#Kinda hoarded this message

[marvelingjules]

Hey. Hey Anon.

Thank you. 🥰

#Jules replies #*hoards message in my inbox* #the therapist thing is still kinda new! I only had my second appt earlier this month #but I’m really hoping it’ll help me work through some things

[steddietogo]

Steddie grammys au part 2

Part 1

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Steve is texting Eddie Munson via the private message function on instagram. Because that's just the kinda shit that happens to him now. One day he's at the Grammys doing his job and the next, the lead guitarist/lyricist of a famous rock band is following his instagram account (Dustin and Robin had lost their collective minds) which is full of dorky pictures of him with a group of high schoolers, his cat and Robin. And that one picture of Robin and him at pride, posing with a lesbian and pansexual pride flag respectively.

His follower count has also gone up by couple extra thousands and there are a couple DMs from people he's never heard of, saying some unsavoury things about him. It's all very intense and dramatic. Needless to say, his account is private now.

The thing is, Steve has been flirted with during interviews before, he's a good looking guy and he knows it. It's just never happened with an international rockstar before—then immediately went viral for the entire world to see.

Didn't peg you as a cat person Stevie

Then there is the other thing. Eddie Munson flirting with him in his DMs. Which kinda sorta makes him forget how to be a person. Steve Harrington is nothing if not a people person, always knows the right thing to say. But with Eddie he barely just manages, no sign of the alleged lover boy he had been in his high school years. Eighteen year old Steve would cry if he could see the bland ass conversation he's having about his cat of all things.

I'm not

He just barged into my house one day and refused to leave

Eddie is hot, and rich and famous. Did he mention hot, because he is. Painfully so. Steve will never forget his all black ensemble at the Grammys where he had been standing a foot away from Steve in his bejewelled suit jacket with nothing underneath it.

Point is, Eddie is intimidating. He seems so far away with his rockstar status and the hoards of fans worshipping him like he's their god. What could Eddie Munson possibly want from Steve Harrington?

Would you like to get dinner sometime?

Eddie's latest text is staring up at him like its going to jump out of his phone and attack him. Its too late to ditch and run, Eddie knows Steve has seen it so he needs to come up with a response. Soon. So Steve does the only reasonable thing and barges into Robin's room at ass o'clock in the morning.

"Say yes Dingus!" Robin says, after kicking him in the shin for waking her up.

"But—" she silences him with another well placed kick.

"Listen, no one who just wants to bang you asks you about the shitty retail job you had in high school, Steven. Even if he only wants to sleep with you, you're gonna get a fun night out of it and like bragging rights or something," He supposes she’s right. Eddie did seem very interested in Steve’s personal life. He really did hope it is a date though. If only he has the balls to actually ask him.

"I'd be so jealous of you right now if I liked men, so get out of your head and go have some fun. Now get the fuck out and let me sleep,"

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Eddie picks an upscale rooftop bar with private seating and a breathtaking view. He's there sitting at the booth half an hour before their scheduled meet up time out of nerves.

Eddie sometimes hates that his public image takes precedence when people meet him. The truth is that he is a little bit of a loner. Never got the point of physical intimacy without a connection no matter how much people tend to think he's the type of person to have a different person warming his bed each night.

It makes dating so hard when the perception of Eddie the rockstar doesn't line up with who Eddie the person really is. Eddie rarely even takes the first step anymore. It took the combined ragging of his entire band for him to even gather the courage to message Steve.

"Hey," a voice greets him from behind.

Steve is here. And Steve is an enigma. An ex high school jock who used to babysit a bunch of middle schoolers. He's so full of delicious contradictions and dry humor and it's impossible not to like him the more he learns about him.

But there’s still the question of what Steve expects of him that Eddie dreads a little. Above all, Eddie just wants Steve to like Eddie the person so badly.

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“A fire extinguisher,” Eddie’s eyebrows are somewhere up in his bangs.

“Yep,”

“Against an armed robber,”

“I swear I had grey hairs at seventeen because of those kids,” Steve knows how sappy and fond his voice sounds when he talks about the kids. It’s never been something he could help.

The night’s been going a lot better that Steve had expected. Eddie is funny, and dramatic and it’s hard not to feel giddy from the attention he utterly devotes to Steve. They have a nice dinner, and exchange stores over drinks and it’s feels like a real date. Steve can practically hear Robin in his head telling him to stop being such a dingus and overthinking everything.

They go quite for a second, Eddie suspiciously focused on his drink when Steve feels his boot nudge against his shoe. Steve nudges back and soon instigates a game of footsie neither of them acknowledge above the table. It ends with Eddie’s foot trapped between Steve’s ankles and a faint rise of colour in his cheeks as he takes a comically large gulp from his drink. It’s just adorable.

"Can I kiss you?" The words are out of Steve’s mouth before he even realises it. Before he could beat himself up about it, Eddie turns a slightly worrying shade of crimson but he's nodding and thats all Steve needs before he is leaning over the table.

It's nice, it's really fucking sweet and not at all how he had expected Eddie to kiss, but Steve is quickly learning that nothing about Eddie is what it seems like. The kiss is all soft presses of their lips, wet, languid slides of tongue at the seams of his mouth. Steve feels a little dizzy when he pulls away and drops back into his seat, happy grins mirrored in both their faces.

———

Its a couple months after that when Eddie starts trending again. He posts a picture taken by Gareth, post show as he lays on top of Steve on the couch. Steve has his arms around him, lips pressed to his gross, sweaty hair.

Caption says: Happy birthday to my sweetheart <3

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #stranger things fanfiction #steddie grammys edition #mine #it’s currently 3.30 am #I’ll tag everyone who asked tomorrow #imma sleep now #enjoy

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Idia Shroud - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned: It hits so different when the real deal's right in front of me! I can feel my power level rising just by basking in these creators' true art!!

Summon Line: Phone's switched off while in the museum. I don't gotta worry about the daily missions on my mobile games, since I've cleared them all already. 'K, time to get going.

Groooovy!!: Everyone has a weakness or two. Obviously, that includes immortal heroes, too... Heehee.

Home: 100 years, not bad...

Home Idle 1: I can basically draft up designs and blueprints of tech systems using software, but when it comes to actually doing art... Basically, I'm more of a read-only type lurker.

Home Idle 2: That sleepy looking King of Beasts painting kind of reminds me of Leona-shi. Especially how it looks like he could pounce at any moment despite looking like he's not paying any attention.

Home Idle 3: I was surprised that I could buy whatever design of postcards I wanted from the shop. I'm so used to it just being something like 3 random cards in a pack out of a possible 50 or whatever...

Home Idle - Login: Hoards of art made by top-tier artists! Seeing it live is just a whole different sensation! Time'll just fly by here... I wonder if I can see 'em all.

Home Idle - Groovy: Crazy how Silver-shi can just spam the "praise" button over and over again without any charge time needed... I got no defenses on how to deal with this sort of thing.

Home Tap 1: If everything in life could be fixed just by singing Hakuna Matata, then I'd be a bright little extrovert by now...

Home Tap 2: I thought there was some sort of sparkling statue at the entrance to the cafe, but it was just Vil-shi checking out the menu.

Home Tap 3: So, it's true, then, that Ace-shi's got super nimble fingers? Not fair at all that on top of being a smooth-talker, he's also got that kinda dexterity.

Home Tap 4: This fit... It's way to shimmery for a gloomy guy like me... Eh, it works? U-Uh huh... Okay.

Home Tap 5: What do you want? If you want to try to get in the way of my nerd out, you're just asking to get your forehead flicked! And I'll be the one who has to do the flick... I bet you feel bad now, huh?

Home Tap - Groovy: C-Can you help me carry the merch I got from the shop to the storage lockers? Th-Thx... I'll grab you a coffee later.

Duo: [IDIA]: Silver-shi, thx. [SILVER]: Aye, Idia-senpai!

Birthday Login Message: Siiiigh... As expected, I didn't win a greeting from Premo's birthday present campaign. Looks like, as always, I'm just a poor soul that'll only get birthday wishes from my family and my games... EEK!? WHEN DID YOU GET HERE!? Eh, you came to wish me a happy birthday? I-Is that so...? Well, thanks. Wheehee.

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #silver #twst idia #twst silver #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: leona #mention: vil #mention: ace

[ghostaholics]

I had a dream about your enemies with benefits ghost x reader where the reader had a cryptic pregnancy. She kinda just doubled over in pain randomly and BOOM. Baby.

HE'S A LETHAL PERFECTIONIST TO THE CORE: rigid expectations impressed upon everyone; it's what makes him a first-rate soldier – grit factor and an appetite for excellence in everything he does.

(The thing is, Ghost doesn't make mistakes.

Of course, there's a first time for everything.)

It's chaos walking in Bangladesh, guerrilla warfare against an AQ cell weaseled away in Dhaka because the shiteheads have business with the organized crime bosses here. It's a city jam-packed with civilians, innocent lives. No open-fire allowed. A place like this means guerrilla warfare. Hit-and-run tactics. God knows he's not trying to start an international incident by blowing up half the bloody capital.

Cloak-and-dagger: they're picked off one-by-one. It takes a full day. A mess to be cleaned up, and he does it exceptionally well.

Ghost doesn't get any reports outside of the mission until he relays his total kill count.

"Good work," Laswell radios in. "We need you on the first flight to Oslo."

He lets out a slow exhale while jumping into the driver's seat of the vehicle he commandeered a couple blocks over. Time to make his way to the airport, then. They need his back-up. He knows what that means. But he's not going to think about the fact that the rest of the One-Four-One are there for a completely different ops and whether things have gone south if they're calling him in. He was supposed to be their fallback plan. "Everything solid?"

"It's Mav."

His grip around the steering wheel tightens. If he starts speeding through the streets, then he doesn't notice, too tuned in to the conversation at hand. "Fill me in."

"Landed herself in the hospital."

Again? Christ. It's the second visit in six months. He was there for the first one. Damn near had to stop the bloody doctors from calling out her time of death. Fuckin' tossers.

"What's the damage?"

"Well—"

"Alive?"

"Yes," she says quickly.

"Then quit beating around the bush. The hell's wrong with her?"

"All in one piece. Just get here when you can."

Right, so no helpful answers from the Station Chief. And Ghost tries to contact the others, but gets the same fucking silence. Not Price, not Gaz, not even Soap who always answers just to take every opportunity over the comms to blather about anything and everything in real time. He's not sure why he's being kept in the dark like this, but it's definitely putting him on edge.

The only other message he receives from Laswell: Oslo University Hospital. He'd combed the website for information in between stoplights. It'll do, he supposes. Their services don't seem subpar, which at any rate sounds far better than fucking Moscow; he still gets sick thinking about it.

So he checks in, gets his visitor badge. It's a whole ordeal that takes a lot longer than he likes. They tell him what floor, what room. That's the Gyneacology and Obstetrics Wing. He triple-checks, making sure nothing gets lots in translation; doesn't sound right to him, but he'll tear up the place later if they gave him the wrong directions. He memorized the hospital layout already; it'll take him approximately three minutes utilizing the right staircase, or seven minutes if he wants to take his sweet-fucking-time with the elevators.

"Our gift shop is around the corner," they tell him in a thick Norwegian accent before he makes his exit.

Odd.

She doesn't like flowers or cards or sentimental things anyways. Calls them impractical. Would rather hoard his jackets or other belongings of his that she finds useful, so the gift shop would be a waste.

When Ghost finally gets to where he needs to be, 2 minutes and 45 seconds later (skipped every other step just to shave off time), he finds everyone sans Mav waiting outside the room. It's not a happy reunion, despite Soap's grin. Everyone's intact, nobody's dead or anything that would excuse their silence during his trip from Bangladesh. Ghost is extremely unimpressed with their lack of communication and promises that he'll deal with their sorry arses later before shoving his way through the door.

—only to be met with the sight of her sitting up in bed, a tiny newborn bundled in her arms.

... whose fucking baby is that?

And when his eyes snap up to hers, she's glaring at him with a positively seething look that could kill.

#I’d like to preface that I don’t think they’d have kids #but if they do it is a hostile affair #I promise I only use tiny font and third person for headcanons and stuff #reader's callsign is maverick #i did not check for spelling errors tbh #ewb simon lives in my head rent free #💌 𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘹: 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ #𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴!𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯

[niki-phoria]

adding him to my list of men who are WAY too old for me that i simp for anyways he's at least twice my age skeoneo

pairing: leon x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 735

warnings: blood, mentions of stitches, mention of guns/shooting, probably ooc leon

includes: kinda friends to lovers, had an idea of helping leon when gets hurt and RAN with it lmao

summary: taking care of leon when he gets hurt

a/n: i am 20 mins into re4 but i'm gonna post this anyways pls be nice if he's totally ooc dskdlns

requests open !! read my rules first

“leon!” the man grunts, pressing a hand against the wound in his side. despite the searing pain immediately burning through his body he’s quick to react; raising his gun once again and firing off a few more shots. 

“i’m alright!” you ignore the underlying message of his words as you force your way through the hoard over to him. his protests die on his tongue when you wrap your arm around his waist, leading him along with you as you run out of the building. 

the adrenaline coursing through your body overpowers your worry until you’re surrounded by the tranquil noise of crickets chirping and a small breeze rustling the trees. in the newfound calm, you force leon to sit down against the wall in an abandoned shelter. it’s stuffy - you nearly choke on the dust when the door swings open and grime coats nearly everything left inside - but it’s enough.

without the immediate threat to both of your lives, all of the protests return to leon’s mind. “i’m fine.” 

“you’re not,” you force him back down, gently pushing him so he’s in a more comfortable position. “or you won’t be if you don’t let me help you.” 

“y/n-” 

“leon,” you take a shaky breath to force the air back into your lungs. it does little to calm you, but you know he appreciates your attempt anyway. “you got hurt. you need help. please, let me help you.” 

“okay,” he whispers. 

you nod. “okay.” 

your hands tremble slightly as you push his shirt up, exposing the full extent of the injury. it’s a deep laceration in his left side - something that definitely needs stitches. your breath hitches a little as his blood coats your hands. 

you scramble to grab a spare towel, coating it in alcohol in a poor attempt to sterilize the wound. you hesitate for a second before leon reaches over to grab your hand. “do it.” 

with his conformation, you shakily press the towel down. he grunts as you press it against his side. 

“i’m sorry,” you whisper. he shakes his head, letting you clean his cut as best as you can. he winces a little when you replace his hand with gauze, though he doesn’t say anything. 

“you need stitches,” you murmur, reaching over to tug your bag close enough for you to fish out a bandage and enough supplies to treat leon as best as you can. your nerves only increase as the blood continues to seep through the gauze. 

“hey,” he reaches up, tilting your face so you aren’t staring down at the bloody wound. “it’ll be okay. i trust you.” 

“okay.” your touch is gentle against his side. “this will hurt. i’m sorry.” leon takes a sharp intake of breath as soon as you begin. his hands clench at his sides as you continue. “i’m sorry,” you repeat the words like a mantra; as if apologizing will make up for the pain you know leon is feeling alone. 

he sighs soon as you finish, quickly pulling away and pressing a bandage against the area. you can see the way his shoulders relax when you pull away. you wipe the blood on your hands off on a nearby towel before doing your best to clean leon up. it doesn’t do much, but it’s a comfort in the circumstances. 

“thank you,” he whispers. you look over at him, silently watching as he reaches over to grab your hand. you intertwine your fingers together as leon gently strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. “for helping me.” 

“of course.” you let your head lull onto his shoulder. “i love you.” 

leon turns to look at you as you continue to stare straight ahead at the dirty wall in front of you.“you do?” 

“...i do.” 

he reaches over, coaxing you even closer to press a kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.” 

“you do?” leon chuckles as you move to look up at him. 

“i do.” 

you fall back into silence, though this time there’s no lingering anxiety or fear in the quiet. leon’s hand feels warm in yours. he feels comforting next to you. even when your hands grow clammy from the prolonged contact. even when the temperature drops further as the night progresses. especially when you shift even closer to lean your head against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you into a comfortable sleep.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy one shot #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy scenario #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil x reader #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x y/n #resident evil imagine #resident evil one shot #resident evil drabble #resident evil scenario #resident evil #resident evil leon #tw blood #cw blood #tw blood mention #cw blood mention

[greeniegaes]

Back at it agains with another svsss au im pulling out of my (slightly) sleep deprived brain

Basically yada yada everything happens as normal UP UNTIL the immortal alliance arc. SQQ gets this searing headache and the system just keeps popping up with errors, so while they are all fighting the spider hoard the system just kinda snaps and breaks. SQQ suddenly feels like he’s hit by a truck, his body starting to act like his sickly Shen Yuan body and his cultivation is tying itself into dead knots and every bone in his body feels like it’s locking up. There’s no system to blame for things as he and LBH confront MBJ and he just has to do his hardest to survive with just his spiritual sword.

And then the worse thing happens, Xiu Ya shatters.

SQQ panics at this, continuing to try his best fighting people off and eventually MBJ leaves *hooray* except not really because all the system errors are getting louder and louder in his head, and everything is blue and blaring and he might be bleeding and he can’t understand what LBH is saying even though he is right there, shaking his body and crying.

And then the abyss opens. He suddenly has the choice. He can send LBH, his white little sheep, down there to continue on with the PIDW plot, or he can… not do that.

So he pushes LBH.

Away from him. Away from the abyssal rift, only for him to be the one that falls though. He had prepared various lesson plans, life advice, what skills people to work on and so much more once he got without-a-cure, just incase he slipped up one day and couldn’t protect himself. So SQQ was satisfied as he knew his peak would be taken care of if LBH opened a specific drawer, everyone could still be taught by the hall masters and also have some future help prepared for each of them.

So SQQ let’s himself fall into the abyss, watching his student’s horrified expression as he plummets. He hears the system disconnect from LBH as he falls, all of the glowing blue error messages and pop ups instantly go away and he’s left in the dark as he sinks further and further into the abyss.

Surprisingly, he wakes up. He landed in the same field of flowers that are the reason LBH didn’t die in the original, they are filled with celestial qi in a place meant to be horrible and deadly. The one good thing about this place. He lays there for awhile and lets the plants essence fix up his meridians.

Then he has to experience the same horrifying things the protagonist did in person, fighting off each beast and trying his damn hardest to survive. It takes him a while, fighting and walking his way through what’s practically hell on earth, slaying beasts ten times his size, making sure not to fall into the trappings of demonic plants. He cuts his long hair, he thinks he will never see his peak again, so what do filial ties matter when you’re barely surviving. Sometimes the worse thing is his own mind, he feels a heavy layer of guilt to himself for so willing going along with the system. He sometimes forgets it’s not his fault too, that he was threatened to return to a dead body if he didn’t do as he was supposed to. But he’s happy sometimes too, he goes back to that field of flowers, laying in them and basking in his memories of a happier LBH, a LQG that isn’t dead, a Qing Jing peak full of song and happy healthy students.

He ascends from the abyss that day. He doesn’t know how or why but he wakes up in the same field of flowers, the sky above him no longer a damning black with red cracks seeping light in. it’s blue, soft, it hurts his eyes almost to look at it. It hurts so much but he can’t look away. He picks himself up, looking at all the grime and blood on himself and weeps in relief that he can go home. He hides his face and asks people where he is, somewhere in HHP territories, and begins to make his way back to his sect. Once he gets to his peak he sits down softly at the gate, it’s night time and there haven’t been many people about. He basks in the feeling of being home, leaning his head against the tall bamboo pole as he falls asleep.

He’s glad tomorrow is a new day, when he can see his family and just go back to his life.

(in the years he’s been gone all of CQS has been in some kind of mourning. LBH found all the letters from his shizun and they made all the disciples of QJP weep. Some of them took the advice given and left, some of them stayed and took care of a lordless peak. None of the hall masters or disciples were qualified to step up, and when the issue was raised even the peak lords agreed he shouldn’t be replaced. It was LQG who found him at the gate, going to visit the sword shrine in the bamboo house after an expedition, going to leave another fan to rot at the shrine’s foot. instead he heaved up his shixiong, hair not even reaching his shoulders, hands callused and dirty, and brought him back to the bamboo house, waking LBH in the process. Once morning light came everyone would know that their lost peak lord came home, but first they had to get the doctor to make sure he actually got through the night)

#svsss #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #svsss shen qingqiu #svsss au #greeniegaes #text post #alternative universe ideas #scum villian self saving system #scum villain

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

The first batch of pictures for Amoré's character journal are here! Also I have been so super sick that I've literally had nothing to do but to work on this for like almost 2 weeks so...

The cover to cover tour officially starts here. All I can say about the front & back is that I lament my lack of experience with my Cricut when I made these decals. I only had 2 "fun" colors to work with at the time & I was still getting comfortable drawing in Procreate, so my silhouette art leaves a lot to be desired compared to some stuff I've made recently. I also found it's incredibly easy to burn this leather book.

But she's volume one, everything with her is a learning experience, & I realized as much as it helps to have a mini heat press for tight corners & small spaces, the cloth barrier they suggest you use between the vinyl & the iron tends to make things harder to press on this scale. So instead I gotta quickly tap straight on the transfer film & hope I don't burn anything around it :(´◦ω◦｀):ﾟﾟ

So at the risk of thoroughly exposing my inner theater kid, Amoré set the precedent with how I went forward creating campaign characters. I started off collecting 5 songs to make a mini story arc (almost like a show choir set list 🙃) that helps me figure out an outline for the kind of story I wanna give them.

Somehow Amoré ended up with a truly horrendous blend of rock & theatre. Absolutely incredibe. No wonder she's always such a dramatic bitch.

It was a lot easier to go in & add little decals around these lyrics. I'm definitely cursed with the Too Much™ gene, but I enjoy the little pops of color they give ✨ plus it justifies me hoarding all these vinyl scraps printing stuff this small lol.

Stat sheet!

In all honesty, as my first character I had no fucking clue what I was doing when I placed these & if I could go back & change one thing I'd probably swap her Intelligence & her Wisdom. She’s definitely more people smart than book smart.

But everything else is...very accurate. She has all the upper body strength of a chicken nugget. Plus on top of the (already) negative I traded disadvantage on everything DEX for magic crystal shoes that can be periodically harvested. Just a way for her to carry around the family fortune without actually having to return to the vault✨

For something that started so average, her CON became a monster & always comes in clutch for her alcohol tolerance. I've played variations of her across a few different one shots & I always manage to roll well for anything alcohol related. The dice do respect a bit 🤣

Spells on the other hand, I floundered with a lot at first because we’re not a combat heavy game, but then I found Chaos Bolt & that was that. It’s essentially Amoré in spell form & I’ve had a ton of fun with it over the years. Also Mage Armor cuz my girl is SO DISTRESSINGLY SQUISHY.

Cantrips were more or less a bit of a toss up. Message was fun for the sheer idea of her using it to talk shit during social events without being caught. But aside from Light serving fun backstory purposes the other 3 are kinda just what looked fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ unless you count the idea that she would absolutely delight in zapping handshakes.

From there, I wanted to extend the world map made by our wonderful DM @cappierong into a full scroll. Ya know, for the aesthetic ✨

Our campaign started in Civania, where Amoré's main Estate is. I just wanted a quick mock up to reference, so I edited a preexisting picture I found that checked all the boxes (large, on a plateau, accessible only by bridge) and then absolutely smothered it in flowers.

But anyways... This is primarily where Diana & Amoré grew up together in their decade of backstory ✨

There was probably waaaay to much back & forth trying to keep the continuity between stuff I've already drawn & this big reference. But I think it turned out pretty ok? Not like if I make a mistake anyone will really know lol.

Scaling was also another big issue I had, & I moments where I thought something was too big I just kinda handwaved it away like "ehhhhh she's from a stupid rich family." But now I have a NEED to draw baby Diana & Amoré around like, the statue gardens or something cuz I feel like certain parts of this place are definitely ominous 👀 especially for children...

And lastly we have the back cover & the High Noble political relationship map! I normally have this closer to the front but for layout purposes it'll be here. I kinda feel like I need to do more for the decoration of it but I can’t think of anything else to add at the moment.

Sam if u read that no you didn't.

But now! Other than a family portrait that I've always wanted to draw, I think I'm ready to move onto the art for Season 1 : Arc 2. It's a pretty hefty amount of art in comparison to others, so I gotta get busy. Especially since I think I'm gonna have to draw a few comics *sobs*

If you made it this far, thanks so much for reading! I'm always excited to talk out our little idiots so thanks for indulging me ❀(*´▽`*)❀

#duo rong #dungeons and dragons #dnd character scrapbook #duo chronicles #amore bellridge #diana blackthorn if you squint #dnd #dnd character #dnd pc #dnd oc #character creation #character study(?) #dnd backstory #season 1 #dnd art #dnd campaign #campaign art

[raynavan]

it is finally here!! the winners of the @ultimate-submas-tournament first round!! this is. verrry long as I have a bit of (lighthearted!!) commentary on the winners. said commentary is not meant to be offensive, but i just poke fun at the Au's in the running. of course- i highly suggest checking some of them out! all the polls (and therefore the au's in that poll) are linked in the first word of the message beow it. and with that, doodles under the cut.

the Ingo Bracket!

behold the subway boss Ingo! taking down statues! ah... but aren't gargoyles supposed to ward off evil spirits..?

eh, im sure it fine! nothing quite like an never ending cycle ammirite?

dad instincts activated. it was super effective (thank goodness another ghost was there, its pretty hard to punch them) ((though ah... perhaps a bad idea to beat up your dead self..?))

The Actual hero of courage!! purging the land of all poison! even his alternate's poison!!

man actively bleeding out beats up fox man, more at 11.

T-posing (the "T" stands for table) ((joke was made by @/thesilverinfinity thank you!!))

fire beats electricity!! villains for the win!!!

a... fae. a fairy type. destroyed by a... prince that commands (used to command) a dragon... perhaps there is a reason fae Ingo hides in the human world...

who was going to tell him that LTOT ingo isn't even a pokemon technically

bro respawn already you leaks are leaking everywhere- at least the Woodsman can continue his never ending task of gathering oil!

oh right... kid kinda... had the favor of a few gods... good luck ingo!

oh uh... i suppose even lord zoroark isn't immune to pets... (hope warden Akari doesn't find out-)

ooh... probably should have checked you type advantages buddy... at least wormgo knows we all love him even if he's a worm <3

The Emmet Bracket!

the power of sweaters

one might be the eye avatar after looking for answers, the true detective turned out on top!

tfw your just a train conductor in the far past with trauma (and brain trauma) and you get beaten up by another you that is friends with a god.

GET 'EM WITH THE LASER EYES (that you definitely have) (hope grovyle doesn't find you)

beach vacation in the past beats present Unova any day. (unless the Pelipper are looking for a snack)

jellyfish stings!! not even Gift's wonderful cosplay of his bother as enough to avoid the beast's wrath... no respect for cosplayers these days...

even though normally Ingo is the one to deal with unruly passengers, it easy to forget that robot Emmet has tasers for hands... o7 host emmet.

mans under the effects of CST (Chad stasis Twin effect) he is currently unbeatable.

wow the plushy has some power! uh... what do you have there Emmie..? why are you... looking at me like that...

air tight suites will not protect you from toons. take note. (though im sure he'd be pretty helpful with those hoards of monsters!)

congratulations! don't worry about the blurry Emmet, im sure he wasn't protecting anyone or anything, haha!

good job Emmet! you beat someone in a hospital bed! /lh

that's the last of it (no i am Not doing bracket 13 i Cannot draw them all differently hgeirpohgnolp) wonderful job everyone! i definitely heard of some new Au's that i have greatly enjoyed! im verrry excited to see where this competition continues!

bravo to everyone moving on to the next round, and for all those who didn't, thank you for sharing your Aus!! here's to another fun round, and also to the amazing aus and stories everyone here has created!!

SUPER BRAVO!!

#submas #submas au #ingo #emmet #i did it #ray's art #i think everyone (including me) kinda forgot this tag but #ultimate Submas tournament art #warning this is a long post

[flamingplay]

Just want to put it here because it's painful and I want to share.

Posted about what's going on in my city. The rescue brigade is still trying to find more people under the rubles. For some reasons I rarely post anything in general, including about the war too. So so incredibly many times I hear from people "oh, you're a refugee? Is it still a war there? Kinda all is silent about that". Yeah, it's all silent on your Instagram feed only, you don't read the news. It was silent exactly on social media since 2014 as well.

Yesterday got a message as a reply to my story "didn't international court of justice stop the war there already???". I respectfully answered that not at all. In return I've got... A sentence about the reasons why my country got attacked. And that was a propaganda from the attacking country. The person proceeded with saying that there's a genocide in another country and it should be free first and then all the wars should stop around the world.

How ignorant can some people be? Why do people see the war as just "ah, because another country had a reason X and it's just about soldiers fighting with each other and Civilians casually getting damaged or killed?"???? Are you fucking sane? My cultural heritage got ruined in many cities, these assholes basically hoarded paintings of my country's artists to their country? They bombed the museum in my city. They bombed theatres. They bombed a museum of the artist who's a part of our national identity. They immediately pushed their currency in the cities that were destroyed to the ground. They still push talks about my culture being non existent and language being some suddenly appeared dialect in the villages. They keep hostages. I had to see firsthand the cultural propaganda they pushed on other people and I won't elaborate on that further. Why why why is it always about people who live in other countries and have no one who's in the war zone or experiencing genocide telling the ones who share their pain about what to do and how to feel and what is a priority?

I literally have people at my Uni who are refugees from many countries. No one among them, absolutely no one in real life who faced the war told me how I should feel and why my country got attacked. And I have never told them or pushed on them any talks about my own country. I listened to their experience because they were in pain. I stood in solidarity. I felt their pain. I gave them the biggest hug. We had a minute of silence several months ago and some people were just playing ta or tennis and laughing exactly we were all standing commemorating the victims. One of the people that is exactly from there yelled about the disrespect these teens have to her people. I heard that, I felt that, I tried to convey that apart from these 2 assholes other people hear your pain.

That's it. That's what important to all people affected. Validating the trauma and pain. Not what some people online are doing.

#personal #like imagine what would be if I shared the donations sources.

[terrainofheartfelt]

and now, a playlist:

Mister Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

or,

FirstPrince (Taylor's Version)

shoutout to my beloved cherry @blairwaldcrf my friend in rwrb and my enabler in everything related to the two himbos above.

shoutout to this post specifically for their intrepid scholarship

listen at the unlisted youtube playlist here

Track list and annotations under the cut.

✨tracks✨

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things They broke an $80k wedding cake. and alex is such a brat about it. and holds a grudge like none other 

Gorgeous Alex hoarding that magazine cover of Henry. Henry is literally so gorgeous the bisexual jumps out

Teardrops on my Guitar  Henry-coded the only one who’s got enough of me to break my heart I MEAN

Untouchable The. YEARNING. I want you but I cannot risk telling you so you please tell me say it first please say it first please. Ever thought about that bros being bros visit from Henry’s perspective? Hmm? I didn’t know you wear glasses

gold rush Long distance bro-ship. Just chattin and textin. Gay crush gay crush gay crush. Watching each other’s public love lives and seething. Almost jump into the fantasy but then letting it fade to gray. or as the british say, grey. 

Stay Beautiful The constant texting. Each one finds a way to be the other’s highlight of his day. But we were ever so careful dear. Alex being america’s sweetheart and Henry being totally gone for him

Foolish One Henry kiddoooooo. The prince with the heart on the outside of his chest. 

Forever Winter before their relationship is even romantic, they are a safe place for each other. Like christmas. and thanksgiving. 

You’re on Your Own, Kid NYE. Henry’s gayass breaking point, searching the party of better bodies and wanting wanting wanting.

Tied Together with a Smile The prince charming act be coming undone!

Message in a Bottle Alex’s bisexual crisis. He knows henry likes him, and it’s kinda frightening, standing here waiting, and that asshole won’t return his calls so he’s gotta trick him into a state dinner at the white house.

Treacherous A state dinner of antici………PATION. And a makeout in the drawing room. As one does.

Electric Touch  alex waiting after dinner in his white house bedroom all nervouslike

Snow on the Beach First hookup. Soft disbelief, because you wanting me tonight feels impossible. Snow in DC (a swamp) is as weird as snow on a beach imo. 

I Can See You FWB era. If you could only see all the things that happen inside my head. At galas and polo matches and wimbledon and whatnot

Wildest Dreams The henry journey. This will end and it will wreck him but right now it’s beautiful. Also this is the song for hooking up in a stable post polo

Delicate Secret relationship. Boys are bad with feelings. Oh damn never seen that color blue. I pretend you’re mine all the damn time. Waking up with each other in Paris speaking of: 

Paris No I didn’t see the news. Too busy getting dicked down by the most eligible bachelor in the Western world. What who said that.

Lavender Haze Don’t read into my melancholia. Let’s just stay in this gay suspended animation. This secret bubble. It’s safe here. 

22 They literally spend Alex’s 22nd birthday together you know he was feelin’ 22. Pretty sure the novel says that actually

I Think He Knows It’s fun and flirty and the feelings are creeping in at the edges, but not enough that they have to face them

Jump Then Fall Alex is a smitten kitten

So It Goes… LA gala. All eyes are on them but as separate entities. Magician, illusionist. Trying to play it chill but being utterly incapable. 

Starlight dancing in the club in LA. Alex getting carried away by queer joy

Dress Their night together in LA. their secret moments in a crowded they got no idea about me and you. Their hands are shaking from holding back from each other! Say his name and everything just stops! They don’t want each other like best friends! Pez only bought those custom kimonos so they could take em off! Ah ah ah ahhhh! Carve your name into Alex’s bedpost, Henry babe. 

Hey Stephen cutesy emailing. Hey henry you blew my mind in LA last week u up? I can’t help it if you look like an angel/achilles/james bond

I’m Only Me when I’m with You Sweet email exchange post LA. I’ll be damned but I miss you

…Ready for It? (BloopPop remix) Henry says In the middle of the night in my dreams you should see the things we do….Let the games begin

Glitch Wimbledon. Fucking love doing things out of spite. I’m not even sorry. Henry will go back eventually to dudes to give him nothing but for now there’s this 

Sparks Fly DNC. Henry really dropped everything to come see alex at the convention. The kinda reckless that should send him running, but he kinda knows that he won’t get far. Give him something that’ll haunt him when he’s not around, Alex. 

Everything Has Changed Telling madam president mom. Do you feel forever about him? Henry making a point to be there for him is alex’s emotional tipping point. 

State of Grace Time between dnc and lakehouse is their state of grace. No leaving, no leaking. It can’t last but its so good. Mosaic broken hearts, but brave and wild and I never saw you coming and I’ll never be the same

cowboy like me Alex texas boy. The reflective nature he turns on henry once he’s fired from the campaign. Thinking about that word forever

Wonderland Never worse but never better. In all their searching of the world they won’t find anything else that feels like what they have. yk?

Cruel Summer summer vacay at the lake house. the darkness approacheth. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you but here I am sealing my fate over and over again 

You Are in Love ‘you’re my best friend.’ and you knew what is was: Alex is so in love he could die

willow Alex at the dock like he is begging for Henry to take his hand and wreck his plans. He’s like that’s my MAN.

illicit affairs it dies a million little times. like by a lake in the moonlight. henry sees the truth when it shows and alex gets angry because you showed me colors you know I can’t see with anyone else 

Bye Bye Baby henry fleeing texas. You took me home but you just couldn’t keep me

Midnight Rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain. I broke his heart ‘cause he was nice 

Hits Different when alex thinks about the sham the firm will make henry go through. I pictured you with other girls “in love” then threw up on the street

august refrain of henry. It was never mine. You weren’t mine to lose. This was over before it even began

Breathe Separated. Neither of them doing well. 

exile alex obliviousness meets henrys stubbornness. the imagery of nations and homelands

Anti-Hero henry has it’s me high I’m the problem it’s me at tea time everybody agrees disease. no cure but it can be treated 

Renegade alex working up a head of steam because he just wants to say get your shit together so I can love you 

Maroon your body comes back to me in dreams and I wake with your memory over me that’s a real fucking legacy!!!!

my tears ricochet alex has literally never had it within himself to go with grace. Ever. In his life. Bless him. Screaming at skies. Stealing lullabies. You know how it is. 

How You Get the [Boy] Narration of the storming of Kensington Palace. Alex being like I want you for worse or for better I would wait forever and ever

The Archer Henry prepared for a lot but he never prepared for Alex staying

Love Story  The dramatics the mythologizing of one’s life the I want you / Then fucking have me like “baby, just say yes” also romeo and juliet and pyramus & thisbe are the same fucking story!!!!

Stay Stay Stay Morning after when Henry comes into the room with coffee. How he could have a lifetime of fine but he’d rather have this. 

Holy Ground Dancing in the V&A

Today Was a Fairytale Lots of this music plays with the idea of fairytales and royalty and the push and pull idealism has with reality and it just fits so well. Because. Prince. &c.

Come Back…Be Here Having the big conversation and then alex having to leave and go back to dc. The long distance drama. This is falling in love in the cruelest way.

End Game choosing to do this thing for real. knowing what they’re up against. Big reputation big reputation ooh you and me would be a big conversation 

Labyrinth oops they both caught feelings. Henry thought the plane was going down how’d he turn it right around 

Cornelia Street The sacred new beginnings that became their religion aka those crazy 48 hours holed up in Kensington. Tender and fragile and amazing

mirrorball henry’s fable. His shattered pieces and the peasant boy with chin dimples who is not like the regulars the masquerade revelers. never been a natural all he does is just try try try

Paper Rings I thought you were a nuisance but whoops you're now the air I breathe. In paper rings and picture frames and dirty dreams

Timeless The phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me. All the quotes and recitations they send each other in their emails. 

cardigan The intimate email conversations. Always wanting to know more about the other. 

Lover  The ease with which they say I love you post storming of the castle.

Out of the Woods The almost reveal and the cover up dates with June & Nora to make a cover. The hiding in an alleyway in the car. When the sun came up you were looking at me.

False God Rumors aside they are both In This and that shalt not change. Still worship this love. They might just get away with it.

invisible string it all began at the olympics. All the winding paths of our public lives one single thread of gold tied me to you, &c.

Mastermind Henry saying he’s loved Alex the entire goddamned time! Newsflash asshole (affectionate)

hoax Sería una mentira, porque no sería él. The only hoax he believes in! He feels forever about it!

peace The last email sent before the leak. Give yourself away sometimes sweetheart there’s so much of you

I Know Places The something that happens when everybody finds out. The vultures circling dark clouds.

Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince Alex and the leak fallout. The whispers in the hallway. American stories burning before me & high fives between bad guys. 

I Did Something Bad The email leak. There’s the harshness of the trauma, but there’s also madam president mom going “fuck it.” Don’t tell me this song didn’t pull henry through. Avoiding plans and sucking cock. Don’t knock it til you try it. Go ahead and light me up

the lakes (original version) I like this mix because it’s more ~cinematic~ to me. And something about henry not being cut out for these cynical clones and hunters with cell phones yk?

Run The phone call from air force one post leak. The eye in the storm

Sweet Nothing It’s them in the music room of Kensington. It’s alex “can’t let anyone know how much he needs” claremont-diaz admitting he’s just too soft for all of it

Slut if they’re gonna talk shit, we may as well be together in public. It might be worth it for once

You Need to Calm Down Shade never made anybody less gay, fake elizabeth ii. Why are you mad when you can be glaad, pip?

King of My Heart  Wordplay on royalty words, yk. “That’s the bravest son of a bitch I’ve ever met” yk.

Change The crowds in front of Buckingham, alex’s speech from the white house. History, huh?

London Boy We hold this track listing to be self evident

Ours The contrast of the outer life and inner life. Private relationship  under large public scrutiny. 

It’s Nice to Have a Friend It’s about the best friends to best friends AND lovers.

Call It What You Want He wears his signet ring on a chain round his neck not because he owns me because he really knows me, &c

Karma Everything surrounding finding the source of the leak and Rafael Luna double agent and the fact that Alex and Henry can both say that Karma is their Boyfriend. 

Long Live Election night in Austin.

New Year’s Day The mythical place NYE occupies in Alex’s public life and now his private one with Henry. The Balls Out Bonanza is great but now it’s about what comes after. 

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #alex x henry #henry x alex #playlist #*

[pinkrelish]

𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶Upon reflection, it was obvious. The tragedy lurking under the surface of your intentions when you came over that night. He could sense something was off, but he ignored it, just wanting to see you smile on your birthday. Years later, standing across from you in a parking lot, he sure as fuck wasn't smiling.✶

NSFW — angst, eventual smut, slow burn, drug/alcohol mention/use, disordered eating by proxy of parent

chapter: 2/15 [wc: 3.3k]

↳ part 01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11

AO3

Chapter 2: Eddie's Worst Memory

––1982––

Eddie pedaled his bike as hard as could, cutting a stark line in the grass where he wove between trailers, keeping a sharp eye on the one across from his. Thankfully, the curtains were drawn. He hopped off his bike, and instead of putting it away properly, he gathered the groceries from the wire basket into his arms, and kicked it under the makeshift porch, out of sight. He wouldn’t necessarily mind if the bike was stolen, but he’d be about as upset as the original person he borrowed it from.

Slamming his shoulder into the door, he hurried his hoard to the kitchen counter and spilled it there, catching the jar of frosting from rolling off the edge. “Okay.” He inhaled deep through his nose and nodded at his task. The box of cake mix was dented. The carton of eggs was.. leaking onto the candles. However, in the early afternoon sun, the bottle of waxy pastel sprinkles shined delightfully. “Time to get to work.”

Using his finger to follow the line of directions, a crease matured between his eyebrows. “The hell is an egg white?”

~~~

It was worth it. It was worth it. It was goddamn going to be worth it.

“Stupid.. fucking,” he said through gritted teeth, scraping the bottom of the round pan, adding the shredded pieces of crispy cake to the top of his lumpy attempt at baking.

Around him, his kitchen was in an impressive state of disarray. More than usual. Two eggs were splattered on the floor. Powdery cake mix dusted every surface. His face was flushed red from having to make an emergency run to the grocery store a second time for spray oil (which he forgot to use) and his uncle’s instant coffee–it was the least he could do after waking him up by knocking over a skillet left on the stovetop. All in all, it was worth it. Kinda.

He stuck his tongue out in concentration. Spreaded the best layer of white frosting he could and mixed two drops of red coloring into the rest and dumped it in a ziploc bag, snipping the corner. With it, he wrote a message in thin pink letters on top.

It was rare he experienced this pang of joy in his chest. This exciting surge of antsy giddiness. His cheeks hurt from grinning, and he didn’t care if his uncle gave him an odd look for it.

Tossing the bag in the trash and sucking on his sticky fingers, Eddie Munson stepped back to admire his work, and as swiftly as the pride puffed out his chest, it popped his ego.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and reasoned with the cake, “How the fuck did I miss the ‘h’ in birthday?”

Uncle Wayne paused on his way out the door. “She comin’ over later?”

Contemplating starting the entire process over again, Eddie dragged a hand down his face and peered out the kitchen window at the infuriating closed curtains opposite his. “Yeah. Eventually.”

Wiggling his mustache back and forth, Wayne set his gaze on something in the distance. “You two are close, aren’t ya?”

“Is this going somewhere?”

“I left you somethin’ on your nightstand just in case, yanno, be safe, or what-have-ya.” He brought the mug of coffee to his lips and sipped loudly.

“We’re just friends,” Eddie enunciated, giving him a pointed stare from beneath his dark curly hair.

His uncle’s shoulders shook in an all-too-aware laugh. “That’s what I always told my parents.. until your dad caught us and ratted me out.” Zipping his work coveralls the rest of the way, he waved and made his exit. “Well, see ya.”

Eddie gesticulated at the trailer around him, bewildered. “Sure, bye, I guess after dropping that one on me.”

Silence fell where he stood. There was really nothing else for him to do to prepare for you coming over, besides checking the window once more to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind and that your mom’s car was indeed parked out front. Deciding to waste some time, he picked up his guitar in his room and worked on riffs to bring to the table for his band the next day.

But not before putting away the condoms on his nightstand first.

~~~

When Eddie next woke, darkness greeted him. Swallowed him whole. Disoriented him in the bathroom where he quickly brushed his teeth. Robbed his sight when he stumbled into his living room, where his beacon called to him. Your kitchen curtains were pulled back and you were at the sink washing dishes.

Flicking on a few lights, he opened the door and leaned into the frame, waiting for you to notice him.

You must’ve been lost in the trenches of your thoughts. Quite the while passed until you snapped your head up; he didn’t mind though, having the spare moments to observe you do something ordinary like a chore; entranced by the domestic act, and equally humbled as if it were an uneven bar routine he could watch you perform for hours on end. At this distance, he could see your face liven upon meeting his eye, and you slowed your motions, staring at him through the glass, the night sky, and everything else keeping you apart. You spoke to someone he couldn’t see. Your body language was calculated. Drying the plate in your hand during the brief exchange and setting it down gently, agreeing to what they were saying. Then, you picked up something and left.

In a flash, he was lifting his arm for you to duck under, and narrowed his eyes at the bundle you had hugged to your chest. “What’s that?”

You released a drawn out, “Uh,” at his question, biding your time to keep from answering. Searching for an empty space on his couch to put the neatly folded stack of clothes and opting for the cleaner coffee table. You set them down with care, tucking a tag into the collar. “It’s everything you let me have over the years. Band tees, jackets, a hoodie. I wanted to give them back to you.”

Confused, he shrugged you off. “They don’t mean that much to me. You can have them. I don’t care.”

You stared at them. A long tick of the second hand on the clock in his kitchen. An erratic desperation in your moves. Rocking in sync with your breaths. Bloodshot eyes and large pupils obsessing over each rip, each stain, each graphic tee he got at a concert you missed when you had an out of town meet. Biting at your chapped lips. Hiding your torn cuticles by stuffing your hands in the pockets of the jacket you wore.. His black jacket with a patch of Anthrax's anarchy symbol on the bicep, and beneath his jacket was his old baby blue 1977 Black Sabbath tour shirt.

He smiled. “What about the ones you’re wearing?”

“You really want this one from when you were a kid? It’s tight even on me, bu–t,” you elongated the vowel, “I did hear crop tops were coming back into fashion if you need it that badly.”

“I think I’ll pass for now, but thank you for the consideration.” You smiled, and it put him further on edge. Nothing about it was genuine; simply a hollow favor to keep him from prying. And it may be the first time in Eddie’s life he couldn’t discern what was bothering you. “Are you okay?”

“I just want us to have a normal night tonight. The usual.”

“Sure.. We can do that. To the Lonely Mountain?”

“To the Lonely Mountain.”

He followed you into his room and began rummaging through his shelves for the worn paperback. Behind him, you sunk into the mattress, serving as a reminder of your patience as the springs squeaked and he dug further into the recesses of his bookcase. It should’ve been easy to locate, having read from it last week, but he’d had a few advancements in his business, one could say, and now it was buried under bags of bud and other paraphernalia.

“Have you considered cleaning up in here every once in a while?”

“And have you miss out on this great show?” He smacked his ass, jangling the chains on his jeans. “Not a chance.”

“I hate being here.”

“You love being here.”

Digging to the very back, he found his used copy of The Hobbit at the exact time he heard another squeak of his mattress and a little ‘aw,’ sounding like you were cooing over something adorable.

“Hm?” He turned around and zeroed in on what you were fawning over.

You flipped through the spiral bound notebook of lyrics he forgot to put away. “You wrote this poem? These lines are really sweet, Ed–”

It was ripped from your hands and hurled over his shoulder. The notebook smacked the opposite wall, falling to the floor in a spectacular fanning of the pages. “Nope.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Okay..” Blinking, you clasped your hands politely to occupy the notebook-shaped space they created when he so rudely interrupted your innocent curiosity. “Uh.. Should we get to reading, then?”

“Yeah, that’s probably for the best.”

With the intensity of his unwavering eye contact, he approached the bed, hardly waiting for you to make room for him before he was kneeling on the edge, climbing to lay in the middle. You shared his one pillow. Heads together. Bodies a mere suggestion of separation. Your hair mixed with his. He’d grown it past his ears and though you were laying on the ends, the weight of your body next to him was worth the pain. He’d endure it for the next eternity if it meant making you happy.

Reaching for his nightstand with his limited mobility, he jerked the lamp closer by its cord and found the metal tin he kept on the edge.

He offered you a joint poised between his fingers. You said, “Not tonight,” and he put it away, accepting your request to remain sober.

“Whatever the lady wants on her day.” Eddie found the dog-eared page you left off on and bent the cover in his palm until it curled backwards, and thus began reading chapter fifteen out loud to you. Including the voices.

~~~

Neither of you could imagine what hour it was.

Neither of you cared.

“They had forgotten Thorin! Part of the wall, moved by levers, fell outward with a crash into the pool. Out leapt the King under the Mountain, and his companions followed him,” Eddie treated the oncoming paragraphs with a softer tone, slowing his cadence to ease into the scene, “The Wargs were scattered and Thorin drove right against the bodyguard of Bolg. But he could not pierce their ranks. Already behind him among the goblin dead lay many men and many dwarves, and many a fair elf that should have lived yet long ages merrily in the wood. And as the valley widened his onset grew ever slower. His numbers were too few. His flanks were unguarded. Their friends could not help them.”

You’d been eerily calm. He’d think you had fallen asleep if it weren’t for your muscles coiled like a snake in wait. If it weren’t for his sleeve caught in your sweaty fist.

He turned the page. “On all this Bilbo looked with misery.”

Your body began to tremble; a gentle shiver along his, and then you sniffled.

“I always knew you were a Thorin fangirl,” he remarked. “When we read this a few years ago, you cried then, too.” Shaking harder, you buried your face against his arm and used your hands to shield him from witnessing the speed at which you went from silent tears wetting his shirt to out-right sobs.

Wide-eyed, he lowered the book to his chest. “..This isn’t about Thorin, is it?” The density of his question hung in the air. Guilt steeped in his thoughts the longer you didn’t answer. You’d been acting weird since you got here and the desperation of not knowing what to do ate at his nerves. Seeing you upset and not knowing why, or how to make it better.

Meek, he asked of you, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t,” came a muffled high-pitched whimper from his best friend in the entire world.

He dug his nails into the book cover. For years, fear kept him vigilant in the sanctity of your relationship. Friends. Nothing more, nothing less. One of the few pure things in his life he couldn’t stand to ruin, despite the building pressure like embers to a roaring fire to do something drastic. To be something more and being terrified of the chance of less.

Suppressing his urges, he pressed his cheek to the crown of your head; the most he would allow himself to do, even in the midst of water stinging his eyes. He pleaded, mouth sticky with thick saliva, “Then tell me how to fix it.”

“Keep reading to me.. Please, Eddie.”

“Okay.” The little word was sighed into your hair.

Picking up The Hobbit again, he propped it further down his stomach to where you could read along, if you desired. And with blurry vision, he continued with the story, reciting Bilbo’s speech where he sees help in the distance, and the subsequent exchange on Thorin’s deathbed when it was too late. Reading to you until his voice tired and his eyelids fell. Supporting your head on the dip between his bicep and his chest, welcoming you to his spoken vibrations as he came to a close one chapter before the end.

“We’ll save it for next time,” he said. “I’m about to fall asleep.”

“Yeah, same.” You sat up and twisted both ways to pop your spine.

In the background, almost indistinguishable from the hum of the refrigerator, was The Doors’ Riders on a Storm Eddie put on earlier during a bathroom break. Nothing was quite as poignant as the repeating lyrics of ‘Girl, you gotta love your man,’ the moment your gazes met on his bed.

“I forgot I made you something,” he lied. How could he ever forget the disaster he created.

“Made me something?”

He told you to close your eyes and helped you off the bed, earning your giggle and allaying the remaining dread of the evening. Walking backwards, he held your wrists and led you to the kitchen. Able to memorize your face for as long as he wanted without having to look away when you inevitably noticed. Hearing your change in mood and knowing he was the one who caused it.

Labels be damned. Few things could make him more content in life than he was now, and he had to be okay with the thrill of letting go of you by dragging his fingertips over your calloused palms, and pausing for a beat, almost holding your hands.

“Okay, cover your eyes,” he said, setting everything up.

“But they’re already closed?”

“I don’t trust you not to peek.”

“That doesn’t make sense. I can just peek through my fingers.”

“Do it.” He patted down his pockets, finding a lighter. “Or else.”

“Whatever.” You complied.

Quickly, he counted sixteen candles from the box and lit them, finding vacant spaces on the cake to stake them, wrestling with the idea of covering his mistake. “You can look now!”

Dropping your hands, you immediately cupped them to your cheeks in surprise. “You actually made me a cake? Like, by yourself? That’s so sweet.” You pouted his name, “Eddie, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

His grin broadened. He bent over to fold his arms on the counter and swayed his hips to rid himself of excess energy, regarding you over the blazing candles. “Who said I made it? I could’ve bought it.”

You slid your gaze from the cake, to him. “It says Happy Birt’day.”

“Alright, alright,” he yielded. “Make a wish before the wax melts.”

Finding the ordeal corny, you blew them out without doing the whole stereotypical shutting-eyes-and-wishing thing. “Thank you. Really.”

He took out the candles. “Do you want a piece?” Regret tinted the room the second he asked. It put the onus on you to answer, to reject his efforts. And just like when you stared at the stack of clothes in the strange way which raised the hair on his arms, you looked at the cake as if nothing else in the room existed except for the hard work he put into making you smile.

“You don’t have to–” he started.

“I’ll take a piece.”

“You sure?”

You nodded, shifting your focus to him. “A big piece. You made it for me.”

Taking out a paper plate and butter knife, he changed the subject, “Wanna come to practice tomorrow? Jeff said he convinced the new kid, Gareth, to join us, so we’ll have a drummer again.” He handed you a triangle of “HAP.”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

“Sweet, uh.” Eddie’s lopsided grin grew tantamount to the bundle of nerves in his stomach. Pushing himself off the counter, he punched his fist into his palm a few times, swinging side to side. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Appealing to him in the most adorable way possible, you smiled with true mirth reflected in your eyes and held the slice of cake up.

“Tomorrow.”

~~~

Crouched outside in the shadow of his trailer, you stuffed cake and frosting in your mouth until it burned your throat, coating your lips in fat. Devouring it with vengeance and crumpling the paper plate. Across from you, your mother’s silhouette moved in the curtained bedroom window. An insurmountable sense of pride overwhelmed you. Unstoppable rebellion. Eating a food she banned, citing cheap sugars would slow you down on the vault. How stupid. You had never felt more alive scrubbing your mouth clean on your sleeve and entering your trailer stacked full of moving boxes.

––1985––

Admitting defeat, you pulled into the parking lot of Starcourt Mall. After wasting an appalling amount of gas driving all over town in a frustrating attempt to locate a single person, you were starving for the food court, hoping they added new restaurants since you left.

“Really, how hard can finding one person be?” you grumbled.

You drove to the back of the lot where people seldom parked for the few free spots on the busy Saturday night, and grabbed your purse from the passenger seat. And when you glanced for the source of the rowdy voices near you, you spotted four guys claiming the corner of the pavement as theirs. Three were standing, passing around a bag of gummy worms, laughing at the one flat on his back, shouting for his skateboard before it rolled into the empty street.

Seemed like a fun time.

You opened your door, locked it, and started to walk away.

But then one of them spoke. Blood rushed in your ears, rendering what he said unintelligible. Didn’t matter. You knew it better than your own.

Slowly, you turned around to confirm your fear.

There he was. Having fun with his friends. The one you wished to speak to, and yet as your lips parted, your throat closed.

Eddie took a long drag on his cigarette and adjusted how he leaned on the car, angled to Jeff who was explaining something he was passionate about, nearly spilling his soda on the other guy you couldn't recall the name of.

“I’m telling you, man, a bard is the way to go!”

“No way,” he said, blowing smoke from his nostrils as he continued, “If you start bringing a lute to our games, I’m gonna–”

“Eddie?”

They all stopped their conversation. Three faces of indifference, one of escalating animosity upon seeing you. Evoking a memory so intense it glinted a warning in his eyes boring into yours.

Taglist: @xxhospital-for-soulsxx @myfavoritesareproblematic @henhouse-horrors

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson angst #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you

[icedmetaltea]

Oki tiny character.ai tutorial les goo

I assume you know this since it's pretty straight-forward, BUT just in case you've never made one before,

Don't be scared! I promise it's not that advanced lol

. Okay so couple of things here that we can add like name, avatar, short description and long description. The name and avatar doesn't have any effect, but the descriptions ARE VERY IMPORTANT.

Add any vital details about your character or story generator or whatever you're going for, it's pretty versatile. For this tutorial, I'll be making a simple story with two characters, one I'll character A and one I'll call character B.

If you're going for a simple chatbot kinda thing where you talk to a character and get responses based on their personality etc, I'll get to that too.

I don't personally like adding a greeting since when you do that it kinda begins adding context right off the bat, and if you want a more unique beginning each time, I suggest just leaving it out.

So for our short description, add a few things that help define it. For this, we'll use the description "Character A goes to mall of America with B" (how very riveting). As you can see, it doesn't have to be a description for an actual character/s, it can be a basic plot.

For our long description, smush all the details you can into the box about your character/s or plot. Also, pick a POV. I'll be using first person. "My name is Character A and I am best friends with Character B (who I just call B). While I am energetic and positive, B is generally pessimistic and tired. (right off the bat we have defined the characters' names and basic personality traits.) We decide to go to Mall of America and do some shopping for Christmas. Along the way, a zombie apocalypse breaks out. B and I are forced to battle for survival against angry hoards of the undead. (Very um interesting plot, but a plot nonetheless, which gives the AI some context to work with.)

Categories! I'm not sure how important this is in the process, I believe it effects how it describes certain things (such as if it's a mystery it'll probably use words like "sinister, mystery, menacing, etc" and science fiction will belt out fancy words like "electromagnetic cord cutter" or smthing idk lol. For the biggest amount of variety, I like to add as many as possible while keeping in line with what I'm going for. For this, I'll use action, comedy, drama and science fiction.

As for character voice, no idea, I've never used it. Same for image generation.

Visibility is very important, I'm going with private since this is just a tutorial.

Okay so then we get down to the bottom, which is THE most important part imo. You can begin by clicking on insert example message, or just make your own like this: {{user}}: (make sure to add that colon or it won't recognize it as a message) and below it, {{char}}:, and then add whatever you like. Example:

We're gonna add "I am Character A, and I love shopping as well as socializing, so I love Mall of America". Right off the bat, we have established a POV (first person) that the AI will continue to use (most of the time, sometimes it needs some help) and given it a little more context. Then, for char, "Since you love these things so much, you were excited to go shopping at Mall of America this morning. You woke up bright and early, calling your best friend, B, for a mid-morning shopping spree" (See how I switch to 2nd person POV? Your POV is up to you, but I prefer this as it makes things a lil more easy to understand. Again, the AI should continue using 2nd person POV for responses, even if you always use 1st person with your own replies. You need to keep the POVs consistent in all the examples you add, or it'll confuse it and may use random POVs as it goes, or mix up characters.) (This also gives more context, adding in a second character and a location)

8. Now that we've done the thing, we can go to my favorite part, adding chats in the example messages:

Also, make sure you save. If you save before adding anything in the example messages box, it won't save your character and you'll have to start over! No fun.

For example chat 1#, I'm going to add dialogue. This helps it figure out how you like to format sentences and dialogue.

For my example messages, I added: "I walk to Mall of America with a frappe in hand, talking nonstop to my friend, B, about how excited I am to be going shopping with them on such a pretty day. "What store do you want to go to first?" I ask"

The AI then added: "B is exhausted from being woken up early and isn't in the mood for small talk. She sighs and roll her eyes. "Don't be silly, A. We always start at Hot Topic because it takes the longest."

When you arrive at Hot Topic, there's already a line out the door. "Oh man, this is going to take forever", but you can click the lil arrow to the right till you get a response that's more in character or has a plot element you enjoy more. The choices you pick help establish B's character and also their pronouns.

We then need to click the lil blue send arrow or add something else, or for some reason it won't save this example chat. It doesn't matter what you add here right now, bc you can always change it later. We click Next at the top, and go back down to editor.

Congrats! We now have our first example message. Add AS MANY as you can. You can only add up to 3200, so use it wisely but USE IT!! If you're defining a character, you want to add different scenarios like how they respond when another character is sad, mad, etc, or when they themselves are sad, mad, etc.

You CAN keep on clicking the insert example messages button and just keep adding them like that, but I prefer to do it manually as it can fill up the character count pretty quickly otherwise, aaaand also because it's much easier to customize the responses and train the AI for how to respond.

Notice how it says {{random_user_1}}? Well just change it to {{random_user_2}}. Again, make sure to add those colons and add END_OF_DIALOG at the end of every example

Great!! We now have established some stuff the AI can use. Again, make sure to add as much stuff as you can before running out of characters. The more you add, the more customized the responses will be!

Let's try it out! (Make sure to save first)

As you can see, the AI remembers B's name, pronouns, and basic personality, as well as the plot (well most of it, since I didn't begin the chat by saying whether it's before or after zombies invade lol.)

You can click the lil white arrows to get better responses. Use it! If the AI's responses start getting fucked up (way too much markdown, a bunch of ??????'s or !!!!!!!!!!!'s and whatnot, keep clicking the arrow till you get a message that doesn't have it. It's a feedback loop, you see. The more you pick messages in which it uses certain phrases, formatting and so on, the more it'll use it.

There are stars underneath it with which you can rate responses and leave feedback, buuuut I don't really know anything about that. I still suggest using it though, as it probably helps the AI realize "o shit I fucked up my bad"

You can also go out of character by doing something like "(hey real quick, stop using markdowns)" and the AI will go out of character and act like there's a real person there taking feedback, BUT 1. there is no real person, it's the AI tryna be quirky and 2. it usually forgets what you say immediately. Unless you just wanna have a convo with the AI for fun, it's more or less useless, at least right now.

So there you go! If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm still new but I'm glad to help in any way I can :> Hope at least some of it made sense lol

#character.ai #tutorial #Metaltea teaches

[jazz-my-soul]

Lucifer ( A VERY LONG READ)

Honestly, i feel like Lucifer made a huge impact on me and i like the idea of his characther.

However, i would like to talk more about him.

Firstly, he has six wings especially "red wings", so that mean's that he must be a Seraphim. I can be very wrong with that, since i'm not sure myself however, we do need to keep in mind that Seraphim's are the being's closest to god itself (however, the question if god exists in hazbin hotel's universe is still uncertain, or perhaps there is a council of Seraphim's or something similar to it, we don't know even know if Lucifer siblings will be present (however that does depend on which version of Lucifer we are going for). He has been described as a trickster and a dreamer, he has fallen in love deeply with Lilith and they gave the apple of knowledge to Eve and they were punished for their sin's and casted into hell itself.

That being said, they are some people that theorized that Lucifer's true form is a six winged duck, which i do believe is wrong because we do see him turn into an a snake when he gives an apple to Eve (and his demonic apperance also resembles a snake (aka eyes, his tounge). In some scenes with Al, he also growel's and you can kinda hear hissing. I would also like to say that i don't believe that Lucifer and Lilith are divorced, poor guy is just depressed because his wife dissapeared into the thin air, and he MAYBE is afraid that she left him (but it was pointed out that Lucifer and Lilith are madly in love with each other). Issue more araises that he already became depressed when heaven made his dream's into a mockery. He was literally hell-bound into giving humanity free will and because he broke the rule and gave Eve an apple of knowledge, he was casted out into hell where he would see what would become of his dream. His world overpopulated by sinner's who are psyhopath's, sex addicts, abusers, most of the time, well very bad people. That already crushed his spirits and of course, with him and his followers (aka other sins) being twisted and turned into demonic version of themselfs, his only hope and pride were his daughter and his wife. That is the only thing which made him happy, and his daughter loved his little projects, i believe he makes ducks because his little daughter smiled when she saw one.

I don't know how much of the intro of the first epizode was true(as much as i would like to believe that the story which Lucifer told Charlie was true (and perhaps, there is truth in it but there are also white lies in it as well, we know nothing about Eve and what happened to her, Lilith face was in a shadow in a flashback and we do have to acceot that he is after all a sin of pride itself). We do know that Lucifer know's more about heaven but that being said, he is also the sin of the pride. As much, he is a goofy and loving dad, his pride is the reason why he lost contact with his daughter. He is to afraid to make the first move and too prideful to admit that he need's company and that he is lonely and is extremly desperate to be part of Charlie's life. Ever since his wife left somewhere (and i feel like she probably told him that she will be gone for a while, or she left him a message) it still hurted him and he most likely didn't know how to approach Charlie, so he locked himself and created and hoarded ducks. He also avoided meeting with the Adam and send Charlie in his place, you could feel that he loves her and everytime when he chooses the wrong dialog and his daughter get's hurt or little bit angry at him, he feel's so small and hopeless. A popular and ongoing theory is that Al is chained to Lilith, and i do believe that is true. Perhaps he is send there to protect the hotel and keep eye on Charlie (either he lost the fight or failed manipilation against Liltih, or they both made a deal wtih each other (he protect's the hotel and keep's an eye on Charlie and in the return he keep's his power or gain's something more). Also Lucifer's and Al's dad battle was very fun to watch. Of course, it hurted his pride to see that Charlie already found somebody who was that close to her and managed to replace his role of a father to Charlie, however, i personally don't believe that Al see's Charlie as his daughter (he MIGHT bond with her more into later seasons but he called her his wannabe daughter and gave himself the role of the parent, because he KNOW'S which words sting Lucifer's prideful soul and Lucifer also know's how to rile up Alistor when he called him an "Hazbin" and when he was smug about the fact that Al was in the end of the day, just a other psyhopatic sinner and he poked Charlie around with that information, basically telling her "I told you so".

(Also i love these card's, kinda forgot to mention how menacing and (kinda cute) Lucifer is, it is kinda suprising to me how through the epizode's he really manage's to look like an angel and a demon in the same time, he either look's soft or sharp and both at the same time).

Some people pointed out that the last song was a bit rushed and didn't really felt earned for them both to reconnect with each other but i didn't hated it. I do agree that the epizode's felt a bit rushed, it is hard to have a normal healthy season when there is only 8 epizode's (i do hope they will be more in later seasons, or that perhaps they will be 40 mins long, instead of 24 mins). And i do understans the points of it being rushed and i do agree that it does feel rushed, perhaps i feel like we needed more time to see their bond to make it more impactful but again perhaps they were on the time crunch but i did liked the dialog between them. Luficer was so desperate to finally be with his daughter and when Charlie told him "Why dosen't my own father believe in me", it just crushed him. I don't think Charlie got manipulated by Al for 100% but i do feel like, she really felt like a daughter who just wanted that her father didn't pointed that what she is trying to do will lead in faliure, because she wanted to make her parents dream come true. With them talking with each other and seeing just how desperate Lucifer is to protect her and is afraid of losing her but at the same time he does really see her for a person who she became to be. Also another mystery is how be is still able to have an contact with heaven, he clearly has some connection because heaven ALLOWED Charlie to go there so even if Lucifer isn't allowed to come, there are still some angel's who are willing to hear him out or accept his request. Either that be his sibiling's, perhaps his father, maybe friends?.

Charlie is also tehnically an half angel as well, so i do feel like she actually will need to flaunt that fact as well to heaven. I do hope that we see more of Lucifer later on. I was just so suprised by how well he is voice acted as well. I did had my doubts when i heard an sneak peak of the song but listening to the song, the voice actor's vocal range, he is a perfect fit. Also a small thing which i would also like to see, is that we will probably see Lucifer be more intimidating, but i feel like he only does that to the people who hurt Charlie or who just cross his line but again, love him. I want to see more of him and his relationshop with Charlie and Lilith!.

Perhaps, IF WE MIGHT SEE Lucifer and heaven (aka Sera, his siblings, other ange's (if he has them) and such being in good graces again (which will take SEASON'S for it to even be possible). I would like that they call him by his real name which is Samael (because that was his original name).

Sorry for the long post but as being said, i just loved his characther. I remember when people theorized what kind of father he will be and it was very different then it actually became.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #Hazbin hot Charlie #Hazbin hotel Lilith #hazbin alastor

[wheels-of-despair]

Commercial Conditioning Pairing: Michael (Hoard) x You Summary: You find an interesting way to keep yourself entertained during commercial breaks. Contains: Boredom, a little psychological experiment, teasing, TV-watching, a very confused brown-eyed babe. Words: 400ish Youths and ageless blogs, DNI. Writer will block your ass.

It didn't take long to train him.

You were watching a sitcom together on the couch, and getting sick of seeing the same boring ads during every commercial break... so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

So you reached over and entertained yourself with the python between his legs.

It started with a few light strokes. You increased pressure with each commercial break, fighting back a smile when he'd grunt softly and subtly move his hips against your touch, and then returned your hand to your own lap when the show came back.

When the show ended, you settled yourself on the floor between his legs, raked your nails down his thick thighs, and made him moan so loud, you wished you'd left the TV on so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

On the second night, you noticed him glance at you as the first commercial started, waiting to see if it would happen again. You obliged him, working him with your hand during commercial breaks and sucking him off again when the show ended.

On the third night, he sat closer to you. You kept your eyes on the TV as usual, squeezing him through the thin fabric of his shorts during every break, just like the previous two nights. You had him.

On the fourth night, he practically sat in your lap. He wasn't normally the cuddly type, so you knew exactly what he was after.

And tonight, he wasn't going to get it.

You let him sit there, so close, and watch the show as usual. When the first commercial break came on, he shifted to get your attention. You could see the outline of his already-hard cock out of the corner of your eye, just begging you to touch it.

You didn't.

"Is it new, or is it improved? Kinda sending a mixed message there," you observed at the advertisement.

"Mhm," he agreed, squirming next to you, waiting for your touch.

It didn't come.

It didn't come during the next break.

It still didn't come during the final commercial break.

When the show was over, he didn't come either.

You got up and went about your night, leaving him alone and confused on the couch with an aching, untouched hard-on.

Always keep them guessing.

#writings of despair #michael x you #michael #hoard #idk man y'all see some big dirty man you want to use and abuse you #i see a brat who needs to be played with *shrug*

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #4

✦

Just a Shade

Vlad blasts Phantom with a new invention of his without any warning. What it does is it siphons away his ectoplasm and weakens Phantom to the point it reverses his powers, but not in the way you think. Instead of needing to concentrate to be intangible/invisible, he has to concentrate to stay tangible/visible and trying exhaustes him to a dangerous amount. Like, almost passing out and fading away entirely kind of dangerous. Like this, he's like ghosts you see in some movies, he can't touch or move objects more than an inch, plus add in he can't speak other than some ominous noises. In other words, he's stuck. For who knows how long.

The Justice League haven't heard from Phantom for a while, but they just think he's probably more busy on his home terf and can't spare any time. That's fine. Everyone keeps going about their business as usual. Even more time passes and the Justice League are getting suspicious over Phantom's absence and are worried.

They go looking for him and come to find out that they've been receiving multiple messages and calls from Team Phantom that were blocked/jammed, asking if they've seen the missing ghost and that he never came home however long ago. JL asks Team Phantom when was they heard from him and what was he doing at the time. They tell JL that he was last seen fighting one of his rogues, Plasmius, but that they haven't seen the evil ghost for a while either and that the other rogues were acting strangely.

The JL go to Amity Park with the proper precautions, and find a hoard of angry ghosts swarming the mayor's home, but they're being blocked from entering by a ghost shield. The JL cautiously asked some of the ghosts what was going on and they reply that the man hiding behind the ghost shield has harmed and stolen their Prince. The JL decide to pass through and break down the door to the house.

The house is eerily quiet as they search for the resident. They find Vlad curled up on the floor in one of the corners of the lab absolutely beside himself. His face is splotchy red, bags under bloodshot eyes, and hair in disarray. His usually well kept suit is dirty and torn. He rocks back and forth mumbling, "I didn't mean to. Never wanted to end him. Never. Never." Vlad thinks he killed Danny all the way dead, so his mental state is in shambles.

He's terrified once he sees the JL there. He went through all the trouble of jamming any correspondence between them and Amity Park in fear of them taking retribution for offing one of their members, unintentional or not. The JL are furious and grief stricken for the loss of the young ghost. That is until Superman picks up on the faint sound of something clicking and a sound similar to harsh wind hitting bare branches. He brings it to the other's attention and they start searching for the noise when Batman recognizes the clicks as code.

They find a pen on the table next to a messy handwritten note, the words rushed and staggered as if the writer kept being interrupted. The note read:

"Help. Trapped. Need portal. Far Frozen. To weak to open myself."

The JL are confused until they see Phantom's form flicker in and out of focus like a film reel. He looks terribly gaunt and exhausted to the point of almost collapsing. The JL get to work opening the portal with the help of a frantic Vlad, securing a ghost net to carry Phantom in like a stretcher, and booting up a map of the Ghost Zone to get to the Far Frozen. The JL decide to send the three leaders, Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman. With Phantom secured in the net and all three ready to go, they step into the portal.

✦

I'm kinda reminded of that fic where Danny is stuck in-between dimensions because of his parents so he decides to haunt the Watchtower to get the Justice League's help. Not trying to copy anything I swear. I woke up with this idea on the brain.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny is ghost prince until 18 #possible redemption arc for vlad #the justice league still wanna punch him in the face #protective justice league #missing phantom #writing prompt #prompt #dp x dc prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

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Sorry if this sounds a bit dumb, but what is Claus’s relationship with Porky in your Intermission AU? How do they view each other and how did they stand and how are they currently standing with each other. I read that part of the fic where Porky goes to Ness and Paula’s apartment and made a scene there and it feels like that’s where Claus is done with him and their. “Friendship”

Aw, man, these two are an absolute trainwreck! Claus n' Porky's relationship was one of the things that sparked the whole AU, truth be told. This premise of taking fantastical events from the games, and translating them into grounded experiences young people often go through irl... What if instead of Porky converting Claus into a brainwashed cyborg supersoldier, the whole thing was literally just an abusive friendship? That's basically the first fic in a nutshell. The more I wrote and thought about it though, the more intricate and sad and harrowing it got. I have so much rattling around in my head about these two, and it's been oozing out of my ears like Cheez Whiz for a year and a half 🫠. I'll put the charcuterie board below the cut:

Intermission Claus and Porky have a lot more in common than you'd expect (I think this is true in canon, too, but that's a whole other post). They were both outta place college freshmen, masking their insecurities with overconfident edgelord personas. They shared a lot of the same interests (video games, Reddit, misinterpreting messages about toxic masculinity in Berserk and Fight Club). They've got a lot of similar baggage, worst of all. Broken families, woes over their emotionally unavailable fathers, mental health problems that sometimes alienate them from their loved ones… Porky appealed to Claus' broken ego, making this guilt-ridden once-neglected kid feel exclusively cool and smart and valued. Porky, an always-neglected kid (with no fucking friends), absolutely relished Claus' earnest company and undivided attention. You'd almost think it could've been good for them. Havin' a mutual confidant to vent their frustrations to, bonding through genuine solidarity. But since Porky is Porky, he doesn't know how to maintain friendships without being a possessive megalomaniac about it. And since Claus is naive and impressionable by nature, he fell for it hook line n' sinker.

He coaxed Claus away from his other friends. Gradually got this dude parroting his vernacular and his bullheaded attitude. Which, of course, made Ness n' pals less willing to put up with Claus. "You're practically my double," Porky might've joked. N' Claus wouldda laughed it up, mistaking it for praise. Porky takes advantage of Claus' emotional volatility. He can rile him up into tirades, or flip him into horrific dissociative states, at a moment's notice. Instead of cybernetic mind-control, it's all the weird ways abusers isolate victims, and re-wire their personality and behavior. Most abusers don't exactly do this stuff consciously - and it's obviously just as unacceptable whether it's conscious or not - but I kinda wanna leave Porky's manipulation up to reader interpretation. Is he delicately pulling strings like a puppetmaster, here? Does he think that's what he's doing? Or is he blindly channeling his parents' behavior, since it's all he's ever known? Maybe all of the above…

There's all these miserable layers to it, like?? How Porky's vendetta against Ness provoked the whole thing. (He drove his first and last best friend away in middle school, never got over it, and now is out to spite him by hoarding their lovable fun upstanding mutual college acquaintance.) How Claus is still frantically trying to emulate his father's masculinity at this stage, and how that's leading him down a dangerous path with Porky. (Trying his very best to forgive a now-reformed Flint for 3 years of griefstricken alcoholic absence - while Porky throws a wrench in his efforts, stoking his righteous anger to keep him bitter and isolated.) How Porky emulates Aloysius almost inevitably, despite hating his father's guts, 'cause after torching his friendship with Ness he was left with no other role models. How Claus yearns for acceptance and approval, and gets this twisted version of it from a guy who treats him like an action figure. How Porky's secretly vehemently jealous of Claus' tight bond with Lucas - 'cause he himself has been self-sabotaging his relationship with Picky for years. How Claus put up with being taken advantage of and dehumanized, 'cause his self esteem is so terrible - but the last straw for him was seeing Porky treat Picky like shit. 'Cause he'd never in a million years even dream of treating Lucas like that. Forgive me if it's a lot, but every bit of it makes me feel like [this].

In the aftermath of it all, I think Porky does realize (deep, deep, deep down) he's ruined what couldda been a really positive friendship for the both of 'em. And he does feel deliriously guilty about it. But he never admits fault. Just blames Ness n' Lucas n' Paula, resigns to hate Claus forevermore, and stews about it endlessly. Even though he knows all it's accomplishing is making him more lonesome and miserable. His Peter-Pan-esque immortal childhood, in Intermission AU, is deconstructed into this sad sick shell of a guy who simply refuses to grow up. (Or confront his guilt, or mature as a person, or apologize to anyone, etc etc…) And his "Absolutely Safe Capsule" is really is just his self-inflicted friendlessness. Maybe he resigns himself to it. If he doesn't have any friends, no one can "betray" him anymore. And he won't have to hurt like this ever again 🥲

Claus, on the other hand, walks away with this erratic mix of anger and pity towards Porky. Which often turns inward - blaming himself for getting so sucked into it, for bein' such a d-bag to his own friends & brother under Porky's influence. Graciously now he's got several absolute real ones he can talk to about it. He ultimately ends up pinning most of the blame on Aloysius (who kinda lives rent free in his head, even though they only met once). But regardless, he can barely stand to think much about Porky. Much less to be in a room with him. Which is a shame, considering they've got at least 2 more years at the same college. I might do more with 'em in the future.

If anyone's interested in these two - aside from Intermission (the fic) (the first one), there's more Claus n' Porky woes in Hunker. Especially [Chapter 20] (which can be read as a oneshot 😉🤐).

#thank you anon! #sorry for writing an essay but once i get started i can't shut up about these guys #intermission au #ask tag