#and these are quick and easy goofy one shots

[saltynsassy31]

Part 2 of this fic for @mossy-fruit

It was not supposed to have a part two, but in a hurry to get into class, I failed to check if I had saved it in drafts and accidentally posted it TwT

Anyways, enjoy :,D 👍

Genre - comedy

His mind was racing, Patch had never had this happen before! It's not like people dying right on his couch was common, he didn't want it to become a common occurrence either, who'd want that, really? Only a sicko would.

He will have to start thinking of other ways of doing this type of trading, he doesn't want to be responsible for burying randos that decide his workshop was a good grave. But he couldn't help himself but wonder what had caused him to die? It was so sudden, a heart attack maybe? He didn't know, he wasn't a medic.

Though, amidst his panic he had failed to notice the distinct lack any rotting smell of a deceased body as he placed the shovel down and began to pick up Orca to begin dragging him outside, where his new home would be, six feet underground.

Not that that would be new for Orca, he's been further down, but Patch didn't know that.

As he began to wrap his hands under the other's armpits there was a sudden jolt that made Patch freeze.

"Huh....?" Orca softly breathed out, confused at the sudden movement, he rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. "Ugh, did I fall asleep?" He mumbled before looking down on the floor. "Is that a shovel?" He asked, ignoring, or maybe not even noticing Patch holding him.

Once the situation finally settled in, Patch let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream as he basically flew to the otherside of the room. "PLEASE, DON'T EAT MY BRAINS, ITS NOT THAT GOOD!"

Orca had to pause for a moment to understand the situation at hand, and once he had, he had become immediately flustered but his expression remained cold and unchanging. "I'm not a zombie." Although he had tried to sound reassuring, he sounded anything but, which didn't really help the situation.

"B-but yo-you were, were... your pulse! It was g-gon--" Patch fumbled with his words, Orca raising a brow at him expectantly as he got up to help the poor inkling back to his feet, but as soon as he reached a hand over, Patch quickly grabbed it and tried to search for that missing pulse but his heart dropped to his ass once he realised, "it's still gone...."

Orca quickly pulled away from his grasp, rubbing his wrist as his face flushed in embarrassment. "I just have a weak pulse, okay? It's there, just really hard to find." He said, almost spitting out the words, the audacity Patch had to ask that!

"What? But what about the lack of breathing? Your freezing to the touch skin? And no matter how much I shook you, you didn't wake up!" Patch asked exasperated as he pushed his shaky body to a standing position.

"My breathing is very shallow when I sleep and I'm a naturally cold person! As well as a heavy sleeper." Orca tried to defend.

Patch started to get slightly annoyed at the situation now that the initial shock was gone. "So like a medical condition?"

"You could.....say that."

Patch huffed. "Weird medical condition but fine, I know to call the hospital next time."

Orca's eyes widened, panic clearly setting in. "DON'T!"

The yell made Patch jump, startled, making Orca quickly retract. "I mean, um, just, you don't need to, it's not fatal and this won't happen next time, I was just tired and closed my eyes for a moment, I didn't expect to actually sleep. I'm sorry."

An awkward silence fell between the two, the atmosphere so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Sooooo, about your weapon."

"Right, yes."

They made the exchange quick and easy, neither saying a word to each other, not the fact that Orca had partially lied and not the fact that Patch was going to bury him alive.

And when Orca returned the next week? Well, nothing happaned before, why should they worry?

End

#THIS IS WHY I WRITE ON A SEPERSTE DOC FIRST GKDJSJAJAJA #but i hope it wasnt too much of a hassle :') #i sooooo wanna do more with them! theyre so fun! #and these are quick and easy goofy one shots #so i can do it all in one go and help me break from my writers block XD #i plan on doing another super short onr shit with orca patch and viv :3 #splatoon fanfiction #splatoon #splatpon coroika #splatoon ocs #splatoon coroika ocs #salty rants

[tipsyleaf]

NSFW ALPHABET

[DI! Leon S Kennedy Edition]

❗Minors Do Not Interact ❗

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Cuddler, massive cuddler. Honestly I see Leon as enjoying his partner being cuddled up to his chest but as long as you're touching each other he really doesn't mind. He just needs to be grounded after sex because he's not use to intimacy. (Remember y'all, aftercare in important FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED DOM/SUB/SWITCH WHOEVER!!!)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Definitely proud of his arms. Man's got two pythons where his forearms are supposed to be. I'd be proud of those bitches too. It also doesn't help how often you tend to cling to them, admire them while cuddling up together or compliment how they look when he flexes.

When Leon's asked the good old "tits or ass?" question older than time itself he smirks and simply says thighs. He loves something plush to nap on when he comes home from work. He always says it'll be a quick 30 minute nap but he's always out for 3 hours when he's laying his head on your lap. They're just such a nice pillow and even nicer wrapped around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually prefers finishing inside. If not then on your stomach. There's just something mesmerizing about watching his cum slowly drip out of you on down your belly that just makes him so horny that he can't get enough of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay... So you send Leon pictures and he saves them. (He'd never share them though) But he secretly has an album in his phone labeled as WORK meticulously organization so that when you open the album it has important looking photos but if you scroll far enough it's just things you've sent him. Nudes, videos, even screenshots of steamy texts.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Decently experienced. Enough to get him by but also good at listening to his partner. Takes criticism well in the bedroom. Just wants his partner to have a good time and show that he loves you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

On your side or anything he can see your face. He's often tired so slow easy strokes on his side and using his hands is right up his alley. But for when he's feeling more energetic he's definitely up anything he can see your reaction with. He aims to please and the man is a good shot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely 50/50. Leon can crack jokes when his life is at risk I'm sure he'd probably say something goofy to make you laugh or even something stupid like "come here often?" When you're changing positions and his creaky body pops or cracks he'll say some smart ass comment about the bed makes weird sounds again.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely trimmed. Leon doesn't strike me as a massively hairy guy to begin with. But what hair he does have is well kept.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Intimacy is his favorite part of it all. Very tender and soft compared to what he is during work. Enjoys the touching the most. He's very touch starved. Cuddle him and he'll melt into a puddle. He LOVES being little spoon.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jerks off often. Uses it as a stress relief thing but doesn't do it as often when he gets a partner. But I do think when he's away on cases and he has downtime at night he tends to call his partner and have phone sex.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Begging, biting, breeding, dirty talk, edging and roleplaying

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere at home. Leon would most likely be super hesitant about doing anything outside of the house and risking criminal record.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His partners touch. Leon just really likes being touched. If you mostly just kiss him and move to his neck (it's sensitive, that's why he rarely wears anything that constricts his neck) you'll get him going in no time.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

No hitting, nothing with feet, no bathroom related stuff, no voyeurism or exhibitionism and no humiliation

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

50/50. But definitely more giving in the oral department. Uses it as a form of foreplay. Enjoys it because he loves hearing your slowly break and cry for him.

Sometimes he's just to exhausted to fuck so those are the times he'll just straight up tell you to sit on his face. He doesn't care if you're bigger, he knows you're not gonna hurt him. If you try hovering her will definitely wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you down on him. The man is skilled with his mouth and hands. So be prepared for the time of your life.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely slow sensual type of guy. He likes making every moment last. But there's definitely been a flurry of passion after gets back from particularly long cases.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he has to go out for work and he has a little bit of time before leaving, most definitely he'd be down for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's fine with experimenting but not often.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Good for 3 rounds unless he's super tired. Last decently long, always makes sure his partner gets off first each time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh Leon definitely owns one of those vibrators that work with apps. Sometimes when he's due to come home and he knows you have it in you he'll just tease you on the way home.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually Leon doesn't tease but when he's in a particular frisky mood, he will make beg to cum. And he doesn't care if you want it. If you don't beg like he wants he will make you wait and keep bringing you to the edge over and over like an asshole.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not loud in the slightest but he's definitely not scared to moan or whimper. Even curse under his breath, especially if he has you on your side and he's right in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Said I love you for the first time during sex. Was mortified with himself, he meant it but was extremely embarrassed. Apologized profusely and told you he did mean it. And thankfully you love him back, obviously.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Ah yes, python 3. I'll be honest, I'd say he's at the higher average end in size but makes up for it in girth... Like a fucking coke can.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Leon had little to no sex drive but once you two got into a relationship he's like a teenage boy again. Can barely stop from wanting you all the time. But he's still more of the romantic intimate type and would rather just exist with you than constantly be at each other.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He clings onto life afterwards. Just wants to make sure you're taken care of but the second you relax against him he's down for the count. Like a god damn bear in hibernation.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil x reader #🌿 ivy writes

[v1x3n]

♡ the winning battle

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ┃ navigation ୨୧ tags : angst

part one

simple. the plan was simple. get in, grab the files, get out. clearly noone had expected the swarm of enemies that flooded in after yous.

you, simon and johnny. you three were all on this mission together. only two of yous made it out.

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as you and simon were changing together, you put on your shirt whilst he was almost nearly done. simon was a quick changer.

"si?" you continue changing, not looking at the big man who span to look at you. he lets out a low hum, as if to say yes. "come help"

as commanded, he did what you said. he almost hopped over to you ans gave you a hand putting on your equipment. squeezing it tight so it wouldnt fall off, the lingering touches when his fingers glided across your skin sent electricity down your body. you giggle at him, knowing he had a big, fat, goofy smile on under his mask. "wha's so funny" he breathly chuckles.

"can tell your smiling all silly."

"really?" he smirks. you nod.

he huffs as he takes a small laugh, wrapping his arms around your waist. giving your ass a slight squeeze then bringing his hands back up. you glare at him, pulling him closer whilst taking in his smell. "c'm on, love" he grabs your hand and pulls you to where you were meeting soap.

price was there, "all yous need to do is get the files then get out. easy task, we hope."

you three manged to get in easily. like price had said - easy task. the hard task was getting out.

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"we cant just fucken leave 'er!" simon almost cries out. tears almost breaking out of his tear ducts. he remembers the words you had just said not even 15 minutes ago.

your tears Sprawling out from your eyes as the blood pours from your chest. the hole that was put into your chest was the work of a bullet. the gun of the enemy when all them attacked you and the other two.

the enemys that shot you when you used yourself as a distraction.

the enemys that took you down as the others ran away, like you told them too.

the enemys that took your life, youre gasping for air as your life flashes back to him. to simon Riley. the man who was alwasts there, the man who fought along you and the man who you loved.

but now you weren't there, he automatically loved you more. he won. he finally fucking won, but the cost was your life.

the battle that had went on for months.

'i love you most'

'nope, i do'

everlasting war. he won this time though. you shouted it out as they ran off.

"simon, you win." he knew. he knew instanty what you were talking about.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Soji and Raiden giving forgotten queen guide around the Japan area of Valhalla as both guide and guard as she is wearing best silk dress and adorn with gold jewelry as she told them some people who are Japanese start appearing in her area and she just wanted to make sure that there is no culture misshapen

-You ignored the stares, not bothered by them, as you were walking alongside Raiden and Soji in the Shinto pantheon. You knew that you stuck out, wearing a rather revealing black gown made of silk, adorned with gold jewelry draping along your body.

-To you, you looked normal, this were the types of clothes you wore in your homeland and in your area of Valhalla, but for those in the Shinto pantheon, it was a little jarring, as you looked so exotic.

-Raiden was elated when you asked him to show you around, and Soji joined shortly after, offering to be your bodyguard, as there had been a slight uptick in crime, and you were a walking target, or so they thought.

-They both knew that you could handle yourself, knowing that you are a powerful warrior in your own right, even when unarmed, but others around you didn’t know that.

-You told them that you had been getting more visitors to your side of Valhalla, people from various pantheons, with the most being from the Shinto pantheon, as they were curious about your culture, wanting to know more.

-You welcomed the visitors, making sure anyone who came felt like they were not strangers, welcoming them with kindness, food, and friendship.

-This is what drove you to go to the Shinto pantheon, as you wanted to know more about their culture, to learn about them, that way you could make sure there were no social or cultural incidents that could offend the visitors.

-Raiden loved the idea of people traveling to the different pantheons, as it was a good way to meet knew friends, and in his case with the Hindu pantheon, finding strong opponents, like Shiva.

-You got to speak with many merchants, many who looked a little intimidated speaking with you, mainly because you were stunning and you seemed to radiate with regal aura, they could easily tell you were someone of power, even without knowing who you were.

-Those who had bad intentions who had seen you when you first arrived, quickly backed off, seeing not only one of the strongest and most well-known rikishi in the world, but one of the deadliest swordsmen as well.

-They would be foolish to try anything with those two around you, despite the two of them grinning and acting goofy while you were trying mochi, finding it not only very chewy, but stretchy as well, thinking it was cute.

-You appreciated seeing this side of things, seeing the home of those who were visiting you, and you learned some things about their culture that made you realize that despite the cultural differences, it was easy to make friends and make others feel welcome.

-You were looking at an artisan’s booth of blown glass when Soji shouted, “Y/N!” you heard him draw his sword and you instantly turned, seeing a thief lunging at you, trying to grab any of the jewelry hanging on your body.

-Your hand shot out, catching him by his face, stopping his approach instantly as your eyes felt like they were drilling ice into his body, “Don’t touch me.”

-When he tried to get away from you, you let him go, but when he charged again, you grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder, making it look easy as you slammed him into the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

-Soji was quick to put himself in front of you as you stood, defending you while Raiden spoke, “Are you okay Y/N?” you were trying to control your breathing, the adrenaline slowing as you nodded, “I am.” Soji apologized for not reacting more quickly, but you weren’t bothered as the would-be thief was taken away.

-The merchant had been impressed with your skills and strength, gifting you a small blown figurine of a rabbit, which you thanked him for, when he refused to let you refuse, it was a cute gift, and so unique.

-As you got ready to head home, you turned to your two escorts, “Thank you for indulging my request for today, and thank you for both for walking around with me. If you two would like to come to my pantheon, I will treat you both to a tour and a meal.”

-Raiden immediately agreed, looking a bit excited to spend more time with you, which did surprise Soji a bit, but he agreed after a moment as well, looking forward to seeing a new pantheon and culture.

-They couldn’t wait to visit and you were looking forward to their visit as well, wanting them to enjoy themselves.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror raiden #ror okita

[sardonic-the-writer]

—bad luck buddies

SUMMARY | sometime in between filling in for carver and completing your mission with ladybug, the two of you manage to have a few laughs

PAIRING | ladybug x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | strictly platonic, spoilers for bullet train, hit men, guns, mentions of murder, etc

WORD COUNT | 600+ words

AUTHORS NOTE | very goofy man. funny too. a short little one shot this time though sorry. wasn't having a good night tonight and just wanted to get this done

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"Are you sure I can't get you to give up the number for Barry?"

A gruff voice chuckled next to you as you both through foot traffic, hair bristling in the wind.

"Sorry (Y/n). Gotta keep him all to myself. I can recommend another therapist, though."

Laughter.

"Are you two done talking yet, or should I wait untill you've finished to give you the mission details."

A smile blossomed on your face as the earpiece nestled snugly in your ear buzzed with the sound of Maria's voice. You spared a quick glance at the man next to you, his own expression riddled with amusement—the twinkle in his eyes a dead giveaway.

"Sorry Maria." You grinned. "But Ladybugs' new mindset has me rethinking some of the ways I do my job."

"See! That's exactly what Barry was talking to me about. Put a positive mood out into the world, and it comes back to you." Ladybug snapped his fingers with a triumphant smile, much to the chagrin of Maria. Who by now had sighed in your ear more times than you could count on both hands.

"Please don't tell me you two left the guns in the locker."

You could practically see her pinching the bridge of her nose right now—smudging that weird eyeliner she always insisted on applying. Probably regretting letting the two of you fill in for Carver; that bastard. It was bad enough that separately the two of you barely scraped by on missions. But together? Even you had to admit that the universe seemed to push against your every move. Hence the whole therapist talk. It was high time you tried professional help. At least that's what your targets told you right before you stabbed them in the neck.

"Hey don't sweat it boss man. Er—lady." You readjusted your coat, briefly stopping to apologize to the few pedestrians you would bump into. Didn't expect train stations to be so busy at this time of day. "You said this would be a breeze right? So no guns, no problem."

A beat of silence.

"Your lack of response tells me that you either see the brilliance of the situation or hate us right now." Ladybug scratched at his scruff, nearly knocking his ridiculously chunky glasses astray meanwhile.

"I'm thinking the second one." Maria deadpanned. All she got in response was a cheeky grin from you and Ladybug.

Quick work was made of hopping on the bullet train as you both continued your banter, footsteps falling in sync as you padded up and down the carpeted iles.

"Now you're looking for a breifcase—"

"Could you be a bit more specific?"

"Let me finish (Y/n). You're looking for a silver breifcase with a train sticker on the handle."

"That's not at all ironic." Ladybug cracked a joke, lightly setting his arm on your shoulder to prevent you from toppling on him as the train began to move with a hiss. To which you sent him a goofy salute.

"Fuck it's cold in here. You couldn't have picked a warmer train to stash this case?" You complained, half to Maria and half to Ladybug. Both rolled their eyes, albeit one more playfully than the other. A few nearby passengers didn't seem to take as kindly to your loud complaints though, tossing a nasty look or two.

"Well sorry if the twenty million in cash didn't ask before picking a route out of Tokyo. Did you want to ask the current handlers about a change in plans?"

"Nope." You popped the p while continuing to meander after Ladybug. "I'd rather snatch it from under their noses thank you very much."

Ladybug turned around momentarily to join in on the conversation, clearly buzzed about the promise of a short and easy trip.

"After all." He grinned. "How difficult could this job be?"

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[nem0-nee]

- THE CATERING -

All seemed normal in Night Raven College. Well, aside from the fact that it looks like time itself was stopped. Seemingly every student that attended this school remained motionless, stiff in one pose. It was as if they saw a glimpse of Medusa’s eyes and turned into stone. The root of this incident is eerily similar to that premise. But rather than making eye contact with the gorgon, they were caught in the sights of a certain Heartslabyul student.

The survivors called it “The Catering,” obviously named after the student, Cater Diamond. It’s quite a silly goofy title for such a horrifying event. I mean, it is a pun with his name.

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Idia Shroud remains to be one of the sole survivors of The Catering, staying hidden in his trademark hiding spot in Sam’s shop. He can’t help but stress over what was happening. It’s bad that the student population was slowly being converted into a dedicated recreation of the mannequin challenge, but it’s worse that the “mega extrovert” Cater Diamond was the source of this. If this was one of the apocalypse comics he read online, then this scenario was an S+ in difficulty.

Currently, Cater’s clones are running rampant throughout campus. Each one of them wielded a phone, seeking to take a photo of their next victim. One by one, these unfortunate students were forced to hold a plate and pose for the camera. Each snap and click lead to their eventual transformation, where they would remain stuck in the pose they were forced to take.

Now, how did this all happen?

It all started when Trey had just finished cooking a bunch of desserts in the Heartslabyul kitchen. Cater offered to serve and deliver the food, saying how he wanted to "cater" and let Trey take a break. Of course, Trey saw no problem with this, finding the idea of Cater doing the catering somewhat a funny concept, and let his buddy handle the food from there on. Thus, Cater invited his first victims in the kitchen, and they were the freshmen duo of the dorm: Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade.

The pair initially thought they'd be able to freely dig in with no cost. But no, Cater was insistent on snapping a few photos to commemorate this fine occasion. All they had to do was hold the plate full of food, smile for the camera, and remain as still as they could. This was so that Cater could snap a picture of the perfect shot. It sounded easy enough, so they were down for the task. Who says no to essentially free food after all?

Though, it became apparent that this simple task was much more difficult than they thought. For one, the plate was quite heavy. Not too heavy that it's hard to lift, but heavy in a sense that it puts a strain on your arms if you carry it for too long. Another thing was that Cater was adamant for that perfect shot.

A few photos turned into a bunch, evident with the clicking noise Cater’s phone made, and there was no sign of stopping at all. The shot had to be absolutely perfect according to Cater. This quick snapshot turned into a full blown photoshoot, which aggravated poor Ace and Deuce. Their smiles grew more weary with each passing photo.

They tried pleading with their upperclassman, yet he didn't seem to snap out of his trance. All Cater would do was snap, snap, snap. Good grief, all they just wanted was free food.

After a myriad of clicks and shots, they felt their muscles no longer cramping in pain. Rather, they felt at ease being in the pose they held for ages. Even the plate felt weightless, as if the food on it had disappeared into thin air. Little did they know that they were now undergoing the process of The Catering.

Cater was eventually satisfied with the shots he took, leading the pair to breathe out a sigh of relief. Except, they can't seem to do that. In a panic, Ace tried to move. No matter how much he tried to make himself move, he just couldn’t budge. It didn't even feel like his joints were glued in place, it was more like he forgot how to move. He tried not to panic, glancing over to Deuce if he was stuck like he was. Sure enough, the blue haired boy also had great difficulty moving a muscle. This was definitely the time to panic.

Deuce tried to call out to Cater, but not being able to move his jaw nor his lips made it somewhat of a challenge. Somehow he could still speak, so he began begging Cater for help. Yet such efforts were unrecognized, as Cater’s eyes were glued on the screen of his phone. A small grin plastered on his face as he basked at the perfect shot of the two. Keeping his eyes on his phone, he bid goodbye to the two, and made his way out of the kitchen, bringing a trolley that contained the rest of Trey’s desserts. Ace’s and Deuce’s screams eventually faded into obscurity, with their throats no longer being able to move like the rest of their bodies.

Following that, Cater managed to photograph the rest of the Heartslabyul dorm. Even the housewarden wasn't safe from The Catering. Apparently, he was believed to be the next victim following Ace and Deuce. Riddle tried to resist Cater, even finding his demands to be quite absurd. This was the first instance of when Cater used his unique magic to achieve his goals. With his clones, they all held on one of Riddle's limbs, having him pose in place for the camera. Riddle was about to use his own unique magic to subdue all the other Caters, but he found himself unable to speak. Not being able to cast his UM, Riddle eventually succumbed to The Catering.

Now, back to the present. Idia somehow survived all of this. Even he was in disbelief, thinking that he should've been cater’d at this point in the story already. Being alive in this stage is a curse for him. He's not swift enough to run away from the other Caters, nor would he be able to fend against them. Plus, the weapon they wielded was more terrifying: a smartphone camera. Idia has always dreaded being photographed, and it didn't help that it was an object of fear for a much worse reason.

Ortho wasn't there to help him. He had distracted the clones and shielded his brother from the Caters just so he wouldn't get photographed. A noble sacrifice indeed, but Idia really wished that he was the one who had to go. He's not fit for this kind of scenario at all, and all Ortho did was delay the inevitable. This was surely a living hell for him.

As if the gods had heard his complaints, Idia sees one of Cater’s clones on the camera feed. This would normally be fine, if it weren't for the fact that this clone was making his way to Sam’s shop. Well shit, ain’t that just unfortunate. He now has to pass the skill check just not to aggro the clone. It'll just be like the horror games he played before-

The clone was standing from a distance, staring right into the depths of his eyes. It’s mouth was curled into this one big smile that unsettled Idia to his core.

“Come out Idia! I gotta t̸̛̛̲̗̩̉̈͗̍̅a̸̖͉̭̩͚̫͛̄͗̈̆̽̋̿͂̂͊͗̈́͜͝k̸͈̝̱̻̬̱̠̺̈́͜ę̷͓͕̰͎̙̙̣̜͚̯̣̭̳͊͗̔̉̓̑͑̐͆̾̚ ̸̩̼̜͐͌́͑̓̀͛͂̔̓͌̾̓͜͝s̴̻̖̒̆̆̾͠o̸̱̜̪̫̜͇̊̌̍̄͌̈́̎̀̾̿̎̽͘ͅͅm̸̧̧̼͉̱͕̻̞̀̈̎̽̕͘͝ͅe̸̮̜͇͔̝̥̯͓̦͍̟̎̎̔̎͐ ̴̢̺̪͔̈p̵̝̀̊̚h̵̭͖͕͎̘͂̇͑̀̔̑̐̍͠o̸̢̟̹͙̭̰̻͐͒͊͊̌ͅt̷̡̧̝̗̪͕̀̔̍̌͆́̽͋̄͆͘ô̶̧͎͚͕̜̖͓͎̞̗͍͌͛́͑͗̔̈́̃̚͜͜ş̸͔̭̣̱͕̄͆̌͒́̓̈́͛͊͋̚͘ for my Magica!” The clone exclaimed cheerily, keeping his eerie smile whilst he spoke,

Idia didn't want to end up like those horror movie protagonists, so he did what he thought was smart; bolt and get the fuck out of there. He would rather die from exhaustion due to running than have a photo of him on the internet.

Based on what others have observed, The Catering comes in a couple of phases. Though, they all can't seem to agree on what they are exactly, nor how many steps there are exactly. The only thing they all have agreed upon is that the moment that Cater gets a hold of you, it’s already too late. So all Idia needed to do was keep running and never look back.

He ran and ran until he finally reached the main building, urging himself to hide in one of the classrooms. The poor guy tried to catch his breath and steady his heart rate. This smart decision of his was a really stupid one, as he now trapped himself in a room with no alternative routes of escape. It didn't help that he definitely aggro’d the clones, meaning they were after his ass now. His chances of survival were now as good as zero.

When he thought the coast was clear, the sudden buzzing of his tablet caused him to jolt. Idia immediately picks it over to put his notifications to damn silent, but immediately stops dead in his tracks. Apparently, Ortho managed to take down the wad of clones that attacked them previously, and now he reunited with the remaining survivors. Idia was overjoyed by this; his brother made it and would now be the savior of this apocalypse! Ortho adds on that he would make an attempt to rejoin his brother. For now, he should sit tight and wait for rescue.

This good news was suddenly met with a bad one; Idia heard Cater’s voice just outside the room he was in.

“Come out, come out wherever you are Idia! I need these photos #ASAP.”

Idia tried his best not to scream nor panic. There was a surge of adrenaline coursing through his body, urging him to do something. Yet he just can't seem to do anything.

Cater tried to open the door between them, but was unable to as Idia remembered to lock the door. However, this factor would lead to his unfortunate end. Cater now knew someone was in there, and it was most likely Idia. With his cleaver from the kitchen, he began hacking away the door that stood between them. Idia now couldn't help but scream as his eyes flooded with tears.

After hacking away a good chunk of the door, Cater peeked into it, glancing over to Idia. The expression he made was far too happy, extremely unfitting for this situation.

“HERE’S CAY-CAY!!!!”

The shrill of Idia's screams echoed throughout the building. Cater slid his arm in through the hole to unlock the door, and Idia remained backed into a corner, only capable of screaming his lungs out. This was it, the bad end of the story. Worst of all, his face covered in sweat, eyes puffy from all the tears, and the snot dripping from his nose would all be captured in the picture, immortalizing his frightened, non-photogenic state on the internet and in real life. What a nightmare it was. GG Idia.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst shitpost #cater diamond #idia shroud #twst fanart #twst fic #this was funnier in my head 💀 #definitely gonna make a comic version in the future #didn't proofread this whoops

[theresattrpgforthat]

Mint Reviews - In Want of A Match

This is a review for h. Moon’s game In Want of A Match, a multi-player dating-sim ttrpg. I received a copy of the game from the designer, but the review is simply because I wanted to do it!

In Want of A Match is setting-agnostic, which means that you can place your characters in any time period, in any degree of fantasy or science fiction. The rules of the world around you don’t mean nearly as much as your characters’ potential compatibility. The game takes place over a series of turns, where players will pair their characters up and send them out on dates, rolling using binary pairs of stats to attempt to boost their compatibility scores.

Each player controls two characters, one who is looking for their One True Match, and one firmly believes that Opposites Attract. The rules of the dating game are slightly different for each of these characters. For the One True Match, they are attempting go find a partner who has similar ratings, while Opposites Attract seek out partners with opposing ratings.

The game’s language is very casual in voice, as if the author is sitting next to you while he’s teaching you the game. This also feels pretty easy to run as a one-shot, with character creation, the opening scenario, and the following dates happening in smooth succession. The game can be competitive if you like, with you trying to make the couples that your characters are in the most successful of the group.

The biggest con of the document as it stands is the slight ambiguity around how rolling opposing stats works on dates. When I reached out to the game designer, he was very willing to explain how these work, and I think he’s working on clarifying the language around these rolls.

I like the fact that this game is setting-agnostic, because it makes it very flexible. I think In Want of A Match would be an excellent prologue to a game like Good Society, as a quick way to determine the pairings of the generation prior. You could play this game to set up the parents and determine how compatible they are prior to marriage, and then fast-forward twenty years to see how those marriages are affecting their children - the PCs.

This might also be a fun goofy way to pair up your characters from previous campaigns, kind of like a Coffee Shop AU that lets you imagine what kinds of dates your blurbs would go on.

If you’re a romantic at heart and like a little bit of competition, this might be worth checking out!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #mint reviews

[jackie-sugarskull]

Here’s a bit of a sequel to this oneshot I made.

@candyheartedchy wanted me to continue it, so I had to oblige 😁

Everyone has a little bit of a dark side in them, even the kindest people. Jack herself was proof of this, as she was enjoying watching Max squirm a little too much while he proceeded to trip over his own words wondering just how his “Uncle Colosso” was here.

“I’m here to help my dear niece win this game,” Colosso explained smoothly. Allison stood up from her seat and walked up to greet him.

“Hello, it’s so nice to meet another member of Max’s family,” she said politely before muttering, “Not that I’ve technically met anyone else…”

“Sorry, Allison,” Jack said, allowing the boy some mercy. “He’s just been really nervous.”

“I thought this was supposed to be Family Game Night,” Colosso said pointedly before walking past Allison. Then he swiftly tossed his hat aside, which Jack managed to catch, as he spotted Barb. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he approached her.

“Barbara,” he said as he kneeled beside where she sat on the couch, his voice going a few octaves lower. “Still as ravishing as ever.” He then gently took her hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it. And despite Barb’s obvious disgust at his flirting, Jack couldn’t help but find it pretty smooth, especially for him.

“Ew, ew, okay, no. No!” With a shudder, Barb wrenched her hand away and stood up. Colosso visibly deflated at this, and Jack put a supportive hand on his shoulder as he sat on the couch.

“Take it easy, big guy,” she said. He looked at her hand on his shoulder briefly in surprise before his brown eyes met her blue, his smile soon mirroring her own.

“Phoebe, we’d like to talk to you in the kitchen, please,” Barb said hastily as she walked out of the living room.

“Oh, really, what about?” Pheobe asked not-so-innocently.

“Phoebe. Kitchen. Now!” Hank declared with a forced smile. He then walked into the kitchen with Phoebe not too far behind. Colosso glanced around the room awkwardly before his eyes locked with Billy and Nora’s, the latter of the two giving him a friendly wave and a goofy smile.

“You two look smaller than I remember,” he said with an amused smirk of his own.

“Yeah, well you’re taller than I thought you’d be, so consider us even,” Jack retorted, playfully rolling her eyes, which got a chuckle out of him. As this went on, Billy and Nora got up to leave the room after whispering amongst themselves.

“We’re going to fix my brain, so nobody look!” Nora announced loudly, much to everyone’s confusion, as she followed Billy. Jack watched them leave in suspicion. They clearly were trying to cheat to win the car.

“So… this is weird,” Allison mused, turning Jack’s attention to her and Max, who looked at his girlfriend in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Him,” she specified as she pointed to the couch. Max and Jack turned around, the latter bursting out in laughter at the sight before them. Colosso was taking a drink from a nearby water bottle… by holding it upside down. He may be human for now, but apparently his rabbit instincts were hard to break.

“Don’t mind him,” Jack said between giggle-snorts. “He likes to goof off.”

“Hey, do you want a quick tour of the house?” Max asked, barely hiding the panic in his voice.

“Oh, I’d love one,” Allison said.

“Yeah, start with the back!” He said hastily as he pushed her toward the nearest door. As she looked at her incredulously, he quickly added, “I’ll catch up.” After left the room, he stormed over toward Colosso, who was now apparently searching for something. “What are you doing?!”

“Looking for some shredded newspaper,” Colosso said. “That was a lot of water, and I don’t wanna ruin Lady Barbara’s couch!” Max rolled his eyes.

“Of all people, you teamed up with Phoebe?!” He asked. “I thought we were best friends!”

“We were, until you ditched me for Little Miss Bright Eyes!” Colosso shot back.

“Her eyes are amazing, aren’t they?” Max sighed dreamily. Jack rolled her eyes as Colosso shuddered.

“Ick. The point is; Phoebe’s my new best friend now.” This declaration was met with disbelieving looks. “Okay, I still can’t stand her.”

“And what am I, chopped liver?” Jack snarked.

“Of course not!” Colosso said, before his attention went back to Max. “But I am gonna help Phoebe win that car so you can’t get it! Traitor!”

“You’re the traitor!” Max shouted.

“You’re the traitor!”

“You teamed up with Phoebe!”

“You threw me down the chute!”

“Guys…?” Jack started as the shouting began to escalate.

“THERE IS NO WAY I’M LETTING YOU WIN!”

“THERE’S NO WAY I’M LETTING YOU WIN!”

“Guys!” She began to step between them as she started to hear her heart pounding in her ears.

“You traitor.”

“AW, IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!”

“ENOUGH!!!”

At that, twin shadows suddenly spawned to restrain the two arguing friends, much to their shock. The looked over to see Jack, a shadowy aura surrounding her as her eyes turned pitch black. Colosso wouldn’t voice his thoughts, but she definitely could be an intimidating villain if she wanted to be. Not that he hadn’t tried to convince her of such.

“I can only handle so much stress, and right now you two aren’t helping matters,” she said and turned to look at Max. “You; go be a proper host and give our guest an actual tour of the house.” Max nodded, and the shadow holding him dissipated. As he turned to go after Allison, he shot a concerned look to Colosso, who simply gave him a reassuring nod. Once he was out of the room, the shadow holding the older of the two also vanished.

“Sit down,” Jack said to him shakily, the aura around her flickering as she shut her eyes. He was quick to do so. She soon sat down next to him, shaking as she tried to steady her breathing.

He had seen this before. She was trying to get a handle on herself so she wouldn’t lose control of her powers. But all those other times, he had been in a smaller, more cuddly form to help ground her. This was something entirely new for him.

Hesitantly, he put his hand on her shoulder.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I’m right here. It’s okay. Breathe.”

The sound of his voice was something that hadn’t changed, and it seemed to work as she took a deep breath. Then another, and another as her shadow aura slowly faded. After a moment of slow breathing, she finally opened her eyes, which were back to that familiar blue.

“Thanks,” she said quietly with a small smile. He smiled back.

“Hey, ‘Emotional Support Supervillain’, remember?” He asked playfully, which got a giggle out of her. Now that they were alone, she was able to get a proper look at him. His face was on the rounder side, and surprisingly friendly looking, although for a supervillain, that could be used as an advantage. His body type was also similar to Hank’s; not exactly muscular, but not overweight, either.

“So… this is what you actually look like.”

“Wait, you mean you hadn’t seen me human before?”

“Well, I mean I’ve seen newspaper articles about you before, but those photos don’t exactly do you justice, you know?”

That got a smirk out of him.

“Like what you see?” He asked, his voice going low again.

“Pffft—shut up!” She said, lightly smacking his arm as the two of them laughed. “Still, it is nice to actually see you like this in person, literally. Gotta say, you are rockin’ the pink.”

“Thanks.”

“You know,” her tone sobered. “They’re probably gonna turn you back as soon as Allison leaves, you know that, right?”

“Unfortunately,” he said bitterly. She put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Well, before that happens… I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.” He looked at her curiously, which she was quick to reassure him. “Nothing crazy, I promise!” She could feel her face go hot in embarrassment as his expression turned expectant, and put her face in her hands.

“C’n I ‘ave a ‘ug?” She mumbled. He leaned towards her.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

She slowly lifted her face to look at him and sighed.

“…Can I have a hug?”

“A hug?” He looked surprised at this. “But you hug me all the time.”

“Exactly; I hug you,” she explained, her face still flushed as she avoided eye contact. “It’s not every day you’re in a condition to actually hug me back.”

Realization dawned on him then. He was human now. He didn’t have paws anymore; he had actual arms for once! He chuckled to himself a bit as he scooted closer to her.

“As the lady requests,” he joked, pulling her into an embrace. She briefly stiffened, before relaxing and returning the hug full force. The way he held her was exactly how she imagined; sturdy, but still gentle in a way that made you feel safe. She smiled, burying her face into his shoulder as he rested his head on top of hers. She knew it wouldn’t be forever, so she was gonna make this last as long as possible.

“Thanks, Fuzzball.”

“No problem, Shadowling.”

Unbeknownst to the two of them, Phoebe had peeked out of the kitchen to snag a photo with her phone of this rare moment of kindness from that annoying rabbit. And she was certain to send it to Jack… after she pulverized Max in Game Night, of course.

#the thundermans #dr colosso #max thunderman #phoebe thunderman #barb thunderman #hank thunderman #original character #oc #oc x canon friendship #self insert fic

[bestanimatedmovie]

And round 2 is officially over!

It was very intense! Some of you wanted to (lovingly) hit me with something, but jokes on you because that only makes me stronger 😈

We had some real sweeps. Not whatever you call when your fav is losing, but actual bona fide sweeps. Congratulations to Howl's moving castle, A Goofy Movie, The Breadwinner and Wolf Children for obliterating their opponent. But specially to Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, biggest sweep and most votes! *insert the evil has been defeated.jpeg*

We also had not one, but two ties! Kung Fu Panda vs Treasure Planet and The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie vs Turning Red! All get to advance to next round, wohooo! And we had so many almost ties! I feel specially bad for the Lego movie which was slightly ahead when I checked an hour before closing time, but the fervor of mutant turtles fans is nothing to be scoffed at. Encanto, Tangled, Birdboy, Meet the Robinsons, Isle of Dogs and ParaNorman were also so close to making it! My biggest condolences to their fans 🙏

The Captain Underpants fandom, who managed to defeat another dog movie, entertained me a lot again, so I decided to bump the movie in my watch list and put it on top, see what all that love is about.

Speaking of watch lists, last time I promised I'd watch some movies, and I did! Here's some quick impressions of each:

The Congress: It was interesting. A bit too long for my tastes, specially at the beginning. Some things were a little too vague, I think. Can't help thinking not even animators would be needed with "AI". Reminded me of a sci fi story I read many many years ago and spent an hour looking for it. It was The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect, very similar concepts, go read it.

Waltz with Bashir: Another Ari Folman. The animation felt a bit too video game-esque to me at first, but you get used to it easily. This one is a documentary about the director's experiences in the Lebanon War, trying to find out his role in the 1982 Beirut Massacre. It's an exploration of memory and guilt and trauma. It's not easy to watch and it contains real graphic footage at the end. But if you can stomach that, go watch it.

The Fabulous Baron Munchausen: Available in the Internet Archive, which is lucky because I couldn't find it anywhere else. I guess it's not bad it lost because I'm not sure I could qualify this as animated.* I couldn't really get into the story, but the way it was filmed makes it a beautiful feast for the eyes.

Finally, you guys asked for a sideways map tree, also known as bracket, so now that we're down to 64(ish) movies I'll keep my promise and make it. That said, I expect to take a couple of days to organize everything and set up the polls, so we'll have a brief intermission. In the meantime, go watch some amazing animation shorts over at @best-animated-short-tourney

Keep sending those asks, it makes my day every time I receive one :D I love discussing the good, the bad, what you liked, what you didn't, all criticism welcome, but remember do not attack people over what they like!

*which does bring to question about what is or isn't an animated movie. We agreed Roger Rabbit could qualify, and of course CGI is a form of animation.... could it then be argued movies like Avatar (the blue ones) that rely heavily on CGI are animated? The film literally only has two shots with no CGI! Or the Disney "live action" remakes that are basically just CGI? Food for thought I guess.

#best animated movie #round 2

[popculturebuffet]

Pride Month Triple Feature Finale: Rocko’s Modern Life: Static Cling (Commission for Weird Kev 27)

Well this last installment is a bit late, but any month can be pride month if you belivie in yourself, so we end this pride month trilogy with Rocko’s Modern Life Static Cling, something i’ve been wanting to cover for years, but usually something came up or I realized I forgot to include it by the time the schedule was already full up. But with violence, legeslation, and outright bigotry towards Trans Persons only escalating, it felt like the right time.

For those not as familiar with Rocko, quick refresher: Rocko’s Modern Life was one of the earliest Nicktoons, created by Joe Murray and being a hit not just with the networks target demo, but adults who related to the series, a 20 something hang out sitcom but with all the lunacy animation allows. Our Rocko, his doofy friend Heffer and nerdy best friend Philbert dealt with nipples of the future, death, time travel with the elderly, elves, and recyling. The show was very of it’s time but also timeless as MANY of the fairly adult subjects it tackled in it’s unique goofy way still resonate: the show tackled topics like your parents not approving of a mixed marriage, the struggles immigrants face, homosexuality (via clowns), a sexually unsatisfying marriage leading to a wondering eye (done ENTIRELY straight to the point the episode was banned), finding out your adopted, bosses treating their workers like a commodity instead of a person, megacorporations running our lives, credit card debt, and even sex work

It’s thanks to Rocko we have classics like Regular Show, it’s successor Close Enough and Tuca and Bertie. The kind of show that uses wacky humor while still showing some very real shit we have to deal with. 

So in hindsight. .it’s not really a stretch that with changing times, rocko would go from having to use clowns to cover queerness to doing a full coming out episode in it’s revivial special, a pogniant well done story that deeply reconteculaizes a beloved character

Pig you’ve been out since 1996. 

So let’s look at this touching tale and all the other neat stuff just in time for the show’s 30th anniversary shall we?

Static cling follows our boy, his bulbous buddy and his somethign else rhyming with b , picking up where we left off.. and the original finale to the series had our heroes shot up into space, returning as the elderly. The last part is stricken from the record Roseanne style, and instead our heroes have largely settled in: Filburt misses his wife tails, he misses her a lot, but otherwise our heroes are doing fine on fatheads reruns... till Filburt notices the remote has been jammed up Heffer’s butt for the past decade, they fight as usual and Rocko has to scream at them to “PUSH THE BUTTON”. TV’s Frank would not abide. 

SO with that our heroes return to earth. There’s also a nice small joke in that... most people really aren’t phased our heroes were gone 20 years: while we sadly dont’ get a scene with Heffer’s family , easily one of my faviorite parts of the series with Rocko’s dinner visit being one of my faviorite episodes, we do get to see his beaver hating grandpa, with all his innuendo glory, the only change being

And Filburt naturally easily reunited with Hutch because their perfect and we need that. It’s like our heroes were never gone for the most part.  The real exception is ROcko.. and i’ts easy to why: Filburt had a wife and four adoring children eager to finally get to know their dad. Heffer’s family is implictly there and his grandpa is still around only now he can posses lawn gnomes. Nothing’s really changed for either in a way that harms them. Filburt missed most of his kids’ lives, but they seem to have grown up fine.  In contrast when you think about it.. no one was really waiting for Rocko. He hit it off with Shiela well, but that was one episode towards the end. I mean he could look her up on face-o-rama, or something, so ti’s not lost, but when you think about the series with his family in australia.. all Rocko had were his friends, mrs. bighead (who warmly welcomes the guy back and gives him some needed support), and Spunky. Rocko really has nothign to come back to: his job is gone and while his friends adapt to the 2010′s really well... it’s all too much. it also makes sense: Heffer always went with the flow and while Filburt seems a bit too accepting on paper, he’ sa giant nerd in a world where he can livesteream being nauseous and blather about his opinons for an adoring public. I mean I woudnln’t of had the tools to do this when the show aired. I was two and the internet wasn’t easy to come by. Six maybe. 

While the montage of various “new” things was.. dated even by when it came out and is kinda just there outside of Schlammo, the unhealty energy drink , it hammers home that while his friends have accepted the present.. Rocko is lost in it. He was never one to easily accept new trends in the show itself, usually being pulled into things like health clubs or credit cards by Heffer, so it’s entirley in character that being stuck in a world 20 years later with nothing to really hold him there shatters his normal optimisim. I’ts pretty heartining to see rocko shattered a bit when bev finds him. It makes her trying to support him and help him heartwarming.. but it can’t really fix the problem of feeling like the world’s passed you by. It was striking to realize how deep Rocko’s story comes off, a story about nostalgia and how it can help us when we feel lost.. but how we can cling to it as our only salvation. I’ll admit to having dived into my various coping mechanisms, comics, games, tv, youtube, to escape... and to have a minor panic attack if one’s missing, so I may just relate to rocko a bit.. but it still works.  It also kicks off the plot as the fatheads is gone, and Rocko badly needs it. HIs cries for it fall on deaf ears for mr bighead though, who just oopsied at work.. and now his world is collapsing for real, with his job gone and his house soon to be gone. “A tv show won’t solve your problems rocko”. It’s a simple statment.. but one that’s true. TV can offer an escape.. but it’s not going to fix what’s wrong with yoru life. It’s the thesis statment of this special.  Granted it can at least save ed’s job and house and conglomo as the special revenue would do it. It’s heavily spoofing how much companjies rely on these revivials and nostalgia pops, with the series lovingly mocking how much money fans think a rocko special would bring nick.. and then accidnetly being accurate as while Static Cling didn’t bring in millions upon millions of dollars, it was still a success all the same. 

The problem is the head of congolmo wants the chameleon twins to make it cheap with CG. I mean grante dth eproblem is the fatheads also you know.. ende din the run of the show, but honeslty i’m willing to ignore that for what a good story it is and it could easily be said Rachel just had to go back and make more to pay the bills or something. This was also built both off the actual rumors, that later came true of a CG Rugrats reboot, which honestly dosen’t LOOK bad.  So with that our heroes decide to search for the series creator, “Ralph” Bighead, who disappeared during the time skip, as all the money, all the success didn’t make them happy. We get some fun gags including a faviorite of mine “Culturally ambgious pillows”, as our heroes tour the world to find the creator.  And thus about halfway into the special they find them int he desert.. and find out why no one had seen them. See while they last saw them as “Ralph”.... our heroes instead find RACHEL Bighead. 

And honestly ti’s excellently done for the most part. Before we get to all the good let’s get the elephant out of the room: Joe Murray should not have continued playing rachel. Joe.. is a cis man. A cis man should nto play a trans woman. I can however accept this wasn’t done with any malcious intent, and was likelky done to hide that Rachel was trans now, as the special has it as a twist, wtih Rachel having a hat on and only revealing their trans by steping out of her fatheads foodtruck. Having a new VA might give that away. I still wish they’d swapped them but I get Joe meant well.  I mostly get that.. because everything ELSE is done well. When you look back on who rachel was.. they were miserable. They had all the money in the world, but could never find creative fufillment with the fatheads, to thepoint they tried sabotaging a followup with wacky delli. I mean we got the cheese, the best character in the show, but Rachel never found fufillment. It was only by realizing who they always were and making their body into what they truly always wanted that Rachel is happy. Said happiness.. allows her the reconciatlion with her creatoion she never got in the original show, selling fatheads freezie pops. She found a new art, the life she alwasy wanted she’s content. She even refuses to do the special, and rightfully so: while the creator SHOUDL revivie a work if possible, if they don’t want to.. they shoudlnt’ be forced to. Rachel only agrees because her parents are in danger.  I also love the acceptance rachel gets: the boys all think it’s neat and instantly accept it, as you should. The reveal itself is simply done: Rachel steps out, says “I’m rachel now”.. and the boys all think it’s neat and accept it, attaching their drone to the ice cream truck and flying off. Bev also fully accepts it, happy their daughter’s happy and even finding her some cute shoes. It makes sense for all involved: while all from the 90′s, Rocko’s group has always been an accepting bunch for the most part, while Bev was always the parent that accepted their kid more.  It’s harder for Ed.. but it’s a well done harder. He’s bigoted, and potrayed as stupidly as that sounds: he rejects the idea of the special simply because he rejects the idea he has no son but a daughter. I also like the stealth pun there: he once claimed he had no son when he disowned rachel.. and it turns out he never did. Everyone around him rightfully sees this as stupid, and it’s portrayed as such, but what i Like is that they play this realistically. Instead of Ed throwing out slurs or throwing a tantrum, which sadly could very well happen, he just disowns his child, again, and storms off. He can’t accept a trans daughter because to him it’s a change. To Rachel.. it’ sbeing who she was always meant to be. Rachel ends up still making the special, remembering her past, including biting ed’s eye as a baby.. and using that. And while Ed has to be dragged to the premiere, as many a person has to be dragged into acceptaince... it’s said work that helps Ed see what a fool he’s been. Rachel reworks the fatheads.. but now includes a baby based on themselves. It adds great new jokes to the bit.. but it’s the last one, a reinactment of her “damaging her fathers retina”.. that makes Ed realize what he shoudl have all along: this is his child and who they always were. Being a woman not only allowed them to be happy.. but it dosen’t change who they are.. because this is who they ALWAYS were. And what helps is that... Rachel didn’t NEED ed’s acceptance. Their disapointed, but when he wails no at it, she simply says yes. They do the short because, even if Ed dosen’t accept her, she wont’ leave her parents homeless and still loves them both. And it’s ED who has to come around and accept that he has a daughter, he always did.. and that’s wonderful.  We also get Rocko.. not accepting the change. A baby, how dare he.. but ed talks him down, getting to the point of the special in a truly lovely speech. 

“Rocko we can’t live in the past, we can be grateful for it, but life isn’t permenant, and if we don’t embrace what’s now, we miss out on a lot of the important stuff. “ I couldn’t of said it better myself and belivie me i’ve tried. And it’s a perfect message for this special.. and for Rachels’ story. embrace what you have, not what you thought you had. This special is phenominal, with tons of great gags, a truly amazing story at the core, and lots of great cameos in some lovely animation. Check it out wether your new to rocko or want to revisit an old friend. Thanks for reading and happy belated pride. 

#rocko's modern life #static cling #rachel bighead #rocko rama #heffer wolfe #philbert #ed bighead #trans #lbgtqia+ #pride month

[sednonamoris]

raise a little hell

Pairing: John Marston x reader

Summary: You, John, and Arthur go out on the town after a successful score. Of course you couldn’t leave it at just one drink.

Warnings: Alcohol mention, canon-typical alcohol use/abuse, shenanigans

Word count: 1,240

A/N: Short and sweet to brace you for the upcoming angst 😘

Series masterlist • AO3

—

The saloon is crowded when you and the boys arrive. Laughter and conversation spill onto the street where you stand hitching your horses. Someone inside plays a jaunty piano tune. Through the window glow you watch patrons dance, eat, drink, sing. The people leaning porchside with lit cigars in their mouths tip a hat and half a smile your way.

Evening closes in on this little town nestled into the wilderness of the West.

The vast darkness that surrounds you is held at bay by the lanterns within, a gentle embrace of artificial light. It welcomes you with open arms, and you’re quick to fall into it with easy grins and pockets full of cash just begging to be spent. The three of you are still riding the high of a successful stagecoach robbery, and though you’re meant to be lying low on your return to camp you all agreed some celebration was in order. With John and Arthur involved, that can mean only one thing; drinks.

“Bartender!” Arthur calls the moment he passes the threshold with a wolfish grin. “Let’s see that top shelf.”

The barkeep rolls his eyes at your rowdy youth, but when Arthur slaps a fistfull of bills on the counter he’s quick to jump on those drinks. Three shot glasses slide down to your spot at the end of the bar, black label and deep amber. You turn to the boys with a grin of your own, clinking the glasses together before tapping them on the bartop and swallowing the shots down.

It burns smooth and strong the way only good whiskey can, lights a fire in your belly and an ember in your eye.

“Cheers to a job well done, boys,” you say.

“Cheers to money, and lots of it,” John adds.

“Cheers to things going according to plan, for once,” Arthur laughs and throws an arm around you both. “You kids made me proud today.”

John wrinkles his nose and shoves him off. “Shut up. You’re barely older than us.”

“Still counts, Johnny Boy.”

You laugh at the looks on their faces and order another round.

—

The drinks go down easy, then easier, ‘til whiskey might as well be water. You can’t quite remember how many you’ve had, but the world has gone a little fuzzy and a lot brighter. Your face hurts from smiling.

John is across the room playing poker - badly. There’s a rosy flush to his cheeks from the drink that softens the sharpness of his features. The locals love him, laugh at all his terrible jokes and smile along with his stories. You suspect it’s largely due to how much money they’re winning off him; Every time he has a good hand he turns around to flash a goofy grin your way. You can’t help but return it even as you laugh at him. Arthur is just as amused beside you.

“You know,” he says, “that boy really does like you.”

“I sure hope so. We’re friends. Best friends, maybe.”

“Yeah, maybe.” There’s a knowing glint in Arthur’s eyes even the haze of alcohol can’t dull. It makes you squirm in place. “You’re lucky, is all I mean. Took a lot longer for me an’ him to get on. Hell, sometimes we still don’t.”

You snort a laugh into your beer bottle. “That’s ‘cause you���re an ornery bastard, Arthur Morgan.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you?”

“Delightful.”

The comment earns you a laugh, surprised but genuine.

“Okay, sure, the sun just shines out your ass, don’t it.”

You clink your bottle to his with a smirk. “I’ll drink to that.”

—

You’re leaned against a back wall in a drunken smog trying and failing to convince one of the working girls to come upstairs with you when you hear the unmistakable sound of glass shattering and Arthur yelling.

Goddamn it.

“S’cuse me jus’ one moment,” you slur. She rolls her painted eyes and scoffs her painted mouth, but you’ve already turned toward the commotion.

It takes all of two seconds for you to register that Arthur has a man by the hair and John is cornered by two others - either his friends or sympathetic bystanders. It’s all you need to stride across the room, roll your sleeves to your elbows, and start swinging.

The fight comes to you in fragments. Someone’s thick forearm around your neck, your teeth sinking in and the taste of blood in your mouth. Dark spots dancing across your vision from a broken nose, the feeling of another man’s cartilage crunching under your fist. Uncontrollable, insane laughter bubbling out of your bloodied mouth between dodged punches. The return of that laughter from your opponents before they slap a firm hand on your shoulder and declare that you’re alright.

“Not so bad for a bunch’a no-good hooligans! You kids sure can pack a punch.”

You think Arthur buys the entire saloon a round of drinks.

It’s hard to remember because he definitely orders plenty for you.

—

The piano player lands on his ass with a thunk and a drunken giggle. Arthur promptly takes his place on the bench and begins playing what you think, distantly, is meant to be the tune of ‘Buffalo Gals’.

He doesn’t hit a single note - doesn’t really do more than ham-fistedly bang along the keys - but you and John sing along at the top of your lungs anyhow. It’s awful and off-key and you slur the verses together in a drunken rasp.

Perfect, is what it feels like. Perfect.

John’s wiry body radiates just enough heat, his arm slung loose around your shoulders like it belongs there. You make the mistake of looking over at him and swear your heart stops. His smile is wide and dopey when he notices you, flushed with good humor and several rounds of drinks too many, and you know the one you reflect back on him is that much wider and dopier.

What a pair you are. Over-served idiots.

He really is your best friend, though. Your heart aches with the fullness of it. With the knowledge it will never be anything more. Maybe the love you have for him wouldn’t be the same without the hurt, locked somewhere deep in your chest, but you don’t think you’ll ever know.

So you smile that much wider and sing even louder and tell yourself that this is good. It’s enough. To have him singing by your side is enough.

—

They kick you out at some point. At least, you remember landing face-first in the street, howling something fierce from the busted nose you’d earned earlier. Arthur laughs, the bastard.

Things after that are… fuzzy.

Someone yells at you for being too loud. One of you flashes a rude gesture while another one takes a piss in the street, laughing. All of you stumbling half-blind and boneless away from something that chases you.

Then nothing.

—

Midafternoon sun streams through your eyelids, forcing you awake. The blinding brightness on top of a pounding headache leaves you hissing out a wince. Your nose aches, too, and your stomach is in pieces.

The past twenty-four hours hide behind the catalogue of misery you’re experiencing, but other things slowly start to fall into place. First, that you’re snuggled between Arthur and John. Second, that you’re caked in mud. And third, with dawning horror, that you’re lying in the middle of someone’s sheep pen.

Last time you’ll ever go drinking with these idiots.

#john marston x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr x reader #fran writes #ghost story #ch. 5

[to-the-stars8]

Summer and Winter

Just a one-shot of Jason giving Bruce a Father's Day gift, and, in turn, Bruce remembering it when at his worst.

This is a continued chapter from the Learning to Love Slowly Series, but is also a stand-alone one-shot, too. Chapter it's based on; 14-Mistakes and the Illustrious Mr. Pennyworth "The last time Jason had smiled like that, from what Alfred could remember, was Father’s Day right before he died. He and Dick had done a silly photoshoot in secret as a gift to their adoptive father. God, Alfred could still remember the giggles and that smile as Bruce was presented with the gifts."

Jason rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for Dick in the foyer, trying to not act too happy as Alfred passed by him with suspicious glances. When his car pulled up the driveway, Jay ran out onto the front steps to greet him with a smile. 

Once Dick got out of the car Jason asked, “You got them?”

Holding up a large white envelope, his older brother said, “Got ‘em, and they look great.”

“Let me see,” Jay said as Dick neared, hand already stretched out. 

Jason took to looking at each picture, as there were fifteen, and couldn’t stop smiling. They were goofy, like the family photos from the eighties. Jason was dressed in his finest suit in them as well as Dick. 

Three of them were normal, just the two of them standing next to each other with picture-day smiles, and the others were just each boy by himself. Then, as he went on further they got crazier. Dick was doing a split in one photo with his hands up while Jason stood behind him t-posing. There was the one with him on his older brother’s lap like a little kid, and it could be easy to see the two of them had been dying of laughter with the tears welling up in their eyes. 

“You think Bruce will like these?” 

Putting Jason into a headlock, Dick laughed as he dragged the struggling young boy inside. “One way to find out, Jaybird.”

The two of them set off for Bruce’s room where he had been sleeping most of the morning. Alfred tried to stop them at one point but Dick had loudly, and proudly, exclaimed, “It’s Father’s Day, Alfred! He should be up already spending time with the kids he adopted.”

When the two of them entered Bruce’s room it was dark and quiet, almost like the cave downstairs. Tip-toeing in, the two of them drew back the curtains before Jason was pushed on top of Bruce’s back with Dick then following suit with his very own swan dive. Jason tried to not let the pictures get wrinkled through the scuffle, moving just enough to see Bruce’s eyes crack open. 

“Good morning,” He smiled. “We got something to show you.”

Bruce mumbled something tiredly before pushing his eldest son off of him and the bed. Sitting up, the elder man scratched his chin as he sleepily waited for them to explain what they wanted to show him. At the same time, Alfred entered, ready to scold the two of them, though Dick was quick to interject again with the fact that it was Father’s Day. 

Jason put the envelope onto Bruce’s lap and then waved Alfred over. Looking between them, Bruce slowly opened it. As he took out the photos his face was stoic, not a flash of emotion crossing it. Jason looked at Dick as he became more worried that Bruce didn’t like them. 

“Don’t just sit there, Bruce. Tell us what you think.”

A grin crossed his face suddenly. “They’re great, boys.”

“What do you think of this photo?” Jason giggled as he pull out the one of Dick doing the splits. “We got a smaller version of it so you could put it in your wallet.”

“This pose was Jay’s idea, just so you know.” Dick cackled as he looked through the other photos. “I say it turned out well, huh?”

Alfred brought one of the photos in front of him to see it better, adjusting his glasses as he did. “They’re interesting, to say the least.”

Jason laughed, commenting how that was the entire point of the photoshoot. Alfred just agreed with a hum as he stared at Bruce over his glasses. Despite the hesitation of emotion, the light in Bruce’s eyes betrayed his happiness. 

He loved his kids more than anything in the world despite him not showing it often, and this just solidified it more. Alfred was sure that when they left the man would be left in a heap of happy tears and mumbles about how perfect his boys were. For now, he tried to keep the facade of coolness. He was Batman, after all. There was a reputation to be had. 

“I think I’ll be putting the more normal ones in my wallet,” Bruce said. 

Jason scoffed. “Instead of this beauty? You’re depriving the public.”

“No, Jay,” He said. “I don’t want to explain why I have a photo of my kids where you’re sitting on Dick’s lap.”

“I thought that would be hilarious,” Dick interjected, feigning offense. 

Bruce made a point not to say anything else about the topic but did sit there admiring the photos for some time. He knew he would order some nice custom frames for the larger pictures to put on his desk at work and in the cave. 

Alfred took his quietness as tiredness and started to usher the boys out. Before they had the chance to slip from him, Bruce did the rare thing and pulled them into a hug. 

“Yeah, yeah, you old man,” Dick said. “We get it, and we love you, too.”

Jason, in a rare moment of willingness to be vulnerable, put his forehead against Bruce’s shoulder and whispered, “Yeah, I love you, Dad.”

At that moment, Bruce could have burst into tears as he held his boys closer. He loved them both so much and wished he knew the words to say to them. If there was one thing he could ask the universe, it would be how can he, Bruce Wayne, be better at expressing how much he cherished his children. When they let go of him at Alfred’s command to let him rest, the world felt colder without them. 

At that moment, Bruce realized that before they came into his life he had been too used to the cold. 

Had it always been that way? After his parents died everything felt like winter; grey, desolate, and freezing. After a while, Bruce just assumed that’s how it had always felt. 

Then, Dick, followed by Jason, scampered in, bringing with them spring and summer. Their smiles, jokes, and brightness despite the looming anguish in their lives amazed Bruce. He doubted it was anything he did, but he would be damned if he didn’t try to keep the warmth of their happiness vanish. 

Yet, just like it was supposed to, summer froze into winter yet again. 

And, Bruce wished he didn’t know how cold Jason feel. 

As he sat there in the rubble, Bruce held his little boy to his chest as he tried to keep him warm, rocking and weeping. He could feel the comfort of the sun sizzle out and the clouds creep as they wept with him. 

When he returned with news, the household turned into the same desolate tundra it had been before. Dick couldn’t bear the cold without Jason, though he attempted to, and bundled himself in the solace of friends. Bruce wouldn’t blame even if he wanted to, because all of it was his fault. 

One night, when Bruce felt the freeze so much more than before, Alfred came in. He hadn’t budged much, no matter how much his charge insisted to move on. Nothing was said as he put a little picture before him. Suddenly, Bruce felt the same warmth he did the Father’s day a year before. It was just a smidge of the feeling, but he felt it all the same. 

Before him was the picture of his boy smiling—No, grinning. His green eyes sparkled with utter excitement his cheeks pink from laughing so much. Bruce picked up the photo and instantly decided to carry it with him always as it kept the cold at bay. He put it in a pocket in the Batsuit, wallet, the visor in any car he was in—Anywhere he could carry it so he could always remember what summer once felt like. 

#bruce wayne being a good dad #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne #jason todd fic #jason todd robin #jason todd and bruce wayne #angst jason todd #angst bruce wayne #batdad #dick grayson and jason todd #dick grayson #nightwing #alfred pennyworth #batman angst #batfamily

[chronotsr]

Pre-G1 Modules, part 6: Reflections

This isn't a full on post or anything, it really is just random thoughts. This blog has basically 3 goals, in no particular order:

Show off some weird interesting ideas from older modules. This is why the bullet-point sections exist.

Look at all the obscure modules no one's ever heard and don't get discussed so they can enjoy more awareness. This is why it's module to module and not lists of cool things I've found.

Look at how modules grew as an art-form. Their design, layout, styling, writing, et c. This is why it's in release order.

So I'm going to ramble about all 3 in turn.

1. Coolest ideas

So somehow the coolest idea I ran into in this roundup was keep on the borderlands ~in the desert~. The mental image is just stuck in my brain and if you're one of my fantasy age players, you've probably inhaled some spoilers accidentally now. It's gonna show up eventually.

I was also really fond of the really lateral use of animated objects in Tegel Manor, particularly the battlefield painting that spits arrows as the events on-canvas play out. It's very fun and very goofy and I regret the yearly Samhain one-shot being so far away. I will find an excuse to use that random magic statue table eventually.

Third place goes to the pet sea monster of the invincible overlord. It's just really stuck in my brain

2. Coolest Module You Haven't Heard Of

Oh that's easy. Tegel Manor. 100% Tegel Manor. That was easily the most fun I had writing this column so far, even as the pagecount sprawled and sprawled. I think the haunted house is the single best starting location for a new player, it's part of why I'm so ride or die for Ghosts of Saltmarsh (and I do specifically mean the 5e iteration, they did an excellent job realizing Saltmarsh as a location. It's a crying shame people hate because they expect pirates and get, not pirates).

Happily, I don't think the move is actually to just, buy modern Tegel Manor. In fact, a spiritual successor to Tegel Manor would be just what the doctor ordered.

3. The Growth of Module Design

I am telling on myself hard but my favorite part of watching this go on is to see the art of keying slowly evolve and standardize around the familiar model of today. We are far away from the, I know I will get crucified for this, frankly better keying of 5e. Or even the significantly improved keying of 4e. We are in crusty-ass 1970s keying, where if it was typed, it was professional. Honestly Temple of the Frog's keying is a shockingly good first attempt. The keying solution that Vampire Queen went for is, kind of novel in its own way. I kind of wish that this table-style keying had stuck around as a sort of summary page for quick reference, it's…honestly kind of convenient, especially for particularly hack and slashy campaigns.

Watching JG recover from their tailspin of excessive loot was really fascinating. I do keep in mind that weight was a big thing about loot recovery in early DND but what exactly was to stop a party from just going back in and looting the place over and over again, anyway? Sure the monsters could move around, the loot could move, but they still know the layout. I really feel like you have to simply not provide that much treasure, and I get the sense JG worked that out too.

Finally, I am just kind of happy to see the focus on creating dungeons, as in combat rectangles is already starting to be threatened as the status quo. Arneson obviously understood why this was bad, and you can see some designers working it out too. Holmes also had a very good grasp of pacing and dungeon layout that it would take others (including Gygax) a while to catch up to.

So anyway, see you at G1!

#0e #chronotsr #dnd #dungeons and dragons #tsr #ttrpg

[eddiemunsonsimpp]

Love at first Reconnect | Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson Reader | part one

masterlist

part two

warnings: drug use(just a lil mentions of smokin ganja)??? not sure of anything else AAAA

this is the first of what’s gonna be a few parts of a childhood best friends to lovers fic 🥺��� I appreciate any and all feedback ily guys🖤

wc: 2.3k

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You and Eddie had always been inseparable since you were in 3rd grade together, all the way through middle school. Your mom and his uncle Wayne had a plethora of scrapbooks filled with pictures of you two throughout the years. There wasn’t a day that went by that you weren’t going on little adventures together. That was, until High school cliques had lead you two to drift apart at the beginning of sophomore year.

Until your little brother joined Hellfire, which, being the older sister, you of course had to take him to.

Three times a week, 6:30 sharp.

Now, it’s mid January, and you’re waiting in the car outside of the high school, snow falling all around and painting the parking lot. You shivered into your jacket and pressed it against your body, cranking the heat up once again. You mindlessly flicked through your cassettes before settling on the album Master of Reality by Black Sabbath. You pressed play and skipped through the tracklist to your favorite song on the album, Sweet Leaf. You bopped your head along to the tune as you rummaged through your bag, eventually pulling out the blunt you had rolled earlier and a lighter. Might as well if I’m gonna wait.

You took a long draw, filling your mouth with smoke before deeply inhaling through your nose, immediately letting your back press against the seat, slumping your posture as you lazily nursed the burning wrap. You shut your eyes momentarily, moving your arms oddly in an attempt to dance to the music, murmuring the lyrics quietly as you smoked your blunt halfway down, before you jumped out of your skin at the sound of a quick tapping on the passenger window. You looked up, wide eyed, stoned and terrified. You relaxed once you saw through the smoke it was just Dustin. You paused for a minute, glancing around, trying to wrap your stoned mind around priorities. You quickly put out the blunt in your fingers, shoving it in an ashtray you had put in one of the cup holders and turned to unlock the doors. Smoke quickly flew out of the car and, unfortunately, into your younger brothers face, causing you both to cringe. You shot him a reserved, ‘sorry’ as he swung his leg inside, scooting into the seat but leaving the door open so the remaining smoke could escape. You sighed deeply and pressed your forehead into the steering wheel.

“Sorry, Dusty.” You muttered weakly. “I wasn’t expecting you that… quickly.” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, plugging his nose with his fingers. After a moment, you put the car in reverse and were on your way back home. “So, how was the campaignnn?” You grinned at him, poking him with your elbow. He swatted at your arm with a meek giggle. “It was great, per usual. But, it was the first game since winter break, so EVERYONE was super excited, and Eddie actually went pretty easy on us consi-“

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Eddie?” You echoed the name of his presumed DM.

He gave you a confused look. “Y-yeah? Anyway, he-“

“What’s his last name?” You asked, your voice rising about 2 octaves as you blushed and scratched the back of your neck.

“…Munson? Anyway-“

You pulled up to a stop sign, pressing the brakes harder than you meant to, jolting the car forward.

“Eddie Munson? Your DM is Eddie Munson?” You fully turned your body to your brother. “Yes! What’s the deal?! I know, he’s the town ‘freak’ but he’s not li-“ He began shrieking at you, before trailing off seeing the big goofy grin plastered over your face. “Holy shit.” You let out a breathy giggle. Your brother continued to give you a confused look. “What? Do you, like, know him or something?”

You let out another short giggle and nodded your head. “Know him? We were best friends when we were kids!” You stated what you thought was the obvious, before pausing.

“You probably don’t remember that, though, you might have been too little.”

“No way you were friends with Eddie.” His remark was met with a quick smack to the arm.

“Yes, I was! And, hey, you’re friends with Eddie and we’re basically the same fuckin’ person.” You retorted, getting a scoff and eye roll out of him.

“No, we are not.”

You laughed.

“Oh, please. You got into Star Wars because I was into Star Wars. You got into Marvel comics because I was into Marvel comics. Your whole personality is molded around none other than mine.” You sassed.

“Anyway.” You drawled. “Mom has like, a shitton of scrapbooks at the house, I know there’s plenty of pictures of me and Eddie in there. I’ll show you.”

“I don’t know how he is nowadays, we sort of… stopped being friends sophomore year. But, I have a feeling if he knew I was showing you his 3rd grade and middle school pictures, he would have my head on a stick.”

You giggled to yourself as you made your way to one of the many bookshelves adorning one of the walls of the living room, trailing your finger along it until it landed on a large, blue binder.

You pulled it out and flicked through it until you landed on your third grade pictures, sitting down next to your brother on the couch, and setting the open book on the table.

You glanced over the pages until your eyes landed on a picture of you and Eddie, on the same couch you were currently sitting on.

He sat crosslegged and his tongue poked out in concentration, a gaming controller in his hands.

His now long, brown hair was buzzed, and soft freckles adorned his face.

You sat next to him, propped up on your knees, clearly mid giggle, a big, open mouthed grin on your face, green eyes sparkling as you seemingly cheered him on, whatever game he was playing.

You grinned widely and giggled, pointing to the picture and tilting the book towards Dustin. He blinked and leaned closer, studying the picture. “Holy shit, is that Eddie?” He asked with a giggle which you matched, nodding your head, “Yeah, yeah it is.” Dustin broke out into a hearty laugh.

You continued pointing out pictures of you two throughout the years, both of you giggling as you explained the stories behind them.

“So, why aren’t you guys friends now?”

“Mm, just high school shit, I guess?… Wait, Eddie’s still in school?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

You knew he had to repeat one year, sure, but twice? Dustin nodded. “Double repeat senior, but he’s trying to be on track to graduate in August.” He shrugged.

“Damn.”

“What’s this one from?” Dustin queried, pointing to another picture from 3rd grade, you two, no older than 8, arms wrapped around each other, sickeningly sweet smiles on your faces, the picture clearly being taken in the living room of his trailer, trucker hats and coffee mugs decorating the wall behind you. You threw your head back in a laugh as you eyed the picture.

“3rd grade camping trip!” You cackled.

“You remember Mr. Snuffles from when I was a kid?” Dustin nodded his head and you continued, barely making it through without giggling,

“Eddie was a really anxious kid, and he didn’t have his blankie with him, so he essentially had a meltdown when lights went out. I wound up giving him Mr. Snuffles to help calm him down.” You summarized the story and Dustin matched your goofy giggle. After another 20 minutes of looking at various pictures ranging from you and Eddie as kids, to you and Dustin’s baby pictures, you leaned back against the couch and yawned heavily, glancing at the clock on the wall.

10:30.

You patted your brother on the leg. “You gotta get to bed, man.” He grumbled slightly before standing from the couch and stretching.

“Oh, we have another game tomorrow.” He mentioned haphazardly and you sighed a little, “same time?” He nodded his head and with that, trotted off to his room. You quickly put the scrapbook back in its place, lazily walking to your room and collapsing on the bed, falling asleep rather fast.

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You let out a huff as you tossed your bag onto your bed, shrugging off your work uniform and slipping into an oversized hoodie and jeans. You retreated into the living room, Walkman and headphones in hand. You plopped dramatically onto the couch and slid your headphones over your head, leaning your head against the back of the couch as music filled your ears. You contently bopped your head and shut your eyes, humming softly as your body finally relaxed.

Your relaxation was cut short as Dustin shot out of his bedroom. “Let’s go!” He urged.

You peeked a glance at the clock and sighed heavily, slipping on your boots and a warm hat, bracing yourself for the cold winter air.

The two of you sped out of the front door and hopped into your car, turning the ignition and blasting hot air into your faces.

You let out a small string of cusses under your breath as you shivered, carefully reversing out of the driveway and making your way towards the school.

You peeled into the parking lot, parking in front of the drama room. Dustin shot you a quick, “See you in a few hours!” And shut the door behind him.

You leaned back your seat and grabbed the blunt you had set in the ashtray the night before and made haste sparking up. Not making the same mistake as yesterday. You turned the radio up as you finished your blunt, deeply feeling your high, Metallica’s newest album filling your ears.

You headbanged and sang along theatrically, occasionally giggling at yourself. As the song ended, you laid back in your seat, shutting your eyes and willing the three hours until they were done to pass.

Apparently, it had worked, as you flinched back to consciousness at the usual knock on the window. You turned and unlocked the car, Dustin hopping in and cussing under his breath, his cheeks dusted pink from the cold air outside. You went to put the car in reverse before noticing a tall, lanky figure, sprinting across the parking lot and waving their hand frantically.

Dustin rolled down the window as the figure caught up to the car.

Now that you could see him clearer, your heart panged in your chest, recognizing Eddie unmistakably. He huffed and puffed, holding up a bag of dice and shaking it, making a funny clinking sound.

“You almost left these , Henderson.” He shot a grin at Dustin before his eyes locked on yours, his grin only grew into a big toothy smile. “Hey there, stranger.” You returned the same big smile. “Hey, Eds.” You could’ve sworn you saw him blush slightly at the old nickname. You sat in a comfortable silence as you smiled at each other.

Dustin huffed and snatched the dice bag out of Eddie’s hand, making his grin fall and shoot him a look. You swiftly landed a quick smack upside Dustin’s head, causing Eddie to snicker. “Alright, I’m gonna head off before I freeze to death out here.” Eddie stated and flashed you a quick smile, drumming his hands on the open window before starting back off to his van with a wave.

You turned to Dustin and stared at him for a second. “What?” He returned the same confused look.

“You have such an attitude problem.” You stated with a giggle as you rolled your eyes, switching the car into reverse and began your trek home.

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The next time you saw Eddie, you were about 3 hours into your shift at Family Video. You huffed dramatically and laid your arms over the counter. “Is it time for me to leave yet?” You groaned to Steve, who only gave the same disappointed yet amused eyeroll. “You’ve been here for 3 hours, you don’t get off until 6.”

“Besides,” Robin chimed in from your right. “Do you really wanna get away from your best friends that bad?” She grinned and nudged you, only making another groan leave your throat.

“I need a smoke.” You grumbled before hearing the bell signaling the door had opened, quickly straightening back up and putting on your best customer-friendly face, all of that fell as your eyes landed on Eddie, who had quickly delved into chatting up Steve as he stocked various tapes. Eventually, he spotted you and broke out into a smile, striding over to the counter and leaning on it.

“Didn’t know you worked over here, Henderson.” He greeted.

“Didn’t know you came around here.” You retorted. Suddenly, Steve tossed a tape onto the counter between the two of you. You glanced at it, quickly recognizing it as the original Evil Dead. You broke out in a smile. Your eyes flickered back up to his.

“Good choice, Munson.”

He grinned brightly down at you.

“Yeah? We should watch it together, like old times?”

Your big toothy grin returned, alongside a flush to your cheeks.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Wanna come pick me up after work? I get off at 6.”

He nodded, holding up the tape is his hand with a smirk tugging at his lips.

“It’s a date, Henderson.”

You opened your mouth to quickly object to the word ‘date’ as your face flushed a bright red, but he had already turned around and sped off.

“A date, huh?” Robin teased at your side. You poked your elbow into her side, making her yelp. “Shut up, Robin! It’s not an actual date.” You huffed as she broke out into a giggle.

“…Did he pay for that tape?” Steve spoke up, leaving you to throw your head back in a short laugh.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader

[opinated-user]

Thought back to how quick Lily shot down Mikala's thought of Vtubing, as well as how overagressive Lily is with her audience and by proxy whoever is in her stream chat.

I follow a number of relatively popular Vtubers, and often times they can play out a bit where they "fight" with their chatters: but it's always in a way thats intentionally overblown and ridiculous its easy to tell its all in fun/a joke.

It feels like Lily is maybe attempting to replicate that, but she doesn't have the sense of humour or the humility to take any tiny slight in stride. She wants to be both the angry straight man and the one who delivers a goofy punchline in a routine. It's just her calling her followers stupid and pretending she's not being a one trick pony (Insert reference to Stockholm here).

i think it's mainly part of her "anti anime" stance more than anything else. even though vtubers can look however they want, not necesarily anime at all, those that do look anime are the most common so maybe she thinks it would be too "weebi" to attempt it... or else that it would be too much work, so much more than it's worth it for the channel.

#lily orchard

[willknightauthor]

After watching Andor and Rogue One, I went and watched A New Hope again. I definitely appreciated it more, but I gotta say, the way the Death Star destroys planets in it is really anticlimactic. I hate the CGI added to the updated versions as much as everyone else, but I do think they could stand to update the planet destruction with new shots and practical effects. It's just too quick and easy. Show me the planet cracking apart. Show me people fleeing for their lives. Give Leia something to actually grieve over. After the Death Star scenes in Rogue One, this feels goofy.

#Star Wars #Rogue One #Andor #Star Wars A New Hope #Alderaan #Death Star #CGI #practical effects #Princess Leia