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c-jay-s-text-posts-only · 11 months

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A Shameless Comfort

Written with permission from @alexadru

Jaune had been having a bad day.

Nothing had gone right; he’d gotten a pop quiz in Oobleck’s class, fell asleep in Port’s class, and lost another match to Cardin in Goodwitch’s class.

Usually, these kinds of things wouldn’t bother him at all. He would bounce back and smile again by dinner time, and tomorrow, he'd start over, fresh and new.

But today was different.

Somehow, Jaune just couldn’t pick himself back up this time.

It had happened before, and usually, he kept to himself until one of his sisters found him.

But his sisters weren’t here . . .

He left them behind . . .

. . .

He was alone . . .

. . .

At times, Jaune could bounce back without any help, and at least he could convince himself that it would all be okay.

Once again, it seemed today was different.

Having been surrounded by the giants of his year, like Ruby, Weiss, Pyrrha, and even Nora, he felt as if he was the biggest letdown.

Like an anchor . . .

. . .

A sham . . .

. . .

A failure . . .

. . .

His teammates were in their dormitory.

He knew they’d be happy to see him, but he wasn’t ready to face them.

Not yet.

He tried taking deep breaths to calm himself, but that didn’t help much. He tried faking his smile and checking it in his scroll camera, but it didn’t look real enough. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked.

So, there he stayed. Waiting behind the door, and too ashamed to be seen.

Eventually, Jaune became too upset with himself and wound up sitting with his back against the wall, knees drawn up, and his head buried in his hands.

Jaune sat there for some time, stewing; just drowned enough not to hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

By the time he did, they came to a stop right in front of him; Jaune looked up.

He knew those riding boots.

He raised his head, a piercing, red pair of eyes met his faltering gaze.

Standing ahead of him, dressed in her casual clothes, was Charlotte Gelé Franke, the girl down the hall. She'd been enamored with him since the term began, when they first locked eyes.

She was a year older than Jaune, and in spite of that, her intentions with him were entirely clear.

Charlotte always made sure she displayed affection to Jaune, but only ever did so to him. Whether it be by pressing herself up against his front or back or by quite bluntly sitting in his lap whenever he dropped his guard.

Jaune never understood why she would, but he never complained. Who was he to stop her?

How was he to stop her?

His friends often made a fuss about it whenever they saw, though, so he never knew what to think. It seemed she damn-near begged him to accept and return her feelings, something everyone else found disgusting.

Weiss did especially - Charlotte was her half-sister after all.

Jaune, of course, didn't really buy into her charade - if that indeed was what it was. He could never tell if she was joking or not.

But looking deep into her eyes right here and now, Jaune couldn’t see that same Charlotte standing in front of him.

He was surprised when he noticed; there were no signs of lust in her expression, she just looked . . . sad.

Concerned . . .

‘That's a new look . . .’ Jaune thought to himself.

Charlotte shook her head, knelt down, and delicately cradled Jaune’s chin in her hand. Then she clasped his hand and guided him up to his feet; she was taller than Weiss, but not by a lot - Jaune had never really noticed this before.

He'd been paying more attention to how she was acting just then, so Jaune didn’t realise where Charlotte had taken him until too late.

Her team’s dormitory.

The room was empty, save for the furniture: the beds, a few chairs, and a desk for writing. Charlotte had spruced up her own quarter of the room, being allowed to utilise her own furnishings.

The softness of Charlotte’ touch remained as she very smoothly coaxed him to her bed, sitting him down on her silky, black bed sheets.

Almost out of instinct and mostly out of resignation, he surrendered. Jaune began to shakily undress himself. He peeled off his chest plate, arm and elbow guards, his gloves, and his shoulder pads. Then he took another shakey breath and prepared to strip.

But just as he made to take his belts off, Charlotte caught his wrist, and Jaune stopped to look at her.

The look on her face was sober, and she shook her head again.

"Sit still." Charlotte spoke at last.

Jaune just obeyed, not taking his eyes off her. It occurred to him only then that Charlotte hadn’t been flirting. Nor had said anything dirty to him.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t said much of anything since she found him.

She hadn’t sat down next to him on the bed either. She was still standing. Tentatively, she closed the gap between them, reached into his personal space, and took his head into her hands.

Jaune almost felt like an ancient artifact under the very careful study of archaeologists. Charlotte brushed her thumb against the side of his nose and pulled him into her chest.

Jaune didn’t know what to think until he felt a soft pair of lips press themselves comfortingly into the crown of his head. They didn't reach his scalp, but he felt them in his hair.

Not too rough.

Just gentle enough.

One hand stayed on his cheek, while the other encircled the back of his head, her fingers brushing through his hair.

Almost at once, Jaune felt as if he'd been taken home, the clock turning back to sweep him into the comforting embrace of someone who really cared.

. . .

Mom . . .

. . .

Mary . . .

. . .

Saphron . . .

. . .

He couldn’t hold back anymore now; his jaw was trembling, and his eyes stung. With a sniffle and a cough, he wrapped his arms around Charlotte’s waist and properly began to cry.

Her arms tightened around him. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, and his eyes became red and puffy, but Charlotte kept holding him as close as she could, not worrying if his tears might stain her outfit.

"Let it out, Darling." She wooed, "You're safe here."

Surreal . . .

It was the only word to describe what was happening.

Charlotte was bad-mouthed, bad-tempered, and very dirty-minded around everyone; the way she was acting now reminded him only too much of his mother and how close he’d been to her before he went away - she was the only one in his life who seemed to truly understand him.

Now, Charlotte Gelé Franke looked nothing like her, Jaune’s mother was taller, had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and her skin was medium tanned. Charlotte wasn’t like that at all; she was shorter, her long black hair fell past her hips, and her skin was porcelain.

But Jaune didn’t care.

It was close enough for him.

A few minutes later, and Jaune had calmed down enough; he stopped crying, and raised his head to look up at Charlotte.

Still, she didn’t look hungry for him, she just looked relieved.

Thankful.

For a moment, Jaune felt bad for thinking the way he had about her.

He wasn’t sure what to say now, if nothing else, he should say he was sorry. All the same, he wanted to know what she was up to.

“Charlotte, I-” He tried.

But Charlotte put a finger to his lips, effortlessly silencing him.

“My Darling, you don’t have to say anything.” She shushed him sweetly, “I’m not gonna do anything to you.”

“You're not?” Jaune was taken aback,

“Of course I'm not.” Charlotte promised, pressing her lips into his forehead, “I can see how much you're hurting right now.”

“Bu- but- . . . but why?” Jaune couldn’t understand, “You always go for what you want, never hold back . . . not when you want something . . . you could probably do whatever you wanted to me right now, and I wouldn’t try to stop you . . .”

That was the truth.

He didn’t have the energy to argue with her at the moment. But Charlotte didn’t make a move all the same. Instead, she massaged the back of his head, rubbing circles into it almost as if she was petting a dog she loved.

“That’s not what you need right now.” Her tone was soft, much softer than Jaune had ever heard from her, “Not from me. And not from anyone else. So, no. I’m not going to do anything to you. I’m just going to hold you, wait for you to smile again.”

Jaune’s eyebrow twitched, and his heart beat a little harder.

Was this real?

Was this really happening?

“I want you to fall for me when we’re at our best.” She explained, “That way, we’ll want to stay together when we’re at our worst.”

Jaune blinked.

The logic was sound.

Charlotte got onto the bed, laying them both down together; she wrapped her arms around him one more time. Jaune was nervous at first until she felt her patting his head again.

“Besides that, I can respect consent.” She lightly tapped him on the nose and winked, “It’s not like I’m some fucking skank who’d take a chance like this to worm her way in when you’re so vulnerable and defenceless.”

Her tone changed, and she now looked a little upset.

“Only a bitch would play a move like that.” Charlotte nearly spat, “Manipulation at its finest, the coward’s way . . . it's Some Pig's way . . .”

She very quickly calmed down and gently, pressed her lips into his hair, then brushed them over his brow and sat up, looming over him to get a good look at his face.

“I promise,” She insisted, “All I want right now is for you to feel better.”

Jaune was speechless.

Charlotte really cared about him. And all of him.

She cared about his feelings, who he was, what he wanted to do . . .

All of it . . .

Every doubt washed away, and at last, Jaune understood. Now, he didn’t feel he needed to avoid her; she was like an angel, though fallen from grace if Weiss was to hear about it.

It sounded like Charlotte realised her mistake in pursuing him before and doing what she could to make things right for herself, and for him too.

Again, Jaune’s jaw trembled. The weight lifting off his shoulders, he relaxed and leaned into her warmth.

"Charlotte . . ." He breathed shakily, "Thank you."

Hoping not to start crying all over again, Jaune pulled her in as close as he could, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Charlotte smiled.

"You know I'd do it all for you." She gave him a mantlan smooch, "But you know . . ."

She trailed off into a nearly ominous pause. It made Jaune feel a bit nervous.

"Yeah?" For a moment, Jaune wasn't sure he wanted to hear what she might have planned,

"I hope you know I won't be taking it easy on you after today." Smirked Charlotte, "As soon as you're back to your old self again, I'm coming for you."

"Eh?" Jaune croaked,

"Once you're outta this funk of yours?" She continued, "It's on. I'm catching your sweet-sweet ass."

Jaune sighed, and it turned into a quiet chuckle.

"Okay." He relented,

"I'm not kidding, I will." Charlotte sounded pettish, "So you watch yourself."

Jaune thought it was funny. His chuckle became a giggle, but before he could really get into it, Charlotte broke the hug.

"What?" Jaune was confused.

Charlotte gazed at him, her piercing gaze softening to a pleasant gander as she wrinkled her nose.

"And there it is." She cooed sweetly,

"What?" Jaune wanted to know, "What's there?"

Charlotte's thumb skimmed his cheek.

"That smile." She told him.

Jaune blushed harder than ever, but his expression didn't change. He kept on twinkling, flustered, but content.

“That beautiful, handsome smile.” Once again, she pressed her lips into his forehead.

Jaune couldn't say anymore now. He just kept on smiling and hugged Charlotte close.

Shameless, though she tended to be, it felt good to be with her.

Especially now.

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss gele #bleiss schnee #rwby blackguard #i have a whole plot #for this chick #also it should be clear #I love Jaune as a character #i hope you know that #by now

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ranposgirlboss · 1 year

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i am out for blood, in fact

Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang, the thunder to my lightning, the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His ethereal beauty is stunning and mesmerizing. I pray each and every night to catch a glimpse of him in my dreamscape. I love you, Scaramouche.

#scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaranation #kms #genshin #genshin impact #me when #yup #i made this JUST FOR YOU MAYO #JUST FOR YOU #I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT #yes i am insane #Scaramouche is my reason to live and my reason for being. The yin to my yang #the thunder to my lightning #the paint to my canvas. I cannot perceive a world without Scaramouche. My love for him is far too great for words to possibly express. His #justiceforjared

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autumnalmess · 16 days

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can i pls hear about Anarchical scoffer (over by the printers) 🙏🏻🙏🏻

RIGHT this one might be my favorite of them all

The title is, of course, from the brick (bar the obvious part):

It's a funny, fairly lighthearted, modern era fic set in a nondescript office where nobody knows what on earth they actually do (think the office, think the thick of it but with less politics).

This is where the Amis (bar Grantaire) work their survival jobs (a job someone does to earn money whilst they work towards the thing they actually want to do e.g. proper activism, setting up an organization). And it's completely inspired by the fact that today if you finished higher education after moving away from your family, even with a fairly wealthy background, with the cost of rent and housing prices in the city, it would near bankrupt you if you tried to organize large-scale activism on top of it. So there's no way the Amis would be able to just amble about jobless. THUS, wouldn't it be just fucking hilarious if they worked in a completely depressing office to get by.

Enjolras argues with his manager at least four times a week, jehan doesn't understand the concept of a dress code, and bossuet has no fucking idea how to work the photocopier.

Grantaire just stumbles in one day, pisses off Enjolras in the break room, and leaves as if he hasn't just thrown Enjolras into a possibly life-altering grump that no one can seem to work out the cause of. Hint, it's gay.

This fic is all the relationships ever. It's so enjoltaire, so courferre, so possibly courfius, so JBM, so Jehan doesn't even have to try to get bitches, and literally anything else you want, it's whatever

Of course there's angst, of course there's drama, but most of all it's just a riot (pun x)

Have a snippet:

“Besides,” Courfeyrac was saying, clattering through the shelf of mugs for the one with his name on it, “how do you not have a boyfriend? You're pretty enough.” Enjolras shrugged, sipping his tea. Courfeyrac watched him for a moment, considering. Then a dangerous glint alighted in his eye and a smirk slipped across his lips.

“Or was that him just now?” He said, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Enjolras almost inhaled his tea. “Wh- hold on a minute!” he spluttered. But, marking Enjolras’ stammering, Courfeyrac was already leaping to his own conclusions. Before Enjolras could struggle through a sentence detailing how ‘not what it looks like’ the situation was, Courfeyrac’s face split into a grin. “Oh my God, was that actually him?!” he said, craning his neck to peer down the corridor, as if Grantaire's retreating form would somehow still be visible. “Alright, first of all,” Enjolras was saying very seriously, tugging Courfeyrac by his sleeve away from the doorway, “I literally just saw him for the first time ever today, and it was for less than two minutes-” “You're actually blushing!” Courfeyrac gazed at him in amazement. “I'm- I'm not!” cried Enjolras indignantly. Alas. He was. Courfeyrac gave an odd shriek and traipsed off down the corridor towards the rest of his colleagues, with Enjolras in hot pursuit. “Courfeyrac! You better not bring this in there, or-!” But before Enjolras could describe – in hideous detail – all manner of death threats he could clearly never pull off, the door to the main office was flung open, and fifty-odd pairs of eyes floated up from their computers with vague curiosity. The whole room was wrapped in an unnerving hush, broken only by the sound of clattering keyboards, studious muttering, and the ringing and answering of phones. Enjolras shut his mouth abruptly, furious at the way his face would not cool down from the conspicuous pink it had adopted. He was absently aware of Courfeyrac’s amused gawking, and the way his mouth quirked with stifled giggles. “I have never seen you like this!” Courfeyrac murmured in amazement, shaking his head ever so slightly. “You're completely blushing!” Enjolras glared daggers at him and muttered through gritted teeth, “No. Shut up. Don't fucking-” “Who's blushing?” Musichetta interrupted, appearing beside them, bored by her strenuous day of playing solitaire and filing her nails. “Enjolras,” Courfeyrac said smugly, and loudly enough that at least ten of the nearest desks could hear him. Enjolras wanted to burn the place to the ground. It seemed – from the heat of his face – that his body might be trying to do just that. Joly glanced up from his desk, the one nearest the door, his eyebrows creased in confusion. “So he is. I've not seen you blush before, Enjolras.” “Did he see a really big spreadsheet?” Feuilly asked with a smirk. If he hadn’t respected him so much, Enjolras would have shot Feuilly a murderous look. “It was a boy,” said Courfeyrac, putting on an air of nonchalance that almost hid how utterly thrilled he was to be the one to convey the news. “Look, it was not like tha-” Enjolras began, but was rudely interrupted by the enormous clatter of Combeferre dropping the handset of his telephone onto the table. More eyes glanced up from their workstations. Combeferre had adopted a frankly comical expression – eyes wide and horrified, nose scrunched in disbelief. “You…what?!” He stage-whispered, blinking in bewilderment. “Because of-...?” Courfeyrac – because he was a good boyfriend, and apparently also because he wanted Enjolras to suffer – read Combeferre's mind and finished his sentence with a smug little giggle. “Because of a boy…” he nodded solemnly, biting his lips to contain his grin.

#oh boy i cant wait until ive finished this so i can post it #unfortunately its like nowhere near done #but i will keep you updated #this is my baby #i hope you know that #les mis #les miserables #les misposting #enjoltaire #courferre #les amis de l'abc

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life-of-kalos · 11 months

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@askdeoxys I’m not very good at putting my feelings to words BUT I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you and enjoy your content! You’re such a big part in the community, I envy how you pull everyone together and make it feel so warm. When I was still deciding if I should come back to the poke ask community, I found your blog and loved all of the humor. The way you come up with such funny moments is amazing to me, and I always look forward to what’s next! I even have your blog set to alert me whenever you post 👉👈

Anyway, I cherish you and am honored you think so highly of me! We might not have known each other for long but I absolutely consider you a friend ❤️

#fan art #deoxys #askdeoxys #bluedoodles #faf #you’ve been a huge inspiration to me from the start #I hope you know that #also #I FUKIM LOVE THE WAY DEOXYS LAUGHS #when I first saw it I was ROLLING #A+ CHARACTER #AND A+++ MOD #much love ❤️

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gayvampyr · 1 year

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one of the more annoying anti-piracy takes i’ve heard is “but the creators/artists will lose money” when the people that made it have already been paid and were hired by a larger corp that’s definitely not hurting for money

#like any additional money you pour into those products are not going to the artists #i hope you know that #text post

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charliethinks · 4 months

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is it disrespectful to say this? but I can't even call him "my dad" anymore. it feels so wrong. he never cared for me, even when I was little he just yelled and called me names because that's what he knows. he was never "a dad", he never deserved that title and he never will.

#I hate you so much #I hope you know that #you did me so much pain

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dumblr · 1 year

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It's not my intention to impress you no, I want to make you feel something you will never forget for the rest of your life.

#quotes #feelings #emotions #love #romantic quotes #love quotes #feel something #thoughtful #wise words #something special #wishful thinking #i hope you know that #intension #impressive #dumblr

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orchids-roses · 2 months

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ermmmmm oopsie, omens art on mostly homestuck related account? waoh!

#oopsie omens #art #digital art #good omens #jophiel #this new update killed me #i hope you know that #thank you #oopsie!omens

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fandomfairyuniverse · 3 months

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He got him gloves with his name on them that is so cute

#babe #you are absolutely adorable #I hope you know that #pit babe #pit babe the series

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pagodazz · 3 months

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OKAYYY,,, SOO I HEARD THAT YOU MIGHT WANT PEOPLE TO ASK MORE

Soo,, I ask of you

Evan headcanons

:] not forced though !!

YAYAYAYAY!!! MY FAVVV GUY IN EVERRR, I have so many thoughts about him please forgive me if I ramble on and on.

Evan Myers is deeply misunderstood. Like, you all can talk about how you love him and how hot he is, but none of you ever seem to grasp his story and just how complex and beautiful it is. It's so insanely tragic.

And I don't just mean the fact he ate his own friends and child either. Don't get me wrong, of course that is a major part of his story, but ITS ONLY A PART OF A MUCH MUCH BIGGER THING.

He has so much to offer, so much to give, he's full of so much love, only to be possessed by something who is so hateful.

The conflicting thoughts he must of had in his head, the nights he probably spent very wide awake holding head in his hands just repeatedly hitting himself trying to to knock out the poisonous words HABIT is feeding him.

Knowing Evan, he's going to act like he's completely fine the next day, and of course, Vinnie will always be the one to notice. And Vinnie will always get Evan to open to him and he'll do anything to distract Evan from his thoughts.

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To me, Evan is a really confident yet deeply insecure guy. he's really good at deflecting his feelings by using humour, even if he's aware he's doing it or not.

He's set up basically an invisible border to get through, If you're able to kick past all the the jokes he makes you can see how deeply he's hurting and how much the things in his life affect him.

But even though he's got this sadness in him, he's VERY MUCH SO A PARTY GUY.

He's the life any party, everyone will always have their eyes on him, he will always be doing something to make someone laugh or to make them swoon, he's just that kind of guy.

He's like the type of guy to grab his friends by the hands and force them to dance with him in the kitchen even though there's absolutely no music going on.

He'd probably say something like, "You just gotta feel it man."

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I think Evan himself is a violent man. especially after years of being inHABITED, I think his brain struggles to separate his own thoughts from habits sometimes, he still has deep internal blood lust, something that can only be soothed by taking the life of the one who wronged him.

That being said, I don't think he enjoys that part of himself AT ALL. to the point where I think he would start trying not to touch things out of fear of destroying it or killing it.

Like say you gave Evan before everything started a kitten, he would be silly with it and mess with it.

But if you gave Evan AFTER everything went down a kitten??? he's gonna hold it like he's never held one in his life. He's gonna look at it with wide eyes, That sweet innocent life on his face, Evan doesn't want to see that go away again, hes almost never in control of his body, but he's always left with the memories. He'd basically force you to take the kitten back before he could accidentally cause harm.

I also think that this applies to people too, we see him being very very affectionate with his friends in the beginning, but later on, of course we don't get that. If anything, the most him and Vinnie can do is sit side by side.

They both would ache for some kind of affection but, Evan is afraid of hurting him and sometimes, Vinnie is a little afraid of getting hurt.

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I believe that of course like most other slenderverse characters, he has horrific night terrors. But I personally think that his might just have some of the worst.

His nightmares probably include the things HABIT has done to his many victims, and it's probably in extreme vivid detail too.

It's enough to wake him up sweating and running to the bathroom because the shit is so horrific it makes him sick.

Usually after those nightmares he'll take a cold shower and he'll go to the kitchen and get water and he'll most likely be met by Vinnie who hasn't slept yet, and they'll end up talking on the couch until Evan passes out next to Vinnie. Being next to another person probably brings him alot of comfort. (even if the man he finds comfort in is betraying him.)

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in a good world if the baby lived and slenderman wasn't around, I think that Evan and Steph's relationship probably would not have worked out in the end and Evan would be the best single dad he could be.

I think he'd have his own apartment and he'd throw away each cent of his paycheck to his rent and to spoiling his daughter.

Of course Evan wouldn't be raising her alone, Steph would still be around and they'd be best friends, just not lovers. (Steph is a lesbian, and she's in love with Jessa ‹𝟹) And I think Evan would of course have Vinnie and Jeff to help.

I think they'd actually all be roommates, considering their house is actually one, it just seems right to not separate them.

Evan needs his guys and they need him.

I also think he's just got that divorced dad energy, where he's pulling up blaring his dad rock and he's gonna drive too fast and recklessly, and he's gonna go to a gas station to get food instead of stopping at some fancy restaurant, but it's still one of the nicest times anyone could ever have.

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PLEASE I HAD SO MUCH MORE I COULD'VE SAID. I LOVE HIM BAD. I JUST. yeah.... so I don't talk too much.

#everymanhybrid #emh #slenderverse #evan myers #vinnie emh #jeff emh #steph emh #🐍 ⦻#ethan rants 🐍#hes so perfect to me guys.#i hope you know that #hcs

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