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krislgfox · 3 months

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Ahem, I made another one. This time it's a hero SC oc :_]

(Putting watermark cus my arts getting reposted without credits)

(Templet by @localgremlinenthusiest)

And here's true mascot monster form for @whyiliketitantvman

Two versions

Sword as pendant and as weapon

Dop info:

-Grey spots is his scars

-DragonJoy's cousin(as I writed)

-Became a hero when he was 27(in critters age he was 7) years old

-Glows a little in the dark

-Emotionless

-Dominate,manipulative,cunning, tall, nice and strong(no mater in which way) foxes is his and DragonJoy's type

-He usually feels happy only around DragonJoy

-A little over protective towards his cousin

-(If he would ever cry) his tears are literally golden color

-His the tallest among other critters(in every form)

Dop arts:

As I said he's emotionless, but it doesn't mean that he can't faking emotions or showing fellings

Also, yep, when he fell strong positive emotions feelings he starts sparkle :]

When he feels negative emotions feelings, like anger, his scars began to glow neon yellow

Embracing is like a mix of positive and negative emotions feelings so his cheek scars began to glow and he began to sparkle

Lore stuff:

As I said, he lost his emotions and became a hero when he was, in critters age, 7 years old, but no one knows how. Well, actually, almost no one. DragonJoy is the one who knows how all this happens, but he refused to tell. That's why I'm here :]

That's all happened in DragonJoys and Golden Sparks first meet

It was autumn, and DragonJoy's dad decided to introduce his son to his brother. After arriving there, DJ immediately gets along with GS, and they both was already playing in the GS's garden while adults was talking

Eventually, both GS and DJ, didn't notice how they got in the forest and incidentally split up. DJ was trying to find GS, while Golden Spark, due his curiosity nature, started studying a forest he'd never visited before

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, GS've already decided to look for a way out of the forest, but he noticed a strange and alluring glow. His curiosity takes control over him again, and he went to this glow

When he got closer, he saw a big gray stone from which this glow was coming. This glow made GS want to touch this stone and see what would happen, but his inner self was saying not to do it, but the child's curiosity winned again, he began to slowly reach for the stone, and at the same moment, DJ's close voice began to be heard from behind the trees

A second, touch, increasing fell of pain in his arms, followed by a scream and the voice of a cousin who managed to run up to him and started asking him what happened. It all got mixed up in GS's head, he didn't understand what was going on, the only thing he understood was that his whole face felt like burning from within, that his head started to hurt, as if he was being hit with a hammer, and his hands seemed to be dipped in boiling water. In all this fellings he noticed that the stone disappeared

After that GS felt dizzy, and he eventually lost consciousness in his cousin's arms. DJ got scared, he immediately picked up his cousin and ran to the exit from the forest that he had found while he was looking for GS

When GS wake up, he felt nothing, like his emotions was deleted. He also noticed that he now have a pendant, second pack of wings(yes,before touching stone he had only two wings), that he's hands is now grey and he has some grey lines

After couple weeks, he started training with his new sword and the powers that he found in himself. While training he noticed some little critter that was running away from someone and definitely needed help. GS didn't know why he wanted to help this critter, but he knows that he need to do it, so he immediately started flying after this critter

After he caught up with this critter, he noticed that some, seemingly, bandits had trapped the poor kid in the cave and were clearly trying to rob him. GS feelt angry, that he didn't even noticed how he was already standing on one of the bandits and was looking at this little critter

Critter was shocked but impressed, critter thanked him for his rescue and, fleeting introducing himself by the name "Folierx", ran away from the cave in an unknown for GS direction

GS didn't understand what just happened, and what was he feeling(this dude falls in love fr), but at this moment he promised himself that he will helping every critter no matter what

Damn, I didn't write so much in my entire life °-°

Sorry if there's mistakes or illogical stuff, it's my first time writing almost full characters story :_]

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k-rising · 1 year

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1st house

What's the 1st house?: This house is ruled by Aries and it represents our attitude towards life, our identity, our appearance, our principles, how we perceive the world, how we start things and how we approach others.

‼️ TW: sensitive topics - dr*gs, alc*h*l, family issues, power ab*se, etc.

𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are enthusiastic, ambitious, autonomous, determined and courageous. They want to be recognized and respected for their achievements, they have high self-confidence and vitality, and are born leaders. They usually like to do sports activities to vent the excess energy they have. If the Sun makes negative aspects in the natal chart, they will be arrogant, narcissistic, tyrannical and authoritarian. They will not like to receive criticism and will want to impose their ideas at all costs. During their childhood, they may have been the favorite son/daughter or if they are only children, it is very likely that they have been spoiled a lot.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These individuals are sentimental, intuitive, sensitive, and emotionally impulsive. They are moody, and they like to be recognized and appreciated. They are very concerned about the opinion of others, so they should develop their self-esteem and learn not to please others all the time. They should also protect themselves from negative energies, since they absorb them easily. Negative aspects can indicate conflicts with the mother or with someone with feminine energy. The mother figure may have been present, but was absent at important moments of their lives.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are sociable, intelligent, curious, talkative and rational. These individuals overthink too much and also make good use of their hands. This position gives them initiative both to start projects and when it comes to communicating. It also favors them especially in their studies.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They are optimistic, lucky (if Venus does not make negative aspects), sociable and balanced. Their first impression on people is usually good. They are attractive individuals who take great care of their physical appearance and they also have good taste. There is also an excessive search for pleasure and comfort with this position. These individuals may have many admirers!

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They are impatient, straightforward and independent people. They have a lot of energy, initiative and they do not give up easily. They can get angry easily and can become quite aggressive… so they should learn to tame themselves. Negative aspects can indicate conflicts with the father or with someone with masculine energy. The father figure may have been present, but was absent at important moments of their lives.

𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are spontaneous, charismatic, optimistic, lucky, generous and ambitious. They have a great sense of humor and are born leaders. They tend not to pay much attention to details as they pay more attention to the big picture. They also tend to gain weight regardless of what type of aspects this planet has due to the large muscle mass they possess.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They are responsible, reserved, demanding, ambitious, lonely, autonomous and pessimistic. They like to be in control of everything and want to be recognized for their merits. They have a hard time being tolerant and tend to be on the defensive all the time. These people find it hard to get everything they want, so many of them have low self-esteem and often do not consider themselves physically attractive. Negative aspects may indicate power ab*se by the father, a person with masculine energy, an older person or with a person with much more power than the individual.

𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

The lives of these individuals often change unexpectedly, especially in their first years of life. They have an explosive temperament and tend to seek new experiences. These people are courageous, transparent, eccentric, restless, unpredictable, rebellious and quite selfish. They are freedom-loving and hate being told what to do.

𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are dreamy, intuitive, sentimental, tolerant and scattered. They tend to influence others without them being aware of their influence and have high expectations of themselves. Depending on each case, negative aspects may indicate the early use of toxic substances such as dr*gs and alc*h*l.

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people do not like to be controlled by anything or anyone. They have a great desire for self-realization, they are attracted to power and have a great presence. They are extremists, distrustful, domineering and persevering. You either love or hate these individuals; there is no middle ground. They could have had a very dark early life so, depending on what kind of aspects they have, they can cope with their traumas or they can have a very hard time overcoming them.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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thesleepiicatsys · 1 year

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A tonetag masterlist !

What are tonetags, How do I use them?

Tonetags are usually a sign off on a message to show which tone one has used! This helps people who cannot tell tone over text!

Why are people so persistent on using them?

It helps a lot of people! If they misunderstand something it could upset them! Be mindful!

What are some common Tonetags, What do they mean?

/g, /gq = genuine, genuine question

/j = Joking

/hj = Half joking

/ij = Inside joke

/cj = coping joke (commonly used after trauma jokes)

/lhj = Light hearted joke

/srs = Serious

/s, /sarc, /sar = Sarcastic/sarcasm

/hsrs = Half serious

/nsrs = not serious

/lh = Lighthearted

/l, /ly, /lyr = lyrics

/nay = not at you (when something isn't directed to you)

/ay = at you (when something it directed towards you)

/nbh = nobody here (commonly used after a vent towards someone to show it is not directed towards them, or to point out nobody in the group or place)

/dir = directed

/ndir = not directed

/safe = safe to click or open, (links or spoiled things)

/cur = Curious

/np = not pushing

/nf = not forced

/nfa = not forced answer

/nfta = not forced to answer

/rh, /rt = rhetorical question

/rt = retweet or rhetorical question

/pa = passive aggressive

/npa = not passive aggressive

/f, /fake = fake

/q, /quote = quote

/ref = reference

/ncm = not comparing, not competing

/c = copypasta, or caps lock

/li = literally

/hy, /hyp = hyperbole

/pc, /pos = Positive connotation

/nc, /neg = negative connotation

/neu = neutral connotation

/opn = opinion

/sugg = suggestion

/gs = genuine suggestion

/nbr = not being rude

/ot = off topic

#tone tags #tone indicators #queer artwork #actually osdd #osdd memes #osddid #osdd things #osdd tag #osdd system #osdd support #osdd stuff #osdd protector #out of context discord #its the neurodivergency #autism #adhd problems

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theoldlesbianwithcats · 1 month

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the most recent bout of gs discourse has honestly made me spiral badly. being called privileged over and over for what? being essentially exiled from society for refusing to fuck men?

Hi anon!

Yeah I get it :( It's so tiring that they keep telling us to have empathy even though 99% of "lesbian" representation (fictional or not) is non-gold star so we already know their side and their excuses (and what a slippery slope it is...), while it's obvious they don't care about any of the lesbophobia we face and have no problem spitting lesbophobic rhetoric at us.

My solution to all the negativity is to create super self-indulgent things: write a song, sketch a comic strip, imagine your perfect lesbian movie, make a lesbian couple in The Sims... Get your feelings out and make your imagination work basically, no matter how high or rusty your skills are, it's super fun :D

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eds6ngel · 9 months

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completely contradictory ୨♡୧

eddie munson x fem!reader.

summary: after helping eddie through a panic attack, you guide him through the ways of positive self-perception.

warnings: fem!reader. r's hair is in a bun, but no other physical descriptions. no use of y/n. no use of pronouns. swearing. established relationship. panic attacks. eddie has undiagnosed anxiety. 5-4-3-2-1 technique. talks of negative and positive perceptions and self-perceptions. food mentions. mentions of sm*king and dr*gs. angst. hurt. fluff. happy ending!! [3k].

author's note: i do not have diagnosed anxiety. i have friends who do, so my knowledge is based off of what i have learnt from them. if there's any inaccuracies in terms of descriptions or language, please do lmk in the comments. otherwise, enjoy!!

Since you had band practice after school, you and Eddie agreed (much to his dismay) that you would ride over to his trailer when you were finished, your club sometimes running later than intended.

The rain was pouring against your car window, wipers speeding back and forth to re-direct the rain to the corners where they didn’t fog your vision.

Although you loved November time, the downpours that regularly infiltrated Hawkins were not the nicest. Especially when you had to travel somewhere.

You pulled into Forest Hills Trailer Park, your wheels pushing through the stodgy, mud-flooded grass, taking a right turn and parking up next to Eddie’s infamous white and green van.

You open your door, the rain blowing directly into your face as you slam it shut, making a run for Eddie’s front door, which luckily had shelter covering the porch.

Even though Eddie persisted you enter his place freely, you were brought up with respect and manners. So, to not frighten your boyfriend or his uncle if he was home, you rapped three times against the wood, awaiting a response.

However, you receive none. You assumed it was the rain, Eddie most likely being in his room, perhaps meaning he couldn’t hear you over the beginning thunderstorm.

You tried again, your knuckles hitting against the wooden door, but neither Eddie nor Wayne responds.

Knowing that Eddie was home, you begin to throw your taught manners out of the window, entering the small trailer, your panic now rising.

“Baby?” you shout into the open space, “It’s only me, sweetheart!”

Yet, you’re still met with silence. Wayne always hung out in the living room, so he must’ve been working. But, Eddie never goes anywhere without his van. You always joked about how he was allergic to walking.

You quietly pace down the small hallway, twisting the handle to Eddie’s room to find the door locked. Pressing your ear against the wood, from inside, you can hear shallow breaths, your imagination running wild at the situation you had encountered many times in your life.

You were pretty sure that Eddie had anxiety, but the costs of getting a diagnosis were sky high. Not to mention the inaccuracies in the diagnostic criteria. Eddie was a charismatic, extroverted guy. You already had a sinking feeling that they would write it off as nothing.

You softly knock, making sure not to startle him, even if he already had heard your many knocks at the front door from beforehand. “Honey, it’s only me. If you can, can you unlock the door for me, please?”

However, there’s no scuffling of the feet, no movement, just the same rapid breaths.

“Fuck,” you grit out to yourself in a mumble, quickly thinking of a way to get through to him. You definitely weren’t gonna knock his door down, Wayne would be anything but impressed.

A lightbulb flickers in your head as you reach to the back of your hair, pulling out one of the bobby pins keeping your bun in place.

You bend it outwards and slot it into the lock, twisting and fiddling until you heard a click. You remove the bobby pin, grabbing the handle with your other hand and pulling it down, the door budging open.

You make sure to open it as slow as possible, not wanting to raise Eddie’s anxieties.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him in this state, it continues to break your heart every time. He’s sat in the corner of his room, legs crossed, arms folded over perched on his legs with his head positioned in the small gap he made for himself.

You rush over to him, kneeling down and softly speaking, “Baby, it’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe. Can you lift your head for me?”

His head rises from between his arms, tears streaming down his face, eyes red raw as his breathing remains rapid, him still not looking at you, staring off into the distance.

“Can I touch you or not?” you ask, to which he responds with a shake of the head, you shuffling back slightly to give him the space he needed. “Okay, we’re gonna do a deep breath in and out and then our technique. You ready?”

He doesn’t respond, but you know from experience that he wants to get out of the situation as quick as possible, the sinking feeling making him feel like utter shit.

“Okay, in,” you start, breathing in yourself so he can replicate you, which he does. “And, out,” you say, him letting the air flow out of his mouth, the anxieties moving out into the atmosphere.

“Okay, five things you can see baby,” you start, him finally moving his eyes from the fixated position in the distance. “Umm… You, my bed. Shit…” he mumbles, you reassuring him, “Take your time, it’s okay.”

“Uh… my magazine, Anthrax poster, and… Screaming for Vengeance.”

“Great, now breathe in and out again,” you say, the two of you inhaling and exhaling before you move onto your next question. “Good honey, good. Now, four things you can touch.”

“Umm…” he thinks, his breathing beginning to become more regulated, “You… again,” he shyly says, trying to come up with new answers, but knowing you were there was such a comfort for him. How could he not name you?

“The floor, my own arm, and… my dresser.”

“Good job. In and out,” you repeat, before moving on, his breath much more steady now, his answers becoming quicker and clearer. “Three things you can hear.”

“You… the rain and the birds,” he says, finally looking up into your eyes, whispering out, arms outstretched, “Can you hold my hands?”

You don’t say a word, simply slotting yours between his. His hands are clammy, covered in sweat. Not that you mind, of course, but it’s a reminder of how bad these hurt him. You wish you could just take it away, or take it on for yourself. You hated seeing him like this. It hurt a lot.

You don’t even need to tell him anymore, him closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in and out. “Two more to go, sweetheart. You’re almost there. Two things you can smell.”

“My cologne and your perfume.” Even though it was an anxiety calming exercise, his answer made you melt. His room had such an array of smells from smoke to the kebabs he ate last night, even to his weed. But, the only thing that mattered was the smell of the two of you. But, that’s what love is, right? Everything else sort of fades away, the only things existing being you and him.

He breathes in and out for the final time, you reminding him, “One thing you can taste.”

“The pizza I ate when I got home.”

“Great, amazing,” you say, the words of encouragement causing him to let out one big final sigh, him shaking his head as if to release the final anxieties and tension out of his brain.

“How we doing, my love? Scale of 1-10?”

“Better,” he replies, “Still feel like shit, but at least it’s not like that. A solid five, I suppose.”

“Explanation or distraction?” you ask softly, knowing that his answer differentiates by the day. Sometimes he is extremely open, telling you exactly the causation of the attack. Others he hides it in for a while, wanting to focus on something else to let his mind wander for a while, usually coming to you a couple days later explaining everything.

“Umm… Explanation is probably better,” he chuckles a little, “I mean, I’ll need to fix something anyway that caused this.”

“Okay,” you whisper, standing up and holding out a hand, using all your strength to pull him up off the floor. You both walk hand in hand over to his bed, taking a seat on the edge as you motion to him, “Arms up.”

He slowly drags them above his body, you taking off the Hellfire t-shirt that was clinging to his sweaty frame. This was practically a routine for you two now. You knew his attacks caused his entire body to become super sensitive, as well as the overwhelming heat that had overtaken him, so it was better for him to let himself breathe a little.

Not willing to leave his side, you shuffle behind him, removing the black scrunchie from your hair, the bun your hair was once styled in now being let free. Although full of knots, you grab the curls that framed his face, pulling them to the back of his head, wrapping them around your hand.

You press a gentle kiss to his shoulder, telling him, “Go ahead. I’m listening,” as you get to work on your styling task.

He sighs out, “I was trying to learn Raining Blood, and then the fuckin’ tape jammed up on me, not that I was doing so well anyway,” he critiques himself, you humming along, not so much in agreement, but in acknowledgement.

“So, I was already fuckin’ stressed as hell. Was putting Sweetheart back on her stand, and I just look up and look like absolute shit. Suppose it all just set me off.”

By the time he was finished explaining, his hair was now up in a messy bun, giving his neck some breathing room as you wrap your arms around his torso, pressing another kiss to his shoulder.

“You’ve heard of the phrase ‘practice makes perfect,’ right?” you ask him, about to go on one of your insightful conversations.

He hums in response, “’Course I have. Why?”

“Well, you ever thought about the pressure that inadvertently gives you?” you ask, Eddie looking a little confused at your thought. Although, he’s certain he’ll understand by the end. He was accustomed to your weird, but enlightening sentiments that you randomly blurted out in your life. It was one of the many things he loved and adored about you.

“Like, the pressure that you have to keep going and going until you mastered something to upmost perfection. As if you can play a solo as amazingly as Brian May, despite him creating it to his playing ability? Perfect doesn’t exist, it really doesn’t. It’s simply what another person perceives.”

He turns around, now facing you, your arms flailing about as you ramble your insight out, “You know when you play guitar for someone and you mess up, and when you point it out, the other person usually goes ‘Oh, I never even noticed?’ That’s perception. That’s how every single thought and action you make in your life plays out.”

You take his hands in yours, sighing as you twiddle with his thumbs, “I’ve been doing some reflecting lately sweetheart, and it’s made me realise a lot. A hell of a lot,” you scoff, slightly shaking your head as you think of the ways the world works.

“A pro-guitarist will notice your mistake and critique you on it, a non-guitarist will not even take notice. And honestly, the same applies for anything, everything you do is down to the interpretation of someone else. I’ll give you example, my love.”

“Okay,” he responds, looking into your eyes, slowly beginning to understand your train of thought. “Say a girl, around our age, walked down the street. She was dressed very feminine, blonde hair, blue eyes, just an extremely sunny-looking person. She walked past you and went ‘Hey, I really like your style.’ Would you feel that she is complimenting you or mocking you?”

Eddie simply sits there in astonishment. He knew what his immediate reaction would be considering the general consensus around his pure existence in Hawkins. “Umm… Yeah, I would assume mocking. Of course I would. Everyone in this town fucking hates me, sweetheart.”

“But, you assumed the same when you met me, didn’t you? When I told you that you seemed cool.”

“Shit…” he mumbles out, letting his head fall into the crook of your shoulder, “I think I see where you’re going with this…”

“You were wrong, because I always meant it, I still do now. I love you to pieces, baby,” you say, lifting his head up and cupping his cheeks, “So, knowing that you perceived me as being negative when I wasn’t, who’s to say that the voices in your head aren’t also wrong?”

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, moving your right hand to sit comfortably on his thigh, “I think you’re beautiful, Wayne thinks you’re beautiful, your friends think you’re beautiful. Nobody, your friends and I especially, chose you for no reason. We love you, and we thought you were the coolest person on the planet, so we chose to start a relationship with you, whether that be platonic or romantic.”

He leans his forehead against yours, trying not to let the tears spill down his cheeks again. Although, this time would be out of complete appreciation and happiness, rather than solemness.

“So, whenever you look at yourself in that mirror and think ‘I look like shit,’ you have to tell those voices they are wrong. I think you look pretty as shit right now,” you say, kissing the underside of his jaw. “That’s for one. Two, tell those voices, ‘Fuck you, because I have a girlfriend that thinks I’m hot as hell and a bunch of friends who chose me and find me extremely cool.’ Because, the more we spend time with ourselves, the more we fall into critiques. But, if we remember who chose us, we’ll think of many more positives to ourselves.”

“Jesus, how did I score myself the smartest girl on Planet Earth?” he questions, you giggling as you lean back, getting off of the bed and holding out your hand, “C’mere.”

He doesn’t question anything, taking your hand as you lead him over to his mirror.

You stand beside him, you squeezing his hand as you say, “What would you say is your favourite hobby? If you had to pick one.”

He chuckles, “Jesus babe, that’s like choosing a favourite child,” you laughing as you remind him, “Well, parents do secretly have a favourite child.”

He squints his eyes, deep in thought before looking down, “Sorry Sweetheart, D&D takes the reign on that one.”

You frown, looking at the guitar itself before looking back up at your boyfriend, “She’ll be okay. She can handle the critique.” You smile, “Okay, now what do you specifically like about D&D?”

And as if like clockwork, you grin proudly as Eddie starts to list off his reasons. “I get to create cool campaigns, and have complete control over every design. Like, I could choose a Demogorgon for one campaign, but then Vecna for my next one. The extremes can be insane. Also, I get to hang out with my friends, and have a great fuckin’ laugh. We get really enthusiastic about it, y’know? And yeah, just… good times.”

You look up at him softly, hugging his arm as you say, “See? Was that so hard?”

He gazes down at you, before simply speaking without words, cupping both of your cheeks and pulling you in for a long kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, almost feeling the love and appreciation through his lips. Once the two of you apart, you lean your foreheads against each other once again, Eddie’s lips not deciding whether they want to remain in a shocked state or creep up into a smile.

“Shit… I love you,” he blurts out, those being the first words to show his sign of appreciation, “I just… Thank you. I really don’t deserve you— Wait, fuck, yes I do. What am I talking about? Of course I fuckin’ do,” he rambles, placing a quick peck to your lips again.

The pair of you giggle like school children, both of your hands cupping the other’s cheeks, the closeness feeling like a warm home. “What I am trying to say is I love what you just did. Do you know how many years I have beat myself up for stupid shit? I’ll have one zit on my face and think my life is fuckin’ over. But, you won’t care, Gareth won’t care, Dustin won’t care, nobody will care. The only people who will care will be the ones that already fuckin’ hate me with a passion.”

You nod as you remain leant against his forehead, him continuing his own rant, “I could do anything for the people that hate me, and they would still hate me. Hell, I could join the fuckin’ basketball team and Jason would still bully me.”

“Exactly baby, now you’re getting it,” you say, “And, if someone came up to me and said I looked like shit, you would give them hell for it, right?”

“’Course I would. You’re the prettiest, most beautiful girl on Earth. They’re blind if they can’t see that.”

You lean back, moving your arms to around his neck, his falling to your waist, “So, why not do the same to yourself? When those voices start bullying you in your head, you just go ‘Fuck off, that’s not true. I’m a good person and I have people in my life who can prove that.’”

He nods in response, “Yeah, shit, yeah… Yeah, I’ll start doing that. Fuck… Thank you sweetheart, I love you so goddamn much.”

You give him another peck on the lips, “I love you too. But do remember, this isn’t gonna be a linear thing. This will sometimes bite you in the ass. So, if you ever find a day where you can’t fight the voices, call me and I’ll come do the work for you, okay?”

He hums in response, the anxieties finally gone. It was always gonna be you that helped him. Even if this was an inner healing thing, he wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. And that’s why he’s made a promise to never let you go, no matter what happens. He’s gonna marry you one day, get to show off a ring on his finger as proof, because you were a part of him, and he was a part of you, and he never wants that to change.

i hope you enjoyed!! again, lmk if anything is inaccurate in the comments!!

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When I see those two on stage especially tonight at the rodeo the amount of applause G got omg it’s crazy. All I can think about is Blake an how things are so different for him how he must be busting with joy to have a wife who so respected and loved. Every person wether it’s a tv reporter or radio dj that she has interviewed with especially the latest ones started by saying how much they love GS. I mean people just gush about her an you know it’s true no one speaks badly or negatively about her. I can’t believe B doesn’t exploded on stage sometimes she looked gorgeous tonight as always I can’t wait to see more clips.

I remember the discussions Blake and Rob had in the beginning when Gwen joined Blake on stage for GAABMH. They both were just flabbergasted.

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sorry i cannot comprehend anything abt whatever awsten is doing ever but geoff. blink twice if u are being held hostage

geoff baby are you still able to blink :(? im worried about you my poor little bow wow blink twice if youre still conscious enough to understand what im saying to you baby. oh my god

#the stories coming out of the m&gs are so. baddddd 😭😭😭😭😭#LET GEOFF GO SET HIM FREE THIS IS DOG CRUELTY #mail time!#neg

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In the Clouds Again (2)

(TopGun: Maverick Imagine)

Chapter 2

Rooster x you

Summary: You’ve been grounded since having your wings clipped 2 years ago for disobeying orders. Now you’re ordered back to TopGun to train along with the best pilots in the Navy for an impossible mission. You aren’t surprised to see Rooster again but that doesn’t mean you are prepared.

Prologue, Part 1

“Hey girl, you going to take it easy on me?” You pat the side of the F18. You had finished your pre-inspection. Now you were just making proper introductions.

“Those other pilots don’t appreciate the classics. What do you say we show them what we’re made of?” You start the engine and as soon as you are signaled, you take off.

You feel the small bump when you run out of the runway and suddenly, you’re in the sky again for the first time in two years. The anxiety you had, melts away. You practice some quick dives and banks before Maverick calls you into position.

You positioned yourself into a combat spread. “Behind you Phoenix,” you announce to the aviator although you were sure Bob, her RIO, had already spotted you.

Maverick had already demolished three other teams before naming Phoenix next. Phoenix had fist-bumped you when you were named her wingman, but you didn’t miss the slight hesitation in her eyes. You tried to not take it to heart.

“Maybe he’ll go easy on you Doc,” Hangman had smirked around the toothpick in his mouth. “I can tell him for you if you want. Tell him you’re a rookie again.” Hangman had taunted.

You rolled your eyes and waved off the blonde. “Maybe so. Or maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two,” you had winked at the cocky blonde. Hangman had only scoffed.

Flying was doing a hell of a job washing away your fears, but you still worried Hangman’s words held some truth.

“Let’s go find Maverick,” Phoenix snaps you out of your thoughts. She increases her speed, and you do the same. You hold your defensive position behind her while looking around for the instructor. He had to be somewhere close.

“Were you guys looking for little old me,” Maverick appears suddenly from underneath and splits the two of you apart. The maneuver causes your jet to rock in the air.

Maverick begins his pursuit of Phoenix. “Doc where are you?” Phoenix grinds out. She was maneuvering her jet from side to side trying to evade the missile lock.

As soon as you regain control of your jet, you immediately increase your speed to reengage. “Phoenix, get ready to bank right.” You call out, rapidly approaching the pair. “Bank right!” You holler and you barrel-roll over Maverick before banking left. You and your partner have split again but the maneuver takes Maverick off her tail. Importantly, you aren’t out of the fight yet

The instructor had read you like a book though. “Maverick’s hot on your tail, Doc.” You bank right, hard.

“You ready to show him what you got girl,” You pat the cockpit before tilting the jet’s nose down and opening the throttle. You rapidly descend into a negative G dive that helps you put space between you and your pursuer.

“You’re approaching the hard deck y/n,” Phoenix announces. You level out your plane quickly and Maverick takes advantage to gain ground on you again. Fuck, he was good.

Think, y/n think. How can you shake him off?

You decide to take a page out of the old man’s book. You quickly raise the nose of your F18, and the jet rapidly pitches vertical without initiating a climb. The maneuver keeps you stagnant in the air for a second and Maverick shoots right past you.

“Nice move, lieutenant” Maverick grunts. You smile, leveling back out and chasing after your instructor. He banks hard but you stay on him. He begins to scissor which effectively keeps you from getting missile lock, but you stay with him still.

From the observation deck, Rooster smiles watching you fly with ease. He turns to the cocky blonde sitting next to him. “You should pick your jaw off the floor.”

“Phoenix, where are you?” You grunt feeling the heavy Gs on you as you continue to bank at high speed. “Swinging around. You two flew right past us,” she laughs into the microphone.

Finally, in a last-ditch effort to shake you off, Maverick ascends directly into the line of the sun. You attempt to follow but the blinding rays burn your eyes, and you lose sight of him. Less than a second later, you hear the tone of someone getting you in their missile lock. “Gotcha Doc,” Maverick announces.

You unstrap your face mask before swearing. You should know better than to follow someone directly into the sunlight like that. Hangman was right, you are an amateur.

Before climbing off the jet, you pat the cockpit. “You did good girl. I’m the one that failed today.”

10 minutes later and you’re sweat drips onto the asphalt. Your arms are in agony. “190, 191, 192…” You’re in a daze.

Hondo puts a hand on your shoulder to let you know you're done. You collapse and roll onto your back. The clouds look different from down here.

“Doc, can I have a minute?” Maverick comes into view above you. “Yes sir,” you do your best to stand without using your arms to push yourself up. You feel a little woozy standing.

“I haven’t seen flying like that in a while. I read your file. I would have done the same.” You nod unsure of how to reply. But it’s enough for the instructor and he walks away. You stand there, trying to figure out what just happened and maybe also deciding whether you should lie down again.

“Yo Doc, drinks on me tonight.” You hear someone holler. You look up and Phoenix is a short distance away, waving you over.

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Author’s note: I’m still laying down the foundation but hopefully we will have more spicy scenes in the next chapter ;) I’m starting to like the idea of a love triangle, what do you think?

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