just pulled the world’s funniest prank while your heart is beating so hard and fast you think it might break through your ribcage.

“You should have seen your face. You were so fuckin’ scared.”

You become nauseous, feeling bile rising in your throat as you come to a sickening realisation.

This is not your Dabi. This is the Dabi that the rest of the world gets to see.

Evil, sadistic, merciless. This is the real Dabi.

You attempt to scramble off of the bed to get away from him, feeling overwhelmed by the humiliation. But Dabi grabs your wrist and yanks you into his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. A gesture you used to treasure but now it just made your skin crawl. “C’mon Doll you didn’t think I was being serious did you?”

You writhe in his hold, hitting against his hard, toned chest with pathetic fists. “Don’t be such a crybaby. It was just a joke.” He strokes your hair oh so tenderly. But you won’t fall for that again. Dabi is a villain through and through. You know that now.

It’s no use fighting him off though, all the fight in you is used up. You don’t know what else to do. So you do the easy thing: nuzzle your head into his chest, tremors rocking your body as you hiccup, while he holds you. That way you can pretend that you feel safe with him, just like you used to.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, doll. I love you.”

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Something that's been bugging me for years since the Legends finale. If Zhan had been the writer for Rebels, do you think he would have had Thrawn bomb Lothal to bring Ezra out? On the one hand, from Legends Thrawn's portrayal I imagine he would without a second of hesitation. On the other, Canon Thrawn has been much more... restrained? And on a third point, there's the fact that Legends and Canon Thrawn seem like they really could be the same person just at different points of time. cnt in next

...I'm just curious if anyone else was curious if Zhan agreed with that direction taken. Which, on that note, did Zhan ever say anything about his thoughts on how Rebels handled Thrawn? Both from a writing standpoint as well as an acting and musical one (Thrawn's various leitmotifs)?

Oh man. Ohhhhhhhh maaaaan. My friend, you have asked exactly the right person this question, because not only have I wanted to talk about this multiple times before, but I also have ~receipts~. 👀

⚠️Spoiler warnings for Star Wars: Rebels, The Mandalorian, the canon Star Wars novels Thrawn, Thrawn: Alliances, Thrawn: Treason, Thrawn Ascendency: Chaos Rising, and Thrawn Ascendency: Greater Good, and the legends Star Wars novels Heir to the Empire, Dark Force Rising, The Last Command, and Outbound Flight.⚠️

Oh man. Where to begin.

Lets start with who Thrawn is, because depending on who you ask, you're gonna get different answers—whether you're strictly a Legends fan, Dave Filoni, a guy who's only seen Thrawn in Star Wars: Rebels, Timothy Zahn, or just a writer/artist fan like me.

To Timothy Zahn, the man behind our favorite chiss, Thrawn is a character that is constant in both attitude and personality throughout all of his content. In multiple interviews, ranging from Thrawn's debut in Rebels to the latest about the writing of the Ascendancy Trilogy, Zahn states that Thrawn in canon and Thrawn in Legends are indistinguishable.

And so I present the receipts:

In a 2017 interview with The Verge on writing the first canon Thrawn book Thrawn, Zahn is asked the following question and responds as such:

How do you navigate bringing back a character who already has an extensive backstory and audience expectations, with telling a new story that fits in the new continuity?

Actually, I didn’t find that to be a problem. I’d never written Thrawn in this part of the Star Wars timeline, so it was simply a matter of bringing him into the Empire and chronicling his rise through the ranks. It’s still the same character as in the 1990s books, just a decade or two younger and in a very different military and political environment.

In another interview with The Verge in 2018 (a few months after the finale of Rebels aired) about writing Thrawn: Alliances, he repeats this sentiment twice:

Thrawn feels like if it had been written before the canonization purge a couple of years ago, or if you squinted a bit, it would serve as a perfect setup for Heir to the Empire.

Oh, I don’t think you need to squint at all. I wrote him in these two books to fit in with everything else I’d done. So if someone at Lucasfilm snapped their fingers, and suddenly all of my other books were canon, and there would be no real retrofitting that would have to go in. It would all fit together.

Thrawn: Alliances feels more at home in the new canon, especially because Thrawn has been fleshed out a bit more in Rebels. Was there any adjustments for that?

Not really. I’m getting to play with more canon characters like Vader and Padmé and Anakin, but the character himself, I still see him as the same person. He��s got goals, and he won’t necessarily share them with you, but he as long as you’re going the same direction, he’s happy to cooperate and assist along the way.

...and this is referenced again in a 2020 interview with Polygon about writing Thrawn Ascendancy: Chaos Rising:

Along with Thrawn’s appearance in Rebels, Zahn would pen a new novel, Thrawn, that chronicled the character’s early days as an Imperial officer. Zahn didn’t have to change anything with the character, telling me in 2017 that “he’s like an old friend who I understand completely.” While Heir to the Empire was no longer canon, a reader could easily read Thrawn as a precursor to that classic novel. Thrawn went on to become a major presence in Rebels, and Zahn continued to explore his origins in Thrawn: Alliances and Thrawn: Treason.

The next day, an interview with IGN was published on the same subject:

Thrawn is an especially unique case because Zahn has been able to effectively continue the work he started way back in 1991 with Heir to the Empire. That novel may not be a part of official Star Wars lore any longer, but as Zahn explained, Thrawn himself is basically the same character regardless of continuity.

[....] The closest comparison between Chaos Rising and Zahn's earlier EU work is probably 2006's Outbound Flight, which is set during the Clone Wars and details the first encounter between Thrawn and the Galactic Republic (while also retroactively laying the groundwork for elements of Heir to the Empire). That novel is no longer canon, but Zahn told us he prefers to operate as if it were. He's making a concerted effort not to retread the same ground as Outbound Flight and to avoid contradicting the events of that novel as much as possible.

So yeah. In Zahn's opinion, Legends Thrawn is Canon Thrawn is Book Thrawn, and there is no difference whatsoever between Thrawns in, say, Outbound Flight, Heir to The Empire, Alliances, and Chaos Rising. I wholeheartedly disagree, but lets move on.

Now that the books are out of the way, its time for Rebels.

In July of 2016, after the trailer announcing Thrawn's canon debut aired, Dave Filoni had the following to say about Thrawn's character in regards to Timothy Zahn:

“I was pretty adamant with a couple of people saying, ‘Listen, we need to have Tim sign off on this. This is kind of a waste of time [otherwise],'” says Filoni. “We, of course, can do what we want with a character that Lucasfilm owns, but without Tim’s okay, what does it mean? That’s not going to be good. Once we had some stuff, we wanted to do what we thought was right and make the character. Then we brought him in. We had the production fully prepared. I said, ‘Look, if there’s something that Tim says that I think is really valuable, even if it changes something dynamically, we need to be ready for that and see what we can do.’ I wanted to make sure we did this right by everybody. We brought him in and we didn’t really tell him why. We just flew him up to Lucasfilm and sat him down in a theater and said, ‘Hey, we’re bringing Thrawn into the show.’ He was like, ‘Wow.’ and I said, ‘Yeah, wow. And I’m going to show him to you right now and you let me know what you think.'”

(Before we continue, keep that first highlighted sentence in mind for future reference. I'm going to come back to that later.)

Fortunately, Timothy Zahn was delighted at the show’s approach to the Empire’s imposing blue-skinned Chiss.

“We showed him some of the scenes with him,” Dave Filoni recalls. “He looked like a kid in a candy store. I think it meant a lot to him not just because it was his character, but because you have to imagine what he went through when it was announced that everything is Legends now, not Expanded Universe. I get that and I’ve always appreciated the work that goes into the Expanded Universe… For Tim, I think it was us saying, ‘No, no, no. We really like your character. We want him to be part of the real thing. The canon universe.'”

So in 2016, before we even saw Thrawn in action beyond a trailer, we were told that Zahn gave the OK, and he was chill with the way Thrawn was created in the show. In 2017, he gave a little more of the background of this process in an interview with FANgirl Blog:

The events of Thrawn dovetail closely with Rebels and shed light on some of Thrawn’s more seemingly surprising actions on the show, like when he appears to lose his temper and yell at Lieutenant Lyste. What was it like to see Thrawn come alive onscreen? Is he how you’ve pictured him in your head?

I don’t see my characters in terms of voice or appearance, but rather as personality or attitude. That said, I very much enjoyed the way the Rebels team brought him to life, in his appearance, voice, and actions.

I also appreciated the freedom I had to tweak certain incidents, such as the one you mentioned, and give additional or alternate explanations for the viewers who may have thought those were somewhat out of character for him.

He doesn't really elaborate on this, but we can assume he had SOME creative input on Thrawn's character, and he was overall pretty happy with the choices made in the show.

But then, we have this from that earlier 2017 the Verge article:

When did you learn that Dave Filoni was intending to bring Thrawn to Rebels, and did you have any input into how the character would be handled?

[...] I didn’t have any real input into how Thrawn was going to be handled, mainly because the lead time of an animated series is so long that much of season 3 had already been finished. But I trusted Dave and the team to do the character right. After all, why bring him into Rebels if you were going to drastically change him? Having seen the entire season now, I think we can agree that my trust was completely justified.

So... he didn't have "any real input," but was satisfied with it in the end? I guess? I don't know. We're getting into some contradictions now.

The last thing I've got in regards to Rebels is an interview Zahn did with the YouTube channel Star Wars Explained after the finale aired, where he responds to the following:

“So, maybe let's jump over to Rebels for a little bit. Now that it has wrapped up, how do you feel Thrawn was represented in Star Wars: Rebels?”

“They did a really good job—they not only understood the character and how to write for him, but they also understood the meta around how you defeat him. The only way to defeat Thrawn is to throw something at him he can't control, or can't anticipate. Given perfect knowledge and control, Thrawn will always find a way to win. But they understood, this is how you defeat him, these are the things we can use against him... so his portrayal in general, is very good; he's smart, he's anticipating, he's a step ahead of everybody, he's looking at clues and picking up on them, so I was very pleased with how the Rebels team handled the character."

I think these quotes answer many of your questions, so to answer your initial question: If Zhan had been the writer for Rebels, do I think he would have had Thrawn bomb Lothal to bring Ezra out?

Yes—but ONLY because at that point, the only established™️ Thrawn content was found in Legends, where Thrawn was a ruthless and calculating warlord.

However!

I do believe that if given the chance to re-write the Star Wars: Rebels finale using his now-canon novels as a solid background TODAY, Zahn would choose to not let Thrawn bombard Lothal's Capital City.

I believe this because he made one single very interesting creative choice when writing Thrawn that completely overwrote Thrawn's pre-established Rebels character: Thrawn was not responsible for the civilian deaths on Batonn—Pryce was.

And that's that on that.

A few months ago I would have ended it there, but today, Thrawn's story is no longer just contained in the novels and Rebels, but also in that of The Mandalorian.

This is where I will proudly say I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Before The Jedi aired, I was 100% sure that the next time we saw Thrawn, it would be nowhere NEAR the Empire, because Zahn was pretty adamant in the novels that Thrawn was only in the Empire to help. His. People.

So now he's apparently doing fuck-knows-what in fuck-knows-where and is STILL associated with the Seventh Fleet and Imperial Warlords???

Huh??? Despite the fact that he held no true loyalty to the Empire or to the Emperor??? It's been months and I'm still confused as fuck. Add to the fact that Zahn also doesn't know what the fuck is going on to the equation and we get a big fat question mark with one pretty clear answer that Filoni said himself that we have to keep in mind:

"We, of course, can do what we want with a character that Lucasfilm owns."

So I don't think Zahn has much control over Thrawn as we would all like to think. We can hope he gives us the crazy Thrawn and Ezra Space Adventure™️ novel all we want, but ultimately, Thrawn's fate does not rest in his hands.

If you guys have more to add please let me know!!! This is, obviously, a topic I am very passionate about, so I'd love to hear your thoughts!

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