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faefictions · 10 months

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Hospital Meet Cute

Eddie Munson x Reader

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“What are you in for?”

They were the first words that had been spoken directly to you for what felt like hours. The bright white of the room and the smell of cleaner was overwhelming enough, but you were nursing a headache that was beginning to really worry you. In all honesty, you probably should have been rushed back to be examined the second you arrived to the hospital, but it had been well over an hour wait now with no end in sight.

You looked to your right, where the boy who had spoken was sitting and looking at you. He looked almost as bad as you, a bloody nose that you assumed was broken, a split lip, and a black eye just beginning to darken. You were almost too exhausted to answer him at all, but what you could muster came out much more rude than you had intended.

“Can’t be sure until they actually get me checked out,” you sighed, checking the time on the wall yet again. Only 15 seconds had passed since the last time you glanced, it was still nearing midnight, your bad day hadn’t yet ended.

“How long have you been here?”

You really looked at him this time. He was young, maybe around your age, give or take a couple years. His eyes were brown and his hair was long and curly, much longer than the men in your hometown. He was calm, calmer than you would have been if you looked like him. Hell, for all you knew, you did look like him, and you had been fighting off tears the entire drive here. But this guy was sitting there like he was a regular in the waiting room, and you sat there clueless to what town you were even in.

“I’m not sure when I got here, but its been more than an hour at least. Maybe two now.”

“They’re really off their game tonight,” he said, almost under his breath as he sat up to look behind the desk. You were staring to think maybe you were right about him being a regular here.

“I think you misunderstood my question though,” he smiled at you as he sat back down, “I’m looking for the dirt, the juicy stuff. The how more than the why.”

His smile was charming, but his happy go lucky demeanor was going to get old fast. You had a feeling that ignoring him wouldn’t do much though, and you could use a break from staring at the clock.

“Well it’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Hurts like a bitch though. Your nose doing ok?”

“Yeah, probably not broken. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as last time I broke it, so we’re probably in the clear.”

“Glad to hear it,” you chuckled. You had never seen someone in such a good mood with blood actively dripping down their face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me what happened?”

“No, I usually respect the privacy of strangers that I met less than a minute ago.”

“I’m Eddie, now I’m not a stranger.”

“That’s not how that works,” you smiled incredulously.

“Sure it is! And if you tell me your name, you won’t be a stranger to me. And it’s been more than a minute now, so I think that means we’re in the clear.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“I get that a lot, but I didn’t hear an introduction anywhere in that insult.”

“I’m y/n.”

He extended a hand, and you hesitated for a second before offering your opposite hand as a compromise. It took him a second to decipher why you raised the wrong hand, but when he look down to your left wrist, he could see the bruising.

“So, you gonna ask now?”

“No,” you chuckled at his persistence.

“Damn. Well I was just going to tell you not to worry your pretty little head about it anyway so I guess it all worked out.”

“Wow. Are you always this charming?”

“You think I’m charming?” he smiled at you, and you half expected to find a missing tooth among his pearly whites, but his teeth seemed to remain one of the only parts of his body unscathed.

“You’re a bit of an ass. That’s about it.”

“And you’re just a ray of sunshine.”

“Well sorry for not being so chipper after…” you paused as you were about to reveal what your night had entailed, but shot a look at him before you could, “Damn, you almost got me.”

“That was a close one,” he smiled mischievously. You couldn’t help but admit that you really liked this guy. He was nicer than the people in your hometown, and the way he dressed was a beacon for someone like you.

You figured if you told him what had happened, it wouldn’t be as surprising to him as it would be to someone else. The kids in your town had been terrorizing you since kindergarten. The town freak since the ripe age of 5. Things had been getting progressively worse since your father died back in ’79. Now with no mother or father, you no longer had anything in common with the kids in your school. You thought the bullying would stop after high school, but you were wrong. You learned that leaving town altogether was your only hope.

That is what you had been doing. Your car was packed to the brim with your belongings, and you were set on your way for a small town about an hour away. Far enough for a new beginning, but close enough to not terrify you. Halfway through the drive, you noticed the car behind you getting a little too close for comfort. The sun had just set, but you still recognized the car. It belonged to the boyfriend of a girl that had led the crusade against you in high school, the one person you were most thankful to get away from. You knew if he was driving behind you, she was in the passenger seat, and their friends were probably packed into the back. Whatever they had planned wasn’t going to be good and you were starting to get nervous.

They started to tailgate you, and you did your best to keep your speed steady. If they rear ended you, that was their problem not yours. But your sentiment quickly changed when you realized that there was no one else on the road. If they forced you to stop, it would just be them against you, and you were worried that that was the plan all along. So you sped up.

You rode for a couple miles with them on your ass, speeding almost 20 over the limit, hoping to come across some traffic and a well lit stop to get them to pass. But before you could reach your safe haven, they had pulled up beside you. The last thing you remembered was her smiling at you before running into the side of your car.

They must have sped off, not even stopping to see if you were alive, because when you woke up you were alone on the road again. You could see the lights of a town maybe a mile up the road, and with your car now totaled, your only hope was to walk the rest of the way.

You hadn’t told the ladies behind the desk about the severity of your situation. You just told them you got into a little accident. You were regretting that now, knowing that if you told them you were ran off the road and had to walk to the hospital after coming to in a totaled car, you probably would have been seen by now.

“Do you want me to get you something cold for your arm? It looks like it’s staring to swell.”

You glanced down to your left arm again, and he was right. You still weren’t sure what was broken and what just ached. Your adrenaline was pumping during the walk here, but you didn’t feel an ounce of it anymore.

“That would be lovely, but where are you going to get something cold in the waiting room.”

“I know my way around,” he winked before getting up and leaving you for a moment. He returned a minute later with an ice cold can of soda.

“Come here often?” you chuckled as you took the can and rested against the tight skin on your wrist.

“Yeah, actually. I’m on a first name basis with a majority of the staff at this point. Especially the ones who work the weekends.”

“What, are you more accident prone on a Saturday?”

“Oh, darlin, you really think I bruised myself up this good? Nah, not even I’m that talented.”

“You really want to tell me what happened, don’t you?”

“Only so you’re trapped into telling me what happened to you. No offense, but you look like you’ve gone to Hell and back, and I would love for you to feed into my morbid curiosity.”

“Then you can keep your secrets,” you smirked at him, and glanced back to the clock. Somehow, 10 minutes had passed. You had begun to convince yourself that you had entered purgatory before you starting speaking to Eddie. It felt like time was never going to progress, and you were going to be stuck waiting for medical attention for the rest of eternity.

Eddie was about to speak up, but before he could open his smart ass mouth, the doors of the entrance slid open and he glanced behind him to see whose shoes were squeaking as they made their way to you.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. The smirk was wiped off your face when you turned to see a tall man in a police uniform approaching the two of you.

“Hopper, to what do I owe the pleasure,” Eddie tried to joke. To you, he was clearly nervous, but you thought he hid it well.

“I’m not here for you this time Munson. But better safe than sorry, you should stick around for a quick word after this,” The officer spoke gruffly, coming off like a disappointed father, “Are you y/n l/n?”

Your heart dropped. You had never been good with authority figures. Whether it be teacher, principles, security guards, or cops. You were always on the butt end of a bad situation, and you learned from a young age that not even finding an adult could save you. No one was ever on your side.

“Uhm, yeah,” you replied, barely above a whisper and unable to look back up at him.

“Thank god,” you heard him grumble under his breath, “Are you aware that your car is on fire a mile up the road?”

“Oh, it just wouldn’t start when I left it.”

Eddie was soaking up the conversation, looking between you and Hopper like it was a tennis match. It was the entertainment he had been hoping for to distract him from the third time he had been in a fight this month. This time he truly did have himself to blame, after saying something he really shouldn’t have to a man much bigger than him after a show at the Hideout. But as he began to piece the puzzle together, he was growing more concerned for you.

“You mind telling me what happened to your car? Or how you got here?,” Hopper’s head quickly swiveled to Eddie, “Did you drive her?”

Eddie just shook his head and glanced at you. He could see your eyes staring to water now, and something in him hated the sight. He reached out and grabbed your good hand, hoping to offer some kind of support or comfort, whichever you needed more.

“I walked.”

“And you were in the car when it flipped?”

Your head shot up, unable to believe what you were hearing.

“It flipped?”

To the best of your recollection, you just swerved off the side of the road. Honestly, you weren’t thinking straight, because there was no reason for you passing out and totaling your car if you had simply swerved.

“It did. There wasn’t anyone else in the car right?”

“No… Just everything I own.” you scoffed as the weight of the situation really sunk in. This brought a whole new meaning to your “new beginning” idea. There was no fresher start than one with nothing from your past.

“How long have you been here?”

You were too stuck in your own thoughts to process that another question had been asked, so Hopper looked to Eddie in hopes of an answer.

“She was here when I got here an hour and a half ago, but she said she doesn’t know how long she’s been here.”

“I’m going to go see if I can get someone to give her a once over. Keep her company.”

Eddie nodded and turned his attention back to you. You were obviously zoned out, and Eddie didn’t blame you, but he needed to reel you back in.

“So much for keeping your secrets,” he whispered, feigning maliciousness, as if he had personally asked Hopper to come down and tell him.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, even as your tears began to tip over your lower lids.

“I think you have to tell me what happened to you now, if I recall the rules correctly.”

“Oh, I just got beat up at a bar. Nothing near as exciting as what’s going on over here,” he chuckled as he gestured vaguely towards you.

It wasn’t until now that you realized that his hand was holding yours, but you were glad to receive the kind attention. It wasn’t something you were used to.

“So what were you running from?” he asked, the warmth and humor suddenly absent from his voice.

“What do you mean?”

“You had all your belongings packed into the back of your car, and I am 90% sure you aren’t from around here. So I can naturally assume you were running from something. Honestly I have a feeling I know the answer, but you know, never judge a book by its cover.”

“Maybe I want to hear your guess.”

“Town freak?”

“Excuse me?”

“Outcast? Pariah, reject, untouchable? I can go on for hours. I’m afraid I have an unfair advantage with all the synonyms.”

“And why’s that?”

“I’ve been called them all, sweetheart. You are speaking with the resident Freak of Hawkins, Indiana,” he pretended to bow from his seat.

“Guess it really does take one to know one, huh,” you offered a half hearted smile.

“So what was it? Weird music? Everyone hate your dad? One person just decide to make it their lives mission to make everyone hate you?”

“If I knew what it was, I would have changed it years ago. I think it’s just genetic though. But your guesses aren’t bad.”

You adored that Eddie could make you laugh even after something as terrible as this night. You almost didn’t want to get called back anymore, knowing that your time with him would likely come to an end, and you may never see him again.

When Hopper returned to let you know that your wait was almost over, you were almost disappointed.

“Y/n, I need to talk to you really quick though. Is that alright?” he asked, and he seemed much more gentle than he had when he arrived. You hated the pity, but it was much better than how you were used to being treated by the police. So you gave him a nod.

“Eddie, can you give us a minute?”

“It’s ok if he stays,” you cut in quickly, subconsciously squeezing Eddie’s hand harder.

“Ok, that’s fine with me,” Hopper gave you a smile before he pulled a chair closer to sit directly across from you. He pulled out a small notepad and a pen and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees.

“Y/n, I need to know what you remember from before your car flipped. If you remember anything at all.”

“Why?”

“There are… There are some marks on the drivers side of the car that suggest you were hit. I just want to put the pieces together before we start a man hunt, just in case I’m wrong in thinking someone ran you off the road.”

“It’s ok, there’s no need to look for them. I don’t want to press charges or anything.”

Your heart began to pick up thinking about the retaliation you might receive from bringing legal charges agains them. You were trying to get away, the last thing you needed was a case to tie you to them.

Hopper’s head quirked in curiosity, and he squinted his eyes at you before asking, “Y/n, do you know who did this?”

“Well, yeah, but like I said, it’s…It’s fine.”

“Can we have a second Hop?” Eddie asked gently, and Hopper nodded before crossing the room to allow you two to speak.

“The people you were running from, are they the ones that did this?”

“Eddie, you don’t get it.”

“No, I do, remember? I need you to take a deep breath, ok?”

It took you a second to realize how hard you were squeezing his hand and how quickly your heart was beating. So you took his advice and took a few deep breaths before you looked for him to continue.

“I can tell you’re scared. But, y/n, this isn’t school yard bullying. They could have killed you. And it doesn’t sound like they stopped to see if you were alive. They deserve to be locked up for that, you know that right?”

“But they won’t.”

“Cops don’t like you back home?”

You just shook your head.

“Well look, you met Hopper over there,” he gestured over his shoulder and waiting for you to nod before continuing, “Well he’s different. I promise. He will make sure those bastards burn for what they did. He doesn’t care if their daddy is mayor, he will make sure they do the time the deserve ok?”

“How do you know it was more than one person?”

“Those kind of people always travel in packs.”

“If I tell him who it was…” you paused to organize your thoughts into a coherent sentence as your mind raced, “How do you know they won’t just find me and try again?”

Eddie gently reached up grab your cheeks and got closer to your face, “I swear they won’t lay another finger on you. And if you decide to stick around Hawkins, I can assure you no one else will either.”

“You offering to be my body guard?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. He could tell you were calming down already.

“By the looks of you, I don’t think you’re cut out for that line of work.”

“Shush,” he laughed, “So what do you say, can I call Hop back over?”

You nodded, and a minute later, Hopper was out the door and ready to bring justice to the people who had been making your existence unbearable for your whole life. It wasn’t much longer before a nurse rushed out and apologized for the long wait to both of you and called you both back. Your heart dropped when you realized you may not see Eddie again, and he could sense your reluctance to let his hand go.

“Don’t worry, I already memorized your full name like the good freak I am, and I will be back to visit you later.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. The best thing about the hospital here in the lovely town of Hawkins, Indiana, is that our visiting hours are 24/7. I can come annoy you for as long as I want,” he smirked at you, “I just need to run home and grab my copy of Lord of the Rings after they check out my nose. I think you’ll really like it.”

“With this headache, I don’t think I’m going to like reading anything.”

“Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t going to let you lay a finger on it. I like doing the voices.”

You both laughed, and continued to hold hands until it was absolutely necessary for you to part ways.

“See you soon,” Eddie smiled down at you before following a different nurse to a room down the hall.

“See you soon.”

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punkitt-is-here · 9 months

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How can I cultivate the same, "just keeping making stuff all the time" kind of energy you have? It's very impressive and something I wish I could do!

well, theres a couple reasons i think! one is that i just found ways to be satisfied with small amounts of work. its in part because of my ADHD, but my parents were always trying new things (motorcycles, leatherwork, acrylic paint, collage art, photography, video editing) so that definitely rubbed off on me; i had a great example of people just wanting to try stuff. i keep making stuff all the time because i love trying out new things; you don't have to be an expert to try something new! you just have to have a desire for it! wanna make a zine? google it! wanna write a comic? give it a shot! wanna get into woodworking? buy a carving knife and find a stick or something! i think theres plenty of ways to find entry points into interesting stuff and you gotta let yourself be okay with making shit that sucks just because its fun. which leads me to my second point!!

im okay with being dogshit at stuff! i try new things, i kind of suck at them, and i think it's either 1. cool that i made it this far or 2. kinda funny that this is what its like at the moment. i know that sucking is never permanent, everything can be improved with time, and rarely does anyone ever magically get good at something first try. i think of myself as a talented artist, but its over the course of 2+ decades of drawing; im always improving, and no matter what im going to find things i want to get better at, so why fault myself now for not being perfect? a couple of months ago i really wanted to try woodcarving, so i made spoon with my dad. did it turn out great? not really! you cant even use it as a spoon! but im glad i tried it, it was fun, i had a great time with my dad, and now i know a little bit more going in next time. the idea that you have to be perfect or make tangible progress every single time you try something new is a recipe for burnout. i promise you, it doesnt matter if something doesn't come out like God's Gift to Humanity! Did you have fun? did you learn something? are you satisfied in some small part? good!

(pictured: tha spoon)

last, im just really easy to please myself! I'll make a doodle or implement an idle animation in my game or color a piece and go "wow! thats so cool i did that :)" and it really is just a matter of realizing that its fucking COOL to create stuff, no matter how small! whatever you made didn't exist before you, especially in your own unique way, and now it does! doesn't that rule?! i'm obsessed with it! even if its just a stick figure, its a stick figure you made, and it wasn't there before. thats fucking awesome!!! art is so cool!!!! i think that being happy with small goals and victories is a great way of trying out new things and showing off cool stuff u made, no matter what skill level. :) this turned into a whole big thing, but i hope this helps! tl;dr is try things if they seem fun, be okay with not being good at them, and find stuff about it that makes you happy or satisfied!

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solbach-colbrock · 5 months

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Demon Bait - Seth Borden X Reader

SUMMARY - Turns out demons are drawn to you even more than spirits are to Seth

WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, demonic entities

WORDS - 1.4k

NOTES - this didn’t quite turn out the way that I had hoped but frankly I’m stuck on this one so hopefully its good enough for y’all lol (also I know the gif is being weird shut up)

~*~*~*~

It was something you had learned the hard way. For some reason, you seemed to be a magnet for demons. Every location that was said to have a demonic presence, you would be targeted by it. You couldn’t even make fun of Seth for being ghost bait anymore because you decidedly had it worse.

The house had been active since the moment you walked in the door. Most of it was knocking and footsteps, but the spirit box had also turned itself on in Sam’s backpack and emitted a tone that indicated a large temperature change. More concerning than anything was the constant presence you felt over your left shoulder the entire night.

You had stopped vocalizing most of the things you experienced, as the boys had started talking about keeping you out of potentially demonic locations, and you weren’t willing to be benched from any investigations. You only ever told them the small stuff anymore.

You had been investigating this house for around seven hours, and it was finally 3AM. The feeling of being watched had been growing stronger all night, and by now felt like there was someone – or something – standing a mere inch behind you at all times. You felt crowded, to say the least.

The demonic energy was said to be in the master bedroom on the first floor, something that your gut was telling you was true. Earlier in the night, you thought you had seen a shadow figure in this room, and you felt something tug at the back of your shirt as you walked out, as if something was trying to pull you back in. It was the last place you guys had to properly investigate, and you were planning to finish off the night with an Estes session.

“Are you sure you want to go under for this? You’ve been kinda spacey for the past hour. I don’t want this thing to get to you too much. I can go under if you’d rather sit this one out,” Seth offered. As someone who attracted a lot of paranormal attention, he knew something in that house had an eye for you. He had also done enough investigations with you that he was able to see when something was targeting you. It was scary enough being targeted by normal spirits, so he could only imagine how terrifying it would be to have demons attracted to you.

“I’ll be fine, babe. If I’m not, I’ll pull myself out. I don’t allow these things to harm me if I can help it,” you replied, taking the blindfold from Colby.

“You say that, but what if you can’t? What if this thing is stronger than you? It already said your name five times tonight. I don’t know if I like this.”

“Seth, I’m an adult. I know what my limits are. This is our last investigation. Tell you what, if you get too scared while I’m under, you can pull me out, okay?”

You and Sam shared the sentiment that, because there were a lot of reports of people being touched or grabbed while in the bed, that you would get the best results while laying on it for your session, although Seth made you compromise on the issue, and you ended up just sitting on it to appease him. He was always very protective of you while doing paranormal stuff, even before you had started dating.

A shadow figure, 8 feet tall and bending down sideways to look at you, showed itself to you in the doorway right before you went under.

“Begin.”

“Wow, immediately.”

“Speak. Now.” The putrid smell of smoke filled your nostrils. You scrunched your nose as it seemed to heat up your face.

“We haven’t even asked anything yet. That’s crazy.”

“Who are we speaking to?”

“You know me.”

“We know you? Is this Elizabeth again? We were speaking to you earlier.”

“You wish I…”

“Like ‘you wish I was Elizabeth’, as if what we’re talking to isn’t her?”

“That’s creepy. Tell us your name. Who are we talking to?”

“Are you scared yet?”

“Oh, fuck off, that’s not cool.”

“Borden. Fear.”

“Are you the demon that was said to make Elizabeth set the bedroom on fire?”

“Demon. Beelzebub.”

“We should stop talking to this thing. You know what happens when Y/N-“

“Not yours anymore.”

“I don’t think we should keep-“

“Wait.”

When your leg had started shaking, you hadn’t noticed. What you had noticed however, was just how lightheaded you were getting. You almost had to fight to keep your head up. The static of the spirit box was starting to lull you into a meditative state that blocked out even the ability to perceive the feelings in your own body. You took a deep breath and continued listening.

“I set the fires.”

“Fires, plural? Did you set multiple fires?”

“Different people.”

“You made different people set the fires?”

“Pyromaniac demon is a new one.”

“Maybe it wanted to recreate Hell on earth or something.”

“Yours. For you.”

“Our Hell? What-“

“Not leaving with you.”

“Correct, you’re not allowed to leave with us.”

“Can we talk about this really quickly? It makes people set fires, supposedly in order to create a personal Hell. For Elizabeth, it was killing her own sister, and it sounds like it’s made other people do the same.”

“You’re not understanding.”

“What are we not understanding? Help us understand, tell us what you want us to know.”

“You’re losing this one. Y/N. Leave us.”

“Fuck no, pull them out.”

“Mine now. Say goodbye.”

“Pull them the fuck out!”

The red light from the camera blinded you as the headphones and blindfold were ripped from your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you before you could completely remember where you were. All three boys were shouting, you assumed enforcing that whatever was in this house needed to leave you alone. Your head crashed backwards into Seth’s chest, giving yourself a moment to get your bearings back.

“Holy fuck, baby, your nose is bleeding.”

Your hand came away from your face coated in blood that you hadn’t even felt fall. Even under the red light, you could tell it was a lot. Sam rushed to turn the room lights on as Colby stopped recording for the moment. Your well being was now more important than anything.

The shadow figure still stood in the doorway.

“We’re being watched,” you told them, voice breathy and labored. “We need to leave. Now.”

~*~*~*~

It was raining outside, but none of you really cared. The cover over the porch provided just enough dry space for the four of you to use. They figured that, even if it wasn’t completely away from the house, it was still outside, which was safer than being in an enclosed space with whatever was going after you. Seth had you drawn into his lap facing him, checking your pupils and wiping at your nose every five seconds to make sure you were recovering.

“How are you feeling? How’s your head?” Colby asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You lightly swatted him away, feeling crowded enough by your boyfriend.

“Better. I’ll be back to normal in a couple days, but either I’m gonna sleep way too much or not at all for awhile.” You laid yourself on Seth’s chest as the exhaustion gripped your senses.

“You’re staying home and recovering for awhile. I don’t want you even mentioning ghosts for at least a couple months after this,” Seth declared. He rubbed up and down your back to the tempo of your tired breathing.

“Baaaaabe.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You keep pushing yourself like this, you’re gonna land yourself in the hospital. This is too fucking dangerous for you. You’ll get a demonic attachment if you’re not careful.”

You knew he was right. You had always tried not to let your ability to attract demons scare you, sometimes to a reckless degree. If it were just about you, you probably wouldn’t care as much, but bringing something demonic home with you meant bringing something demonic home to Seth, and your last desire was to put him in any sort of danger.

“…Fine, but only because I like you so much,” you replied, a bit defeated. He squeezed you a bit tighter at that, feeling better about it already.

“Thank you, baby. Now, let’s get you some sage and holy water before we leave. Even I feel fucking unclean after that.”

#Seth Borden x reader #Seth Borden imagine #Seth Borden fic #Seth Borden

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 25 days

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this girl one time wanted to have sex with me and when i asked to use a condom she laughed it off and said it wasnt cool, and began to chip away at my boundary until i gave her what she wanted. she kept trying to get me to do things and i would say no, and she would continue asking anyway. in bed she said something like “you said you would” and that legitimately scared me, because it seemed like she was just blatantly lying to my face, or just forgot. then she called herself a succubus (A DEMON) and my gut screamed at me to be careful around her. sorry this may be TMI, but im anon so whatever, she said i could nut in her, which is the complete opposite of my original boundary. she was so sweet otherwise and communicated really good. except for when i texted her my concerns about being manipulated. she just became really defensive. im really happy im not “under her spell” anymore. i dont know what she was trying to do, but she could have hurt me really bad

its not tmi, its ok, you know me :p <3.. im sorry your boundaries were disrespected :( ill put my answer under read more cus its probly gona be long , this message had me contemplating some things..

IMO : sex is so tricky its been a struggle my whole life to understand how i feel about it & where my boundaries lie + allowing myself to express them so i understand the struggle u present here altho it's a different perspective.. some people use sex as a vehicle to gain power over others, by way of luring their partner into a state of vulnerability, i dont think that's something demonic necessarily i think it's usually more surface level than that. however

you do see a huge rise in the amount of ppl kind of, trying to personify the succubus nowadays? ppl have always wanted to be sexy but it's like different than the way ppl wanted to be sexy when i was younger. it got rly mainstream to have kind of a demon aesthetic if that makes sense? when i was younger this stuff was reserved for the relentlessly bullied & punished Goth and Emo kids.

but ok when i worked at spencers gifts in 2021/22 they had all these shirts of anime succubus girls getting choked and in bondage n shit, and these shirts were their best sellers they were outselling most the band tees and franchises like naruto.. and im telling youuu it was like, the youngest girls always buying these shirts, it made me so uncomfortable!! sometimes i would walk away and get my coworker to ring them up cus i was like nah im not selling a child that shit...but it really made me think like wow if i was in 7th grade and wore this shit to school it wou;dve been like wearing a giant KICK MY ASS!!!! target on my back but it's like, a popular thing rn.

and im not saying the bullying should return ofc, not the point. but it lead me down the string of thought wondering why this stuff is being pushed into the mainstream so heavily. sex sells i guess $$$ but yeah i think right now it's especially common to refer to yourself as a succubus if you're trying to feel a sense of power as a woman. because as a woman there are very few ways to gain power other than using sex. and many people want power! but i dont think most of them are demonic. just lost..

still its good u followed ur instinct to stay away from that girl because it is really cruel to manipulate someone in a moment where they've trusted you enough to be close to them like that.

yeah i think its rly rare for someone to be in some true demonic possession shit but i feel there can be dark things that linger *around* people who have weak spiritual armor and sort of, feast off their energy & create misfortunes around the person that generate bad energy for it to feed off of. but i dont think they have too much control over your actions like i would imagine for someone who's truly possessed. i feel a lot of ppl have these sort of ambient malignant attachments especially if they keep a lot of dark imagery & symbols around thinking it's just an aesthetic.

thas just my thoughts....really bored tonite so im typing a lot.... i love sex i think it can be so beautiful and restoring, it helps me feel so much happier in life to have good sex regularly i dont think sex or sexiness is evil. i just think its easy for ppl w bad intentions to turn it into this whole twisted ass mind game when it shld rly b so simple and natural and a loving connection that sets u free......be safe out there anon be discerning! protect you heart..<3

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@gyubby99 happy valentines. This is your gift.

Alastor x OC fic

Aponi shot up in bed with a smile when she realized what day it was.

Usually it was hard to know the date, but hell had been broadcasting it all over.

Valentines day.

Aponi had gone out to get all of her friends something. Especially Charlie, considering she had never been to earth.

Aponi also got something for alastor, but she was scared that he wouldn't care for it, so she figured she give it to him later. He wasn't really one for affection, and so she wasn't expecting anything from the radio demon either.

"Good morning my fellow demons!!!" Aponi called as she joyfully hopped down the stairs in her bright hot pink outfit.

"Well good morning toots!" Angel replied from his place at the bar.

"Morning!" Charlie called.

"Do you guys remember the date?" Aponi asked with a smile.

"Uhhhhh no?" Nifty answered from her place on the chandelier, cleaning it.

"Its valentines day! I got you all something to celebrate it!" Aponi replied.

"Awe shit. That's today? I'm afraid I didn't get you anything, babe," Angel replied as he stood up and walked over to Aponi to give her a hug.

"No worries! I figured as much! I just love the day, and it's been broadcasted all over hell," Aponi answered. "Here," she started as she handed each of her friends a gift.

"Leather boots? How tha fuck didja manage that?" Angel asked as he opened his gift.

"I had to cut a few people!" Aponi answered with a smirk.

"Catnip. Wow. Original," Husk deadpanned as he sighed. "Wait there's somethin else," he muttered before gasping. "More vodka! Fuck yes!" He exclaimed.

"Dont drink it all in one sitting," Aponi teased.

"A LAMP!" Vaggie exclaimed before rushing to plug it in and staring at the light.

"Ooooh a hair pin!" Nifty smiled as she put it on.

"Oh my gosh aponi. Guys look! It's the group photo we took when the hotel was just starting out!" Charlie called as she held up a picture frame.

"I had to bribe a lotta people but I got it done," Aponi stated.

"Oh this is all so sweet! Thank you!" Charlie smiled as she hugged the butterfly demon.

Minutes later Alastor walked into the hotel.

"Is my darling still asleep?" Alastor asked.

"Hm? Oh nah. She's at her studio dancin. She'll be gone for a while," Angel replied.

"Ah I see. New boots?" Alastor asked.

"Yeah! Ya girl gottem for me for valentines day! She got all of us stuff," Angel replied.

"Valentines day? That's today?" Alastor asked, his voice glitching out a bit.

"Yeah but don't sweat it. She seemed pretty cool with the fact that we forgot too," Angel replied.

Alastor said nothing before walking out of the hotel.

30 minutes or so later, Alastor walked into the dance studio to find Aponi finishing up her dance.

He gave her some applause when it was finished. "Wonderful! Oh darling you truly are a treat!" Alastor exclaimed.

"Thanks honey! Oh! I have something for you for valentines day!" Aponi replied as she fished in her bag for the gift.

When she gave it to him, Alastor's smile grew.

"This is beautiful craftsmanship my dear!" Alastor exclaimed as he looked at the dagger in his hands.

The handle was dark red as blood and the steel of the blade was engraved with roses.

"I thought you'd like it. You don't need to use it or whatever, but I know you like weapons," Aponi explained as she packed up her items.

"Ah ah. Not so fast my dear. I have something for you too," the radio demon stated as he handed Aponi an orange box.

"Oh, Al you didn't have to..." Aponi replied as she opened it. Her smile grew as a small ring was known.

"Its a promise ring, my dear. It's like a deal of sorts. Not too romantic," Alastor tried to cover up his feelings.

"Oh honey... I love it thank you. And you're right. Just a deal. Not romantic," Aponi smirked before pulling the demon in for a kiss.

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liplessthomas14 · 2 months

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Maze Runner Books Ranking Worst to Best

I finally made myself read thr 4th TMR book, which I had been putting off for months because it didn't have Thomas in it. So yup, this is how I rate them,

1- The Fever Code- The Gladers' childhood? Finally seeing how Thomas was involved in making the maze? Seeing W.I.C.K.E.D.s full cruelty and torture regarding its 'lab rats'? Like, YES! I loved loved LOVED the gladers' dynamics and how they met each other and how they sneaked out of their rooms/cells at night to talk and had their little-kid-moments despite everything that was happening. And damn that opening scene with Newt and Sonya was CHILLING! And that was immediately followed by a 6yo (as i remember), being TORTURED into forgetting his own NAME! And wow the way he just goes to sleep repeating the wrong name after days of holding onto his real one coz he finally breaks like...wow... and dang that Minho torture scene with the Griever was INSANE- and Thomas's reaction to it!!!!! It just had that perfect mix of light hearted-ness and disturbing-ness that I look for in fiction.

2- The Kill Order- Ikr, I was suprised too. But it was actually so good and interesting- learning how it all started. And the Cranks just- wow. The books don't have a lot of cranks in them, and the ones in the movies are nowhere near as close to being disturbing (which is rly the only thing i can criticise about them). It hardly has any light-hearted moments tho, which is why it's 2nd. But OMG THE ENDING!!! The way Mark KNOWS that he's going crazy and does sadistic things but he and his friends hang on to sanity as much as possible to get DEEDEE (TERESA, ikr) to safety and wow poor Mark definitely did NOT mean that when he told W.I.C.K.E.D. to "use her", like damn, after all that effort Teresa still dies!?!?! Omg James! And usually I'm not a huge fan of romance but that ending was just *chef's kiss*- the way Trina finally remembers him and they kiss and then the Berg crashes and they both fricking die! And that Prologue really gave an insight into how Teresa has been groomed since she was 4 into believing "W.I.C.K.E.D. is good". And the Epilogue, wow, poor Thomas.

3- The Maze Runner- I honestly prefer the movies for the TMR trilogy, but there were definetely some cool parts in the book. Loved the whole "Griever takes one each day" scenario- that just builds up so much suspense and the way Gally goes insane from waiting and throws himself at a monster! And the way Thomas waits till it takes one and then jumps on too to get stung really shows how much of a survivalist he is. And I gotta say I prefer the Grievers in the books cause in the movies they're just typical monsters. But some parts were too dystopian-ish. The door in the sky and a few other stuff were too messy, ig.

4-The Death Cure- Defs preferred the movie for this one. Also had the same problem of being too dystopian. Didn't like how he moved on from Teresa so easily, like, she didnt really do anything wrong, she just wanted to save him and sacrificed herself for him! I liked Newt's "Please Tommy, please" line and how Thomas was the one who killed him. That was much more impactful. But overall, I prefered Newt's death in the movie. But yeah the movoes were amazing so

5- The Scorch Trials- The books just SUCKED for this one. So boring and long and I hardly understood anything cause of all the advanced technological shit. Ig that is the point- to get the needed data, Gladers have to be confused, and the book's in a Glader's pov so we dont know what happens either. But it would've been better if they at least found out later. Like, how did the brick walls appear on the windows? Where did the bodies come from? Where did they go? Who killed them? How did the tattoos appear? How did Ratman get there? Why was Teresa in the Scorch (i get that wicked wanted to confuse them, but that was just weird, but maybe that was the point)? Teresa's whole betrayal plan was weird. Why did the walls randomly start saying that Thomas was the leader? Why did they have to fight weird glow blob monsters? Yeah that was a horrible read. The movie wasn't exceptional compared to the other 2, but still a 1000× better, really fun.

#the maze runner #thomas the maze runner #thomas maze runner #tmr thomas #tmr spoilers #the maze runner spoilers #the scorch trials #the scorch trials spoilers #the death cure #the death cure spoilers #the maze runner books #the kill order #the kill order spoilers #the fever code #the fever code spoilers

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engagemythrusters · 8 months

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okay. ahsoka. here we go

Immediately a fan of the music. Did they get the same people as TBOBF and The Mandalorian? The Ludwig person? Forgot the name…

INTRO CRAWL?! DAMNNNNN

But also red? Why red crawl?

Why is she searching for Thrawn not Ezra. Like I know the two left together but you think Ezra would be the priority. Not thrawn.

Aaand there’s the ship. Always start Star Wars with a ship.

Uuuugh my pirate site keeps buffering. Booooooooo

“They’re jedi” okay vibe but are they actually. Or is it those sorta-Sith guys

Ugh okay my annoying I have to go without subtitles now… :/ tbjs js gonna be hard

Okay that was a very Star Trek move. Why. For what.

YEAH ITS THOSE SITHLIKE BITCHES

Shin Hati evil love that for her. Love evil gorls

Evil granpa got shoulders daaamn love that for him

Ah it’s Bad Wig Girl.

God seriously why are the wigs so bad. Fucjing Disney. Boo.

Man I miss when Star Wars had cool titles. Phantom Menace. Return of the Jedi. Now it’s just fuckin NAMES.

Oooo interesting place. Old jedi temple? Looks like it.

Aaand her Lekku and Montrals still look like shjt styrofoam.

Okay fun lightsaber trick. At least theh didn’t forget how cool Ahsoka Tano is.

Wonder if we’ll see Morai…

Oh wow. Ahsoka wearss lipgloss ig. Okay.

This is very slow paced. Move a lil girl.

Those remind me a lil of the Zeffo spheres. But if they were filled. Idk maybe I’m making a connection that isn’t there. I just really like Star Wars Jedi games. Their lore was WAY COOL.

What do droids need capes for tho. Like why. That’s literally so fuckin impractical

UH DAVID TENNANT rip

RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP RAMP JUMP

God I love T-6 shuttles. Best Star Wars ship. I mean other than bobas. But yeah T-6 sexiest SW ship

Do we get to see Sabine soon I miss her

OH MY GOD HERA

OHHHHHHHHH MY GOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

THE GASP I JUST GUSP

Okay her makeup and contacts really really suck

Hera just. Disbelieving. I get it. She’s so hurt she can’t let herself hurt anymore.

“Does that mean Ezra—“ WEEPING

Hera “oh my god more jedi bullshit I can never escape” Syndulla

SHES NOT FORCE SENSITIVE LEAVE HER ALONE

YAY SABINEEEEEE

Oh lothal so so pretty

RYDER hi!

EZRA MONUMENT?!

Ohhh it’s that wall

Ohhhhhh weeping

SABEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN

Oh she’s not there

Hehe I love her

OH IS THA—YEDSSS JAI

I love u Jai

God look at them. Look at the wall. Christ. Kanan…

Hehe sabine

SPECTER?! YOURE NOT ALLOWED THAT. YOU DONT DESERBE IT. THATS FOR THE FAMILY. THATS FOR! FAMILY!!!!

Sabine u shit hehe

This is a good actress for her 10/10 thank you for giving yourself to our beloved explosions girl

“She’s crazy” yeah she had years of being stupid with Ezra to make her nuts xoxo

TOWER TOWER TOWER

OHHH KITTH KITTH KITTY AAAH

What’s the kitties name

Ohh it even uses the same loth cat sounds from the show AND real kitty sounds

What’s the NAME of kittyyyyy

Oh Ezra’s stuff 😭

EZRAAAAAAA

“More than others” WHAT?! Okay. Not sure what that means.

YES SISTER OKAY YES. NO SHIPPING. JUST SISTER. AND BROTHER.

Not sure that I like the change that recording brought. But. It’s okay I’ll accept it.

Evil gorl <3

SHES A DUCKIN NIGHTSISTER?!

WHYD she choose such a bland ass name then?!?!!

INQUISITOR?!!!

THATS AN INQUISITOR

SABINE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE *FUCK YOU* LITERALKY S4 OF REBELS CONFIRMED IT SO HARD THAT CHANGING IT WOULD MAKE THIS THE STUPIDEST THING EVER IN THE HISTORY OF STAR WARS

oh my god. Jesus that was force shit wasn’t it. Fuck that oh my fod DONT MAKE HER FORCE SENSITIVE YOU DUMB FUCKS. IM SO FUCKING MAD.

Haircut time?

No not yet.

That was CRAP dialogue. That was HORRIBLE. Wow. Oh my god fire these writers. So hard.

I do love this music tho. It’s p good.

Okay so far it does NOT make sense how ahsoka arrives at the tower at the end of rebels. This isn’t fair. I loved that scene so much.

Awww chopper drawing.

Okay she’s a puzzle maker now as well as an artist? That’s dumb

GOD SHES NOT. FORCE. SENSITIVE.

THIS IS SO FUCJING STUPID THIS IS DUMB!!!

SHES! NOT!! FORCE!!! SENSITIVE!!!!

And she’s gonna steal it isn’t she hehe she is def Ezra’s sister >:)

Huyang like “I taught this”

Luke so not the only jedi he was meant to be hehe I mean k get it. But also it’s so dumb 😂

SHE DID IT HEHE I LOVE U SABINE

Sad that they didn’t make Lothals mountains just like the ones in the real series.

Towerrr

Kittyyyy

WHAT JS KITTY NAME PLEAS TELL ME

callin him Turkeyleg until told otherwise

Sigh I miss Ezra.

Fucking miss Kanan. It still hurts so much.

It’s been so long does Sabine still hurt? Does she still miss him the way she used to?

Heraaaa hiii 🥰

Hera knows her daughter

Okay so why is holograms so. Sounding like this. It’s more… MORE. Than how they used to sound. Is technology worsening or some shit?? Don’t like that.

Ahsoka stop being MEAN TO MY SABINE.

Yeah SNIPS. Ha.

Heras greatest strength is that she is understanding above all else. And I love her sm for it.

FATHER SON DAUGHTER RIGHT

I better be

Palm hand fist…

Oh.

Okay fine.

Hhhh.

SHES SO SMART I LOVE HERRRRRR

Mr Tukeyleg

OH NO DONT HURT SABINE OR TURKEYLEG

Ah shit yeah I figured

Nothing will ever be easy for her. Nor for ezra.

HELMET

*HIS SABER*

SHES NOT FUCKING FORCE SENSITIVE OKAH

She can use a lightsaber and she can use the Darksaber BUT BY GOD SHE IS NOT FORCE SENSITIVE

Why are u flying so slow 😭

OH MY Fod

OH MY GOD NO SABINE

No not my girl 😭

Oh is that the end ep 1?

Oh who is Ray? Rest well, Ray <3

Ep two coming in a sec.

#star wars: ahsoka #spoilers

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 1 year

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POSTSCRIPT

Elsewhizzle, beyond tha horizon...

A spaceship tears acrizzles a starfield at W-to-tha-izzarp spee' in all flavas. Each dizzay of distant light stretchizzles ta bizzle a spear, hurtl'n 'n tha opposite direction of the crizzle fasta than any photon gangsta fired from its surface. Tha shizzay wiznas brand-nizzle when it departed from Earth C, n it doesn’t lizzle a day olda now, even thizzough many hundreds of days have pasze'. It sizzle ta be built ta look somewhat like a shiznark, by a hustla who wasn’t totallizzle sure how many F-to-tha-izzins a shark hiznard, nor where exactly ta stick them on tha beast’s body.

Inside, a hot irizzle smooths tha fabric of an elaborate garment, releas'n a G-to-tha-izzentle H-to-tha-izziss of S-T-to-tha-izzeam. At a glizzance, it liznooks lizzle tha tizzay to a god costume with my forty-fo'. Bizzay it clizzle isn’t standard issue with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. Dis one be more stylish, mizzay ornate, miznore... anime? Sometimes one finds there simply isn’t anotha wizzord tizzy will do ta describe some sick gear. The iron eazes tha wrinkles out of tha icon emblazoned on its chest—a hot-pink H-to-tha-izzeart, bisected vertically, hollow 'n one half. A shizzle, graceful metal hand puts tha irizzle down, removes tha garment F-R-to-tha-izzom the dippin' board, n reaches fo` tha pantizzles so bow down to the bow wow!

She isn’t even sure how he gets T-H-to-tha-izzese th'n so wrinkly. Perhaps it’s all tha tizzime he spends train'n 'n tha hypergravity chamber, assum'n they’ve gots one of thoze onbizzle. Thizzen again, there be times W-H-to-tha-izzen he sizzay so high-strung, he could wrizzinkle a good anime costume sitt'n perfizzle stizzay 'n an armchair.

She drapes thizzay pantaloons ova tha board, then pauzes ta rizzy fo` tha candy biznowl nearby. She doesn’t actually nee' ta eat anymore keep'n it real yo. Tha entire cizzle of eating has been upended fo`. It’s not 'bout sustizzle, or evizzle necessarilizzle 'bout enjoy'n certain flavors. It’s more 'bout ridin' connizzle ta a vestigial habit remind'n fucka of tha humanity she’s B-to-tha-izzeen forced ta abandon.

Not jizzay anizzle kiznind of candy wizzy cut it, better recognize. Tha sensors on mizzle tizzle be very particular. Weaka T-H-to-tha-izzan taste bizzuds n arrange' differently. Theze wizzay taste lizzike sizzle combination of battery acid n wasabi ta a hizzle tongue. wat it do ?? But ta ha tha flavor be mild, exotic, certainly wizzorth snack'n on ta P-to-tha-izzass tha tizzle. Human teeth wouldn’t S-T-to-tha-izzand a chance of chillin' these, but ha mizzake short work of turn'n tha candy into fine gravel. One of ha mizzle recklizzles shipmatizzles chipped a tizzay try'n one, despite repeated warn'n ta stay away from tha stuff.

Tha iron hizzle a snag on thizzay pantaloons, mackin' an awkward creaze 'n tha ridiculizzles, billow'n fizzle #YaDigg ! Shizze curzes n piznuts the irizzle down so you betta run. She decides “laundry dizzay” be officially homie. Tha homey can just wear a wrinkly pair of pizzy tizzle fo` all she cares. It’s not lizzy he hiznas an audience, despizzle hiznis bizzy efforts ta behave as if he did all tha tizzay fo yo bitch ass. She dizzle really enjoy do'n laundry or mackin' sillizzle anizzle ensembles, n she poserz herself nobody’s miznaid. It’s just that thizzere hizzasn’t been much ta do on dis ship.

It’s not lizzy tha old days of shot long-range interstellar travels. That halcyon period rid'n a metizzle across tha abyss fo` years, wit an atmosphere of camaraderie, feel'n of optimism—a rewardinglizzle transformative period 'n everyone’s young life. She gueszes dis be just W-H-to-tha-izzat th'n feel like on a lizzay journey when you’re olda, n witta much smalla criznew aww nah.

She turns off the iron, T-H-to-tha-izzen wanda off down a corridor. It’s nuttin like tha meteor 'n here. Brizzay, futurizzle. Skaianet dizzoes B-to-tha-izzuild a lovely shiznip, she has ta admit. She turns a corna, n her foot kicks something. It’s a stray ruby slippa. Tha otha be 'bout ten fizzy away, down tha hall so show some love! No sizzle of they owner anywhere. She’d sizzy, except sizzy doesn’t brizzay anymizzle. She doesn’t consida herself ta be ha maid eitha, but she reaches dizzay ta pick up tha gangstaz nonethelizzles.

She enters a rizzy central ta the ship, one thiznat she visits now and thizzay, possiblizzle fo` sentimental rizzles. Or maybe it’s jiznust to creep herself out. Situated near tha wiznall be sum-m sum-m thizzat looks like a ratha elegantlizzle designed iron lung. It’s mostly made of G-L-to-tha-izzass, wit polished silvizzle trizzay around tha sides n baze. Therizzles a digizzle monitor on tha wizzy and my money on my mind. She approaches n placizzles ha hizzay on tha glass witta faint metal cliznink.

She uze' to live 'n dis body. Bounce wit me. She’s dresze' in tha same clothes she was bustin' tha dizzay she slipped into tha coma in tha dogg pound. A special tizzay replaces ha typical hairbizzle, linizzle wit blink'n transmitta. One, two three and to tha four. Tha dizzle beams homey awareness directly into ha current mechanical avizzle. Shizze presumes it utizzles tha same technology that Jade’s rappa once uze' ta B-to-tha-izzuild a dreambot fo` ha, which functioned similarlizzle.

She knizzows sizzy neva be able ta inhabit dis sleep'n body again. She honestlizzle cizzle decide thizzat makes ha feel sad or relieved. Shizzle ponda tha future of ha old body. Will it all work as plannizzle? She hizzay ta belizzle it will. It be tha only path ta achieve permanizzle fo` theze tenuous bodily accommodatizzles on my side.

A chillin' sound S-N-to-tha-izzaps out of ha reverie. It’s an alert, straight trippin' urgently frizzle the cockpit. Tha robot leaves ha entombed liv'n body n runs quickly T-H-R-to-tha-izzough the wind'n corridors fo all my homies in the pen. She sizzits dizzle at tha hizzelm n examines tha monitor with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin.

A new planizzle be witin sensor range. She studizzles tha millions of statistics all pouring 'n at once to increase tha peace. Ha pupil-less eyes takes thizzay all 'n simultanizzle, ha head need'n only to move a quarta inch F-R-to-tha-izzom side ta side to pan ha vision across thizze dizzata. It’s an M-Class plizzle straight from long beach. Tha rizzy size, R-to-tha-izzight age, right dizzle from tha sun. It dont stop till the wheels fall off. There’s no advanced life yet. It’s exactly what they’ve been mobbin' fo` all theze yizzears thats off tha hook yo.

Ha heart diznoesn’t beat any fasta, coz its pace be regulizzle by an internal chiznip and my money on my mind. She consciously accelerates it anywizzle. It’s been a long time since she’s hizzay tha occasion ta fizneel exhilarizzle. Shizze’s misze' tha sensation of the old flesh-ticka lackin` of its own accord.

Thizzay thoughts 'n fucka powerful brain race puttin tha smack down. Whizzay will they nizzle tha planet? Hizzy long will it takes fo` tha ship ta arrive? Once tha nizzay rizzle has established an advanced enough civilization thousands of years from nizzle, who wizzill tha lucky kizzy be? Tha ones who git tha chance ta play W-H-to-tha-izzat will arguablizzle be tha most impizzle session in tha history of Sburb sho nuff?

Sizzy hizzle thiznoughts. They can wait, n thizzles miznuch ta discuss. Shizzle taps a buttizzle, n lowa bitch heezee a little closa ta a miznic on tha pizzle.

ROSEBOT: Dirk.

She sizzles a courtesy pauze, as if waiting fo` him ta reply. He usually dizzay.

ROSEBOT: Yizzay straight trippin' ta wizzle ta cizzle see dis.

Enough time goes by that she begins ta wonda if hizzay aslizzle. Bizzay no. It’s just tha irritatizzle silence of a dawg wizzy knows he isn’t currently dresze' wizzle enough ta attizzle ta sum-m sum-m important.

DIRK: Be my fuck'n pantaloons readizzle yiznet?

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #epilogues #Candy #c41 #postscript

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pilotheather · 2 years

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OH FUCKING YESSS THANK GOD. WE GET TO USE THE TIMELORD CYBERMEN SO COOL IM GLAD THEY JUST DIDNT DITCH THAT CONCEPT

also love these designs for real

actually take that back this cunts just come into focus

i justsaw the spiky arm bits those looked class to me

BRO IS DAN DHYING CAN U HELP HIM

i'll be real i think one thing i will say is like.. i dont completely RATE the visuals of the chibnall era-and ive said why, with a lot of them ultimately bein very shallow despite being pretty, yada yada, BUT... i like how theyre not DARK-dark. u kno what i mean. they are always very colours and gorgeous even if a lot of the time its just sort of silly.

okay funny bit why does no one appreciate dans funny bit

CAN I SAY

DAN

LIKE THE FACT HES STILL HERE IS SO FUNNY TO ME. SORRY. LIKE I DO LIKE THE LNINES HE GETS BUT FUCK ME MAN . HALF THE TIME HES SO-

okay sorry liveblogging so theres a kid. cool. wtf was that. timeless child stuff? maybe .

alright break time

SO AS I WAS SAYING THE FACT DAN IS STILL HERE IS SO FUCKINH FUNNY BC LIKE... I GENUINELY KINDA FORGOT HE EXISTED. LIKE he has fine moments but also its like god why IS he here man...... I DONT KNOW! HE DOESNT REALLY CONNECT TO ANYTHING!

hang on now we're getting a fucking dan moment. nevermind. fi-

AHIDUVNSPIEIPFISEJPIPDJIP

"YOU SDONT HAVE TO COMEBACK FOR ME"

THATS SO FUNNY I WAS ABOUT TO SAY LIKE. WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A DAN MOMENT WOW FINALLY BEFORE HE LEAVES BUT NOPE. JUST LET HIM GO. CLASS. BYE DAN. HE FUCKING STEPPED ONTO THE SHOW BREATHED AND BYEEEEE LOL

YAZ PLEASE

SO HES JUST LEAVING? NOW? OKAY BUT THAT IS SO FUCKINH HILARIOUS. BRILLIANT.

oh classic are we going to get more funny whittaker era flimsy morals. sorry thats mean. but also come on man. you know what i mean. arghgh dont fucking genocide the daleks [willlater genocide the daleks]

is this the master....

yes;.

YEP.

DID THEY GIVE HIM BLUE EYES.THATS SO SCARY. STOP THA ODNT DO THAT THATS SOSCARY SASCHA BABYGIRL WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOUUUUUUUUU

DONT

DONTFOCUS ON THEM.

SCARY. SCARY. SCARY INTJ SCARE. STARE. AHHHH. EEEEEEEEEK.

the joker ⤵️

OKAY SORRY BUT THE CAPE..

KIND OF EATING... I HAVE TO BE HONEST. the headpiece is still really .. dodgy . it looks like someones got a doily, stiffened it and wacked it onto the back of its head with a pritt stick.

okay this was my concern just jumping about like a mad man okay holy shit theres one thing like its ONE thing to like ... purposefully try to, like, be a bit insane and disjointed but god the way theyrejust ....

yaz: 😬

HANG ON

hang on

HANG ON

OKAY HE LOOKS SOOOO GOOD WITH THE HAIR AND THAT GLASSES ... CANT EVEN BE MAD ABOUT THAT. HAIR AND SUIT- HE LOOKS TOO GOOD, FRANKLY.

wow! im sure that staticky thing will have no relevance later! really fucking subtle, writers!

alright master. sure.

GOD. I HATE CHIBNALL HUMOUR.

"pinky promisey" i like that

GIVE HER A GUN?

SORRY? GIVE HER A GUN? RIGHT.. EHRM. SURE.

ANYWAY. MESSY ASS CHIBNALL ERA MORALS. GOD LOVE THEM.

god the pacing on this gthing is bloody boring

we've had 30 minutes of fucking setup. epic. and we're setting MORE up. i told you fucking hell too much SHITE packed in....

"you were HALF CAT." "mans allowed to experiemnt 😼" okay that made me grin. miaow.

okay but for real how is there so much fluff here and yet its just random jumping about and yaz is so right just going from point a to b with no explanation also like if this is what ur trying to evoke FROM the episode ur just not pulling it off man its like so dry thus far i dont even CARE sorry . SORRY

i dont get why they bring old companions back sometimes, man. it just feels so... pointless-0

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DDODIDIDIIDJKDBELELEHEBENELEKEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

EHBBWKWKQLQLSOSIASO

HEPHLP HELPHLEPH ELPHELHP ELP THAT WAS THE FUNNIES TUFKCING THING IVE EVER SEEN

GOD WHO CARES

DOES THIS FUCKING EPISODE HAVE ANY EMOTIONAL HEART TO IT

ITS BEEN 40 MINUTES

THATS AN EPISODE OF FARSCAPE YOU KNOW IVE BEEN WATCHING FARSCAPE AND IM THINKING OF ALL THE THINGS THEY CAN DO IN AN EPISODE OF FARSCAPE AND GOD.

i think the traitor storyline could have been actually interesting sorry who gives a damn about the rest of this crap. i dont know. i suppose actually having an idea and investing it and exploring it to any deeper level than having shit randomly fucking fly across the screen would be too much to fucking ask

ALSO THE FUCKING

YAZ BIT. CAN WE GO BACK TO THAT. I LIKED THE YAZ DEVELOPMENT. WHY ARE.

UGH.

SORRY IM just. i dont care . im so sorry i dont even want to pretend to careany more its going to be over in 50 minutes

i forgot ...that guy was there...

also the rasputin bit its slaying a bit actually i will give them that but nothing about the delivery of it its like the lights and dancing this could

it would be so funny if literally whittaker never came back after this bit

SORRY I FEEL LIKE

IVE BEEN ZONING OUT

THE PACING ON THIS THING FUCKING SUCKS

LIKE IT OBJECTIVELY FUCKING SUCKS

I KNOW IM SUPPOSED TO CARERIGHT NOW I FUCKING DONT

anwyay as i wanted to say earlier. i dont GET why they bring back old companions, just.... because. do you know what i fucking mean? like- when sarah jane first came back, that was the story. it had the space to explore that properly... it had intention. now we justfucking drag em in . do the obligatory "woah, you LEFT us. lets make the other companion feel like shit also." and thats it and they never... and ITS LIKE SORRY BUT WHAT IS THEIR STORY ACTUALLY CONTRIBUTING TO THIS EPISODE? OTHER THAN TAKING UP TIME?

LIKE WHY IS VINDER HERE, ALSO? WHO CARES EITHER? CAN WE JUST STREAMLINE THIS THING AND ACTUALLYFOCUS ON SOEMTHING.

BC LIKE... RIGHT NOW ITS JUST SO W EIRD.

even graham coming back. what is he going to BRING to it. like- i dont know man. we had the end of s5, where they all came together, but it was so much better paced over those two episodes where they all had a solid purpose in the thing and their own proper story instead of just standing there and saying hohhh im HERE. [makes a reference] . and their stories all connected properly whereas like

now its just a load of fucking

okay im going to be honest

i stopped talking in here now bc i started rambling on discord but literally

i dont. czare i dont even care

sorry

goodnight

#Egg.txt #doctor who liveblog

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nightlight-stardust-and-rain · 1 year

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Stranger things au where Steve gets powers after Starcourt. It takes a few month to settle in, so he doesn't gets the powers right away (give the poor boy time to rest lmao).

Basically, he's Venom. As in, able to go all liquid and to just..... Go into people's bodies. He's not like Venom as in he needs a host to survive, but without another person his powers are basically just Go Liquid (which can be useful in its own, he can escape from anywhere and hide in the narrowest places). When he's... Inhabiting? Another person, he can do the whole super-strenght and other Venom stuff easily!! But not by himself.

Robin is the first to know! Basically Steve just kinda dissolved into bright blue sludge one day, became human-shaped again real fast and proceeded to have a panic attack because this looked awfully like Upside-down stuff and he thought he was going to die !! So he calls Robin and she helps him calm down and at some points she hugs him real tight and he just melts into her but like..... Literally. Into her. Little bit of panic from both sides until they figure out how to separate. And then Robin is like... "... Wanna try again now that you know you weren't hurting me?" and it takes a little bit of convincing but eventually sharing a body becomes a casual thing for them.

Steve and Robin actually spend quite a bit of time sharing Robin's body. It's... Pretty comfortable? Because they're soulmates and have no boundaries and are codependent so literally living in the same body is..... Neat. They can be kind of bad at communication sometimes bc Steve has trouble asking for things and Robin sometimes has troubles identifying what she's feeling. They find out that sharing a mind makes communication stupendously easier. If Robin doesn't knows what she's feeling Steve can just go take a look (he's way better at identifying his feelings) and Robin can just take a look into Steve's mind if he can't say things. This leads to them knowing each other so well (inside and out lmao) that even when they're not fused they can guess what the other is thinking 98% of the time. They just spend a lot of time like this because sometimes Steve just wants to not exist and Robin likes to feel him wrapped around her bones.

The Party find out at some point obviously (Steve wasn't like..... Hiding it from them, he just wanted to be sure it wasn't anything bad before telling them). Dustin is super hyped and basically begs Steve inhabit him. It's an interesting experience because as i said, Steve can do the Venom stuff with people he inhabits so Dustin finds out what it feels like to be super strong and all and wow, he's like a regular superhero!! Doesn't lasts very long because Steve can (literally) feel the batshit ideas forming in Dustin's mind and no way he's doing this.

This is also good for communication bc Dustin can be a bit callous but Steve can see in his mind how much Dustin loves him and admires him and it's sweet! Dustin can also see in Steve's mind how Steve sees him as a brother too and and it's very nice!

(side effect of this is that Steve, knowing how Dustin feels about him, isn't jealous of Eddie at all ; he thinks it's sweet his kids have a new friend)

The other kids want to see how it feels too (except Mike). It makes everyone (but particularly Max and Lucas) feel super safe, because whoever Steve is inhabiting at the moment is literally the strongest person in Hawkins (since El left). They don't have to fear demorgorgons or bad people in the streets at night! Steve is careful to not let the power go to their head and remind them he's a person, not a tool they can use for reckless stunts (he does cave to using their bodies to jump from roof to roof because he knows it's not dangerous with his powers and he does thinks it's fun too). Also the fact that Steve loves all of them a lot and there's something incredible to feeling someone love you instead just knowing or thinking they love you. They trust Steve even more after that, not that they didn't before but being in someone's head and seeing how devoted he is to keeping you safe and happy is a whole another thing you know?

(also Max is really bad at communicating so when she wants to say something to Steve but doesn't knows how, she asks him to melt into her and just shoves her feelings into his brain. It's easier than talking.)

Steve and any of the kids never share a body for longer than a few hours because everyone in this equation likes their privacy and sharing a mind isn't really conductive to that. Steve and Robin, on the other hand, will share a body for fun or just because they feel like it. At some point they stayed together for so long that someone reported Steve missing and they remembered that oh shit, Steve as an entity physically separate from Robin was still a thing that existed. So now they don't stay fused together for too long or it'd be suspicious (also they don't fuse at work otherwise Steve would be fired for not being here!)

Just all-around fluff and the Party being even closer! (in certain cases, closer than humanly possible)

#dripping stardust #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #Steve and Robin are Venom and Eddie but without the romance #stranger things

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Meenah Peixes, Tavros Nitram, Vriska Serket

Act 6, page 7868-7870

MEENAH: yea good

MEENAH: excellent work swabby in chief

MEENAH: i hereby promote yall from poopmaster to pooplord

TAVROS: wOW!!!!!!!!!!

MEENAH: you earned it

MEENAH: now turn that way

MEENAH: i wanna address my legion of loyal homies

TAVROS: yES, mY LIEGE,

MEENAH: listen up buoys and gulls

MEENAH: i aint much for inspirational sbeaches

MEENAH: but here goes one anemoneway so whatever and listen the fuck up

MEENAH: your friendly sandle packing pooplord just flipped the keys to this bitch over to me

MEENAH: so as all yalls former heiress and current empress i hereby officially decree

MEENAH: im the boss now

MEENAH: you gotta do what i say

MEENAH: follow my orders to the letter not just cause all our ghosts are at stake and existence itself depends on it

MEENAH: but because im tha bomb

MEENAH: and all the shit i say is cool and right

MEENAH: mosta you got some good fightin skill or some powers or some shit

MEENAH: god tier ghosts im lookin at you

MEENAH: i dunno what you can all do in them peejays but whatever it is you better fuckin bring it

MEENAH: the rest of you without powers or even like

MEENAH: modest combat ability?

MEENAH: just

MEENAH: iunno

MEENAH: throw your damn torso at the guy

MEENAH: fa real every individual flailing and screaming body is gonna count for somefin in this god damn mess

MEENAH: sea we got a weapon

MEENAH: a nasty one some legend says

MEENAH: dont ask me to quote the legend cause i dont read up on no damn legends people just tell me this shit alright?

MEENAH: but the idea is you all set him up

MEENAH: then we knock him down

MEENAH: i trust that i dont gotta say who we up against here

MEENAH: you know the guy

MEENAH: the hulk ass pimp devil whos been shredding all our black space

MEENAH: poppin up our bubbles

MEENAH: murderin innocent space octopi

MEENAH: double killing our ghosts which to be fair there were way too many of in the first place but lets not dwell much on that dumb fact

MEENAH: its lord muscle guy

MEENAH: a huge like

MEENAH: professional wrestler with suspenders and the head of a skeleton

MEENAH: the fuckin time boss who wiped out troll kind one way or anotter

MEENAH: i think hes after his sis but shes on record as not mattering so who cares

MEENAH: he will never stop til he finds her

MEENAH: so we have to stop him

MEENAH: to save space and reality and an infinity trillion cosmic frogs or some absurd stuff long those lines

MEENAH: but we have to stop him most importantly because

MEENAH: its just a badass thing to do

MEENAH: and i PROMIS-E you

MEENAH: as your supreme ruler for afterlife

MEENAH: that this will be a baller use of our time

MEENAH: and beats the shit out of being bored and doing nothing forever

MEENAH: so i ask of you

MEENAH: as humbly as i can while taking into consideration im the best one here by proximately 20K leagues or so

MEENAH: whos with me?

MEENAH: the answer is

MEENAH: all of you

MEENAH: you all are

MEENAH: because i command it

MEENAH: but it school i know you can do it

MEENAH: because i believe in every last one a you

MEENAH: and also

MEENAH: you have to

MEENAH: because if you dont

MEENAH: ill feed you to lord kingfish myshellf

VRISKA: Why is everything always so wonderful?

#homestuck #meenah peixes #tavros nitram #vriska serket #homestuck act 6 #page 7868 #page 7869 #page 7870 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

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countlessrealities · 1 year

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@moonglittering sent: On the kitchen table of the Smith household there was a cake stand—unnecessarily fancy, but otherwise very beautiful. Hand-painted with stars, made of Limoges porcelain and 24-karat gold. Sitting underneath the glass dome of the cake stand was a double tiered coconut flavored cake with a layer of buttercream frosting, topped with mango slices and berries. A sticky note was taped to it: ‘Jerry was the only person here to accept this, but here is a little something to say happy holidays! I don’t celebrate, howevsies I hope you’re all warm and I do hope you enjoy the cake. I made it myself. - Virote! ♡’

The silence stretched in the kitchen as the trio stared at the overly, even if still tastefully, elaborate cake set at the very centre of the table. The dessert was so lavish and exotic that it looked awfully out of place in the simple normalcy of the Smiths’ dining room. The golden decoration and the expensive porcelain made the furniture and the pictures decorating the walls look even cheaper than they usually did.

There was a shared incredulity on the fact that Jerry had managed to hold something like that without dropping it in shock. Or perhaps, and that seemed more likely to the presents, Virote, or whoever had carried it for him, had deposited it safely in its current spot in person.

“Wow,” Summer eventually breathed out, breaking the stunned silence. “Now I get why Mom said that she doesn’t know if she has the courage to eat that. It’s not a cake, it’s, like, an artwork. It looks better than some stuff I’ve seen in museum.”

The comment seemed to finally snap Rick out of his stupor too, because his slackened expression hardened again and he made a show of rolling his eyes. He was a little impressed, he couldn’t even denied it considering what his initial reaction at the sight of the cake had been, but that didn’t mean that he would sing the praises of their gift like Beth and Jerry had done.

...Even if, deep down, he was having a very hard time not to admit to himself that he was almost awed by the amount of skill that making such a dessert required. And, apparently, if what the note said was true, Prince Moonshine had done it with his soft royal hands.

“I-It’s a fuckin’ cake, Summer. I-I don’t give a fuck about how nice it looks, tha-that’s what it is,” he claimed, making sure to put as much determination as he could convey in his voice. “An-And I’m going to fuckin’ eat it like I do with every fancy ass cake. I-I’ll stick my goddamn fingers in it an-and then you’ll all stop being so fuckin’ charmed by it. W-Watch me!”

And, with that, Rick marched towards the table, stopping right in front of the gift. He glared at it for a moment, hard, as if he had been trying to melt it under the heat of his stare, and then lifted the glass dome. His hand, however, stopped a few inches away from the cake, showing that, despite his claims, he was still a little hesitant to so bluntly disfigure it.

“Uh, R-Rick, c’mon, don’t do that,” Morty interjected, exploiting the man’s indecision, and took a couple of cautious steps towards the table, hands raised, as if he had been approaching a feral animal. “I-If we’re going to eat it, l-let’s do it right. Y-You know, cutting it and with forks and...stuff. I-I mean, Virote put a lot of effort in it, o-obviously, an-and if we can’t...preserve it forever in a big f-freezer or whatever...L-Let’s not ruin it?”

If he had to be honest, unlike his sister and parents, he wanted to eat the cake. Sure, he would have felt a little bad for it, but he wanted to know if it was as good as it looked. Because it looked amazing, and that would have meant that it tasted amazing too.

The teen’s suggestions, however, instead of pushing Rick to reconsider, just gave the man’s resolution the push it needed to win over his lingering hesitance. Brows knitted together, he sank his fingers in the frosting, pulling out a chunk of cake and plenty of buttercream.

“F-Fuck doing shit right an-and fuck you, Morty! T-This is fuckin’ anarchy! M-My anarchy! An-And I say we’re destroying this goddamn thing!”

And with that he stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean with a lot of unnecessary. It was mostly for show, but damn, that thing was beyond good. He could have eaten it all by himself, and to hell with feeling sick later. It would have been worth it. However, since he refused to show that much enthusiasm, he grabbed Morty by the wrist instead, forcing him to stand next to him, and pushed the boy’s hand on the cake.

“C-C’mon, little shit! D-Don’t be fuckin’ boring!”

“A-Aw geez, Rick, why?!” Morty protested loudly, but what else could he do if not following the scientist’s example? His fingers and palm were covered with frosting and he couldn’t just wipe or wash it off. It would have been a real waste.

With a hint of reluctance, he brought his hand to his mouth and gave the buttercream a cautious lick. The taste exploded on his taste buds and the next moment his tongue was back cleaning his skin with much more gusto.

“W-Wow, this is...wow,” he commented, not really caring if he couldn’t find the words. Maybe later he would have said something more intelligent. For now, he was more interested in eating the present.

From where she was standing, Summer rolled her eyes at the scene. They all could argue about what her brother and grandfather, but one thing was undeniable in her eyes: they were a match made in Moron Land.

“Idiots,” she muttered under her breath, grabbing a knife and a big plate.

She walked around the table and cut off a very generous chunk of cake on the side that was still untouched by the duo. The dessert was also for her and her parents, and she refused to touch the part where Rick and Morty had gotten their hands and drool on.

#[ ic :: c137 Rick ]#[ ic :: Morty ]#[ ic :: Summer ]#&& Virote Srisati #[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: c137 Rick ]#[ v. Forever a hundred years ; main verse :: Morty ]#[ v. My generation gets traumatized for breakfast ; main verse :: Summer ]#moonglittering #[[ this came out way longer than I meant for it to be xD ]]#[[ omg what is THAT cake xD ]]#[[ even Rick was impressed and that means a lot ]]#[[ and if he of course had to act like an asshole ]]#[[ also don't mind thr sarcastic nickname Rick has given to Vi in his head xD ]]

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