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wedontdeservethestars · 3 months

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What about Johnny Cage x Ada Wong type of reader?

Oohh this is a cool concept!! I kind of took her mercenary work and general stoicism into account here, it turned into an enemies to lovers type deal (which. FAVORITE trope. God.)

Content: gn!reader, mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, enemies to lovers

(Link to AO3 version here!)

How your phone number kept getting leaked, you had no idea. You changed it frequently enough that you rarely had constants in your life when it came to other people. Going into it, you knew that mercenary work didn’t allow for the most sociable life. But that was fine. You were a loner. You thrived on your own, and you liked it that way. It was much easier to watch your back when there weren’t loved ones standing behind you.

But here you were, staring at your fifth burner phone of the year, with a notification from a number that read as unknown but you had memorized by now. You didn’t even need a name to put to the text. It was too obvious: the all-lowercase, horrendous grammar, and overuse of the sunglasses emoji were enough of a calling card.

Johnny Cage.

Asking for a date.

Again.

You and Johnny had the unfortunate circumstance of meeting about a year or two ago when you were both unexpectedly wrapped up in saving Earthrealm. You saw him as a nuisance, someone who couldn’t take anything seriously even when lives were on the line. The more annoying part was that you were proven correct too many times over the course of those several days together. And yet, Johnny hung around you like a lost puppy, constantly trying to impress you with jokes or feats of strength or his fabulous wealth at home. None of it interested you. It only made him try harder.

Then, the aforementioned texts started to roll in when you two were physically apart. That plus the constant movie trailers and advertisements with his face plastered all over them made you sick to your stomach. As an overplayed TV commercial for an action figure based on his likeness cruelly reminded you at least once a day: “You can’t escape the Cage!”

And yet, though the easy option to block him remained in the back of your mind, you never did. You found it much more cathartic to answer with a sarcastic comment or an insult, even though you knew all it did was throw fuel on the fire.

[heyyy their dollface😘😎😎😎]

[What do you want this time, Cage.] After you sent the message, you sighed and set your phone down on the table. You stretched in your living room, taking in the muffled silence of the city, punctuated by voices through the walls of your apartment and engines on the streets below. Your phone’s buzz added to the mix. You groaned, as if you had expecting anything else but for him to answer right away.

[welllll im in town]

[ur town]

[like right now]

[drinks?😎]

Your brow furrowed. You tried to recall when you told him where you were staying, but it occurred to you that if Johnny could track your cell phones, he was probably paying some dick to give out information on your whereabouts, too.

[How stalkerish of you. Charming.]

[nahhh nah not stalkerish!!]

[just wanna see u again. too much to ask?]

[Pretty much, yeah.]

[cmon. pls? ill pay!]

You gave a strenuous sigh and looked around at the rest of your apartment. It was silent, mostly bare. You had never bothered to decorate. For once, and only for a moment, the usually comforting depersonalization of it all felt lonely. You weighed your options. At least if you went out, it would be something different. You hadn’t gotten a hit in weeks and the static nature of sitting at home and going out only for groceries was taking its toll. Already regretting it before you pressed a single key on the screen, you answered.

[Fine. Where?]

[noonans bar?]

[How do you even know about that place?]

[not my first time around the block, sweetie. filmed once or twice here before n found out pretty quick where the best drinks were]

[For once, you’re not wrong. I’ll be there at 8. If you’re even 10 minutes late I’m leaving.]

[u drive a hard bargain. luv it😘 ill see u soon!]

[You’re so annoying.]

[😎]

The local bar was, as usual, loud and full of too many people. It made you nervous to be around so many at once. The only saving graces were the fact that you were able to snag a booth in the corner, where no one could sneak up on you, and the drinks. Johnny was, unfortunately, right for once. They really were the best in the city.

You were already sipping on a Rum and Coke, something light that gave you enough buzz so that you weren’t completely miserable but kept you sober enough to stay alert. Not that you were expecting a fight or anything, but it was a habit you’d gotten too used to. Years in your profession had made you strong and confident in your abilities, but had also made you quite antisocial. It was already hard to trust strangers when you were younger and inexperienced. Now, it was nearly impossible.

And then, of course, was Johnny. You watched as he entered the bar, already grinning like an idiot and giving quick greetings to anyone he passed. He even scrawled a few autographs on some napkins to excited patrons as he made his way over to you. That was something else that you hated about Johnny. Just the act of being seen with him immediately called attention to yourself. Usually, that was something you couldn’t afford. But you had already agreed to this whole thing, and now he was sitting across from you in the booth, no doubt drawing stares and chatter from some of the people around you.

Johnny ignored them all in favor of you, though. He took off his sunglasses (because of course he still wore them at night) and flashed you a grin.

“Wow. Hi. You look great.”

“Johnny,” you mumbled in acknowledgement. You lifted your glass and took a long sip before continuing. “Started a tab already.”

“Right on,” he nodded, unbothered by your flippancy. His eyes flicked down to your glass. “Can I have a taste?”

“Do you even know what it is?” you asked, but you decided you could part with a sip and held it towards him.

“Nope.” Johnny grinned and tried some of it. When he pulled away, he seemed surprised. “What, are you a lightweight?”

You scoffed. “Hardly. I just don’t wanna get wasted and have to rely on you to drag me home.”

“Suuure.” You reached for the glass, but Johnny managed in one last sip before handing it over again. “Heh. It’s like we just kissed.”

“How old are you?” you grumbled. “Twelve?”

“Only in dog years.”

Before you could point out the inaccuracies of that analogy, Johnny was already talking again.

“Noticed you got all dressed up for me.”

You looked down at your jacket, hoodie, and jeans. Your sense of style wasn’t anything to gawk at. That was the point. When you met Johnny’s eyes again, you saw that his face was riddled with sarcasm.

“You should feel lucky I even agreed to all this.” You folded your arms. “I should just get up and go home now, in fact.”

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, doll,” he chuckled. “No hard feelings. I promise. I’m just givin’ you a hard time is all.”

“I’ll show you a hard time,” you muttered as he stood to order a drink.

“I heard that!” he laughed over his shoulder. You glared at him as he leaned against the counter, joking with the bartender about something or other. His laugh annoyed you. His hair annoyed you. His brash sense of style annoyed you. His ass annoyed you, too. Stop staring at his ass. You almost decided to get up and leave while he was distracted, but even if it was Johnny, you couldn’t bring yourself to be that mean. After all, you had agreed to this. Might as well see it through.

“So?” Johnny asked when he came back with a tall mug of a draft beer. He’d gotten you one, too. You weren’t much for beer, but hey: he was paying. “What’ve you been up to? Been a while since I’ve seen ya.”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

Johnny laughed. It wasn’t a joke.

“Alright, alright. We can just talk about me if you want. Trust me–no issues with that.” He gave you a wink that made you sick to your stomach. Then, he started on a tangent about all the movie work he’d done over the past couple of years. You’d heard of most of the projects from ads, but you let him talk anyways, half-hoping he’d run out of steam eventually. You drank your beer, not relishing in the taste but certainly relishing in the way it made you a little less agitated. Soon, Johnny’s words weren’t even entirely annoying. Sometimes they were even interesting. Not enough to ask any questions about the ins and outs of a Hollywood stunt star, but you were no longer pouting into your glass.

Johnny kept talking. You kept drinking. And then, the inevitable happened. You were drunk. You could tell because the small part of you that was still aware of the world in a more sober-fashion knew he was still talking, but you couldn’t for the life of you actually focus on what he was saying. You’d pick up a sentence or two and then immediately forget about it. You were too distracted by the little details: the way he wet his pink lips after a sip of beer, the warm color of his eyes, his strangely pretty and probably–no, definitely manicured nails. Johnny was a looker. You weren’t one to deny it, but you weren’t happy about it either. In fact, the more you thought about it, the more you looped back around to being irritated with him. How come he had to make you feel this way? You, out of all people, who couldn’t afford to have close relationships? Who couldn’t even stand him in the first place, and yet hesitated to cut contact with him every time you got a text? Who thought about him late at night, alone in bed, and way more often than you wanted to admit?

It was all his fault, you decided. Of course it was. Johnny was messing you all up. You never felt like this, like a lovesick puppy. You frowned, your hazy focus settling on his mouth. You saw Johnny frown, too. It sounded like he was saying your name, and you were sure he was, but you didn’t really care. He snapped his fingers near your ear and it almost brought you back. You leaned in, raising one of your hands. You were gonna give it to him, you decided, show him what for in return for making you feel so stupid and weak and so utterly enamored. But your hand landed a lot more softly on his cheek than you initially meant it to, and instead of telling him off your lips were suddenly busy making love to his.

For once, Johnny didn’t seem to know how to respond. His usual suave self was broken. All he was able to do was sit there, frozen, eyes wide, as you finally did what you thought about doing many times before.

Once you were satisfied, you pulled away with a slow breath. Johnny was blushing. Actually blushing, and not the fake “aw, shucks” kind of blush you’d seen him pull before. This was real. You’d caught him off-guard. You’d destroyed him.

A small smirk found its way onto your lips and you distracted them by finishing off your drink. When you were done, you wiped your mouth on your sleeve and muttered, “You’re stupid.”

“What?” Johnny seemed to genuinely not have heard you, still completely lost in his own world.

“Never mind,” you sighed. “That was…ugh. Whatever. Sorry.”

“Sorry?” He looked even more surprised. “What, like you didn’t mean to kiss me?”

“No. But like–” You struggled for a moment. Now you were getting flustered. “I didn’t want to. I just–I don’t know. I don’t know. It just happened, okay?”

“It absolutely did just happen.” Johnny seemed to be falling back into his nature, now that you were, too. “D’you want it to just happen again?”

“No,” you muttered quickly. But you leaned in again, still staring at him. His hand landed on your neck. It was surprisingly warm. “Maybe.”

“That’s what I thought,” he grinned, and suddenly he was kissing you again. It felt good, but what was even worse was that it felt right. Fulfilling, almost. Like this is what had been missing in your life.

You wanted to beat yourself up just for even thinking that.

After the few sloppy kisses were over, you started packing your things. You knew that if you stayed around him any longer, you were gonna say something you regretted.

“Hey, hey, where’s the fire?” Johnny murmured, still very much in the slow romantic mood that you were desperately trying to pull yourself out of.

“I need to go,” you huffed, standing from the table. The room spun. Johnny took note of the way you wobbled and stood up beside you.

“Hey.” He steadied your shoulders and scanned your face. You furrowed your brow, trying to look intimidating. Based on his expression, it wasn’t working. “You’re drunk.”

“Nice work, genius.”

Johnny’s face slowly fell as he looked at you. A short sigh huffed from his nose. “...We wouldn’t work. Would we?”

You shrugged, both because you knew the answer and you wanted to pretend you didn’t. Johnny nodded. You had never seen him so serious before, nor so sad. It made you wanna throw up. Or maybe it was just the booze and dizziness.

“Let me at least get you home safe.” He started walking you towards the door. It was a slow process, and with his big arms wrapped around your shoulders, you were glad about that. Outside the bar, it was starting to rain, the tiny drops coming down in waves of mist. Johnny cursed under his breath and pulled your hood up for you. As he did so, you caught a glimpse of his face again, kind and doe-eyed and so goddamn sad. Your own lips tugged down in a frown. You looked away as you spoke again.

“We could try.”

“Huh?”

“We could try,” you repeated louder, trying not to stumble. You had the safety net of drink to blame all of this on if you felt differently in the morning. But somehow, you knew you wouldn’t. You could feel Johnny staring at you before the two of you started to walk down the street again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

#if anyone got the reference to noonans bar...teehee #wedontdeservethefics #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mk #anon #asks #enemies to lovers #cw: alcohol

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dothnotaskethme · 29 days

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The Break

Transmasc!VanNat x Fem!reader

DIscamlier: Can be read as romantic or platonic

Summary: It was always the three of you, until it wasn’t.

Word Count: 1981

You had grown near the trailer park. Your parents weren’t rich, but they had enough to give you a good childhood. Every birthday you got at least one of the things you wanted. You still remember the day you moved into that small house.

You were four, and it was a bright summer day when your day had pulled the U-haul into the driveway. You and your mother had driven up alone, with your father following you. Your mother had parked out in front of the house twenty minutes before your father had made it.

You had looked out over the street, seeing many other kids, some older and some younger than you. One who had stood out to you was a girl across the street, climbing the tree in her front yard. You had tried to run off to go talk to her, but your mother had stopped, saying that you had to unpack and set up your bedroom first.

It took you two full days to be able to go out and play outside. You had put your shoes on, and walked out of the house, the door slamming shut behind you as you ran out onto the grass of your front yard. Your eyes started scanning again for the young girl you saw days ago.

When you couldn’t see her you got sad, but then before your eyes you saw a flash of colour, and you yelped in surprise as a hand was jetted out in front of you, “I’m Vanessa! But most call me Van!”

You take her hand yours. You’ve never actually given anyone a handshake, and were a little confused why she gave you one. Nonetheless you gave her a smile and introduced yourself, “I’m Y/n. I just moved in.” And the rest was history. That was till two years later you and Van were at the small park in your neighborhood on the swings, just minding your own business when the both of you heard a high pitch scream and looked over to see two older boys standing over a girl.

Van was the first one up and running over, and you followed after her. You had squatted down next to the girl on the floor and poked at her arm, and she looked over to you, eyes wide. You looked to Van, to see her arguing with the two boys. She stared them dead in the eyes, and finally after what felt like minutes, which in reality was only a few seconds, the two of them scoffed and walked off.

Van joined you next to the girl, but she knelt. “I’ve never seen her before,” she whispers into your ear, and you nod in agreement. Said girl on the ground sat up, her knee was pretty banged up and she wasn’t even crying.

The girl was scrawny. Her eyes looked blank as she looked between you and Van. Her hair was an unkempt mess of brunette, falling just below her shoulders, and her two front teeth were missing.

She had thanked the two of you before she ran off, leaving you and Van in a state of confusion. Yet you and Van didn’t let it get to you and went back to the swings.

Van and you wouldn’t see the girl for weeks after. The next time the two of you did see the girl was at the start of grade 1. She was one of the only people late, and the only spot open for her to take was in the row you and Van were sitting in.

The girl was quiet. She would make snarky comments here and there to other kids, and would answer when spoken to but that was about it. Over the course of the first week you and Van got to know her a bit. You learned her name was Natalie.

By the end of that school year the three of you were as thick as thieves. Everyday the three of you were seen together. You three would constantly get in trouble, but it was fine because you guys would always have each other’s back.

The three of you were close until you all started high school. Natalie and Van were still close, they had joined the soccer team together, and you would watch each and every game they had.

By the start of your grade ten year Natalie had disappeared almost entirely from your life. She was always hanging out with Kevyn Tan. It hurt you, not being able to see her. Though you still had Van.

Van was still always there. The two of you had stuck to the same schedule of your grade 9 year. The two of you would join up after school, and walk to your house. By the time you both got to your house, the both of you set up on the couch and an hour nap, before the two of you would start on any homework you two had.

The two of you would have super with your parents and then you would say bye. It was simple but nice. It was the best part of your day, sure Nat wasn’t in on it anymore and you missed her but at least you still had Van.

You had Van around until the start of grade 11. By the second week of the first semester you noticed that you had only a bit more time with her. Every single thing out of her mouth after that week was always about this girl she had met, Taissa Turner.

You didn’t try to get her to stay. You just let it happen. You knew she would be happy and that would be enough for you.

The rest of your year wasn’t that good. You got good grades, but not much more. Most of the time you were in your room, you had read around 25 books in just that year alone.

You had been nervous the day before your last year of high school but you were also excited, you would be able to get a high education and get a high paying job. You even had picked out your outfit the night before.

The next morning was chaotic. You woke up a little later than your set alarm. Your whole morning was thrown off. Though you did make it to your car in time to get on your way to school.

By the time lunch had rolled around, you couldn’t stand school. Your locker was somehow already a mess, even though it was only the first day. You had found a note on the bottom part of your locker and picked it up.

The person who sent the letter had just put two letters down on the page, so you had no real idea of who it could have been. Nonetheless you were going to meet them behind the school today.

Lunch was the same as any other school year. It was most like last year when Van and Nat were off sitting with others. You always liked to think that just maybe one day they would come sit with you again and it would be like the old times, but it never was.

Your last two classes of the day dragged by, each passing minute had felt like hours before the last bell finally rang. You had to fight through the crowded hallway to get your bag from your locker. By the time you were making your way to the door at the back of the school the halls were less crowded.

When you had made your way to the back, there were two people who looked familiar to you. You had waited until the two had stopped talking and noticed you before you did anything else.

The two finally stopped talking and looked over to you, both had huge smiles on their faces when they saw you, “Y/n!” the one exclaimed and hugged you tight. You patted the person on the back before you pulled back.

“So you were the two that put that note in my locker?” The two nod their heads, and the shorter of the two spoke up “Yeah. You didn’t see the N and V at the end of the note? It’s Van and Nat, Y/n.”

You stood there in disbelief for a second, before you glared at the two, “So now you think it’s okay to finally talk to me? You just left me and now you come back? What did your girlfriend drop you Van? Did your burnout friend leave you Nat?”

“First of all, what the fuck?” Van says, “And second of all. Tai and I broke up on mutual terms, she has a new girlfriend.”

Nat wouldn’t even look at you, “Kevyn ran off when I told him that I’m a transmasc lesbian so…”

“We’ve only had each other. You don’t even pick up the phone when we call!” You’ve never heard Van raise her voice at you in the years of knowing her.

“Well you guys never call me!” you snap back, a look of pure anger on your face.

“What do you mean never call you? We call you every day? Your mom picks up and says you're out” Nat says, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“I hardly ever leave the house,” came your rebuttal. You rub your hand over your forehead, a look of confusion on your face.

“Okay so that means we’ve all been lied to. How about putting it to the past, yeah?” Van asks, a soft smile on her lips.

“Yeah… so what have you two been up to?”

The three of you talked until the sun had almost gone down.

“Oh yeah, Nat and I use he and him” Van had said as the three of you were on the way to your house. Nat was too busy lighting a smoke to say anything, but he did nod.

You knew it was going to be a good night, the three of you together like old times. YOu had even promised to cut their hair for them.

It was 5 pm by the time you guys got to your house and you had Van take a seat in the kitchen, as you draped a big garbage bag over top of his shoulders. You had put water in a small spray bottle and started spraying it on his hair.

You were happy to have the two back in your home. You missed it.

“Ready?” you had turned on the clippers, and Van nodded. You had already cut off a good amount of hair to begin with kitchen scissors, Nat and Van were lucky you took that hair class.

You left a bit of length on the top, back and sides of Van's head before giving him a mirror to look at. It looked good on him. You walk out of the kitchen for a second as Van looks at his hair and you come back with a thing of gel.

You put some in your hands before running your hands through his hair, styling it nicely. “Perfect. You look spiffy.” Van smiles as he stands up and pats you on the shoulder, “Thanks. I like it a lot.”

Nat was hard to work with, he didn’t know what he wanted done. He kept changing his mind, until you told him to stop thinking and you’d surprise him with something he should like.

You add more layers than you did with Vans, but still keep the hair short. You didn’t use the clippers on him, leaving a more profound shape. You fluff up his hair with your hands a bit before handing him off the mirror. He didn’t get any gel.

That night you watched two backs walk away from your house, but this time, unlike the last, you knew it wouldn’t last.

#yellowjackets x reader #van palmer #natalie scatorccio #van palmer x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader

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goingroguepod · 2 years

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Things from the second draft* of Rogue One that are worth mentioning

*for starters, Chris Weitz wrote more than one draft (just like Gary Whitta probably did) but these are some of the changes he made when he took over writing duties on Rogue One:

Everyone dies.

Literally the first thing Weitz said after reading Whitta's draft was "I think everyone needs to die", which director Gareth Edwards (and first writer Gary Whitta) wanted to do, but assumed would never be approved by Disney. But Kathleen Kennedy agreed and the Everyone Dies ending of Rogue One was set in stone from early 2015 (I've seen a lot of people say this was a late change, even as late as last draft/Tony Gilroy - nah, it was the second draft)

2) Jyn was still a rebel commander, but she had baggage - she was a deserter in one draft, and a scavenger in another. This had to be dropped when they were finally allowed to see the script for Episode VII and discovered Rey was a scavenger.

3) Cassian was still a traitor, but Weitz gave him a justification - Saw Gerrera had killed some of his people, so he was feeding information to the Empire on the condition he got to kill Saw (or at least got to see Saw dead). This would have probably made his and Jyn's relationship more complicated too, since Jyn was raised by Saw, but they did still have a relationship in Weitz's draft**

4) Chirrut and Baze were originally a Force Priest and a murderer was a "weird, symbiotic, possibly co-dependant" relationship. Baze did the murdering, and Chirrut forgave him.

5) Bodhi was also added as the team's pilot - in the previous draft, the U-wing was Jyn's ship that she piloted herself (and Whitta had cut the team's original pilot Ria Talla), but as the script became more of an ensemble piece and Galen's rescue was moved to the second act, they needed both a pilot and an imperial defector.

6) The mission to Scarif involved Jyn and Cassian crossing the battlefield with the stolen plans to get to a second transmission tower to get the plans up to the Rebel Fleet. This is where all the trailer footage of Jyn and Cassian fighting on the beaches comes from. It was later cut from time/simplicity, moving the transmission dish to the main tower.

7) Chris Weitz wrote a "Space Hannibal Lecter" scene between Jyn and the Bor Gullet, Saw's octopus creature, which in Weitz's draft had dialogue. It was a much bigger character that fed off memories and traded information to Jyn in exchange for details of her traumatic childhood. This was a way to get Jyn, a relatively stoic character, to actually talk about her past.

What's really wild to me is that this was technically the shooting script. Weitz worked on the script up until cameras rolled in London, meaning a decent chunk of this script was shot (although multiple uncredited rewrites happened during shooting). You can learn more about Weitz's script in Episode II of the podcast, and more about the uncredited rewrites in Episode III yes this was all an ad for my podcast please listen if you're stanning Rogue One on Tumblr the ending of the final ep should actually make you cry***

** Weitz has said that he finds the lack of romantic subplot between Jyn and Cassian in the final film "refreshing", although he also said he wouldn't be surprised if a version of the ending with a kiss was filmed.

***it got my editor teary and he doesn't even like the movie.

#rogue one a star wars story #andor #rogue one #rebelcaptain #star wars #going rogue podcast #jyn erso #cassian andor #chirrut imwe #baze malbus #chris weitz

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tatakaetime07 · 2 years

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hey! could u plz do an eddie munson X reader where the reader hates spiders. he’s in the kitchen of his trailer and ur in his room. he hears you scream and he bursts in thinking there is something rlly wrong, but there’s just a spider. he teases u a bit and u jump on his back out of fear, putting your face in his neck. he eventually gets rid of it and it’s just fluff. love ur writing !! <3

༘✶｡˚ ੈ♡terrifying creatures e.m.

A/n:This was super fun to write wjskksk,although its a bit short lol,also tysm reader!!♡

P.s turns out another amazing writer had the same request lol,definitely go check them out they're amazing! Right here :)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader!

Summary:Sometimes the littlest things are the worst,but your boyfriend will always be there to help you out

Warnings:Slight cursing,spiders lol

Word count-451

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Eddie smiled as he thought of you,although he had only just seen you 2 minutes prior considering the fact you were literally in his room.It didn't make him miss you any less,he was currently heating up some soup for the two of you.

Well that was before he heard someone scream bloody Mary,and once he identified who it was he ran so fast.

"(Y/n)!?(Y/n) are you ok?Babe what's wrong-"

And that's when he broke out laughing.

"Eds!This isn't funny,it could literally bite the shit out of us!" You groaned as he continued laughing,almost crying from how hysterical thought it was.

"Your right,right,not funny at all."You deadpanned but kept your distance.

You were standing in his bedroom corner,holding an old spoon as you carefully watched a spider crawling up his wall.

He went to approached the wall as to get a better view of the spider.It wasn't even that big.Though he had to admit when it jumped from one side of the wall to other he jumped a bit.

But he was to distracted since as soon as you saw it slightly move you jumped onto Eddie's back,holding onto him like a lifeline,while nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"Oh sweetheart.."He chuckled,but he was eventually able to kill it,it just took you at least a few days to even step foot in that room again.

(Extra)

"Babe,it's been 5 months when can we hang out in my bed again??"

"..When I know each and every spider in that room has perished."

#Eddie Munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #st 4 #st4 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #reader insert #St drabble #eddie munson drabble #Eddie Munson x reader

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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CRUEL SUMMER - ‘85 (PART ONE)

summary: . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway) ┊ Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader┊ Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist - PII - PIII

chapter warning: pining, billy hargrove, ‘unrequited’ love, angst, fluff, violence towards reader, insecurity

word count: 2.3k

a/n: yeah, so i started re-watching ST3 for Heather again and immediately started shipping her with Eddie after i started wondering if he had known her. thought about writing a fic for them but for now, i’ll let you have the honors of being in her place ;) i feel like, from what i interpreted, Heather was very eager to please for validation, the girl who wants to fit in (a lot like jenna rink from 13 going on 30 when she’s a teen) so that’s how reader is. don’t know if i want to have reader meet the same fate yet or not, so let’s see how this goes!

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY, CURTIS?” Your voice boomed through the megaphone and the boy in question let the other boy he’d been holding under water back up for air, glaring at you.

“Menace.” You mumbled, adjusting the white oversized sunglasses on your face as your eyes scanned over the crowd to ensure no one else was doing anything obviously stupid.

Clear.

You relaxed back into the life guard chair, happy to be out of the sun. It was getting hotter and hotter every year and all you wanted to do is seek out some air conditioning, but when your mom mentioned to you that Sarah Donahue told her the Hawkins Community Pool was looking for life guards, you saw o p p o r t u n i t y.

See, you had a lot of time on your hands. Your friends were all busy. With each other. They, uh, didn’t really like you all that much. But they were all you had. Clearly, this had been fate because you needed something to do, and the pool needed life guards. Win-win!

You’d gotten the job pretty easily, and for a decent amount of time, too. You worked Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday mornings. It killed you to be at work by 8am, but it was worth it because it meant you were off at 12, which would give you plenty of time to still hang out with Eddie.

And you actually enjoyed the job. There was something relishing about finally being the one people had to look up to. You could tell someone not to do something and they had to listen to you. The babies were pretty cute, too. The only unpleasant thing was the person who relieved you.

The watch on your wrist beeped, alerting you to your clock out time. You made sure your fanny pack was secured around your red one piece as you climbed down from the post, paying no mind to the married woman primping themselves for the eye-candy.

You knew he’d be on time. He was an asshole, but a punctual asshole. Billy Hargrove. You smacked your gum as the two of you passed each other, always with the usual stare down. Or at least, as close as you could get to having a stare down while both of your eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. You could see every girl doing a double take but you just kept going, eager to take a quick shower so you could be on your way.

Once you’d been scrubbed free of chlorine and you smelled like lemons, you rushed to get dressed, too impatient to dry yourself off completely. There wasn’t anything waiting for you at home, but you weren’t going to stay home. No, you had asked Eddie if he wanted to hang out after you got off of work yesterday, and he agreed. He agreed. Which meant you were meeting Eddie at his trailer as soon as you put your swimsuit in the washer. Once your shoes were on, you threw your backpack on and peddled home as fast as you could, so fast that you beat your best time. You’d just started the washer and were like three steps from the front door when the phone rang. Groaning, you rushed over, answering with a twinge of animosity on your voice, “Hello?” “Wouldn’t be happy to hear from me, either.” He laughed over the line. Your heartbeat rivaled a hummingbird’s wings flapping when you recognized the voice. “Eddie!” “Hey, Sunshine.” He breathed out, you could practically see that soft smile you knew he had on through the phone. “I was just about to head out! Thought I was gonna have to take a message for my parents for a second there.” You joked, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger like some stupid, love sick teenage girl. Which, granted, you were.

“That’s—That’s actually what I called about. I-uh—can’t meet up today. A few last minute business calls. I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. You free after work tomorrow?” Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, but part of you had known it was coming. More often than not, Eddie ended up having to deal during your special hang out time, and it usually ran past your curfew. “Yeah,” The only people who wanted to hang out with you lately were the ones in the soap operas you watched during your free time. And they had to be there. “I’m clearing inventory tonight, and I’m keeping my whole schedule for tomorrow clear. Wait—no, I’m booked. From the moment I get up, to the moment your curfew starts. Meet me at the bench. I’ll be all yours.” God, if only. And he really did mean it. Eddie woke up around the time you got off of work. But even if he woke up at too-fucking early o’clock, he’d wait for you.

“What if something comes up again?” Because it had happened before, too. “Then I will track you down the moment I’m free—regardless of where you are, by the way—and carry you off.”

It was easy to picture Eddie strutting right in the Community Pool, plucking you from your post, and then strutting back out. You could already feel your hope building up, but you needed something a little more concrete. Some reassurance. And Eddie was the only one in your life who ever gave it to you.

“Promise?” Your voice was small, but the barely contained excitement could still be heard.

“I promise.” There wasn’t an ounce of doubt left in you after he said that, the sincerity in his voice piercing right through those troubling thoughts.

“Okay!”

“See you tomorrow, sunshine.” The rest of your day was spent catching up on your soap operas you didn’t know were your soap operas until you realized you were lame enough to be watching daytime television. Even the moms were out and about doing something. Friday had found you in even better spirits, despite the troll in the pool. “HEY! No dunking, Curtis. No. Dunking.” This kid was not about to ruin your record. First of all, you didn’t wanna ever have to give anyone at the pool CPR. You avoided the pool yourself because that was a bunch of piss water, and you weren’t about to put your lips on anything that had been submerged in said piss water.

Once Curtis wasn’t a threat, you went back to ignoring the way-past-middle aged women you kept feeling glaring at you. You knew what they said about you.

How annoying they thought you were. But it didn’t phase you.

See, they were just the grown up versions of your friends. Scratch that, they were who your friends were going to become. Eddie had pointed it out one day—and of course it was the one day he visited you at work that the Mothers Grimm chose to be a little bit louder than normal, you were so embarrassed—and you couldn’t stop seeing it. Knowing they were miserable with their lives like that took away any intimidation they may have had over you.

Your watched beep, and like clockwork, you climbed down the post and passed Billy. It was clear he was off his game, most likely hungover. Still, he was finally wearing a shirt so you tossed him a backhanded complimenting he didn’t acknowledge, and made your way to the showers. You were a little thirsty and you’d finished your water already so you were forced to wait in line at the snack bar. This meant your shower would have to be more rushed, just your luck.

As you were rushing towards the girls showers, you heard someone screaming in agony from the boys. It sounded like Billy. You dropped your water bottle and hurried in.

Sure enough, Billy was crumpled against the wall, still wearing his shirt, under the shower. He looked terrified. Sure, you didn’t like the guy and you thought he was a terrible human being, but you didn’t think you could live with yourself if you had the chance to save someone and you didn’t. Had he fallen and hit his head? “Billy?” He didn’t respond, just stared at you. You kneeled down to be eye level with him. “Billy, are you hurt?”

“What?” He gasped out. “I said, are you hurt?” He kept staring at you, like he didn’t understand a thing you were saying. “What’s going on? I heard screaming. Should I call an ambulance?”

Billy tensed up, his face contorting into something that scared you.

You didn’t even have time to wonder why you never seem to have any good luck as he threw himself at you, hand flying over your mouth to muffle your scream before he slammed your head once and hard into the ground.

- You woke up somewhere dark and scary, wrists and ankles bound by some rope that was rubbing aggressively into your skin. Your mouth had been duct taped shut, and you could taste the glue from it on your tongue. Despite the pain in your head, you moved it to the side and whimpered when you saw Billy staring down at you.

Oh, god. Was he gonna kill you?

Your brain switched into panic mode and you squirmed hard, trying in vain to break loose. Billy slammed you against the ground, and you winced as he leaned down, whispering into your ear, “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon.” You were gonna piss yourself, you were so terrified. He was gonna kill you, that’s what killer said before they murdered someone.

“Just stay very still.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself not to scream for help when he peeled the tape off of your lips. Billy stood up as you heard growling coming from the right of you. And then something worse than any monster you or even Eddie could have ever imagined emerged from the darkness. It shrieked and closed in. You screamed. And you kept screaming.

—

Eddie sighed, fingers drumming over the dirty wood. A glance at his watch confirmed another half-hour had passed. It was 3pm. He knew your schedule better than his own. You set your alarm for 6am, but always got up at 7, then you’d manage to get your swimsuit on—and he was that swimsuit’s number one fan, — with those red dolphin shorts that left nothing to the imagination—again, big fan, he was lucky you were oblivious because he was terrible at being discreet—in under fifteen minutes, then you biked there (because you refused to let him give you rides), always arriving ten minutes or less before the Pool opened. Then you got off at 12, tried to be on your bike within 20 minutes, you’d get home around 12:45 because you seem to be awake enough to pedal home faster than you do in the earlier hours, and you’d be out of the house ten minutes later, always meeting him anywhere between 1:15 to 1:20. So yeah, you were a little late.

He’d been trying to give you some leeway time, but his worry began to boil over. Were you mad at him about yesterday?

He felt like he’d made the wrong decision the second he agreed to it, but one of the basketball players was throwing a party and wanted some amusement. Eddie knew he’d be able to clean store in one go, which meant he’d have more time to spend with you. He had toyed with the idea of inviting you along, but he knew your poor excuses of ‘friends’ would be there, and it hurt him to watch them disregard you like that.

Eddie, like most of the town, knew how badly you wanted to fit in. Even back before the two of you had become friends, when you just knew of each other, it was obvious to him. You always chased the in crowd. They never chased you. However; they did keep you around to take advantage of you.

But what frustrated Eddie was that you let them. After you two became friends, you had told him that you knew they took advantage of you, that they weren’t your friends, but you wanted to belong so bad that you didn’t care. He wished you could see yourself the way he did. In fact, he was gonna make sure you knew exactly how he saw you. Today, he was gonna tell you how he felt, finally confess that he’s in love with you.

That fondness at first sight during the talent show when you were younger had become something much more intense now.

He was ready for it, had a yearning for it. For you.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew you returned his feelings. Had seen the way you stared at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, but it was your obvious mannerisms that gave you away. Like how you never waited until he had walked away from the door before you squealed on the other side when he dropped you off at home.

You’d been waiting all this time for him to see you.

So, he could wait for you. What’s another half hour compared to the rest of your happy, lovesick lives?

You never showed up.

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #Eddie Munson reader angst #Eddie Munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x black!reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4

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shwoo · 3 months

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I thought since I like Bugsnax so much, I should probably play the developer's previous game, Octodad as well. And I did, like last August according to Steam. But now I've finally mustered up the energy to make a rambly post about what I thought! Sort of mustered up the energy. Just in time for Dadliest Catch's tenth anniversary in a couple of days (On the 30th of January).

Wait, it's been two days since I started this post. Um, just in time for Dadliest Catch's tenth anniversary.

I played the original 2010 game first, and I knew it was a student project, so I was surprised it had voice acting. Looks like the school also gave them a voice acting budget? That's cool. I was also surprised that a game from 2010 still worked fine, although it did crash the first time I tried to go into the kitchen. So I just did some kitchen chores in real life instead. Showed that… video… game.

The game will save if you save and quit, but not if it crashes, so I started quitting after every task, and then ended up having to do the basement and post-basement sequence like three or four times. At least once it was because Octodad got stuck on some geography. Luckily there is a checkpoint if you die there. I know this because I died repeatedly.

The original game was pretty fun, except for the bit where you have to stomp on all the spiders before they reach your daughter's bed and if you let too many through, the chef guy kills you. Which is just the usual game over, but it is funny that he apparently kills you for failing to protect your daughter properly. Anyway, the controls aren't really precise enough to aim your feet properly.

I did like the gameplay in the basement, though, even though it was a big jump in how precise you have to be. But it is a bit weird plot-wise, even with a game that's obviously not supposed to be that consistent. It seems like everything is wrapped up, and then you go through a random hallway of lasers, and chef guy is there and kills you if you walk into the lasers too many times? And then you get through it and the game just ends.

Another thing that surprised me in both games was how often they acknowledge that Octodad is an octopus. I was already familiar with the meme of people responding to Octodad pictures by asking why someone posted a picture of a perfectly normal dad, to the point of never even saying the word octopus, but in the they say it all the time in the game. He is an octopus in a suit, and he knows this. So does chef guy. A giant Pacific octopus, probably, but I found that subtitle in the game files and I'm not sure if it's in the game, because it would only be said if you get caught by the biologists, and doesn't make a lot of sense in context anyway. I should probably check at some point.

Anyway, I liked Dadliest Catch a lot. I've played through it three times now! I like the characters. Like the Bugsnax characters, they seem to have their own point of view and motivations, while still living in an absurd setting.

And I'll usually reference whatever I'm currently obsessing over when playing something else, but I really overdid it with this game, since they were made by most of the same people. Is the reason I like Scarlet specifically because, being a passionate journalist who believes in aliens and hates being lied to, she reminds me of one my seven favourite characters from Bugsnax? Maybe! Probably.

She's better at identifying parasites, though. But the Bugsnax journalist is better at identifying cephalods. Which was another time I was surprised to hear Octodad being referred to as an octopus, since I hadn't played the games when I saw the crossover April Fools trailer. They just came out and said it.

(Pulls down conspiracy chart) Now let me explain the minutae of why Filbuddy = ...Do Scarlet and Octodad have a ship name? If so, I hope it's Octoscar. Filbuddy with a bit of Snorplo with the "one of them is keeping huge secrets from the other because he's afraid of rejection but the other one is more upset about the secret-keeping than what the secret turns out to be" thing.

Gameplay wise, Octodad:Dadliest Catch is kind of... a little too short to really take advantage of its mechanics? But I hear when it came out, they apparently threw you into difficult stealth sections when most of the challenge beforehand was just getting him to go where you need him to. They left in some of the late game stealth sequences when they updated it, as an optional thing, and I did them on my second playthrough. It was pretty fun, now that I was more used to the controls. Trying to navigate the environments for all the ties was fun as well. He's pretty mobile for someone who shouldn't be able to walk on land at all.

I also liked the optional 2D platforming level you can find by flushing yourself down the toilet. I'd play a whole game like that, if the mechanics were introduced a bit more slowly. The last bit took a while to get through, though.

One of the biggest problems I had with the game was not being able to move the camera. It made it a bit hard to see things in detail, and I had more trouble than I should've with the ship level because I didn't realise a beam extended all the way to the middle of the ship, and I could walk on it. I thought I was meant to sneak past all the sailors.

I died there so many times.

Also, there are some jokes and stuff that you can't really see because they're too far from the camera. Like, early on Scarlet says that she send a picture to a tabloid or something that she says made the front page, and she suggests picking it up because she can't be seen reading it. And you can find it in the supermarket, but I couldn't get it close enough to the camera to see what the front page image was without going into the files.

Luckily, a lot of the files are just sitting there easily accessible, like with Bugsnax, so it was pretty easy to find. It's a picture of Octodad sitting and drinking coffee, with the headline "Alien Life Sighted?" There's a few lore kind of things that I don't think you can see in the game either, and it actually answered a few questions I had, about the aquarium especially. Also, I learned Sports Johnson's real name (Maxwell "Sports" Johnson), and what year the game takes place in (1971).

I have a lot of thoughts about the lore, and I think there's more going on, particularly with the aquarium, Octodad having human kids, and the Cod Wars setting in the flashback, but this isn't really the post for it. It's long enough already. Anyway, pretty fun game!

Also, you can see Octodad as a metaphor for disability in general, but he has a weird sleep schedule, basically can't function without coffee, is "usually so talkative", and is so scared of rejection that he never told his wife what species he was. Octodad: ADHD icon?

#Octodad #Bugsnax #(Because I talked about it pretty extensively)#I do want to make another post speculating about the lore at some point #The newspaper texture and the texture for Scarlet's notepad was particularly enlightening #Apparently Octodad carries a chest of soggy gold coins around with him to pay for things he damages?#Where'd he get that?#Same place as the submarine ghosts he mentioned on his first date with Scarlet?

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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Okay so I watched Billy Kids trailer and he seems like such a silly guy. Personally would love to have him as a brother (better get my blessing if youse ever marry/j)

ANYWAYS

Seems like the type to overly hype you up, like it's too much you'd think you're about to go into battle but it's just a talent show. At least it works??

He also seems to be the type to cry at Disney movies ngl, you ask him if he's crying and he's like

"NO...something just got into my eye :(("

Alsoalso, he seems competitive in games. Like he'll try his hardest to win in Mario Kart and be all pouty if u beat him, if ur his lover he might feel better if you give him a small smooch tho.

Also uses those emoticons a lot. U may get texts like (if ur dating)

"Smooch incoming ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡"

"Running to hug you, open the door ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ"

"I MISS U BABE ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)‧º·"

Anyways, that's more of my impression on Billy Kid now from 1 photo and after watching his trailer. I won't be downloading ZZZ due to storage so ofc this may not be accurate but it's fun to think of how someone is like before knowing them haha

-Signed: Argentis Spouse

Argentis Spouse hiiii!! Please let me marry your brother, I promise I’ll treat him SO well~

I saw comments saying he seems to be Deadpool inspired, which I can definitely see, but he also reminds me of my beloved Vash the Stampede haha. Something something dressed in red and High-Energy. Also there’s this scene in the original Trigun where Vash is crushing on a woman, and she refers to him as “Spot” like he was a dog. She says “Come along, Spot,” and he responds by BARKING and chasing after her. That level of simp…it reminds me of Billy😭😭😭😭😭😭

Anyways. Gonna actually address everything in order this time, unlike classic Pix~

Oh yes he’d definitely overly hype you up, WHATEVER it is. For example, for whatever reason you needed a drive to work or something. And he’s just hyping you up the whole time he’s driving you…oh my gosh now I’m thinking about how bad he is at driving haha. He’s always looking over at you and not paying much attention…EYES ON THE ROAD, BILLY. Also he believes in the “our song” thing. So when your song comes on the radio…you can BET he’s rolling down the windows and blasting it, haha. He gets so excited too, “Babe, it’s our song!!” (Also I bet he has a boombox.)

Crying at Disney movies, yes absolutely. You watch Up and he’s like WHY are we watching this it is SO SAD?? And you feel bad that it’s making him sad but you promise it has a happy ending. He was getting SO emotional at Toy Story 3 (I KNOW it’s PIXAR but WHATEVER LOL) you had to pause so he could compose himself…also, one time he gave you his phone so you could choose a playlist, and you saw one simply titled, “Motivation” so you pressed it and it was just Disney songs.

A very competitive gamer, that’s so cute~you’re playing Mario Kart and he does that thing where he leans in the direction he turns in the game. Which is fine unless you’re sitting right next to him haha, you’re like DUDE quit LEANING on me-!! Doesn’t matter if it’s Mario Kart or Super Smash Bros or whatever, he loses to you soundly quite often, even when you let him make the rules. Sometimes he gets frustrated enough to try and cheat, haha…whether that’s him trying to cover your eyes or tickle you or something…he wants to WIN and the method doesn’t MATTER. Even funnier if you’re not competitive at all, just better at video games than him. Maybe just…lose on purpose if you don’t want him messing with you? But yes you can always kiss his losses better~

Awwww the emoticons, I love that~with a reader who’s like me and doesn’t know how to use emoticons haha…he’s got these super cute elaborate emoticons he sends and reader is just like “Thanks :) Love you too ;)”

I don’t NEED another game but…the silly cyborg has completely captured my heart, I WANT him.

#ZZZ #Zenless Zone Zero #zzz Billy Kid #Zenless zone zero Billy Kid #zzz Billy Kid x reader #Zenless zone zero Billy Kid x reader

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strawbrygashez · 1 month

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If all da pdudes went to high school together …

• Shy & quiet type but very smart. Gets good grades.

•Has multiple interests that would be seen as nerdy.

•Metalhead but also enjoys grunge.

•is a furry but you wouldn’t know unless u asked him or saw the inside of his sketch book.

Redux

•Calls himself P1s alpha wolf. He’s extremely protective of P1 even tho p1 never asked him to be. He basically glued himself to p1 bc he has a crush on him.

•Is honestly almost a bully to other people but no one takes him super seriously because he wears one of those clip on tails.

•He’s the type to write gruesome lyrics on his notebooks & draws demons and whatnot.

•P1 doesn’t hate him or anything or tells him to stop being ‘cringe’. He just is like •_• all the time. He’ll at least thank him tho if redux scares off someone who was picking on him.

•Redux hates P3 so much. He tries to make P3 uncomfortable or scared but it doesn’t work bc P3 just laughs at him. P3 can’t take him seriously.

•Is dating P1. Redux wants to rip his throat out over it but Redux knows P1 would hate him if he did something to P3 so P3 just has to deal with glares.

•Is only somewhat a furry. He only has a fursona bc he asked p1 to draw him as a furry just for fun once. He’d happily accompany redux & p1 to a convention tho.

•Still obsessed with memes like normal P3 Dude is. All he does during class is gather memes to send to the group chat later. He has terrible grades.

•The type of guy to cuddle up with P1 (and redux if he wasn’t edgy) in the hallway.. he doesn’t really care when ppl say they almost tripped them. Just a “oh sorry :)!” With a wave before focusing back onto p1 (he makes no effort to get out of peoples way)

•Talks loudly & eats messily at lunch. (Redux can not understand what P1 sees in him at all and makes it obvious he thinks this by the way he looks while watching P3 try to eat and talk about YTPs he watched at the same time)

•Hangs out with them all sometimes because he has nothing better to do and they are all funny to watch.

•Is surprisingly good at giving advice to any of them when needed.

•He’s quick to pick up on when something’s wrong & when something happened between any of them (He could tell Redux likes P1 like after a couple of minutes of hanging out with the two)

•If he wasn’t a loner he probably would have picked on P1 and Redux but.. he has his own mental issues & whatnot so he’s ‘stuck with them’.

•Close to P4.

•Complains about his ‘bitchy’ girlfriend all the time.

•He invites them all to hang out around the trailer park with him or go spend nights at his uncle Dave’s house.

•There’s a weird thing between Redux and him where Redux thinks he’s just like P2 because P2 is genuinely cool and mysterious and whatnot but P2 cringes when Redux acts like they are totally the same. (Redux ‘he’s just like me frfr’ moment)

(I will add on to this with more maybe later 💀)

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bewilderedbuck · 1 year

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I neeedddddd to know your predictions based off the trailer (of Benvi in particular, I really do care about other things in the show but I love them the most)

ooooh okay so.....not all of these predictions are actually serious some of them i just think would be FUN but i dont think they'll actually implement lmao. also....as usual i dont know when to shut the fuck up and stop typing SO. predictions under the cut!!

my prediction for benvi is: devi ghosts ben post-boinkening (basically confirmed; the trailer insinuates that they havent spoken since); ben goes after margot because she likes him (and we all saw how well it went the last time ben started dating someone else bc devi wasn't an option), it implodes, devi retaliates by dating ethan because he's hot or whatever the fuck (and honestly good for her im sure he's a tool but like.....rebound arm candy isnt necessarily a bad thing.....except in this case it is bc that is Also going to implode.) i think it would be HILARIOUS if margot and ethan ended up going out lmfao but. i doubt it. after both their rebounds fail (ben's i want to say around episode 2 bc i dont think they'll drag it out super long, and devi's probably episode 5?) they're still.....skirting around each other, in a will they/won't they kind of situation. i can see fab & eleanor trying to talk some sense into devi but devi just not listening bc she's stubborn as hell and of course she knows there's something there with ben but they've done this back-and-forth dance for so long that she's still nervous about taking that full leap.

and well. then she ends up getting like...accosted in new york (which im guessing the trailer may have been a bit misleading about that exact scenario because, ya know, it's a trailer) and ben tries to play knight in shining armor and well. we all saw what happened lmfao. cue devi icing ben's face n devi being like "why did you do that?" and ben just says "for you" or smthn cheesy as hell. this is probs around like? episode 7 i'd like to think? and they probably at least partially get their shit together but like. lbr it's ben and devi. so it can't be 100% smooth sailing. like you said im excpecing a tatbilb sort of thing - they agree to date & then break up before going to college. (we all know devi gets denied for early decision from princeton - this could play into her actually going to a school in new york - something prestigious, ofc, she graduates as valedictorian).

based on the trailer....im honestly torn on whether ben goes to prom or not! i know you said smthn about him perhaps going home and changing, but part of me also thinks - what if he didnt go at all? what if he stays home, because he knows this is gonna be one of his last good memories with devi and he just cant do it? i know we havent seen a lot of bts for season 4, but we have seen bts of maitreyi + lee + ramona in their prom dresses, and i dont recall jaren being there at all or wearing a suit (the only suit bts ive seen is of him in 2x10). so......maybe he doesnt go, but he comes to her after. idk exactly how that will play out but thats what im hoping for!!!

and of course, they end up going to the same school - thats been something ive been sure of since, well, forever lmao. i'm 100000% convinced that the last shot of the show is going to be devi coming up to ben in the library of their college or vice versa and if im wrong i will eat my mf words

as for other predictions....

i'm with you on thinking it might not be kamala's wedding anymore, but i'm still not sure who's wedding it would be - perhaps another family member? a family friend? who knows.

i think treleanor is going to break up, which is TRAGIC because they r everything to me <3 but i feel like they're the kind of couple to come back to each other after years apart so im holding out hope for them 🤞 in treleanor we trust u know !!!!

paxton's.....there. idk. he's there. devi probably like. goes after him or whatever in the midst of the ben/margot/ethan bullshit bc she doesnt want to be alone and shes like oh i finally like myself maybe i can have this since i can't have what i really want but ya know power dynamics due to him being sherman oaks staff or whatever so. im HOPING as the party with the upper hand in that scenario he turns her down or whatever. maybe she even waits until after this to go after ethan - make both ben and paxton jealous, kill two birds with one stone

i have no idea what else im hoping for and this is straight up a Wall of text aksjdss;d im SO SORRY u know how i get !!!!!

#to the other asks i promise i will get to u soon <3 im still at work n honestly probably shouldnt have even answered this jsut yet...#but oh well!!!!#nhie s4 spec #nhie #asks #grace tag #mutuals

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archivistea · 10 months

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please god post the pictures i dont play that game and i wanna see how bad they did that guy

HELPPPP okay yeah bet anything for u bestie

This got long I’m sorry

basically since na server is a year behind the cn server I remember seeing these last year and now it’s just like 😀 haha great bc THIS ONE is back again

so for na server’s first anniv it was like. first kiss themed i think 💀 I don’t play tot anymore but I did pull artem’s first anniv card and then dipped yippee

anyway for the second anniv it’s proposal themed ft. the first time they actually. well. bang 😭😭😭 jaw hit the floor when I saw the change in age rating like HYV HELLO

here r the pics from the trailer

yeah

since this is literally an otome game this kind of fan service is to be expected yk.

but when I watched someone on the cn server generously post their playthrough of the second anniv cards last year artem’s really rubbed me the wrong way and it wasn’t until I came on here and some of the tot blogs I follow also shared a similar sentiment that i was actually able to realize why!!

god I wish I could find the original post I’m thinking abt bc op made so many good points but

basically they made the socially awkward doesn’t know how to talk to women married to his work senior attorney at themis law firm into this 😭 and even tho artem’s my favorite and part of me is like “ahaha damn” at this art (it’s very nice art) it just loses a lot of who he is and how he would treat his relationship w mc (to me at least)

and to make matters worse if I remember correctly he proposes at his boss’ wedding 😭😭like the reason they’re all dressed fancy is bc they were literally AT Celestine’s wedding

I love her btw she’s artem and mc’s number 1 supporter

BUT ANYWAYS

Artem literally googles how to talk to someone you like and buys books on romance like he’s studying for an exam you really think he’s going to be this smooth

and he would literally never take that spotlight away from Celestine by doing that at her wedding even though she knew and wanted him to and was chill w it bc ofc she would

I just think there could have been a different way to go abt this story that could be much more meaningful 😭😭 and I’m usually not one to shy away from fanservice but. HES NOT ANOTHER JUMIN HAN

I didnt go through my mysmes phase in high school for this

anyway yeah that’s all

#t.txt #tot #sorry in advance #asks.txt #tears of themis #artem Wing

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mctreeleth · 2 years

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Please tell me about number plates

*gasp* Of course.

The number plates that I know about particularly are the ones in South Australia, although I know a bit about some of the other Australian states as well. But I will keep this to a brief overview of the structural configuration of standard issue SA plates along with a few points I am particularly passionate about.

Standard issue number plates in South Australia currently are black characters on a white background, and are structured with an S at the start and then three numbers and then three letters. When the state started using that structure, (I will get to the old structure in a little bit) the three letters started with an A, but we are now up to ones that start with C as the first of the three letters, and as far as I am aware (from looking at every single number plate I see) we are now up to the letter R as the middle letter. This means that there is a naturally occurring S000CKS plate out there, which I think is very cool, and I hope its owner really really likes socks. Naturally occurring plates are my passion – custom plates are fine, I guess, but the emergent possibilities of words being created by the configurations are what I really love. More on this later.

They started using the current structure of number plate in 2008, but before that number plates had three letters and then three numbers. When they first started using this old alpha-numeric structure in 1966 the letters started with the letter R, and then once they had used up all the Rs they started using the letter S at the start. At the same time as they were issuing these plates, they were issuing plates for bikes and trailers that had the same structure, but started with the letter T. This meant that after they had run out of configurations starting with the letter S they couldn't go onto the letter T for vehicle plates, so instead they went to the letter U, followed by the letter V and the letter W and then the letter X. Somewhere along the line they ran out of T plates for trailers and bikes and so they started using the letter Y for them. I don't know why they never used the letter Z at the start, but they didn't. When they ran out of these alphanumeric configurations is when they switched to the new 7-character structure with the S at the start.

You still see plenty of cars with the old alpha-numeric structure. My car still has one of the old structure. But they get rarer and rarer as old cars are taken off the road, and also as cars are sold and in a lot of cases unregistered by the seller, which means a new number plate is issued for their new owner. This means that if you saw a car with an old alphanumeric number plate that starts with the letter R or the letter S, it would usually be on a very old car, and you could assume that the driver of that car had owned that car for a very long time, or that they had gone to some other lengths to acquire the ability to use an old number plate for their vehicle. In South Australia once a number plate has been surrendered back to the Department of Transport, which happens when a car is unregistered unless you specifically ask to keep the plate number, it is removed from circulation. The only way to get an old number plate would be to find an old car that had that number plate, acquire the number plate (often by just buying the vehicle) and transfer it to your car.

Or at least that was the case until recently, when the Department of Transport decided to release for purchase, on request, what they call R&S series plates, which are any unused alphanumeric plates starting with the letters R or S. To get one all you have to do is go to the ezyplates website and enter in the one that you want, and if it is available you can purchase it outright and use it for whatever vehicle you want to. This means that now you see more and more R&S series plates, especially because it is a way for people to get a semi-custom plate that doesn't look like a custom plate.

In South Australia, custom plates are not the same color as standard issue plates. The original custom number plates were all yellow with green text, and they had to be a six character alpha-numeric combination, but you could have 2 letters and 4 numbers, or 3 letters and 3 numbers, or 4 letters and 2 numbers, or 5 letters and 1 number. Now they come in just about any configuration - you can get up to 7 mixed characters on a whole heap of different colors - but they are very obviously custom plates. With the R&S series plates you can get something that looks like a normal number plate to the average passerby, so you don’t look like a knob with a custom plate, but which can still be personalised to an extent, because you can custom request any available plate that starts with the letters R or S and has three letters and three numbers.

For instance, a good option for me might be SAR444, given that my name is Sara, or possibly SWI222, because I drive a Suzuki Swift, who I affectionately refer to as Swizz or Swizzy. People whose first names start with R or S could get their initials and then their favourite numbers, or, if you were an absolute madlad, you could request the plate SLU755, probably fully expecting someone at the Transport Department to turn down that request, only to have it successfully issued to you. If you or someone you know owns the black VE Commodore with the 5.8L V8 engine that that plate is attached to, please get in touch. You are either my enemy or my hero, and I need to find out which.

I both love and hate the fact that the R&S series plates are available for custom request. It means that there are more configurations out there that are almost naturally occurring - obviously somebody has had to request them, but it isn't like requesting a regular custom number plate. People have to think about these. And that's good! I love that people are thinking about number plates! But on the other hand, it has removed some of the specialness of seeing an alphanumeric plate beginning with R or S in the wild. It used to be that when I saw one I knew that I was seeing something special - a car that had been loved for a long time, or a number plate that somebody had put a lot of work into acquiring. Now it is just another kind of custom plate, albeit one that most people don't notice.

There is one very sneaky trick to it though – newer issues (although this includes when an old plate is damaged and replaced) say South Australia in little letters at the bottom.

A few other brief facts that I don't have time to go into in depth right now:

The letter Q does not appear in standard issue plates – instead, all government plates (which are blue characters on a white background) feature the letter Q. This is ostensibly to honor the queen, but realistically is probably because Qs and Os look confusingly similar. No one has been able to tell me what will happen with regards to this particular convention when the queen dies.

Back when the standard issue was three letters three numbers, all ambulances used the configuration AMB and then the number of the ambulance, but now they just use regular government plates. This means that there are boring old cars out there with plates that have the letters AMB on them, and it infuriates me every time I see one.

In contrast, I will also regularly see number plates have naturally occurred to say BUS or CAR on them, and when they are on a vehicle that is not that (such as a ute that says CAR, or a car that says BUS) I will laugh affectionately and say "no you're not!", as if the vehicle traveling opposite me at 60+kph can hear me.

The Transport Department will occasionally skip some plates, for a variety of reasons, including that they are inappropriate. Sadly, S###ASS plates were not issued.

Heavy vehicle plates used to start with the letters SB and then have two numbers and then two more letters, while heavy vehicle trailers used to start with the letters SY and then two numbers and then two letters, meaning that somewhere out there, there was probably a truck trailer with the number plate SY57EM. But now most of the states in Australia have switched to a new shared interstate registration for heavy vehicles, which is less fun, because it starts with the letter X and then the letter S, V, N or Q, depending on the state of first registration, so there is a lot less opportunity for fun naturally occurring plates.

There are some options for premium non-standard plates that are not custom, for if you want a fancy plate but have no imagination. These include what were formerly the XX or AA plates, which featured a double letter, three numbers and then another letter, but which now have progressed to having any second letter, and what are known as “Euro style” plates, which mimic European plates and therefore supposedly look better on European cars. They start with an S, then two more letters, then 2 numbers, then another letter. A co-worker of mine has the naturally occurring SED44N on her Mercedes coupe, which I think is hilarious.

In the last two weeks I have seen both the custom plate AAAA and AAAHHHH which, frankly, big moods.

#y'all heard about number plates?#there are a lot of oversimplifications in here and there are exceptions to the rules all over the place #also the wikipedia page contains multiple inaccuracies #also also I know that the SLU755 plate is out there because you can go to the repco website #and put in a number plate ostensibly to help you find parts for your car #but I just use it to see if a plate is currently in use #this is also how I know S000CKS is in use #but it does not work for all vehicles and it especially does not work for truck trailers #but I did see a SY51CM on a truck which is what clicked my brain to the possible SY57EM plate.#also it occurred to me the other day that the naturally occurring plate I would most want would be S291CLB #because that is the name of my fashion label that only makes clothes for me and two of my sisters #well I mean it is the 5291 Club but...#also S444ARA and S555ARA would have been fun naturally occurring ones except the idea of putting MY name on my car #rather than HER name on her seems weird to me

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lifestreamsblog · 11 months

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Foamstars: Splatoon is Tired. Try Square Enix.

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Before I begin, let me preface this by saying I have never played the single player story modes in any of the Splatoon games. My experiences are all about generic Turf War mode, so this has coloured my experiences.

When I first played Splatoon, I was amazed by the fresh concept, the brilliant mechanics, the unique spin on retro-future (replace “synth” with “punk,” and you’ll get the idea), and the unbelievable music. It was like the 90s met the mid-2010s in every way, and it was glorious. It was the most refreshing online shooter I’d ever played, and I couldn’t get enough. I could hardly wait for the sequels.

Then came Splatoon 2. It felt like more of the same, with a few minor changes and additions that made things better, but it felt like the same old song and dance.

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In short, it wasn’t fresh any more.

Not long after this, we got the first Splatoon-like: Ninjala. Being free-to-play, it was accessible to anyone with an internet connection and an online play subscription. I thought it was a great concept, but I let this one pass me by; I never played it. I was too afraid of the potential for toxic microtransactions, and beyond that, I felt it strayed too far from the concepts that made Splatoon so great.

Then we got Splatoon 3. Ugh. This one was a mess. They made the hub world gargantuan, and added lots of extra stuff to do. On the surface, this sounds great, but it just makes the game a confusing mess. They added gimmicks like being able to decorate a locker, but it’s purely there for your enjoyment only. It’s fun for the first ten minutes, but the novelty wears off fast (this is coming from someone who loves novelty).

Last but certainly not least: the mechanics. They’re abysmal at best and downright awful at worst. The balancing for every single weapon has been completely borked. Even if you use a weapon you are very used to using from past games, you will have to re-learn it because they changed all of the balancing. In short, nothing works properly when it comes to weapons. The absolute worst is how they weigh Splatfest results. The scoring system and its metrics are so out of whack, that the team that worked the hardest could potentially lose a Splatfest, or get absolutely no credit at all in the end.

In short, Splatoon has Jumped the Shark. It is worlds away from the original product, and it has lost everything that made it special, and replaced it with tonnes of meaningless rubbish padding.

That brings us to tonight, when I saw this:

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This is the reveal trailer for a Splatoon-like called Foamstars, currently in development by Square Enix, to be released on PS4 and PS5.

Let’s begin with the aesthetic. It’s retro-future again, but this time in the synth way, making it very fresh, especially for the target market of Splatoon, which cut their teeth on a punk retro-future aesthetic.

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I finally saw my classic Splatoon gameplay again (unlike with Ninjala), this time with a twist: instead of ink, you shoot foam. And instead of the foam just sitting there, it creates hills and ledges if you shoot it right, making gameplay dynamic.

In addition, tonnes of new subweapons, all of which feel like an homage to Splatoon classics. It’s as if 岩田さん (Iwata-san) had come back from the grave (Splatoon was his baby).

Long story short, Foamstars is the game I’ve been waiting for! This will be the killer app for the PS5 as much as Splatoon was the killer app for the Wii U. This game has finally prompted me to begin saving for a PS5, and I will be pre-ordering both the PS4 and PS5 versions of this when they are put up for pre-order. Time to watch news about the game’s development like a hawk.

It’s time to throw away your tired old Splatoon 2 and Splatoon 3, and pick up some Square Enix magic, along with a PS5~

#SONY #PS4 #PS5 #Foamstars #Splatoon #Splatoon 2 #Splatoon 3 #Nintendo #Videogames #Video Games #Console Gaming

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clonehub · 1 year

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I thought it was delayed because they knew Andor was gonna be big, but they had to known Mandalorian would be big too. They really couldn't have just spaced out the release dates so Bad Batch could stand a chance? I'm more upset at the treatment of animated projects in general. At least Tales of the Jedi still did well despite airing alongside Andor.

They actually didn't think andor was gonna be that big til it came out, I think! Like I remember not much promo or hype or it til a trailer and then the critics who got the eps started losing their minds. Regardless, one of the assistant editors definitely said it had to be delayed by 6 months specifically because they were attempting to fix the whitewashing. I think tbb was originally gonna air in early September or maybe August, but now it's coming out in January and that's rooooughly six months

I think they wouldn't budge the Mandalorian for anything tbh, it just brings in too much. But as for tbb, I don't want to say that its treatment is a result of a lack of respect for animation because like, visions and totj as u said seemed to do fine/better, although every episode for both of those came out all at once rather than having weekly releases (I think). This mess with the bad batch is imho the creators own faults. If uwwtbb is getting big enough for one of the executive producers to be asked, unplanned, about the controversies of racism surrounding it during an interview, then Disney/LF would probably want to bury the controversy any way they can.

I saw some folks on Twitter upset that the tbb header for the official star wars account was replaced by the one for the Mandalorian despite the latter not coming out for another two months. Again this is probably both a lack of respect for animation and generally Disney not wanting to risk drawing further attention to the movement/uwwtbb, esp not w me and the mod qrting every single official tbb tweet every time we see one 😭

To me the bigger insult to animation is having whitewashing be the center of your visual designs and therefore be the foundation of your visual storytelling.

The bad batch would have survived I think being delayed longer. Maybe would have given them more time to think over better responses to uwwtbb.

#ask

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frijimus · 4 months

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sergei trailer dropped bruhhh

IVE BEEN OBSESSING SECRETLY OVER IT GWA

i forget tumblr is the last bastion of social media where i can just freak my heart out with no filter sorry it took so long but omg

posting it again so i can look at it on speed dial

youtube

love how u let me know abt this <3 it means i can go sicko mode now

im gonna have to hear ur thoughts too since ive been away LOL but me personally i am eating it up. sergei's voice is very nice and i think it carries the subtelty of the original performance of kenichi morozumi. they snipped the opportunity to possibly hire a russian speaking VA when they redid all the VAs but im ok w it, im sure bamco wouldve fumbled that (shaheen is a waste of a character slot in himself but wow i hear his arabic is awful too...)

i remember on my first watch going crazy over the hums in between one of his jab strings. they have enough budget to remember he has character !!!!! his rage art is a fun rendition of his tk7 one, he takes you to the arctic phewww

his new intros and win screens r so fun... they rendered his steely eyes so so so well oh my goodness this is gonna affect my fanart of him maybe.

as for his character interactions, i know they probably won't take it anywhere but as someone who properly got into tekken during tk7, its already wayyy more than what 7 gave us. since he's on vacation, i like the idea that the people who make a big deal of him are just strangers or nuisances to him at worst, and he doesn't have a true rival. he just leaves a wake of fear and awe in his feats and no one really has been able to match up to it. no one really has him figured out.

its so nerdy but i do really love victor despite his goofy katana (i was kind of a simp for jp in sf6 so when i saw another old man in tk8...), so i like that they have an interaction. i hope they do raven justice too, just as a character. i've been going back to play the previous tekkens to satiate my hunger while i wait and woof tk7 had such tight budget..

but yeah! idk im excited. i hope there's a little more content for the characters now that the franchise isn't on their last legs like they were with the release of 7 (they played the long game by just making the gameplay for that really good lol)

i fantasise that we can go back to tk4 levels of depth for side stories and art (so so so good and grungy and moody). can they at least take the cue from street fighter and just get a bunch of artists to make really nice fanart for them.. i want content but i dont want the monkey's paw to curl and have bamco make some terrible canon for him..

thats enough rambling from me though!! i hope you enjoyed the reveal too :)

#apologies that im a little strange and shy gehehe #i like pumping fanart rather than talking cuz i hate the way i type but the drawing muscles have been weak lately #fridgey texts #ask

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