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cfcreative · 3 months

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After your biggest self indulgent headcannon with the famed moon lesbians, I've wanted to ask you about your personal headcannons when it comes to the characterisation of both Aylin and Isobel.

In my experience in playthroughs, I feel like I got Aylin's character down pretty well. Bold to the point of recklessness, unyeildingly loyal to the ones she loves, loud and unapologetic but deeply rage full and stubborn.

But I'm pretty stumped on Isobel. I've tried getting extra dialogue from her before she's reunited with Aylin but I just feel like the one scene isn't enough.

What do you think about her character?

Oh, wow, my first ask! And about Aylin & Isobel, of all things. Genuinely delighted by this development.

(DISCLAIMER: I’ll never declare myself an expert on these characters. My reads on them are based on a healthy knowledge of writing, tropes, and speculations spinning off of personal experiences. Unless Larian has put it in the game or game related materials, it’s all headcanons. Cheers!)

I'll put a TL;DR up front (or my "thesis statement" if you want to get academic with it). Isobel and Aylin make each other "more human" primarily by being opposites in the way they express themselves. Aylin is bold, fearsome, and brash. Isobel is composed, sensible, and calculating (while “calculating,” tends to have negative connotations, I'm more leaning into it in a "she's a planner where Aylin is a do-er" way.)

I do hope you’re ready for a ramble, because I have been working on this on-and-off all day.

One of the most important things to keep in mind is Isobel was raised in a house in mourning.

The kind of epic grief Kethric would have gone through upon the loss of his wife would have forever altered the way he acted towards Isobel, beyond making sure she was raised as a Selûnite per Melodia’s wishes. The Kethric we’re presented in game is a fairly controlled man. He's unlikely to be the kind of person who would show his young daughter how deeply his sorrow wounded him; he'd keep his weeping behind closed doors. What distraught adults forget is that children understand and see way more than they're given credit for. Young Isobel would be acutely aware of her father’s pain, and the fact that he hid it. She was a child coping with her own sorrow, and would have looked to her father's example of how to deal with it: she'd learn she was allowed to care deeply, but she could not present that to others. Melodia's death also likely motivated Isobel to become a powerful cleric relatively quickly—a powerful enough cleric might have been able to heal her mother, might have spared her and her father this agony.

The Thorms, being a family of power and privilege in Reithwin, would have been treated by most of the people around them with formal manners, which would be isolating for a child. Everyone in Reithwin would frame Isobel as Kethric Thorm’s beloved daughter, a child without a mother, the devotee of Selûne. They would treat her with respect tinged with pity, never really knowing her... which would be even more isolating.

That's why Isobel is struck by Aylin so immediately (you know, aside from Aylin being a tall blonde sculpture of a woman). Every one of Aylin’s emotions are BIG and outward-facing. Most people approaching “The General” or “The General’s Daughter” would default to near ceremonial conduct. Dame Aylin wouldn’t see the need! Aylin cares strongly about justice, and defending the weak against the wicked, and everyone knows that about her in ten minutes of meeting her, tops. Aylin is passionate and sincere in that passion. Isobel would have been drawn to that, despite the fact that her upbringing still dictates composure.

You can also witness the emotion/composure contrast in the way Isobel reunites with Aylin after Kethric is finally dead. Aylin falls to her knees, picks Isobel up, spins her around. Isobel is overjoyed, but also more reserved. Her emotions are not in grand gestures but in the trembling of her voice—she’s trying to hold herself together.

(If you haven't seen it, there's a Devnote that specifically states that Isobel's delighted by Aylin's demanding people shove off and let her do unspeakable things to Isobel in private. Isobel scolds her angel for acting that way in public, but once those two are alone...)

This is where I circle back on “calculating.” Because it's not just in reuniting with Aylin that Isobel has had to hold herself together. She's been doing that for months....

Imagine yourself in Isobel's position before the start of the game. One moment you’re in your comfortable, warm home, trying to work out how to reconcile your devoted father and your angel, the two people dearest to your heart. Then you blink… and open your eyes in a cold, dusty tomb. It reeks of death. So does your father, who is telling you your beloved is no more. His lips are curling up in an ever-so-slight smile as he delivers the news. The sheer confusion and panic most people would feel in that moment would be overwhelming.

Isobel could have panicked and fled, but that tomb is filled with bones and Kethric is now the Chosen of Myrkul. Where Aylin would charge in and through, inherently trusting her own strength, Isobel would need to craft a plan. Maybe she would play on her father’s emotions until she found herself in a position to run. Maybe she prepares haste or hold person under her breath, or unleashed a well-timed "turn undead." In any case, Isobel is able to pull herself together and escape in such a way that her father cannot follow. She finds a familiar place and sets up a bastion of protection there. Rather than fleeing the Shadowlands altogether, which is what most people would have done, Isobel starts gathering information. She needs to know what happened to her, her family, and her lover. She needs to know why there’s Sharran magic literally everywhere. She is alone, trying to piece together a confusing story she was part of, and somehow the driving force of after she was killed.

Harpers arrive to deal with the threat of Kethric Thorm like they did a century before. Jaheira would have been a legend even when Isobel was a child, but Isobel makes the very conscious choice not to tell Jaheira her true identity. She doubles down on that when Tav and their companions come through... unless they have proof of who she is beforehand. (In this way Shadowheart and Isobel are hilariously in contrast: the Selûnite is a much better secret-keeper than the Sharran.) So I think that all covers "composed, sensible, and calculating" with regards to Isobel, but when writing from her PoV I think you would have a very rich inner dialogue in line with the ideals Aylin outwardly expresses: Isobel wants to comfort and protect the weak, she's loyal to the ones she loves, and feels strongly and deeply. Once she and Aylin are together again, Isobel's presentation shifts. Where Isobel is a grounding force for Aylin (thinking about how Isobel would have had to explain to Aylin why she was upset Aylin went on a month long walk without warning), Aylin pulls Isobel out of that carefully crafted shell of hers (thus my statement re: making each other "more human.") I haven't yet written any (complete) fan fiction for these two but this fic on A03 (fair waring: it's smutty!) really altered my thoughts as to what Aylin and Isobel could have been like prior to Isobel's untimely death. While I love to joke about Aylin ALWAYS TALKING IN ALL CAPS, there's something to be said for writing her along the lines of a courtly knight-errant. Aylin worships Isobel in a way people worship Selune; she's Isobel's most fervent devotee. Isobel is swept away by love at first sight, but still needs to navigate her father's delicate emotions and her own responsibilities. I firmly believe anyone writing anything in the timeframe of the game or beyond it needs to consider their past, even if they have no plans of writing anything of the sort.

I could probably go on for another um... 13 or so paragraphs (😅) but it's proooobably better if I wrap this up. I hope this gives you some things to think about, and helps a bit with whatever you're working on!

#hey hi hello i’m so sorry you asked about a hyperfixation of mine #because this is what you get #CF Answers!#(More Accurately: CF Rambles!)#dame aylin #isobel thorm #aylin x isobel #baulders gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #headcanon #moon lesbians #nightsong

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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AITA for using my dying/dead grandfather as an excuse to get out of class early and an extension on an assignment???

Ok so-

This was right before Covid and I was 15 btw idk if that makes a difference

Tw: drugs, child abuse, racism, utter lack of respect for elder

My grandfather SUCKED MAJOR ASS. He was a horrible human being and I have spit on his grave. He was physically and mentally abusive to his kids, used his son (my uncle) to experiment with drugs to see the effects before doing them himself (my uncle has been in and out of rehab since he was a teen and can barely form coherent sentences because of all the drug use), was extremely racist and mean towards my (white) mom (grandfather was Mexican), and lot of other stuff I won’t get into so this doesn’t come off as a vent

So pretty clear, I didn’t like him.

And when he was dying, he was at the hospital that happens to be down the street from the high school I went too. My dad texts me and tells me the situation and wants me to go over after school or leave at lunch if I can. Now, I was in math class. It was boring and annoying. So I tell my teacher about the situation with my grandpa and he lets me leave class right then to go to office and explain. They let me go but did call my parents about me leaving.

Skip to a week later. The old bastard is dead. I genuinely do not care about my grandfather dying. I feel sad my dad lost his dad. That’s it. But my teachers don’t know that and I had a really big assignment due that I didn’t finish yet. So before class I approach my teacher looking like I’m on the verge of tears (I can cry on command ) and tell her I don’t think I can finish the assignment in time, can I get more time or partial credit instead of a zero, my grandpa died a few days ago, I’m still coping, all that. She understood and gave me an extra few days to finish it.

I don’t feel bad whatsoever but I’ve been told it was an asshole thing to do so- judge me as you wish 🤷

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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oshiawaseni · 1 year

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Trails of Love Hori's been paving down in the build up for the series' ending

Part II: Decoding the love story being told through other characters

Part One | II. Kirimina | Part Two -> IzuOcha?

.•° ✿ 4. KamiJirou ೋღ

The next 'couple' that helps Horikoshi tell bkdk's love story is Kamijirou. They don't say it as explicitly to the readers as Gentle/La Brava and Kirimina do, but this moment is still worth mentioning as it's another example of other characters speaking for BkDk's actions.

In the first war, the Midnight group were traveling to go against the villains at their hideout, and Kaminari was scared out of his mind, unable to cope with his anxieties from the dangers facing him.

Tokoyami tries to calm him down by praising his guitar skills, to no avail. Midnight is apologetically saying he's being involved in the war efforts because the adults don't have what it takes to fight alone.

She then tells him something which acts as confirmation of Kaminari's feelings for Jirou, for the first time in the manga.

Think of the person who matters most to you, right now.

They're both thinking of each other. This telepathic soul mates vibe reminds me of how BkDk are with each other, too.

This is my favourite drawing of Kaminari, he looks so pretty to me and I think it's because his situation and his expression shows the love and worry in his heart for Jirou. Up until this point he's been quite an elusive character to me that hit on the girls in the class at the beginning and suddenly we see he actually cares a great deal for just one... Jirou. It would seem he's found his match in her. ^_^

This theme of "thinking of the person that matters most" to stave off your fears never went away... because almost 100 chapters later, Hori draws upon it again when Katsuki realises sAFO was only interested in killing him and would not stop until he was dead.

None of the heroes had the power to prevent it... his hero wouldn't make it in time, his own efforts failed and his body and mind were brutalised in a really humiliating way.

Knowing he was soon going to die because sAFO wanted to use his death to hurt his most precious person was a very frightening experience for Kacchan. Thoughts of "the person who matters most to him" provided him emotional comfort to get through it all.

Stripped completely bare and facing his end... all Katsuki could think about was Izuku being right there beside him, and he never let himself give in to sAFO's provocations. Instead of feeling betrayed by Izuku's love, he felt empowered by it. He wanted to be strong for Izuku's sake. His spirit would not be broken.

Just like how Kaminari realised what his feelings for Jirou were, Kacchan also realised how much he and Izuku were loving each other right then, during this very dire moment, and he used their precious feelings as his strength to keep pushing forward.

Next Part -> IzuOcha Back to Part One

#bakudeku #bkdk #bkdk canon #hori trails #kana writes #op #must read meta #It'd be neat if Hori does some flashback which shows Kaminari telling Katsuki about what Midnight told him #maybe he will when he pieces bkdk all together :)

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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So, i was reading some of your Alien vs Predator stories and i remembered how much i love the ones featuring the Queen and the hive behavior. So, could you write the yandere alphabet for the Xenomorph Queen?

Sure! This is general and no specific Queen so here you go :)

Yandere Alphabet - Xenomorph Queen

Pairing: Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence/Death, Kidnapping, Blood, Scenting, Isolation, Possessive behavior, Forced but dubious companionship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Queens have shown to have intelligence and aren't entirely dumb. They usually understand human actions and have been shown to bargain. So a Queen would have a higher sense of intelligence than most drones.

If a Queen happened to like a human enough, they'd protect them as though they were one of their young/eggs. If provoked Queens can get brutal in their methods of disposing foes.

In terms of how affection is showed, it's often mimicry of other creatures. A Queen could hold her human and nuzzle her large face into their stomach, that's a more common way.

Affection between you and a Queen isn't what you'd expect. She's intelligent enough to understand and mimic it. Yet... it's more animalistic in nature.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Queens don't care about being clean with their kills. She could be covered in blood and won't care.

If anything, it's part of her nature.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I doubt a Queen entirely knows what mocking is. When abducted you'd be kept in a special section under her watch. Most likely stuck to the wall in a resin casing, kept away from the eggs to prevent accidental incubation.

That way she can hiss and coo at you when she feels she wants to.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely. When she drags you into her Hive, you're under her control/command.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Hard to say. She'd be vulnerable about you but in terms of heart... it's up in the air.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Confused. She thought this was what she was supposed to do? She's taking care of you... it's her form of affection and love.

Yet you struggle...

Is it because she's so big? Do you not like being cradled? Despite her confusion she ignores your fight.

She's much stronger than you anyways, she probably will start to not notice at some point.

You'll give up, probably.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not a game, she'd be distraught if you tried to escape her Hive.

She most likely will send drones to deliver you back to her.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The whole thing could be considered horrible.

Yet the worst experience may be if you accidentally got a Facehugger on you or were somehow injured.

Unless there's humans nearby who plan to enter the Hive... you're as good as dead.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She doesn't think of futures, just procreation, the Hive, and her human.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Most likely. Since she's strong and still animalistic, she'd lash out. Humans are allowed nowhere near you.

Only Xenomorphs are allowed around you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Lots of coos and hissing. She loves to hold you and keep you close to her chest. She's weirdly affectionate with you compared to other humans.

She'd never take her "gaze" off you, she often scents you to smell like her Hive, then she gives you your own section of the Hive.

Soon you two may even come up with a mutual agreement as you can communicate with the large beast due to her intelligence.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You probably picked you out of a human group somehow. Maybe a set of marines in her Hive or from a nearby colony?

There isn't much courting... just chance.

You may simply have poor luck.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You're the only human she isn't hostile to.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

She doesn't understand punishment but she may just send a set of drones to keep an eye on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

She would have no idea what a right is.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

In the middle. She can be patient but she is still "feral".

So she won't have a ton of restraint.

Probably, yes.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no, she has no concept of guilt. She may have a vague sense of guilt but that would require knowing what's "right and wrong".

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Unknown.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Confused once again but she observes your behavior to try and find a solution. She is smart so she'll try to find a way to at least have the noises you make stop.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The entirety of her being is different from the classic yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Hard to say. It's really difficult to sneak out of an Alien Hive. I'd say trust but even that's limited.

Maybe luring humans into the Hive? She'll be distracted and you may even be rescued.

...Maybe....

Not on purpose... but, yes. She isn't the most careful.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Would go to great lengths to keep you in her Hive, has no concept of worship.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long, if any.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

By accident she would.

#yandere alien #yandere xenomorph #yandere xenomorph queen #yandere alien vs predator #yandere avp

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wellofdean · 13 days

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Just wanted to split this off from this post about why Mary Winchester is excellent because it's getting so long, but I wanted to respond to these tags from @kayliemalinza :

#sometimes i feel people hate john for reasons that while valid in our universe less valid in the spn universe#but mary gets it way worse#<-- prev tags yessss#also doing the math wasn't she like 28 when she died#i'm glad they didn't recast and of course samantha smith looks her own age#but mary is in fact YOUNGER THAN SAM AND DEAN AT THIS POINT#they are not children#and the tags copied above i think explains so sos ooo much#bc so many fans glommed onto dean because of similar family issues#and that means they are struggling as much as dean is in s12#and just can't disconnect that quite yet#but god#GOD how she struggles with that emotional intimacy#she was raised as a hunter you don't think she's chockablock full of maladaptive coping mechanisms too?

Because I whole-heartedly agree with this. John Winchester was not a good father in some major, major ways, and Sam and Dean had a childhood straight out of a...well, a horror/fantasy genre show...but I think people forget that Sam and Dean also do truly love John and truly are more or less at peace with their memory of him later in the series, and there has to be a reason for that, too. It's not that he's a mustache-twirling villain; it's complicated. He loved them, but he wasn't always able to do it right. They love him, but he hurt them and made the what they are, which is a double-edged sword.

It's really natural that we all identify with Dean, and get angry at people who hurt him, but I think it's important to realize that Dean processes his anger about Mary leaving pretty quickly, because it's not really anger and resentment, it's confusion, disappointment and hurt. And I think Dean is grown enough to own his own feelings, and able to accept that she needs time and space, and he's not such a child that he isn't capable of separating his legitimate feelings from her legitimate needs. It takes him time, but he gets there, because, and this is another conversation, Dean is really very reflective and emotionally intelligent, actually.

I also do agree that a lot of fans, in identifying with Dean, map their own feelings about their parents onto Mary, and dislike her for reasons that have nothing to do with the story being told on Supernatural, which is essentially a very healing one. Since I'm a Gen-X old, and the mother of an adult son, I actually had a pretty different experience, and as much as I love Dean, in this storyline, I identified a lot with Mary.

On the one hand, she has to be so proud of her two big, beautiful, brave and heroic sons, but at the same time she does not know them! They don't need her, and they are trying to protect her from the things she feels they should have been protected from, and at the same time, as adult men who are still, in some way, motherless boys, they are hungry (especially Dean) for her to be something that she never had a chance to grow into. I loved it that her own exigencies were too strong to LET her stay. I loved that she could not accept the role of mother that had been stolen from her, and could not sit still to let it just kind of settle on her shoulders.

It made me think that (aw yeah!) there was a difference between John's sainted white nightgown conception of his dead wife (his motivation to be what he was), and Dean's memory of her as the cutter off of crusts from his sandwiches, or the mother that he comforted when she was sad, and he was just a little man. I'm so glad that Mary turned out to be so much more than that. She is a woman with her own competencies, her own damage and baggage, and her own ideas about how to make things right, who doesn't agree with her sons all the time, who makes mistakes, who fucks the wrong guy, still loves her problematic husband, and can't actually cook, thank you very much. I love that her own disorientation and her own will are so strong that she really can't allow who she actually is to be subsumed into the communal role of 'mother'.

I think that socially, we don't really think about what we ask of mothers, or how hard we judge them. We underestimate what they give up of themselves to satisfy that role. My son was born when I was really young, and fellas, IT WAS HARD under more or less perfectly normal circumstances, to make the transition from being just me to being a mother. My magnificent son is amazeballs, and is a human being that I am so fucking proud to have made out of my very own actual body and raised to be the excellent human he is, and we are really close, but I was not always prefect, and even now when he is a grown adult, I still chafe against the perception of me as 'his mother' and not just ME all the time. One of the very greatest things about my son is his incredible ability to let me live, and make space for the fact that I am also a person, and not just his mother, and I am so, so grateful to him for that, so....

Yeah. As much as I didn't want to see Dean hurt, I LOVED Mary, and love that they wrote her as her a full human being and not a tropally perfect mother. I loved seeing her as a flawed parent that deserved her adult children's understanding and mature love, who deserved her own space and her own processes. What's more, I loved seeing Dean process his feelings about her, and seeing him become a son who was capable of loving a real human woman who happened to be his mother. So... yes. I love her.

Mary Winchester forever. A+.

#Mary Winchester #Supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sorry y'all for another long ass post about this #but #I just have a lot of fucking feelings about Mary ok?

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damnfandomproblems · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/739064506502791168/fandom-problem-4499-i-think-sometimes-people-get

Thing is op

People like to use "coded" as an excuse to harrass others over a fictional character

"this character is minor-coded therefor if you like them or draw them sexy then you are a pedo"

"this character is gay-coded so if you ship them qith the opposite gender your homophobic"

"this character is autism-coded so if you dont see them that way you are ableist."

"this character is poc coded and if you dont portray them that way then you are racist"

And then they go and rip people to shreds over it. And most of the time they are actually "coded" as anything.

Ill give you a good example as to why coding should just fucking die in fandom.

In transformers (all of them afaik) there is a sentient ROBOT named Jazz. He is often voiced by a black voice actor, even in the early days of Generation 1 in 1984. Though it changes a few times Jazz is well known for his accented voice. Jazz (the music) is also known to be pioneered by black people.

In a way jazz is black coded. He is designed with all these elements related to black people.

The thing is. Jazz is a fucking robot. "Jazz" is the name he chose for himself because his cybertronian name does not translate or cannot be spoken by humans. Jazz is also a type of music he only heard when he arrived on earth and is something he loves, hence why he chose the name. He chooses to express himself in such a way because its what he enjoys.

It does not mean he is black. A white person can do all that because they have a love for jazz music. It isnt going to make them "black coded"

He is also again, a robot. Not human. Not even organic.

However of all the problems ive seen in the TF fandom the one about whether you should draw a human version of Jazz as black or white is probably the one thats sets people who give a shit off the most.

It doesn't matter what characteristics a character has. It doesnt matter if Jazz is drawn as black or white. Cuz he isn't human. Its literally up to fan interpretation and none of them are wrong but people want to shit fling, and react hostile over others not drawing him as black anyway.

Same could be said about a certain more popular pink skinned character (who is also human and japanese but when have people ever viewed japanese people as important.)

You can have your queer coded villains. Doesn't actually say they are queer. Hell in the past it would be done as a way to demonize queerness and traits. But queer people still loved those villains because they could relate to their tragedies.

What "coding" actually is, is a part of the design process to add depth and character. It's an inspiration born from reality. But it's not always that the character is meant to be that thing.

Theres a character from genshin impact i could say is "DID-coded" because when she falls alseep or is so stressed she passes out there is another version of her that takes her place that she doesnt know about.

In the same vein theres the game "At Dead of Night" (recommend it, its a horror game) where the main antagonist is possessed and murders people. They even had to put a disclaimer that the character didnt have DID and the game wasnt made to demonize people with DID or portray them as unstable serial killers. However despite the creators saying that, fans still "DID-code" the antagonist, not out of hatred for people with DID but because some people with DID still relate to the character. Not so much the killing people but the struggle the antagonist has with "being possessed". Having DID can be a frustrating and tiring experience and not many cope with it very well even when they do no harm. Feeling of loss of control is very relatable even without DID.

Regardless the rampant "coding everything trend" in fandom has caused a new "ship war" like wave of harrassment. If you dont view a character this was your a horrible person and you deserve *insert graphic content and threats of harm and suibaiting and more*

coding can be a cool thing to discover while analyzing a character or even creating one. But its become hated with good reason because people have no reason left in them. Coding is a cool way of adding depth and nuance to a character and would actually REALLY help beginners with their "bland" characters. Unfortunately even thats discouraged, since it can be seen as "baiting" or "stereotyping" and sometimes appropriating culture. (But a giant sentient robot making his entire personality about jazz music isn't? Lol)

Posting since this is a response to a previous problem.

#fandom problem 4499 #response to previous problem

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h-worksrambles · 8 months

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James' interactions with Eddie are something I've found myself thinking about a lot since finishing Silent Hill 2. Pretty much every character in the game serves double duty as being fleshed out as individuals, while also serving as a commentary on some facet of James as a character. Maria is the most obvious, but you also have Angela's self loathing and suicidal ideation, which reflects James' own self flagellation through Pyramid Head. Laura echoes many of the regrets James himself feels about his distance and possible neglect of Mary before she died, and throws those thoughts back in his face out of her own anger. By that same logic, I'd argue Eddie is a means for James to confront his denial as well as his capacity for violence.

Eddie comes to Silent Hill on the run after lashing out against those who bullied him since childhood. After being mocked for years due to his appearance and weight, he shoots both his bully, and the bully's dog, and so ends up coming to the town. Like James and Angela, he too committed a crime of passion (assuming Angela did indeed kill her abusive dad as is implied), and all three are trying to come to terms with what they did. Unlike Angela, who knows what she did and has been conditioned by her abuse to blame herself, Eddie is closer to James, seeming to actively deny what he has done. Or at least only sometimes. It's not entirely clear (and I invite anyone to correct me if I'm minsinterpreting) but Eddie seems to experience multiple personalities. He flips between being more aware of his surroundings and past, and more out of it and unaware. Sometimes he's gleefully boasting about how the people he's killed had it coming. Sometimes he's sat eating pizza like he isn't even aware what kind of place he's in. And we see this flip when James confronts Eddie in Toulca Prison, finding him standing over another body. At first he revels in his kill, and rationalises it, before seeming to flip, and attempt to feign ignorance, as if the prior conversation never happened. For all his bravado, I'd imagine the blood on his hands is extremely traumatic, just as it is for James, and this is likely a psychological coping mechanism. With his false memories repressing his past actions and allowing him to deny it, Eddie mirrors James in that respect. As well as how they're both mild mannered people but who are capable of acts of terrible violence when pushed far enough.

What really stands out to me is that every encounter with Eddie is done in a way that allows James to claim the moral high-ground. When James finds Eddie vommiting in the apartment bathroom, he expresses concern. When Laura runs off from the bowling alley, James berates Eddie for not showing more concern for her safety (giving us one of the most iconic meme lines in the series). And most blatantly, James is horrified when he finds Eddie, having just shot somebody dead. Most tellingly he says "You can't just kill someone just because of the way they looked at you!" And yet, isn't that precisely what James did? He killed Mary because of the exhaustion of caring for her in the late stages of her illness. Because of the way she spoke to him. The way she looked at him. James spends all his interactions with Eddie trying to convince himself that he's a good person. A better person than Eddie. But the more he encounters Eddie, the more Eddie becomes a mirror to him. He definitely has his own struggles as a character and makes a very prescient point about what happens when people are constantly rejected, mocked and socially isolated by society, convinced that they are unlovable (in some ways, Silent Hill 2 was making some very relevant points about incel culture in 2001). But he's also a means for James to confront the parts of himself he doesn't like. His frustration, self-loathing, denial and violent streak. When Eddie tells James that they're the same, that they were both called by the town for a reason...he's right.

And ultimately, for all of James' posturing, all his denial, all his attempts to be the moral voice of reason, James still ultimately ends standing over Eddie's corpse.

Once again, he's killed another person. And confronting that side of himself one of the last things he does before arriving at the Lakeview Hotel and being forced to fully accept the truth...

#this game is so good and i feel like i have to start putting my thoughts down about the story #i feel like you could do something like this for james' dynamic with every character tbh #eddie dombrowski #james sunderland #silent hill 2 #silent hill #silent hill 2 spoilers #canon typical cws

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 2 months

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What do you think about this take? If you ask me, it’s a huge reach, they’re seriously coping. https://www.tumblr.com/linnoya-writes/708121534055759872/kataang-but-its-only-a-2-year-age-difference?source=share

"They always say Katara was a mother to everyone" No, she was the mom FRIEND. That's very different. Everyone calls her MOTHERLY and say she SOMETIMES acts like a mom, Sokka was the only one who said "When I think of mom, I can only think of Katara", and even then they still have an older-brother, younger-sister dynamic.

"Aang got to have a normal childhood" At first? Yes. Then he was being treated so differently just being the Avatar that he felt he had to run away. Then he also had to experience the trauma of waking up to discover basically everyone he loved is dead and that the world he knew no longer existed, and that he is the person everyone expects to magically solve everything.

He is a traumatized child-soldier just like Katara. Get over yourself.

"Katara is 14, going on 25" Katara is 14 latching onto Aang because he allows her to act like a kid again. Katara is 14 making a mean comment on Toph being blind because she's a temperamental kid who is annoyed at her frind. Katara is 14 snapping her annoying sibling. Karata is 14 immediately trusting Jet because she's a kid first discovering what hormones crushes are. Katara is 14 crying because her dad left, even if she can understand why he did it.

She FORCES herself to act like an adult, but she's still a child. Biologically, mentally, spiritually.

"Katara comfortably dresses up as Aang's mom" and as her brother's heavily pregnant wife - does that mean she not only thinks of Sokka as husband material, but also wants to sleep with him and have his babies to repopulate their home?

And she thinks she looks convincing, and that a couple from the COLONIES, aka not originally from the Fire Nation, would have FIRE as their last name. She calls herself "Sapphire Fire" with a straight face. She also felt comfortable pretending to be Aang's grand-daughter.

It's a cartoon aimed at children, with these KIDS saving the day through CHILDISH shenanigans.

"Aang was goofball and that wants to play games and have fun, so he was 12, going on 8" My guy, we're all mostly adults watching a show aimed at 7-year-olds, that doesn't mean we're mentally stuck on that age or regressing. Having fun is not a sign of immaturity.

And in case you forgot, Katara liked Aang because she WANTS to do the same stuff he does. By that logic, isn't she ALSO an 8-year-old?

"I don't even know if Aang knew what a vagina was, and neither did you, potential kataang fan" Zutarians LOVE projecting, don't they? (And americans love pretending people only find out about sex when they turn 18)

Aang is a 12-year-old boy with hormones coming out of his ears and he got visibly shy and THRISTY when Katara was helping him with his waterbending stance in her undergarnments. He knows. And it's weird that you pretend he doesn't just because you don't think he's as hot as Zuko.

You not finding someone hot doesn't make them a sexless angel.

#anti zutara #pro kataang

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The power of love pt 6 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part Five Part Seven Part eight Part Nine Part Ten Part 11 Part 12

Steve POV

“Hey!” shouts Steve, the next morning, as Robin hauls a mass of supplies onto her back. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He half-runs, half-skids down the slippery rocks outside the cave. He tries to wrest the pack from her. She turns sharply, and he loses his grip.

“Steve, chivalry sucks and should’ve died in the Middle Ages.”

“What? I’m not being—”

“I can totally manage! Most of its bedding, and Eddie’s got half the water. You’re sick, remember?”

He rakes his fingers through the hair he’s just wrested into some sort of sub-standard shape. “Honestly, I’m good.”

Honestly, he feels dead rough, though better than yesterday. Anybody would feel achy after a night in some dingy cave. Even with Eddie Munson’s lap as a pillow.

Not that he spent the whole night there. Hell, no.

He woke up with Eddie spooning him from behind, Eddie’s chin tucked on his shoulder. Which screwed him up big-time. Fortunately, Robin was also cuddled up with him, which… helped. Yeah, he’d been kinda nestled on her boobs, but it wasn’t intentional. And it was Robin, and she’d laughed when he’d apologized.

Thinking about snuggles with Eddie is waaaay more problematic—underlined by the swift and silent fashion they’d extracted themselves from each other, both apparently awakening simultaneously.

Both far too groggy to deal.

Almost as bad, he can’t recall exactly what he’d said to the guy last night. He’s pretty damn sure he made an idiot of himself.

He’s still squirming when they set off, neither he nor Eddie having exchanged more than a passing word. Steve insists on taking his turn with the luggage, as well as using the compass and reading the sky. He’s terrible at it, mainly because squinting at the bright sun gives him an epic headache. He ends up walking behind with Robin, while Eddie disappears off ahead.

“By my reckoning, we took twice as long as we should’ve to reach those caves yesterday,” says Steve to Robin. “Do we really trust him with this pathfinding shit?”

“He’s shockingly decent at it. Not sure I trust him with you. Or vice versa.”

Steve stops dead. He can’t cope with walking and with any Eddie-Munson-related bombshells. “What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on! I could carve the sexual tension between you two with a knife then sculpt a little love-heart with it. He literally can’t stop flirting with you.”

“That’s total bull. Eddie flirts with everyone.”

“Uh… no. He really doesn’t. I mean, without belittling your troubles, I wish my love life had ever presented me with such straightforward opportunities.”

He facepalms. “Oh Christ, I’m sorry. I-I just can’t right now.” He pushes his increasingly sweaty hair from his eyes. God, he’d kill for a shower. And why didn’t Eddie pack more hairspray?

“Steve?” She hooks her arm through his, and they trudge on together.

“Okay, I surrender. I like him.” He sighs. Why do they seem to be walking forever uphill? “I don’t see how he can be into me, how I’ve been the past few days, and I’m not sure I want to go there. Period. And before you lecture me, it’s not because I think being gay is bad, you know that. It’s because… I honestly don’t know what I am.”

“You’re bi, Steve,” says Robin, very quietly.

“Yeah, and it’s a lot to get my thick head around.”

“You’re not thick, you know—"

“Whatever.” He swipes his wrist across his brow. “We’ve talked this over a billion times. I really don’t need any more meaningless sexual relationships.”

“Why would it be? You reckon you wanna jump his bones, and it’ll flush him out of your system?”

Steve pauses again. Robin’s questions stab his brain, and yet… He finds he can answer the last one, easy enough. “No,” he says. “I don’t want that. I mean, I got urges to be with him, but it feels different… from Nance or whatever.”

“That’s ’cos he’s a dude.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Slowly, they walk on again, both breathing hard. “You know, I’ve had fantasies and stuff, but they were just that, and…” I want Eddie to jump my bones and... Oooookay, that’s a revelation he didn’t want to deal with this morning, on top of the rest of the shit. “Why are we discussing this now?”

“Because the pair of you are driving me ment—"

A loud roar scythes through the quiet woodlands. Steve barely hears Robin’s terrified squeak. He grabs her bodily, makes a dive for the undergrowth. A chopper passes low overhead, setting the trees shaking, the ground juddering. They’ve landed hard—on Steve’s injured side—and bracken prods everywhere. Extra bruises and scratches, however, are the least of his concerns.

Another large chopper is about to pass directly overhead.

Eddie! Has he been spotted? Are they all about to be rounded up and frogmarched straight to jail? Steve crouches, squints ahead and realises the forest thins out into a clearing. There are only bushy tree stumps, no real cover. The sky above is clear as summer… and he still can’t see Eddie.

Steve’s desperate to sprint on, to find him. However, even hunkered down, he starts to feel sick. Jesus, not now! He squeezes his eyes tight; squeezes Robin tighter, kinda prays, because he’s that desperate. He’d do anything to protect them both. Anything. Anything! Pleeeease? Apart from he can’t hardly breathe, let alone move. There’s a freaky-ass electric crackling in his head, and he’s on the verge of…

Steve blacks out, but only momentarily. He slams a palm to the earth, stopping himself crumpling.

The roar lessens, as the second chopper forges on. A third follows noisily in its wake. Steve glances up. A thick cloud has settled, low enough to obscure the top of the trees.

“Do you think they saw us?” asks Robin, when it’s quiet enough to be heard.

“Nah,” says Steve, forcing himself to think straight. “It’s military, heading toward Hawkins. Bet they didn’t even look down.”

“If they did,” says Robin, “that cloud couldn’t have arrived at a better time.” They extract themselves from the foliage. Robin offers Steve a hand, which he ignores, clambering up himself. “I mean, it’s beyond nuts. The sky was blue—totally clear—a moment ago.”

She folds her arms, narrows her eyes.

He tosses a hand up, exasperated. “What are you driving at, Robin?”

“I don’t know. Weird shit is afoot.”

“Tell me something I don’t know. Jesus, is Eddie, like, taking a slash or something?”

They both yell his name, while Steve surreptitiously checks his bandages. Blood hasn’t soaked through them, so that’s one thing. He’s even more relieved, when Eddie comes thrashing back through the trees.

“That was waaay too close.” Eddie’s totally spooked, and Steve restrains a burning desire to both hug him and pick out the dry leaves that have gotten stuck in his hair. “Is this logger camp really such a great idea? I mean, we’re rounding back on ourselves—getting closer to Hawkins again.”

“I reckon it’s sound.” Steve rolls his shoulders back with a click. “It’d be beyond tricky to land a chopper round here. Too many trees and slopes. If this place we’re heading for is as remote as we hope, it’ll be impossible there.”

“You sound better,” says Eddie, eyes narrowing, like Robin’s had.

“That’s because I am, moron.” Unable to withstand Eddie’s sudden intensity, he turns to Robin. Who remains staring at him, pretty much the same.

He wants to yell, What now? On the other hand, he is indeed feeling more himself. He might test the waters concerning his ‘thing’ with Eddie. Not with Robin AND Eddie gawking at him, like he’s some kinda freak.

Sure, he’s thought about what Robin said concerning Lover’s Lake—about him asking to go there when he was sick. He really doesn’t want to think too hard on it. Yeah, he’s had a couple of close calls there, and yeah, there’s a gate to the Upside Down in Lover’s Lake, but there wasn't always one, and...

“Look, if you two have a problem with me, I really wish you’d come clean.”

“No problem,” says Robin, perhaps a little too quickly.

Frustration flushes through Steve. "Be honest with me, Robin."

"I am! It's just... what with supernatural creepiness swallowing our lives on an apocalyptic scale, I'm so hugely relieved you're okay. It's hard to trust in anything good being real these days."

Yeah, he buys that, and he sure as heck trusts her, plus Eddie's nodding vigorously. He believes them. Maybe too readily, but he does.

Then he hears it—the merest rustle in the undergrowth. Followed by the patter of footfalls. On reflex, he slams into Eddie, hustles him behind the nearest thick-trunked tree. They tumble to the ground, Steve on top. You were wrong, Harrington. Those choppers landed men after all, and… Shit, Robin!

She hasn’t followed. He straddles Eddie’s upper thighs, straining to see. He hears her cry out, “Oh my God, they’re so pretty!”

A bunch of brown deer streak by, their fluffy white bottoms flashing behind them. Doubtless, the chopper spooked them too.

Steve’s jaw drops. Flat on his back beneath Steve, Eddie hoots, sweeping his hair from his mouth: “Thanks for saving me from Bambi, dude.”

Yeah, he’s mocking him. Eddie’s laugh is still totally delicious. Their troubles forgotten, Steve retaliates with his best dreamboat smile. “You’re welcome. I’m at least 2-1 up again in the lifesaving game, huh?”

“The world is back to rights, Harrington.”

Steve leans closer, revelling in Eddie’s laughing eyes, mesmerised by that gleaming smile... This is where we kiss, right?

A twinge of pain, and the effort of disguising it, totally throws him. He lifts his butt from Eddie’s thighs, then offers Eddie his hand. Which Eddie takes. The strain of tugging sets perspiration dripping from his brow.

“My eternal saviour.” Eddie affects a silly bow. Robin laughs too.

Steve dabs his eyes: “We did that joke, Munson.” He slings his pack up over his shoulder and motions them onwards: “Come on, Princesses. Let’s go, let’s go.”

Part 7

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tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

#steddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #stobin #stobin fanfic #steve x eddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfic #platonic stobin #stobin friendship #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington hc #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson lives

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An egg in the process of cracking 🥚

A design of younger Grell from my AU (she's about 20 here). I changed almost everything from her backstory since I first came up with this AU, notes (that I've been working on for months lol) under the cut.

(Also yes, I hid the hands behind the body because I didn't wanna draw them, don't mention it ☠️).

-Born in February 17th, 1863 in England, in this universe she's not a reaper but she's still not human.

-She's a werecat (I explored the concept for the first time in this post and I liked it so much that I ended up using it for my main AU). While werebeasts have a human form they are 100% nonhuman as the curse that turns someone into one fully alters their DNA. Adults are immune to the curse, which means if an adult gets bitten and survives they won't turn. However, cases of teenagers and younger surviving an attack aren't enough to properly determine up until which age a person can be affected. A child can also be born a werebeast as the curse can be passed to a fetus if a pregnant person gets bitten. The latter is Grell's case, as her mother got attacked during pregnancy.

-While she didn’t actually transform until her early teens, she did show feline traits from the beginning, such as a desire to hunt and chase small animals and moving objects, climbing trees or other structures, hiding in narrow spaces, etc.

-A homeschooled and pretty sheltered only child, with dead maternal grandparents, a dead father, an emotionally distant mother who eventually bailed on her and paternal grandparents who loved and spoiled her but didn’t really understand her on a deep level, Grell grew up angry and frustrated. She had always felt that something wasn't quite right with her, and when she slowly started to experiment to try to figure herself out she had no one to turn to. As a teenager she decided to just run away from home and leave everything behind. She knew she was leaving her grandparents to die alone but she didn’t care, she had never genuinely loved them anyway.

-She chose her own name AND surname, the first after a nickname her German grandparents often called her and the latter after a character from a book she liked.

-Struggles a lot with internalized misogyny thanks to a mix of her mother’s neglect and eventual abandonment and her grandparents only talking shit about said mother whenever they mentioned her, which greatly contributed to shape her views on motherhood and womanhood in general. Would love to have a child of her own but deep down that’s just because of her dysphoria, in reality she has very little patience for kids and is probably not the best parent material.

-Went through a phase of compulsive heterosexuality both when she thought she was a man and also after she realized she was a woman. Figuring out her orientation wasn’t any easier than figuring out her gender but she’s probably bi with a slight preference for men and masculinity in general.

-I still haven't come up with a story for what she does after leaving her home and before the main events, I only have some ideas. Like she's young when she goes out into the world, she's passionate and adventurous but also full of pent up anger. Also there's the small issue of her being a beast with a huge prey drive, being a trans girl in the middle of self discovery is harder when you're also learning about and trying to gain control of (or at least cope with) your literal wild side ☠️ I know that werebeasts' main driving force is hunger, and the longer they go without eating the more they revert back to a feral state. I'm tempted to make her go the serial killer route but in this case she doesn't have much control of her actions 🫢

-Her werecat form is based on a maine coon. When she first starts showing signs of therianthropy she doesn’t have much control of it, and transforming and becoming that big and rough looking makes her more dysphoric (even more so because “male” maine coons are bigger). Over time she starts accepting it and, as she discovers how powerful it makes her and all the things she can do with it and gains control of it, she fully embraces it as an important part of her.

-The only part of her feline form she cannot hide in human form are the teeth, no matter the form she takes she always has sharp fangs. This is a common trait of all werebeasts, some of them are self conscious about it and avoid smiling or opening their mouth at all while others are proud of it and will take any opportunity to flash their teeth at anyone (guess which one is Grell’s case lmao).

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 10 months

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people: capcom won’t make Leon and Ada end up together

me: UM ACTUALLY ☝️

Leon is the most likely thematically and story wise to end up leaving the government on his own terms to pursue something he’s personally and emotionally wanted to for years (Ada)

It’s a missed opportunity to not let Leon have his break and to not let him continue on being the doormat for Americans government. we've seen a lifetime of leon's life not being his own. from the minute we meet him in re2 and the ending of it, he

never

has

a choice

he’s forced into becoming a government agent. Blackmailed with the idea of them hurting Sherry.

And forced into a life he never wanted.

During re4 we see how he handles it. Sarcasm and aggression to others and a hostility that doesn't align with his actual personality anymore. he puts on a front, a way to cope with everything that had happened to him and to manage it somehow. he's one of the few characters that's portrayed to not be able to handle it. he's always had survivors guilt and it's been one of the primary characterizations that we go back to

the multitude of times where he loses everyone he knows and or cares about- leaves another dent in his heart and he HAS ONE. he's not like the other characters that can so mindlessly go through things and come out from the other side. he'd rather DIE than let someone down.

we see his reluctance to work with the government in

infinite darkness, damnation, re6, vendetta, (and also probably death island)

his character arc has always been "wants to help people, but knows that what he's doing isn't enough anymore-"

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"when i was a kid, i used to think about the kind of man i'd grow up to be- i never... thought my life would turn out this way."

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"I keep fighting...and fighting and fighting. Instead of seeing an end to this shit, it just keep getting worse. Is this what my life is supposed to be? Fighting the living dead and bastards that make them? What's the point of it all?"

HE KNOWS HE CAN'T KEEP GOING- but his heart is what makes him do it

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his suicidal ideation had always been a focal point to his characterization since re2. whenever he gets into the dark places, he goes into self harm with ways like his alcoholism. if he can't kill himself, he's going to do it slowly. if he can't pull the trigger on himself, he'd rather die in combat.

he knows that people still need him though, he wouldn't do it.

and that's also one of his major faults. he'll always put other people before what he wants and needs.

it MAKES SENSE, and is a missed opportunity to not have him chase the ONE women he had been able to have a connection with since 1998. ada makes the MOST sense to have her be the one thing that leon has had personal desire for ada

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"-sacrifice is a very huge thing for him (Leon), and after that it's honour, it's duty, and the only time you ever really see him grasping for personal need seems to be anything involved with- well- Ada Wong... that long history there, she's the one continuing facet throughout this entire experience, his life has been, the recurring element of personal need but at the same time of mistrusting that need, because it goes against everything that he believes he stands for- so it makes for interesting character dynamic-"

WHICH LEADS INTO

ADA gaining his trust

the biggest arc for Ada has been her "redeeming" herself in her eyes. She's always been portrayed as a woman working on the opposite side of leon's objectives but she CONTINUALLY GOES OUT OF HER WAY TO KEEP LEON SAFE.

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THIS GOES AGAINST WHAT ADA'S CHARACTERIZATION HAS ALWAYS BEEN. he's been the one facet of HER life where she can not leave him behind- even though she was portrayed EARLY ON to show that she WANTS HIM TO LEAVE.

her arc has always been, and i think it's so much clearer in re4r, that she's redeeming herself in her own eyes. that despite her work, she finds comfort in the idea of leon still being there.

by the time we have re6, we have a full arc. her saving sherry

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something that she DOES NOT NEED TO DO

she's shown time and time again that she will GLADLY LET THE OTHER PERSON DIE if it BENEFITS HER (EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT COMES TO LEON)

but sherry is important to Leon, and in extension, now important to Ada. she takes her time to save civilians, save Helena even though helena literally held a gun up towards ada. (which to be fair, is fair, since ada killed helena's mutated sister.)

i've used the helena gifs over and over again so i will refrain for now and hit you with the texts lol

"she's more than just a friend, isn't she, you have feelings for her,"

re6 has always been the aeon game that the resolution has been, they trust each other, even if the world is against them. they will go out of their way for each other

a climax of the arc would be for leon to leave the government on his own terms so he can actually have something he has wanted. and he could still pursue his other desires like to help people without being under the thumb of the government.

and ada can finally redeem herself in her eyes and leons. we already see that leon was willing to do LITERALLY ANYTHING TO STOP CHRIS FROM HURTING ADA.

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ada has always had her history shrouded in mystery, but the one thing we've always been clear about is her feelings for leon and her choices haunting her. she actively pushes leon away when she can but like a moth to a flame, she finds herself unable to stay away from him even if it's better for the both of them to stay away

they pull towards each other- and it would MAKE SENSE if she were able to leave her life behind as WELL.

both of them were forced into a life they both did not want.

both of them find refuge in each other

both of them grow to have an understanding for each other

to have them continue on like this doesn't give them a resolution

it doesn't give them closure

and frankly, it's a disservice to have them just work until they're dead

both ada and leon have a fleshed out story (sure it could've been more fleshed out), but they have a story. a conflict, an arc, a storyline, back and forths, a climax, and now we need a resolution. an ending that i'm sure fans have been waiting for for 25+ years.

#ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #leon kennedy x ada wong #leon s kennedy x ada wong #resident evil #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 6 #resident evil 2 remake #Youtube

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inukag-archive · 9 months

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Hi, do you have some recommendations for the "inukag as cat/dog parents" or maybe one of them as adoptive parents of a stray animal? Thank you so much! 😊😊

Hey @chit-a-to ! We love seeing our dog-boy as a cat-mom (or dog, or horse) so thank you for this ask! We hope you enjoy this list of predominantly -- but not exclusively-- modern AU's from across the ratings spectrum, so please do check individual fics for additional tags.

Dumplin' by MooMiscief (E)

She was officially settled working from home, she owned her own house and the time had come for her to get a puppy. Until a gruff volunteer gave her sass, until said volunteer gave her his number, and until she realized maybe was interested in him for more than dog tips.

Cat Person by @arisukingdom (G)

Inuyasha is a cat person, and every cat person needs to meet his first cat at some point in life. So here it goes a little Inu finding out what a cat is and trying to bring a cat to a dog house.

The Seven Sins of Buyo (G) by @ruddcatha

It is Inuyasha Sins Week, September 20-26, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Greed, Pride, Gluttony, Lust. How does Buyo, Kagome's faithful cat, represent each of the sins?

Begin Again by @coccinellesroses (T)

There is beauty in starting over when you get to let go of what happened and who you were in the past.

Kagome has moved into a new apartment, and she looks forward to a brighter future where she leaves the baggage of a toxic relationship behind. Rooming with her best cat Buyo, Kagome starts to experience the fun of living alone. Although, she didn't count on her neighbor being a cute half-demon.

She also didn't expect to develop a crush on him either.

How To Train Your Dog Demon by @anxietyaardvark (M)

Izayoi is tired of Inuyasha's excuses. All he does is work; despite his protests, she knows he's lonely. She decides to get him a companion to get him out of the house, and when she finds a no-nonsense dog trainer with great reviews, ulterior motives take over.

The Cat Came Back by @fawn-eyed-girl (T)

When Kagome and Shippō adopt a stray cat from a village, Inuyasha is incensed. Cats (who aren’t Kirara, of course) just cause trouble; don’t they know that?

And then, Kagome goes home to study for an exam, and Inuyasha is left with a cat he doesn’t want, but who has suddenly decided he is the most interesting person in all of Musashi.

Little By Little by LittleKnownArtist (E)

Post Manga. After the three year separation, Inuyasha and Kagome are finally together as a couple. There will be little bumps in the road along the way, but its all part of the learning experience. And they plan to learn everything about and every inch of the other-little by little.

Must Love Dogs by WakingPriestess (NR)

Taking her dog to the park was a sure fire way to get a dose of serotonin. But the sight of a scary looking dog being lonely and unable to make new friends broke Kagome's heart. Thankfully she had the sweetest pup in the world who was also a little intimidating and also looking for new friends. The owner being drop dead gorgeous was just a bonus.

Chai. by @inusunflower (E)

In which Kagome and Inuyasha fight over the custody of their shared corgi, Chai.

Ramen by @writemydaydreams (T)

Three years is a long time to be separated from the person you love. Inuyasha had to find a way to cope with Kagome's absence and the possibility he may never see her again. Sometimes support comes from the last place you expect it.

Quarantine (series) by @superpixie42 (E)

Starting a new relationship can be hard when you have to host all your dates via webchat because of Covid-19 quarantine regulations.

Light Me A Lantern by @inuyashasforest (T)

Picking up the pieces after being separated for three years isn't as easy as it may seem. A quiet, burning kind of chaos sweeps through Feudal Japan, and it's going to take a lot more than a fairy tale ending to put things back together. They defeated a man who would become the Devil. Can they survive a man who would become a God?

You Rescued Me by @keizfanfiction (E)

Maybe it was fate that he decided to take the back way home that night, but whatever the reason, Inuyasha was grateful for arriving just in the nick of time to rescue a waif of a woman who had clearly been through hell. He never would have imagined that she would end up rescuing him, too.

Max by KittyKatz (T)

It was business as usual until Kagome's family adopts her father's canine partner. A short 3-chapter blurb about a military working dog joining ranks with the inu-gang. [T - Inuyasha's potty mouth]

Guard Dog by @keizfanfiction (T)

Kagome moves into her very first house and decides to introduce herself to her new neighbor with the scrumptious gift of Oreos. She had no idea she'd be leaving as a new dog owner.

Hermit's Haven by @britonell (NR)

In which one dog leads to a hermit failing to be a hermit…

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ⎈ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 🦇 4.6K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ��𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 🦇 horror themes, nightmares, death, violence, domestic (physical) abuse, blood, mention of and consumption of alcohol and bad language.

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⎈ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

You ceased contact with your new friends Max, Eleven, Lucas, Mike, Will, Dustin, Steve, Robin, Jonathan and Nancy after your dismissal from hospital and being back into the inescapable grasp of your mom.

Max had visited you in hospital, even leaving a bundle of candy on the side-table for when you’d wake up. Your mom saw the candy and threw it in the trash while you had been asleep.

Your mom continued to search for Rebecca because no bodies had been recovered in the mall fire. She searched even after Rebecca's funeral and the memorial service for all of those who had gone missing since the Fourth of July, assumed dead.

You refused to speak to anybody at the funeral and memorial service... you also refused to leave your room afterwards and planned on staying in there for the foreseeable future. It had been the sadness, anger you felt, but mainly the suppression of knowing the way that your sister, your dad, Billy and all the victims had died a unfathomable death, and not being able to talk about it.

It was eating you alive...

🦇 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

"B-eckyy," you tiredly slur.

You wander the dimly lit streets of Hawkins in search of Rebecca and your dad. You’re wearing what looks like Max's raincoat, the yellow one that she was wearing the day that you met her.

With tears streaming down your cheeks and your vision blurry because of your eyes being so sore, you still notice the small particles in the air that look like dust... they are hard to miss and appeared in many of your visions ever since the first you ever had after Starcourt, in the hospital.

They float away from you, the particles, so you decide to follow them after moments of just examining them with an intrigued expression on your face... it’s like they are guiding you and you feel a pull, like a rope tightly tied around your waist is tugging you in the direction they are going - you let them, thinking they'd lead you to Rebecca and your dad.

It’s so dark - everywhere and everything is a dull blue on the way to the trailer park.

You can hear a hushed voice amongst the whooshing and spirals of wind, your head and eyes frantically move from side to side until you see Rebecca stood at a phone box... she is trying to make a call, you assumed to either your mom or dad because she is all alone and wearing the same clothes from the night that she went out searching for you.

You stop in your tracks to watch her, your heart sinking at how terrified she looks... then you notice a figure appear, walking towards her and she doesn't notice because she is looking the other way, holding the telephone against her ear.

"Be-hindd - you," you mumble, your lips trembling.

It's your dad, you realise - but his presence feels different as he strides towards Rebecca, goosebumps form on your neck, causing your eyes to widen and you try to shout for her only for nothing to come out... like you are being controlled.

You’re forced to just watch as she turns and notices him, relief written all over her face as she exhales, lowering the phone but still holding it, "Jeez, dad - you scared me... have you any idea how long I've been waiting here, it's like - three in the morning and I was trying to call mom," she rambles, distressed under his gaze as he silently continues walking towards her, his appearance more rugged than usual, "Anyway - w-was there any sign of - her?"

Even though you know that she hated you and you hated her... you struggle to watch her with this horrible feeling that the reason why your dad had taken so long was because he'd been flayed.

You fight whatever is controlling you and start sprinting towards her, only for the storm in the form of the Mind Flayer's tentacles to shoot towards you from behind your dad's walking figure... it physically stops me from moving by attaching itself to your wrist again, sinking deep into the scar that had been stitched up.

'You're going to watch, little miss thief.' The low, eery voice that had been lingering in the back of your head for weeks now.

"Like - hell I am!" You choke out and try to pull your wrist away, but you feel that piece of the mind flayer moving around inside you and it's way stronger, bigger than you... you cannot move no matter how hard you try to fight it.

"Are you okay, dad?" Rebecca asks, now concerned as your dad stays silent, "I know it's worrying - but we need to pull ourselves together and have hope that we're going to find her - we have to keep going-," Rebecca states boldly, but is trembling now as your dad is just metres away from her and not slowing down, "I don't know what mom's going to do to little miss when we find her or me if we don't find her... I'm so sorry for not seeing you more often dad, I will, I promise - once we find her."

"It's too late," your dad grumbles at her before snatching the telephone and immediately hitting her violently over the head with it, causing her temple to bleed.

You’d been letting out distressed and muffled noises, but witnessing your dad knocking Rebecca to the ground, it makes you scream at the top of your lungs, "Nooo!"

Suddenly your mouth is being impaled by another one of the tentacles even though it appears to only be raging air, like a tornado. You can’t close your mouth and your entire face is strained as you try to scream... all you can do is squint your eyes shut and refuse to look as tears manage to squeeze through and stream down your cheeks.

But you can still hear everything...

“Don't be afraid, Becky - look,” it's your dad, he must've been comforting her in her last moments, an arm around her or stroking her hair while she is on the floor, “it'll all be over and you won't have to worry about your silly little sister anymore.”

“D-dad - what - i-s... that?” You hear Rebecca ask weakly.

“It's the answer to the end of your suffering.”

You hear an all too familiar snarl of the fleshy Mind Flayer you’d fought in the mall - and then Rebecca's scream, making you scream with her because you don’t need to have your eyes open to know that Rebecca's face is being gripped onto by one of the tentacles, sucking the life out of her until... radio silence, pitched blackness.

You shoot up from your bed quickly, breathing heavily and frantically looking around... instead of witnessing Rebecca and your dad melting into a pile of flesh to merge into the Mind Flayer, you are in your dimly lit room... as if the entire event didn't happen. You pull your right arm from under the duvet and there it is... the stitches holding your wound together, gradually turning into a scar on your wrist.

It’s a constant reminder of what happened last month... one that didn't end like the funerals and memorials commemorating the lives lost at Starcourt, the mental bashings you’d get from your mom about how you’d killed Rebecca... no, it’s a scar in all senses of the word - it’s going to be with you every month, week, day, hour and second for the rest of your life.

The only way you thought you could escape was through sleep, that's why you’re sat up in bed right now at 7:08pm... but judging by the recurring dream you’d just had and been having since the battle at Starcourt, you couldn't even do that.

You grow restless, but you can’t even stand the disappointment of writing yet another letter that wouldn't be answered to Mason about your hurt, the pain of constant reminders, your spinning mind that made you feel dizzy all the time. Leaving your room, walking past Rebecca's untouched room, and then facing your mom was also not an option to pass the time... unless you wanted to hear her say for the millionth time: 'you did this, you tore my Becky away from me!'

No... I need some fresh air. I need to get out of this goddamn house right now.

You carefully climb out of your window in a red flannel shirt, long sleeved to cover your wrist. On your way down the drainpipe that runs down the house you fall, luckily into some bushes which cushion your fall... the mix of being stir crazy and feeling the cold night air hits you, catching you off guard... you realise that you had not left the house since Rebecca and your dad's funeral.

You run your fingers through the grass as you push yourself back onto your feet, looking around in momental wonder as if it’s your first time ever outside.

As you wander around the neighbourhood, purposefully avoiding the house that was once Heather's home... you are reminded of the reality that while you hurt and mourned over the loss you’d experienced, the world continued to spin... especially at the other side of town, where you hear the sound of distant music become louder as you choose to follow it.

Benny's Burgers. You look at the supposed abandoned place quizzically and start walking towards it.

Neon lights peek through the blinds and 'Kids In America' by Kim Wilde blares from the building. Your curiosity gets the better of you, you decide to look through a slit between the blinds... Patrick, Chance, Josh, Andy - all of the cheer and basketball team are in there... I should go, you think - until you hear a laugh, specifically Chrissy's laugh and immediately you see her cutting open a can of beer with a pocket knife.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” They all chant around her.

Seeing them all laughing, drinking and dancing together is a reminder that the world of reality is spinning so fast that you can’t keep up... it feels like you’d been left behind and you couldn’t even talk to Chrissy about it, definitely not in front of them anyway...

They'd make fun of me, I couldn't show them this side of me, the struggling side because I had always been the weakest link of the lot of them. I need to get away, just a black hole I could jump into and disappear into a vortex.

The first void you spot is the woods opposite Benny's Burgers, so you decide to walk into it.

There are so many random noises, twigs snapping, owls tooting, the wind blowing through the branches of the trees... it is creepily comforting and distracts you from the deafening noise happening in your mind.

You look up at the sky, which you can hardly see because of the tops of the trees merging into one another and hardly leaving any gaps for the night sky to dimly shine through.

You can see some stars and the moon peeking through, instantly making you relax as you notice the slightly darker shades on it, the subtle twinkling of the stars... You keep your head up, failing to look in the direction you are walking until... you’re lost... and you’re not even scared, you see it as an opportunity to have a breakdown in peace and to collect twigs and stones, shoving them in your jeans.

You completely lean against the trunk of a tree and let yourself slide down it as little whimpers leave your lips... How am I going to get through this? How am I going to pretend that the way they died was normal, in a fire? Pfft. How will I be able to continue cheerleading if I can't cope? How can I go on and pretend I'm fine when all I can think about is my responsibility for the death of Becky and my dad? You cry.

You place your hands over your face, whimpering into them as your bum hits the ground. You stretch your legs out as much as you can, "Look at what you've done - I hate you, I hate you for everything that's happened... not even just this summer, the last few years - the strain you put on mom, dad and Becky... how could you... and Bill-y, you didn't try hard en-ough and now... now you've l-ost everything," you choke out, "I h-ate you- ow!" You feel pressure on your leg and quickly lower your hands.

"Shit!" It’s Eddie Munson, he'd just tripped over your legs... you know it’s him because he’s wearing the same old denim vest-jacket and has the skull patterned bandana dangling from his back-left pocket. You look at him in utter disbelief as he shakes his head, shaking the leaves out of his long hair while on all fours... your breathing must be so rapid and so loud that his head whips around to look at you, his eyes are wide and looking straight at you.

You both stare at each other for a while... you thought of running from him again… but where to? To my bed that didn't even give me comfort anymore? Fuck that, I'd rather him sacrifice me... if all of the cult bullcrap about Hellfire that Becky believed was true, "What, Munson?" You find myself asking with an attitude, trying to cover up your weakness, even though tears are still flowing from your eyes.

He collapses onto his stomach and scrambles around until he's facing you, about a metre and a half away, "I thought your legs were goddamn tree roots," he says in between staggered breaths.

You keep looking at him in complete shock, still rapidly breathing at the sight of him... Did he not hear me?

He rolls his eyes and visibly deflates in his demeanour, getting uncomfortable and you hear him mumble, "Look, you can run again if you want - or I can leave," he sighs, but as you continue to stay silent, he starts to stand himself back up, "Yup - I'm gonna... go - I'm getting a real bad case of deja vu right now."

You watch him as he starts to walk away, still brushing leaves off of his outfit, “w-wait." The crisp sound of his footsteps on the leaves stop and he half-turns, staying still and looking at you with one brow raised. "D-don't go," you find yourself whispering in a broken voice.

To say he looks concerned and weirded out by your behaviour is an understatement... he just silently sits himself down opposite you, fidgeting with his jeans and listening to your sniffles as you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt... he just listened to you crying... this must be so awkward for him, "I'm - sorry," you mumble.

"What for?" He asks, he'd had his head bowed down, but lifted it to look at you when you apologised.

You gesture at yourself and around you as you shake your head, "Just... this."

His mouth is agape for a few moments, "Oh - 's okay... I mean, it is a little weird, y’know... I'm sat here in the middle of the woods with one of the queens of Hawkins High," he states playfully and picks up a leaf, touching at it as if it’s a reminder that this is actually happening, and when he realises that it is he blows a loud puff of air out of his mouth, "This isn't exactly how I expected tonight would g-."

He doesn't want to be here - even he finds me unbearable, "So go then - go and make a couple bucks... you'll get plenty at Benny's Burgers,” you huff, rolling your very swollen eyes.

He lifts his hands in surrender, confused, "No - no... woah - what? I'm not out here for business - I just like the woods," he scratches the back of his and furrows his brows, "Thats not what I meant anyway - 's just... you ran away from me last time I tried to talk to you."

You look down now, refusing to make eye contact with him, "Yeah, well - maybe I'm too exhausted to run now," you retort, a hint of truth in your words which brings another flood of tears to your eyes... you try to hide the fact that your words had hit close to home and cover your face.

You hear him exhale and a slight shuffle of leaves, assuming he'd moved ever so slightly closer to you, "Do you wanna talk about it?" His voice is gentle, small, unsure, "I could even sit on the opposite side of the tree and it'd be like I'm not - even here," you look at him from in between your fingers as he waves his hands around in a way that suggests mystery.

You slowly bring your hands away from your face, the mascara that once had been on your eyelashes is probably smeared down your cheeks... no one has ever offered to listen... why was he doing this after the way I treated him? Why is he so eager? Why does he care so much?

He hunches his shoulders, clearly feeling defeated again by your silence and he stands himself up again, thinking he is leaving you alone with your thoughts, you bring your knees up to your chest and hug them into you tightly as you tuck your face into the space between your legs and chest.

You expect to hear Eddie's footsteps fading into the distance, but they don’t. Instead they circle the tree you are sat against and you hear him grunt, sitting himself on the other side of the tree, "W-what are y-," you mumble weakly.

"I heard you talking to yourself, m'kay - I mean, not what you said - I was kinda in my own world of... woods - stuff," a mix of him tapping his feet on the ground and twigs snapping can be heard, "I'm just gonna - sit here and if you wanna stay mute that's totally cool by me, but the only way you're gonna gain from whatever's going on here is if you... speak your mind - trust me, coming from the 'freak'... I know," he chuckles dryly, "Just pretend I'm not here - focus on yourself."

"B-but I know you're there, my brain isn't stupid," you state sassily.

"I know - that's not what I'm saying at all... I'm not even in the position to be calling you stupid, considering I failed senior year again," he sighs out, the back of his head thumping against the trunk of the tree.

"It sort of sounds like you ar-."

"Tink," the nickname slips out of his mouth quickly, hushing you... taking you back to the day you’d first met, how you both got along instantly, how he didn't judge you for not being the stereotypical ‘girly girl’, for not having many friends or listening to 'different' music… because he understood and was willing to listen... you hear him chuckle again, "Just try it ou-."

"You're not supposed - to be here, remember?"

"Sure - I'll shut up now, I promise... I do fidget a lot though, so just ignore tha-."

"Shhh!"

"M'kay," you hear the little smile on his face in his voice.

You exhale as you rest the back of your head against the tree too, you notice that your eyes are no longer watering up so much and you even have the tiniest smile on your face, only visible if looking through a microscope... you close your eyes and take a deep breath, trying to drown out the sound of Eddie tapping his fingers on his sneakers, "I'm just - so exhausted... not from actually doing anything. It's my mind... it's constantly awake - even when I'm asleep and I'm forced to listen to it tell me horrible things like...," you hush suddenly, almost blurting out your knowledge of the other side of Hawkins you’d had the 'pleasure' of finding out about, "Like - I should h-ave been the one in the - mall fire instead of m-y - sister - my d-dad," you sniffle, the waterworks behind your eyes flowing again, the truth in your words scaring you, "This is so stupid," you hesitantly giggle.

Silence... like Eddie had promised you.

You sigh, "I feel like I've been lying to myself ever since I started high school and now, having experienced the harsh reality of this cruel world, I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't even recognise myself in the mirror... and if I c-can't even do that - how am I supposed to cope with anything, let alone finish school without getting kicked off of the cheer team? How am I supposed to fit in?"

The words spill out of you rapidly like the tears did from your eyes, you almost forgot that you are practically back to back with Eddie Munson and aren’t running for the hills... you look to the side and around the tree, the only visible part of Eddie is his white sneakers.

"I - wish I could be carefree. A girl who - knows what she wants and strives for it because it is the only reason she needs," you sniffle and whimper out a giggle, "I'm terrified of who I am, Eddie."

More silence... you start to hysterically sob, furiously rubbing at your eyes.

Your sobs are so loud that the sound of Eddie rushing to my side is drowned out, "Shit," he whispers under his breathe before reaching behind him and pulling out the skull and crossbones bandana from his back pocket and holding it out to you, "Here."

You cautiously take it, making eye contact with him first before you wipe your tears with it.

The smell of the bandana is musky, kind of gross, but you don’t care right now, you bury your face into it as you cry.

"Y'know, I knew a girl once who was exactly like that - carefree, knew what she wanted... but most importantly, she was herself and she didn't give a shit about what the other kids thought of her... I thought she was cool as hell at that talent show and trust me, I don't say that lightly, especially when it comes to 'balls in laundry baskets'," he chuckles and you breathlessly giggle into his bandana before peeking at him, keeping the rest of your face covered, "You've gotta look after yourself more... say you wanna do something impulsive... do it - do what you wanna do and don’t you dare think about what other people might think of you... if you do more of that then you'll find yourself again in no time, I promise."

You believe every word that he utters, "You're - r-right," you sniffle, mumbling into his bandana.

His eyes are big, like he can’t believe what you’d just said, "I'm - what?"

You weakly giggle, "Believe it or not - I believe you," you smile shyly at him and he looks down, seeming flustered.

"Wow er - that was easy - I didn’t think you would - believe in me," he mumbles unsurely and bounces his leg up and down quickly as silence rises to the surface between you again... the thoughts in your head arise, all the thoughts you hadn’t been able to say out loud about the upside down, the Mind Flayer, the truth about the 'mall fire'... you had to keep them to yourself for as long as you live. "Can I er - drive you - home?"

You snap out of your mind suddenly, your hand balled into a fist with the bandana inside it, "Y-yes - but only because I - was getting myself - lost before you showed up," you hiccup.

He smiles toothily, "Sure," he keeps his hand to his side, but his fingers move as if they're trying to grasp something as you slowly stand yourself up, "The Munson Mobile is this way - not far."

I can’t believe this is happening... Becky would've killed me for even being near the guy, what would she have done if she'd found out I’d accepted a ride from him? You shake your head, trying to focus on the sound of the leaves crunching as you make your way out of the woods leading to the trailer park.

"Your chariot awaits," you hear Eddie's voice as he opens the passenger door of his van for you, but your eyes are fixed upon what was once your dad's trailer... it is probably now occupied by someone else, to ease the pain of that thought you squeeze the bandana in your hand and give Eddie a half-hearted smile.

"Thanks,” you mumble, climbing in - again, the smell is musky. He has logos of bands stuck almost everywhere and cassettes scattered on the floor.

"Sorry for the mess, I wasn't expecting royalty," he playfully jokes as he hops into the van and is quick to switch on the engine, the music he'd been playing on his last ride suddenly blares through the speakers, "Jesus Christ!" He squeals and quickly turns it down via a small dial by the steering wheel, but it is still loud though, "Sorry about that!"

"What is it?!" Eddie takes his eyes away from the road as he drives chaotically out of the trailer park. You hold onto the handle on the door tightly, the other still subconsciously gripping the bandana, "The music, I mean!"

He raises his brows at you before looking ahead, "Dio - Rainbow In The Dark!" He bangs his head in time to the music and you look at him with wide eyes.

He sings to the song and taps on the steering wheel, still not looking much at the road. He looks at you... is the heating on... like really high? You look down, "It's wicked - I like it!"

"You do?!" He grins widely at you before squealing and swerving the car slightly to avoid a lamppost, he notices you staring ahead, wide eyed and gripping onto any handle you can find for dear life, "Sorry! Just shake it off - a bit like this!" He bobs his head more chaotically, like he doesn’t have any control over himself.

After you’d had a mini heart attack, you laugh hysterically at the adrenaline that resonated with you and do exactly what he told you to because it was what you wanted, you let yourself go and start head-banging to the beat of the song, every part of your body is moving in all different directions until beads of sweat linger on your face... and you notice that you are at the end of the neighbourhood as you look out of the passenger window.

"Oh - here - stop here!" You shout breathlessly and your body jolts forward as he suddenly slams his foot on the break of the van... you stare at him wide eyed again, your heart pounding.

Eddie just looks - proud, a grin from ear to ear, "There's the Tink I know."

Instead of hitting him for almost flinging you through the front window of his van, the shock and horror of that thought is overridden by the progress you made tonight... you smile from ear to ear too, the first genuine one since the Fourth of July... you hiccup upon realising that you are in Eddie Munson's van in your neighbourhood, "I'll - walk from here," you mumble softly as the song fades into silence.

Eddie frowns, looking down, "Are you sure? You've still got another like... five minute walk from here."

He knows where I live?

"Yes!" You blurt quickly and Eddie purses his lips, probably realising why you don’t want him to take you any further... you blink, feeling bad, "Thank you, Eddie - truly."

Eddie blinks now, looking down and shrugging, "'s no biggie." After undoing your seatbelt you hop out of the van, almost missing the step out and stumbling, but you manage to catch yourself... you still feel Eddie's eyes on you, the obvious sign being that the sound of tires screeching hasn’t invaded your ears yet, so you turn to fleetingly glance at him once more to give him a quiet 'goodbye'... but he has other ideas, "We've gotta stop meeting under the moonlight... in the woods, I'm starting to think you're a werewolf!"

You look from side to side, "shhhh - you dork!" You glare at him, but he flashes you another big and smug grin before looking down at your hand and speeding away in his van.

You look down at your hand... his bandana - you’re still holding it.

Crap.

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