#ok it's done. it's done it's done it's DONE. casually explodes

[lfc21]

Slamming their car door to see how they will react.

TW: Fluff, swearing

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Virgil loved you and his precious car but what happened when you were the reason the car was about to fall to pieces, maybe.

You sat in the car patiently waiting for the perfect chance to fulfil your prank. You had been to numerous different shop and Virgil had still not noticed the phone strategically placed in a secret way; which you were glad off. You knew this would be a Tik Tok that would send you laughing in hysterics and your followers loving your relationship together. You were finally pulling into a small corner shop for a few bites to eat meaning it was your perfect chance.

"What do you want from the shop babe?" You asked with a smile as the car stopped and Virgil had finally taken his hands off the steering wheel.

"I'll have water and a salad please" He casually asked with a smile as he lazily looked at you and his phone.

"Ok babe I won't be long" You explained quickly checking your recording phone with your eyes and kissing Virgil's soft cheek. You let yourself out of the car before slamming the car door shut without a care in the world. You casually walked away with no acknowledgement of what you had just done before quickly turning back. You noticed Virgil's mouth wide open as he followed your body move around his car. You opened the door again pretending to forget what his order was.

"Babe, what did you say again?" You quickly asked before letting him have any say in the matter and his face in which stood like thunder.

"What the hell did you do?" He snapped back trying to work out what your aggressive force was about.

"When?" You asked dumbly whilst knocking your head to the side and displaying an expression of nothing else but confusion.

"Just then! You nearly took the fucking door off" Virgil explained signalling to the car door you were standing at and holding onto. You shook your head with a laugh. "Anyway I wanted a salad" he added with a cooler and collected voice rather than his protective and aggressive voice due to his precious car. You nodded in agreement before standing back and slamming the door shut again. You could have sworn the earth shook as the door made a connection with the roof. Virgil jumped in his seat at the noise before blasting the horn of the car causing you to turn around in the car park. He rolled his window down in fury.

"Y/n do you want to break my car?" He asked now hanging out of the car window so he could see you. You quickly laughed before walking over yet again waiting to see when he would explode.

"I didn't do anything" you begged with a wine wondering what it was that was getting on his nerves so much, little did he know you were more than aware.

"You have just nearly smashed my car twice in the space of two minutes" he explained as he opened the car door and stood next to it. "You shut a door like this. You know how normal people shut it" he added whilst gently closing the door with a slight push at the end. You looked up at him in complete innocence with a laugh at his protective nature.

"It was for a tik tok" you explained with a giggle as you wrapped your arms around his large torso and rested your chin along his chest. He looked down at you with a smug smirk and a shake of his head. He couldn't be mad, he quite liked your confidence to try and complete the challenge.

"I'll get you back" he explained as he led you both closer to the shop instead of sitting in a car with slamming doors. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, it went perfectly.

Hey guys 👋🏻 This is my first virgil imagine from the Tik Tok prompt list ❤️ I hope you liked this piece 💜 please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated 🥰 I'm going to Anfield to today for Liverpool v Chelsea, let's hope we win 🤞have a good day 🙏 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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[freakshowtwopointoh]

In Which Jordan and Marie are Forced To Figure It Out

*takes place at some point in episode 7 or 8 probably?? Idk lmao*

"Jordan, wait!" Marie ran after them, praying she can keep her balance on the slippery tile. They're a master of the speed walk, and she's panting heavily when she finally reaches them. "Is the infamous Jordan Li leaving a party early?"

"Back off, Moreau. Leave me alone." Their voice was cold.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Marie's brows furrowed. They hadn't been so gruff with her in a long time.

"Don't be ridiculous. The world doesn't revolve around you. Now back off." And with that, they stormed away, and she was too stunned to do anything but stare at their disappearing back.

For the entire morning of classes, Marie kept her phone off. She pretended like it was just to keep her focus on schoolwork, but in reality, she didn't know what she wanted or how she wanted it. Did she want Jordan to call? She was both disappointed and pleased she didn't hear from them while she slept. On the one hand, she was so angry at them disappearing during the stupid GodU event, forcing Marie to cover for them. On the other hand, she was glad Jordan at least stuck to their dickery rather than immediately rescinding to her. Usually, her doe eyes got her anything from Stone Cold Jordan Li, but last night was weird. And it wasn't their parents -- they hadn't even been at the event! It was just some stupid potential student thing. So it wasn't that ridiculous at all that she assumed she had done something. To be quite honest, she hadn't been paying the best attention to Jordan during the event, but there were donors to schmooze, shots to sneak, and Emma had a minor crisis with her dress that she had to help with. Once Marie had stitched the strap back on and fixed the hole in the back, she caught sight of Jordan leaving the ballroom.

She was bent over a textbook, trying to focus on what it was saying about the connection between emotion and power, when someone interrupted her.

"Moreau! I've been tryin to call you all day." Jordan looked like they had been working out all day, sweaty and stunning.

"My phone's been off. Studying." She gestured at the papers and books strewn about. They didn't seem quite appeased. "Look, if you've come to apologize about last night, don't. You have every right to have your own shit going on. I shouldn't have pried." She put her head back down, hoping that would be the end of it.

If she was really honest with herself, she was terrified about what Jordan was going to say. Her relationship with them was 99% vibes, and she had no experience with this shit. She was terrified of being their girlfriend, terrified they wouldn't want her to be their girlfriend. Terrified that she was both too much and not enough for Jordan. If she wanted to keep things casual, she had to stay casual. They were cool, right? Yeah, they had made out at basically every free moment, and they had walked around campus holding hands and talking for hours. Every thing about this, about Jordan, was intoxicating for her, and she was so fucking scared that it was all going to slip through her fingers, or explode in her face. Ironic, considering the advice she had given them just a little while ago.

"You deserve an explanation. Let's walk and talk, ok?"

Fuck. She had no reason to say no, so she packed up her stuff slowly. She wished her hands weren't so shaky. Everything made it into her bag, and she got up to walk with Jordan.

Once they got far enough away from other students, Jordan turned to Marie.

"I'm going to talk. I need you to listen." Marie nodded, trying to keep her face smooth and unaffected. "I lied last night. It was about you. It's always about you these days, Moreau. I thought I could control it, that I could be immune to you. And it's more than just you being a pretty girl. I've been with pretty girls and pretty boys and no one mixes me up like you do. I thought I was over the bullshit from my exes and my parents and that I could keep that all away from you, you beautiful, kind, amazing girl. And being with you last night, I was..." they paused. "I was jealous. And I realized, I can't do it anymore! I can't keep you away anymore, I can't watch you pull away from me anymore." They ran their fingers through their bob, not daring to look at Marie directly yet. They took a deep breath. "I am not easy to love, or to be with. I am not a boy all the time. I am not a girl all the time. I am still a messy, broken kid trying to pick up the pieces and become the person I'm going to be. I have a short temper, and I do a decent amount of drugs. And I definitely didn't expect you to come storming into my life. I wasn't ready for you, for these feelings, for this. I don't know if we will be good together, I don't know if this is going to blow up in my face but I can't do this half way anymore. I want more. I want you by my side at every event. I want everyone to know that we're together. I want to protect you when things go south, and I want to celebrate all of your successes. I want you, now and always. Will you be my partner?" They finally looked at Marie, who had tears streaming down her face.

She kissed them, gripping their jacket with an intensity that would make you think they were heading off to battle. She tasted of tears and coffee and everything they never knew they wanted. They couldn't have dreamed Marie Moreau if they tried. When they finally pulled away, she smiled impishly at them, seemingly pleased to be slightly taller this time.

"That was a yes, by the way. I want all of you, Jordan Li. Exactly as you are." And then she kissed them again, and nothing else mattered. "We are good together. I know it. I didn't see it until now, but I see it. We'll end up an old married couple, you'll see."

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[justmeinadaze]

In the Eye Of the Beholder ( Eddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Ok let me start this by saying we all agree that Joseph Quinn/ Eddie Munson is gorgeous. Lately, I've been seeing a a lot of Plus size stories with Steve and or Eddie being with a plus size reader which are all dope! I did notice a common theme though where the reader is insecure about their physique and these 2 characters need to show them how beautiful they are. Now when I was kid I did have some insecurities about my weight but that vanished pretty quickly. I love my body and like the character in this story I'm proud of what I've done with it. That's the prospective I tried to write from here.

To all my beautiful souls out there that may be struggling with their body image I want you to know that your feelings are valid. You are beautiful inside and out. And NEVER be ashamed of who you are. <3.

Warnings: Eddie feels ashamed about his body. Friends to lovers. Loss of virginity. Protected and unprotected sex (stay safe!), handjob (m receiving).

Word Count: 3,330

You and Eddie had been best friends for years. The minute you met him after he moved into the trailer park with his uncle you knew this is someone you wanted in your life forever. As you both got older, you grew more into your personalities and, of course, your bodies. Eddie started getting into metal music and what you called his “nerd vices” like Dungeons and Dragons and Lord of the Rings. You loved that 80’s synth pop and came to enjoy sports especially volleyball. You were ecstatic when you made the team. Eddie made fun of you but you knew he was proud.

Eddie shot up in height and by high school he prominently towered over you with his broad shoulders. Where Eddie went vertical your body seemed to move horizontal with your tummy and hips expanding to being bigger than what people deemed as “normal”. It genuinely didn’t bother you though or Eddie for that matter. You two would go out, filling up on burgers and milkshakes till you felt like you were going to explode. You were captain of the Varsity team at school and had some of the best stats in Hawkins. You never felt like your body slowed you down and the only opinion that matter to you was Eddies.

When the girls would giggle behind your back Eddie would shout something crass like “Hey! Ladies? I assume you’re laughing because you just don’t understand.” He gestured his hand up and down your body. “This is what a beautiful woman looks like! Maybe when you finally grow up and grow into your tits it will make sense!” You would push his shoulder playfully and he would just pretend to be confused. 

It wasn’t until your freshman year that you really started to look at Eddie that way. You noticed him casually talking to Chrissy Cunningham and you felt a fire light inside of your belly.

“You seem angry.”

“I’m not angry. I will be though if you keep pushing me!”, you snap at him.

He holds up his hands defensively. “Woah. Ok.” Eddie tosses you a sideways glance before lightly tapping your shin with his sneakers. “I don’t like her like that you know?”

You turn your head away from him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” He pushes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, smirking in your direction. 

“Look, Edward”, you sneer at him, “I don’t care who you talk to especially miss rah rah.” You move your hands like you’re shaking pom poms. His still smirking at you his grin growing the more you deny the accusation. “Whatever. I’m going home.”

As you turn, you feel his hand reach out and grip your elbow, turning you abruptly. He places a soft kiss on your lips and it feels like everything lights up in your body from your head to your toes. When he pulls back and you open your eyes you can see that same feeling shimmer through his own. You beam up at him and try to shake the arm that is still gripped in his hand. 

“Ow.”

Eddie quickly let’s go suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to grab you so hard.”

You’re the one with the smug grin now but you are so elated by what just what happened. You lean over and kiss his check. “I’m fine Eddie. I have enough cushion and I’m not made of glass.”

After that moment, the two of you finally pushed past friendship and moved into the realm of lovers. You guys went on dates and events around Hawkins. He went to all of your games even though he would rant occasionally about sports being “forced conformity”. You watched him play D & D with the Hellfire club and went to every show at The Hideout where he played with his band. One of your favorite dates was when you surprised him by taking him to a tattoo parlor just outside of the town.

“Baby! What should I get?” He shouted without looking up from the binder he was browsing. You slowly come up behind him, wrapping your arms around to his chest. He raises his left arm so you can twist your head around to see.

“Why don’t you get a nerdy one? ‘I went to Mordor and all I got was this silly tattoo’?” 

His cheeks puff out slightly as he holds in his laugh. His arm comes back around to hold you in a playful head lock. “You know, you’re hilarious. Jokes like that? Never EVER get old.”

You smile up at him as he lets you go and bends down to kiss your forehead. “Eddie, get whatever you want. I’m paying for it for your birthday.” 

He finally makes a choice and the tattoo artist brings us back to a room to get started. Eddie reaches up and takes off his Hellfire shirt, handing it to you. You freeze staring at his chest. Now, you two had definitely fooled around. His mouth had been on you and fingers inside of you. You had gone down on him multiple times but the two of you haven’t actually been naked in front of each other yet. The last time you saw him without a shirt he was 12 when you guys had gone swimming in the lake. He was a man now and the way he was currently rubbing his huge hand over his stomach wasn’t helping. 

“Hey! Stop ogling me like I’m a common hussy!” Eddie’s hands shot up to cover his pecs. You blink back to the moment, laughing at him.

��You keep looking that good and I’ll have to start treating you like one.” You follow it with a wink. 

His head dips the side and he bites his tongue. You’ve won this round. 

“Ok, Lovebirds! Either get a room or lay down dude.” The tattoo guy holds the stencil ready.

Eddie lightly slaps your ass as he heads for the chair in the middle of the room.

After that moment, it wasn’t long till you two decided you were ready for that next step. The first time he saw you fully naked in front of him was like he had discovered Atlantis. His hands and lips roamed every part of your curves and skin. His beautiful, brown eyes were full of nothing but love and compassion. You never wanted anyone else to look at you the way he does.

“Ok, um, are you sure about this? It might hurt, I’ve heard.” He was hovering just above you with his hands resting on your cheeks. Your legs were wrapped about his waist and his condom covered cock was waiting near your entrance.

“Yeah”, you whisper. “I’m ready.”

He reaches between you and slowly pushes his tip inside of you causing you both to let out a moan. Eddie starts slowly moving his hips, still guiding himself with his hand. 

“Eddie”, you groan out his name and his eyes immediately come up to meet yours.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no. I mean a little but it’s ok. That was a good moan. I promise.” 

He lets a sigh of relief and pleasure. He’s enjoying himself and he wants you to be to. It’s not long be he’s all the way sheathed inside of you. His arm comes back to other side of your head. He’s still pumping his hips incredibly slow and you can hear him murmuring things between your neck and shoulder. 

“Baby”, you reach for his face but he can only lift his head enough to rest on your forehead. “Baby, tell me what you’re saying. I can’t hear you.” His eyes are squeezed shut and you lean your lips up to meet his. “I want to hear you.”

He swallows a moan before he finally speaks. “So…good. You feel…so tight. I can’t…I don’t…”

“You don’t what, baby? Tell me.”

“I don’t want to go slow.”

You run your hands through his hair moving it so you can whisper in his ear. “Then don’t.”

With your permission now given, his hips start moving faster. You moan out his name over and over into his ear as he places his head back near your neck. You feel that coil start to tighten in your belly and you begin to grind your hips to meet his. Eddie immediately gets up on his hands like he’s about to do a push up and looks down between your bodies. He leans back down on one of his elbows as his other hand reaches down to aggressively rub your clit. You practically scream as the coil snaps. Eddies pace slows as your pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck!” he grunts out as he thrusts into you slower but harder. You grip on to his shoulders tightly as he spills into the condom with one more hard push. It takes him awhile before he realizes your chest underneath him is shaking. He lifts his head to look at you and is shocked to see you crying.

“Oh Sweetheart. I didn’t…I shouldn’t have been so rough. I’m sorry. I—”, Your hand comes up to cover his mouth. 

“I’m not crying because you hurt me. I’m just”, you move your hand and replace it with your lips. “I’m just happy. I love you, you idiot.”

He grins down at you as he wipes away your tears. “I love you to, mean.”

It was now a few years later. You made it into a college with a scholarship thanks to your sport and stellar grades at Hawkins High. Eddie was working at a record shop just around the corner from the apartment you both shared. He still played guitar hoping one day to become a serious musician. You both couldn’t be happier… or so you thought. 

Eddie had been a little out of sorts lately. He had told you he was just exhausted from the shifts he’s been working but it still didn’t sit right with you. You didn’t want to push him. You figured he’d tell you if something was really wrong. You should have known better. After all these years, you know Eddie is going to wait until his top blew and tonight seemed to be that night. 

You were working on some schoolwork at your desk when Eddie had stomped in from work slamming the front door behind him. The sound of him banging cabinet doors echoed from the kitchen. You make your way towards that area and lean in the doorframe, your arms folding across your chest. 

“So, not a good day then?” You say casually as he pops the top of some whiskey and pours into a small glass. 

He turns his body towards you and leans against the counter. “What gave it away?” He replies sarcastically as he takes a sip. Oh, he wants to fight. He’s angry about something and you want to help him get it out so you decide to play his game.

“Should I let finish your little tantrum or would you finally like to tell me why you’ve been so upset?”

Eddie chugs the rest of his drink and reaches over to pour another. “You know that little attitude”, he gestures at you with his finger, “isn’t helping.”

“Says the guy stomping around and slamming things like a 2-year-old.”

“If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. I don’t need you to mother me.”

“Then grow up and tell me what’s going on!” 

Eddie abruptly lifts his arm and throws the empty glass against the wall, shattering it behind you. You turn around and look at the mess. This completely new behavior. He’s never done anything like this before. When you turn back to meet him everything about him as changed. He no longer seems angry just extremely disappointed in himself as he realizes he fucked up. 

You open your mouth as a million different things run through your head. You’re worried about him but you’re also angry. You want to scream at him for crossing a line but you’re so confused at where this is coming from. You want to say something sassy so he feels as hurt as you do right now but you know he must be hurting already if it got to this point. You have so many things to say but all you manage to get out is a stern and forceful, “No.”

You turn and make your way towards the bedroom, him following hurriedly behind. “Y/N. Y/N, please! I am so sorry.” You try and slam the door in his face but he firmly blocks it with his palm. “Hey! Come on! Just talk to me.” He reaches for your arm and you angerly pull it away. You head for the closet and pull out our suitcase throwing it on your bed. When you turn to head back to grab some clothes, you barrel straight into Eddie’s chest as he grabs your shoulders. “Please! I just want to talk.”

You shove him away from you with all the strength you have. “NOW you want to talk?! After weeks of moping around and coming home today like this, now you want to talk?!” You push his chest again. “I figured ‘hey if it’s important he’d tell me ‘But I guess I was wrong if it’s bad enough for you to do… something… like …that!” In the middle of each word, you push at his chest again. “You do NOT get to do that, Eddie!”

You push your suitcase to the floor and sit on the bed crossing your arms again. You’re trying so hard not to cry but this may be a battle you end up losing. Eddie moves to your desk and slides the desk chair over till it’s directly in front of you and takes a seat. 

“How did you do it?” His question cutting through the silence. 

“Do what?”, you huff without look at him. 

“When the kids at school would make fun of you. How did you not let it bother you? You’ve always been so confident in who you are. I just…” he cuts himself off.

You look at him then. He’s leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His gaze looking through the floor into the past. 

You uncross your arms and shrug slightly. “I don’t know. I mean, it just never really bothered me. It’s my body not theirs and I’m proud of what I’ve done with it. Being big never stopped me from getting what I wanted. School, sports, you.” His eyes shift up to lock with yours. “Is someone making fun of you? Because you know I will kill them!”

He grins at you letting out a breathy laugh. “No, sweetheart, no one’s making fun of me.” He lets out a strong exhale as you reach out to take his hand in yours. “Occasionally, these kids come into the store and I listen to them talk. They’re into things I’ve never even heard of and then one of the new guys they hired is ripped with like this 6 pack. I just feel old and insecure.”

“First off, Edward Munson, you are 22 so calm down.” You both laugh. You stand up and pull at his hand to do the same. You guide him towards the bathroom and turn him so he’s facing the mirror. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?” He meets your eyes in the mirror shaking his head no.

You reach over and pull his shirt over his head so his chest is fully exposed. You come up behind him and reach around to run your hands down his chest over his tattoos. He closes his and lets out breath through his nose. You kiss his back down to his spine and circle around his side to his tummy. You trail up his stomach till you reach his chest. “I see a good heart who’s been there with me through everything. A beautiful stomach that has housed so many burgers and pizza in high school that we thought we’d puke.” His stomach vibrates against you as he laughs. You hop up on the counter and pull him closer to you with your legs. You run your hands down his back. “I see a strong sexy back that I get to kiss every morning.”

You unbutton his pants and push them down with your feet as your run your nails up his arms that are now placed on either side of you on the counter. “These arms that have carried me every time I was tired, sick, or even when it’s raining and you don’t want me to get my feet wet.” You rub your foot along his hairy leg. “These legs have run to me so many times when you get excited to see me and pick me up to give me a kiss. These particular legs also kicked Jason Carver’s ass when he called me a fat slut.” 

He chuckles at the memory. “Fucking asshole.”

You smile at him then realizing that almost all of the tension he had previously seems to have disappeared. You lean forward taking his cock in your hands. The sudden contact makes him twitch as he licks his bottom lip. You use your other hand to snake around his neck and pull down so his lip are close to yours. “This cock”, you continue in a low seductive voice that makes him growl from his throat. “Your cock has made me cum so many times and so hard that you’ve brought me to tears.” You bring your hand up to lick your palm, bringing it back between his legs as you pump your hand at a faster pace.

“Eddie, look at me.” His eyes shoot open as he lets a lets out a moan above your lips. “I love you for you. I always have. I don’t care about your physical structure or any of that cosmetic crap. The fact that you are handsome is just an added bonus. To me you ARE perfect. Fuck everyone else.” 

He reaches down to stop your hand and lifts you up from the counter to carry you into our bedroom. After throwing you to the bed, he reaches up to tug down your shorts and panties. He pulls you by the ankles towards the edge the bed where he is stands and grins as you giggle up at him. He brings his hand to his mouth and spits into his palm as he lubricates himself. You open your legs wide displaying your already wet pussy as you bite your bottom lip. 

He guides himself into you bottoming out with one push. You both let out a moan as he sets a brutally quick pace. He reaches around with his hand to rub your clit with his thumb. You shout his name as you cum, your body shaking. Eddie pushes your legs together pressing them to your chest as he thrust into you as harder as he can before he releases inside you. He falls on the bed next to you as you both pant trying to catch your breath. 

His head turns to look at you and you do the same. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. “I honestly didn’t know how to say it. It felt stupid. I felt stupid.”

You bring his hand to your lips, kissing the back of it gently. You roll to your side and scoot closer to him using your other hand to caress his cheek. “Baby, it’s not stupid. You’re not stupid. You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“I know.”

“Now if you ever throw anything at me again, I will stab you.”

He laughs as he lets you go to hold up his hands defensively. “Okay. Okay. Fair! I better go clean that up.” He bends over to pull up his boxers kicking his pants to the side. He lingers in the doorway. “I’m going to make it up to you. Dinner on me, okay? How does some greasy burgers sound?”

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[munsonsreputation]

hi kay! how are you, my love?

you got me thinking a lot about taylor swift songs that give steve harrington vibes! (like 80% of the time i'm thinking about it, and 20% of the time i'm waiting for someone to mention taylor to start thinking about it again). well, this one is not happy, but have you ever thought of the last time? he's at her front door, lots of angst, and lots of heartbreak.

(i promise i'll think of something happy)

effie, this request literally BROKE ME...this is such a Steve song and imo the most underrated song on Red TV. Please, please, please, slide into my inbox so we can discuss which taylor songs are steve vibes!!!

anyways, I really hope you like this...thank you for this incredibly heart wrenching ask 😭💘

Steve didn’t know how he got here, right in front of your doorstep, but somehow the roads always led him here. 

To you. 

He tried to forget you, exactly how you told him to, time and time again, but he just couldn’t. His heart couldn’t let you go, no matter how hard he tried. No matter how many other dates he went on. No matter how many meaningless conversations he had with strangers. No matter how many people he kissed. 

He always wanted you. 

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t love you, because he did. He was madly and irrevocably in love with you. But he was also stupid. He said things he didn’t mean. He made you cry a countless amount of times. And he broke your heart over and over again with no remorse. 

He didn’t deserve you. 

But still he knocked. 

You stared down the hallway, chest rising deeply as you knew exactly who it was on the other side. He always had a habit of showing up at ridiculous hours of the night. Hours that you were awake, and he knew that. For a second you contemplated ignoring him, walking towards your bedroom and tucking yourself into bed in hopes of never seeing him again. 

But you didn’t do that. 

The doorknob turned and there he was. Hands in his pockets, a deep breath leaving his mouth, and a tight-lipped smile on his face. 

“Sorry, if I woke you.” 

Sorry, Sorry, Sorry…always fucking sorry. 

You didn’t bother explaining why you were still up, just moving aside to let him in and he did so casually. Walking past you, then stepping into the middle of your living room, watching you lock and latch the door shut. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Your voice was filled with exhaustion and you sure as hell looked like it, too. Dark circles under your eyes, baggy clothing practically flooding your body, and eyes that didn’t even dare to meet his. 

He remained there, stuttering over his thoughts as he tried to come up with a plausible answer, “I-I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” 

You couldn’t help the breath of air that pushed strongly out your nose and the dreadful grunt that followed it. He couldn’t possibly be trying to make that his excuse, was he? 

“Am I ok? Let me think, Steve?” You paused, eyes darting up to the ceiling before finally glaring at him. 

“I’m not ok and you know that.” 

He wasn’t a stranger to this type of behavior coming from you, and he knew he deserved it. It was just surprising to see you show it so early in the conversation. Usually you’d put up a front before exploding, but tonight was different. 

Steve gulped, removing his hands from their confines and tangling them nervously together in front of him. 

“I know, and I’m sorry—“ 

“Sorry?” Your voice snapped, causing his eyes to widen slightly as you stalked towards him closer, finger pointed to him like a weapon. 

You were angry. 

You were sad. 

You were tired. 

And you were done with Steve Harrington. 

“Do you understand how much pain you’ve caused me?” 

He didn’t have the guts to look you in the eyes now, turning his head to the coffee table to the left of him in hopes of avoiding you, but your words didn’t stop. 

“Do you know what it’s like to have your heart broken by the same person over and over again in a blink of an eye? Oh, wait, you don’t because you’re the one doing it to me.” 

Steve closed his eyes, shaking his head, “That’s not my intention and you know that—“ 

“No!” Turning your back to him as you trudged away, fingers tugging at your roots with how stupid he was trying to tell you you were wrong

He followed you, stupidly, and planted his hands on your shoulder, attempting to turn you to face him once again. 

“Get off me!” You growled, slapping his hand away roughly, he almost looked offended. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He ordered, hands resting on his hips, looking at you with that fucking face that made you so angry you wanted to slap him, but you couldn’t and you wouldn’t let him do this to you. 

“Tell me, what’s your intention, Steven? Show up at my doorstep when the girl you went on a date with wasn’t interesting enough for you? When you realize that I’m who you want? How many times have we been over this, Steve?” 

You were right and he couldn’t even answer it. Just staring at you, looking at you as if you were insane. 

“I’m done, Steve.” You spoke tiredly, stepping away from him, heading for your bedroom. 

Opening drawers and pulling out all his belongings he had left behind after every night he stayed and he watched you do it, not even trying to stop you. 

“I’m done being the doormat that you walk all over and use. I’m done being your emotional support. I’m done talking you through bad dates, all while I’m the one in love with you. I’m done waiting for you to wake up and realize that I loved you.” 

His shirts and pullovers thrusted into his chest as he spoke desperately. 

“I love you—“ 

“No, you don’t!” You began to cry, frustrated at the fact that he wasn’t getting it through his thick skull and so you had to walk away from him again. Back down the hall to where it began, with him trailing behind you. 

“You love that I’m a convenient person to have around for you to use when you need me. But you don’t love me.” 

His brows furrowed, forehead pushed up like he was forgetting his memory all of a sudden. “That’s not true.” 

You laughed up at the ceiling, fingers harshly wiping the tears off your cheeks as your mind began to reply to multiple nights you’d find yourself crying over Steve, then the next kissing him to make yourself feel better. 

“Nancy? Heather? Rebecca? Shauna? Brooke? Steve, you went on dates with all of those girls even though you told me you loved me and that I was the only person you wanted to be with. Yet you never made me your girlfriend. You never even tried. You used me and I was too dumb to realize it.” 

Steve knew you were right. You saw right through him and you probably even knew deep down in your heart that he had just arrived from another horrible date, hoping to find comfort with you. 

“You know how excruciating it is to watch you leave and then come back like everything is fine? Do you know what that does to a person who truly believe that you’re the only one for them yet you treat me like this?” 

Your chin was shaking as you spoke, trying to get it in his head the damage he had done. That he had been the person who broke you, never imagining he was capable of such an act.

He tried to explain himself, yet he didn’t know how to. He was never good at emotions. 

“I—It’s not like that, it’s just that….I’m scared of hurting you and—“ 

You couldn’t help but clap, taking him aback by his revelation as you stood there sobbing with a look of disappointment coating your face along with the salty tears he wanted to reach over and brush away. 

“Congratulations, Steve. You outdid yourself, really. You’ve done more than hurt me. You’ve humiliated me. Made me feel like I’m not ever going to be worthy of a real relationship. And most of all, you’ve made me hate you.” 

You never thought you could hate Steve. You loved him since the first kiss you two shared years ago, yet you also felt nothing inside. Now numb to all feelings after realizing that Steve would never commit to you or even had the intention of being together ever. He only saw you as a person he was able to fall back on because you cared so much about him. That was enough for you to know that you could no longer love him. That erasing him from your life would be better than the hookups and rebounds because it meant finally getting the peace back in your life. 

His eyes began to cloud with tears, looking at you stare at him with no emotion.

No love.

No lust.

No happiness.

No joy. 

Nothing. 

He had lost you, for real this time. 

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” voice cracking, finally turning away from him and walking towards the front door, opening it wide. 

Part of Steve wanted to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. To finally tell you, he would change. That it would just be you and him against the world like that would make everything better and the past be forgotten.

But it wouldn’t. 

You couldn’t even look at him without feeling nauseated. Knowing you had let him in time in time again being so foolish to think that the morning after he would wake up and say he wanted to be with you forever.

But that was never going to happen again. 

So Steve nodded defeatedly, footsteps heavy against the floors as he went out and only looked back to say, “sorry,” hoping that would change your mind. 

But it didn’t. 

You closed the door and never looked back. 

That was the last time. 

#MunsonsReputation #Steve Harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #steve stranger things #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #taylor swift x stranger things

[fried-eggs152]

One winter break morning started like non other, phineas Flynn and his step brother ferb fletcher sat in the backyard. Ferb wearing a black sweater with sewed on star’s and wrenches and such. Phineas on the other hand..did not want to wear a sweater or normally..pants. He wore what he usually worse since it wasn’t as cold for him. His shorts and striped shirt in the comfort of his own home too.

He swayed his arms up in the air huffing out as you could see his breath “ferb I don’t know what we’re gonna do today” he said shuffling himself to face his step-brother whome’s eyes were directed at phineas. The main course of attention, he smiled at sight, looking away as he played with his hands “ever wonder what it feels like to be a puppet?” He asks before.. ding! “Ferb, I know what we’re gonna do today!” He said swiftly jumping on his own two feet “we can turn ourselves into sentient marionettes!” He says with a wide smile as ferb struck a thumbs up “great!” He turned around and almost as if on que Isabella Garcia came in scene hair almost frizzy as her pink sweater was a little bigger than her. “Hey phineas, whatcha dooing?” She asks swooning a little, he turned his attention to her wide smile almost shining like the sun “We’re turning ourselves into marionettes!” He said “wanna join?” He asks tilting his head.

Isabella hummed a little walking towards her one and only beloved “sure!” She said happily stuffing her hands in pocket quickly. “Great!!” The red headed boy exclaimed arms quickly lifting in the air “get the gang and me and ferb will start!” He said turning around and running to grab his toolbox.

__

With one quick writing the hours quickly passed the Marionette machine was done. “Hmm felt pretty quick dont you think?” He asks ferb, who was just as confused. “Writers surely don’t have the time to get into detail perhaps?” The British said. Phineas gave ferb a very confused look, he obviously didn’t know what ferb meant by details or writers in this fact. But Before he could even speak, Buford interrupted “what is this dinnerbell?” Buford asks, “we’re turning ourselves into marionettes! Care to join, Buford?” He asks a little too eagerly as he waved his hands back and forth. Buford who was holding baljeet like a suitcase faced his gaze to baljeet “what’s our schedule.” Buford asks his nerd As Baljeet looked at a piece of paper “nothing” he said casually as if this was a normal occurrence to be held like a suitcase and be a simple calendar. “Great! Ok!..hey where’s Perry?” Phineas looks around raising an eyebrow in confusion.

—

Heinz doofenshmirtz laughing out maniacally as his nemesis was trapped “ahh Perry the platypus. As you see your bosses screen wasn’t working. Yea?” He asks cheekily leaning on Perry’s pretty spacious trap. Perry the teal platypus, raised an eyebrow at Heinz in ways to say ‘no shit Sherlock’

Heinz rolled his eyes playfully “well I introduce you, the GONE-WRONG-INATOR!” He yells, dramatically uncovering a brand new shiny inator “you see Perry the platypus, you were sleeping last time I monologued. I’ve always had bad luck. Also proven by my entire house exploding” he rambled out of context before snapping right back “besides that. I had given myself good luck for a day. Great by the way” he said chuckling “but I’ve decided why not give everyone a taste of everything they do going wrong!! What it’ll do is whatever they’re doing will go horribly wrong at that exact moment!” He said cackling. Putting his hands on his hips “but i am out of buttons so it’s just set at random shooting..” he sighed turning around “but it’s not like we haven’t shot random beams already!” He shrugged off. Perry rolled his eyes looking around of ways he could get out.

And atlas! There was. Heinz forgot to lock the cage. He swung the door open in a calm matter as Heinz turned his gaze “huh..” he let out, resting his chin on his hand “I knew I was forgetting something” he said eyelids lowering as if he’s feeling remorse for himself. Quickly he was kicked in the chest by a platypus. Letting out a grunt he was not letting this get him. He got right back up and grabbed Perry by the hands “you thought you got me this time hmmm Perry the platypus?” He said pinning the platypus to the floor. “Well not this time!!” He said chuckling out. Perry growled out trying his most to squirm out. Heinz being as tall as he is picked up Perry by the hands “watch as I cause pure chaos in the Tri-state area!!” He said walking to his inator and pressing a button. The inator powered up coming to life, turning its nob around and right to a neighbourhood.

—

Phineas was starting up the machine too ferb who was more then willing to become a puppet first. “Alright curb try not to- move?? To much!” He said happily.

He walked over to Buford baljeet and Isabella watching the machine warm up and prepare itself. Watching the machine with proud in his eyes he felt dread wash over him.

Something wasn’t right and it felt awful to phineas. The machine was perfectly ok but it felt wrong. “I’m..” he muttered out before walking over to ferb and pushing him out of the targeted ground “actually..something..” he proceeded to mumbled looking at the machine.. minutes..it would only take a press of a button to complete the process. But phineas felt lost about this dreading emotion “somethings wrong.” He said Turing his gaze to the rest of his friends. Buford and baljeet looked at each other concerned “just a second ago you were all happy about this” Buford proceeds “suddenly the vibe feels off-“ Buford adds placing baljeet down. Baljeet noted the thick atmosphere.

Phineas shrugged “I’ll just analyze the machine before we shoot ourselves with it . Make sure there’s a chance to turn back y’know?” He said.

Silence felt deafening. But before Isabella could mutter a word out a purple beam hit the machine catching everyone’s attention. The machine shook and let out zaps of electricity “that can’t be good” baljeet proceeded. The machine started breaking down which of course was not expected “I guess we could always make another I mean didn’t take me and ferb that l-“ interrupted by being shot by his own creation. And with of course an initial amount of fear because his machine was now in many random pieces “uh oh-“ he simply let out before shrinking in size.

He was now a perfectly fine marionette done with no way of turning back.

—-

Man don’t I enjoy little stories for some random art!

Marionette was inspired by that big version of Isabella’s marionette!

Part 2 maybe?

FYI I wasn’t really trying to make this story good :’]

#phineas and ferb #pnf #phineas flynn #pnf phineas #pnf fanart #pnf ferb #ferb fletcher #perry the platypus #perry #pnf perry #heinz doofenshmirtz #dr heinz doofenshmirtz #pnf doofenshmirtz #doofenshmirtz evil incorporated #dr doofenshmirtz #pnf isabella #isabella garcia shapiro #pnf buford #buford and baljeet #buford van stomm #baljeet #pnf baljeet #baljeet tjinder #marionette au #marionette

[frostbite-the-bat]

hi pls read i have a thing to ask if you're a ttcc player dont ignore bc guzma long text ok please i beg ok heart emote. the more important part ill color ok ?

hmmmm SO since im actually considering writing a thing on clash lore, mostly the past atticus stuff, comics, thomas dialogue/saggs cyger drama!! the direction it seems to be going...? clash staff's confusing or non-existant explanations or communications on their directions with it aside from "we are rewriting tasklines" (that are public, fuck one off discord messages. idk if theres any but i just wanna say this outright) and just how pointlessly hype based it is. they underdelivered this time and man! disappoint!

so, my question is, if you're still reading this post, i will rephrase shorter if nobody does -

but does anyone have any thoughts on clash lore and any of this? mind telling me about it?

there's probably still details i am missing especially oclo stuff as i haven't done that fight yet, and i only became an active player after 1.3, but i'm still allowed to be interested and have opinions, even if this lore is... hard to dig for. so if i ever discuss anything and may be missing a piece please do let me know. but that doesn't matter what i want right now are opinions.

i have spoken to my friends about this endlessly but i worry i may be in an echo chamber - and i know this isn't my toon blog but i feel better asking about it here, more casually. just for opinions.

because from what i've seen a lot of it isn't... exactly positive. but i explode if i venture into the wider fandom space myself and i won't do it for the sake of my own mental health.

love the game to bits, my passion for it is why i care so much - but i feel like some of the recent directions... could be discussed...? i don't know, i just want to make / write a thing discussing all my issues in a less rambly way. it'll still be a long ramble, but hopefully a slightly smarter sounding ramble.

i wish i could compare this to anything in the past updates, but i really can't as i haven't been playing. i logged once in 2019 then never again until early 2023. so like. i have nothing to point to from personal experience aside from being told that the time between the lawbot updates and lbhq got backlash, too.

#nobody fucking listens to me because i ramble too much but i do ask to be listened to #god...the lore is so hard to follow all arg all wiki none ingame and all ingame is accessible once a year #is hyped up #then not addressed next time #no mentions of it #im sorry why the fuck are clash writers treating this like its FNAF. #if i can compare stuff to fnaf lore even as a fnaf fan its NOT A GOOD SIGN???

[i-rate-horse-games]

starshine legacy playthrough part 1

level 1

dang these graphics are CRISP!!! this was a CD rom game??? jealous!!!

i did in fact think there was an award for “Dyke” in there

got confused because i thought the massive stairway landing counted as a floor

wow we have to explicitly demonstrate that we’re not like the other girls?? dang

HAHA showed our guts by winning at a horrible game of tag

wow ?,,, uhh, already foiled an attempt at framing the book girl… what kind of horrible school is this…

level 2 - jorvik stables

the music and ambiance is so cool and spooky and sad and mysterious

alright i tried every door in this courtyard trying to find linda and one opened so i thought i’d finally found it but . i can’t go anywhere in the arena i ended up at so i guess i haven’t found The Stables yet. rip

ah. found the door. i just hadn’t done the dialogue all the way

OH SHIT DEPRESSED HORSIE??

DEPRESSED HORSIE CAN TALK?? WHAT THE HELL

don’t worry girlie just believe in urself and riding a horse for the first time since ur injury won’t be a problem!!” last time i rode i got thrown off for the 7th time and got a concussion lmao this game knows me too well

nooooo why are they letting the transfer student get right in the saddle no questions asked

“you’ll hit the ground faster than i can say ‘white trash princess’!”

“i thought i was the white trash princess…”

ah shoot i got stuck trying to dismount and accidentally did a gesture on my touchpad that works as a back button. didn’t know it could do that

i could have sworn it said starshine would only jump if he was in a gallop, but we are clearly cantering.. odd

lisa is very carefree about what side she mounts and dismounts from

casually “hey kid! you rode the horse good! i bet you have superpowers!”

“oh i might have superpowers? lemme try this” [instantly is able to use powers on command] lisa is just built different

wow!! lisa’s ringtone is Awful!!

level 3 - the library

linda tells us to meet her at the school library after hours? book girl being a rulebreaker? way to go!

hehe the janitor humming

“i was afraid the janitor wouldn��t let you in!” so we could have just talked to him? instead of sneaking around?

mr sands is a vampire?? mr sands is immortal??

whoa starshine is immortal too?? you would think all immortals would know each other by now

level 4 where is starshine?

whoa the nighttime ambiance at the stables is so great there’s huge stars and HAHAH THERE’S THE SPOOKY LADY VOCALS I KNOW!! WOOOHOOO HELLO SPOOKY LADY

now which one of those hired arms wrote the location of their secret base on a prominently branded matchbox and left it at the scene of their crime??

sabine: “omg you can’t go after them, the parents and teachers will hate it!! so instead i’m locking you in the stable overnight. this is a good plan.”

i accidentally clipped through the floor of the watery basement sdjfksjdfhkjdfh

“we need to find a way out of the stables!!” i think i’m out haha

“i think it’s better if i go alone” no it isn’t??? hello???

[edit from the future - i now understand that lisa went alone so that her friends wouldn’t be put in the uncomfortable situation of having to report her extensive property damage and trespassing crimes]

level 5 - the industrial complex

ok we’re just breaking in . by walking in huge pipes! great! awesome! there’s those spooky lady vocals again!

oops i didn’t even notice the searchlight got me. very nice of the game to just calmly fade to black when we get spotted instead of jumpscaring me

we just exploded a huge pipe!!! awesome!

we are now walking through said huge pipe which we just exploded by buildup of steam internally! and not getting burned!

uhhhh

i don’t know where i’m supposed to be going but there’s a star down there soooo

I SHOULD NOT BE HERE????????

well if you leap into the water you only go back to the start of the water so that’s nice

OH WHAT THE HELL????????

this is a really fun escape scene but uh we fell . through the floor, it just disappeared. these are my True Powers..

rats now i gotta do it all over again

i love how there’s no falling animation, she just chillin

oh man i got so into that level that i let my laptop battery die for the first time ever… luckily it managed to save my progress somehow and i didn’t have to start the level over for the third time

 something i like about star stable franchise is how the game is less Horse Game and more Game heavily involving Horses, plot takes place surrounded by horses, which is fun

level 6 - the woods

at first i was like “i dunno, lisa, this looks like a pretty safe trail” but then it just kept getting WORSE and WORSE and OHHHH MANNNNN !!! WE SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN JUMPING THOSE CLIFFS

level 7 - the competition

surprised that the snobby rich girl is our friend and on our side now? guess our gang has a common enemy in sabine. way to go girl! unity!

ok that was really fun!! looking forward to playing the rest of the episodes!!

part 2

#starshine legacy #horse game #not a rating

[theprettynosferatu]

Dear Cis People

Cw: transphobia, assault

This is a text for cis people written by a cis person. If you're trans, non binary or have ever felt in any way not 100% aligned with your assigned birth gender, stop reading now.

Ok are they gone? I think they're gone. We're safe, fellow cisfolk. Let's take a moment to breathe and rest before moving on. Life is hard on us these hard, dystopian days.

I want to check in with my cis brothers and sisters in these turbulent times. Why, the epidemic of trans people assaulting us in bathrooms is out of control! I myself can't go into a changing room without being assaulted *at least* three times, and I now have to factor the assaults into my schedule lest I be late to the Cis Twister Parties! How are you all holding up?

See, this is just like what happened when gay marriage was being debated. Brave souls warned us it would lead to a free for all, and last week the AC repairman married one of my cats! It's very inconvenient. What do you even get a cat bride for her wedding?

Good thing I don't have to think about it because hey it didn't fucking happen.

So if you are a transphobe, let me ask you a question: what have the trans ever done to you? I mean it. Why are so many societies putting so much energy into hurting a group that wants to... be? To just exist? What kind of insane psychosexual bullshit is bubbling under the surface that drives you to do actual harm to people you've never met, pose no risk to you or anyone else? Couldn't you be using that zeal to, I don't know, try and change stuff that actually affects you? The wealth gap? Minimum wage? Healthcare costs? Fuck it, take up Magic the Gathering and go broke buying cardboard Crack like a normal person!

Where is this fear coming from? Because you do know that's all this is, right? You pretend to be defenders of children or women, but it's obvious you're fucking terrified. Of what? That you might be attracted to a trans person? Are you that fucking insecure? Do you need the world to be neat black and white binaries so much that an enby sends your entire worldview spinning? Is the idea of a female cock or a male pussy so hard to grasp?

Or is it shamefully enticing?

I mean it. I don't get it. I just... don't. How does using the right pronouns make your life worse? Are you scared you'll fuck it up? You know, you can just ask! Most people will tell you how to refer to them, and that's it. Is that so big a burden that your brain will explode from the effort? Do your eyes melt if they see a person and can't instantly put them in one of two boxes?

It's the girldick, isn't it? You're scared you'll be attracted to a trans woman and you'll be called gay by your awful friends. Let me assure you, being attracted to a trans woman doesn't make you gay, if that's your fear, cis male asshat.

Your fear would be funny if it wasn’t harmful, but it is. Even ignoring the many, many instances of individual violence against trans people and non binary people, they are facing literal systematic violence. They are denied Healthcare. They are denied rights. They are denied the ability to choose their path. No, you're statistically not a legislator; but your casual transphobia enables the cultural landscape that empower the bigots on top.

So cis people: fight. Fight for trans rights and enby rights. Fight because they're human fucking beings, just like you. Fight because it's right. And fight that fear that fuels your rage. You can be better.

And if you can't...

Well, fuck you.

[blackjackkent]

OK back on the hunt for Minsc. I would really like to get him before the next long rest, because I would prefer not to cut it too close on going to rescue Florrick before she suffers a short drop and a sudden stop.

So we're back in the sewers again; at the spot we left off, we were fighting some people who seemed like they were Stone Lord lackeys so hopefully that means we're pretty close to the mark.

Apparently we left off right before a puzzle:

OK, this looks straightforward enough.

OK maybe not straightforward - within a minute I had managed to make both pumps explode.

I actually have no idea what I did that specifically was the right thing to do here but I did, at any rate, manage to open the sluice gate eventually.

No Sage inspiration for this puzzle, which is correct, because Hector and I both definitely did not use our brains on this one. XD

Into the tunnel and...

AHHHHHHHHH

THERE HE IS AGAIN! MY BOY!

(I will stop being excited about him never. ^_^ )

He and the false Jaheira are deep in discussion with, of all people, Roah Moonglow, who it's been a hot minute since we've seen:

"All the coin seems to be there," the Zhentarim halfling is saying. "If a little bloodstained. You lot are enthusiastic about your Lord's work..."

"Our Lady," the false Jaheira growls. "We serve only the Absolute."

Roah laughs casually. She's clearly no more cowed by the cult here than she was at Moonrise - or by her companions' much greater size, either. "Silly me," she drawls. "We Zhentarim are so long past our own godly roots, I'm afraid I forget the half of them.

Her eyes flick over to Minsc with a hint of sincere curiosity. "But you I know. When did you start worshipping gods?" she asks, tilting up one eyebrow. "Did they give your wee rodent a worm friend too?"

Minsc's head snaps back at the words and his face gives a sudden spasm as if with great pain. "R- rodent?" he mumbles.

"Enough!" the doppelganger snaps before Roah can pursue the question. "You will show the Stone Lord proper respect! And you will return to the Guildhall and do as we have paid you to."

"Of course," Roah says hastily. "I only thought--"

"Wait!" Minsc has recovered himself and his eyes have locked onto Hector clambering out of the cistern pipe.

"Flop all you wish, little fish!" he snarls. "But Minsc has caught you!"

Roah grins cheerfully and immediately begins backpedaling out of the situation. "On that note - good luck! The job will be done by the time you get to the Guildhall."

The halfling trader vanishes into the shadows and Minsc and the doppelganger turn with matching glares to face down the new arrivals.

-----

"So much for stealth," Jaheira murmurs sardonically as her wildshape magic begins to swirl around her.

"We were never going to get in here without being seen," Hector says with a slight shake of his head. "Watch out - a few others in the shadows."

"Carlisle," Jaheira says, just before the magic swallows her; her eyes pierce his with an air of muted desperation. "Do not kill him. Please."

He nods slightly. "You have my word."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #MY BOY #BRING ME MY BOY AND GET THAT WORM OUT OF HIS HEAD #POST HASTE

[tsundereition]

And sending more for the character interaction ask, finally. Ignore some if it's too much(?) for Mika: ♣️,♦️and 🌟. For Anne: 🍎,♥️and ♠️. And well, Ryder I'm not sure if he knows many of the NRC ones? But I'll ask for 🐾,🏹 and 😈 in case he does? Again, I sent a lot because you said it was ok hahah I thought some of these could be interesting~

Thank you for the ask again! (From this ask game)

It's a bit long so under the cut!

Relationship with Trey and Cater:

Mika doesn't have a very close relationship with either of them, but they're still on friendly terms. They met at the beginning of the school year with the whole overblot ordeal, and they see each other on unbirthday parties whenever she's invited. Out or the two, she talks a bit more with Cater because he's more outgoing; they might take some selfies here and there but their relationship is mostly superficial. Trey doesn't talk as much but he's there to remind her now and then to take care of herself and not get into too much trouble (a fruitless effort, really).

Relationship with Kalim:

Kalim is one of Mika's closest friends outside from the braincell duo (or maybe the closest?). They met each other during summer break when she had to stay over at Scarabia, and their energies matched perfectly. They both have the same type of happy-go-lucky personality; they're careless and chaotic, much to Jamil's chagrin, who has to clean up after two "Kalims" now. Even if they don't share any classes or clubs, they hang out quite often. It's not a rare sight for both of them to be flying on the Al-Asim heir's magic carpet around campus. They're also pretty big on casual skinship. You could say they're something like platonic soulmates.

Relationship with Epel:

Anne knows Epel because he is one of her new dormmates. She doesn't know everyone at Pomefiore, but this particular boy is stands out because he became Vil's favorite and he also participated in the VDC. She often sees him complaining and arguing with the leader and she feels a bit empathetic since she also had a phase of feeling like she didn't fit in the dorm. However, seeing that he's quite rambunctious, she would rather keep her distance. As for Epel, he has possibly seen Anne around the dorm, but doesn't know or care too much about her.

Relationship with Ace and Deuce:

Ah, the infamous duo. Of course she has heard of them. Since becoming closer to Riddle she has also seen them during tea parties. Whenever she sees them approaching, she tenses up because she feels like something will break, spill or go wrong in one way or another. And also Riddle's patience becomes thinner by each passing second and she swears she can see steam coming out of his ears. Therefore, they're a pair she'd rather avoid.

As for these Heartslabyul first years, they see her sometimes during these same parties but they don't know much about her besides her being "Riddle's friend from Pomefiore". Their first impression is that she's a very nervous and quiet person (little do they know that they're the ones responsible for her nervousness). However, at some point they might have done or said something that made her explode in a way that left even Riddle in awe. Since then, they start to be more careful around her.

Relationship with Ruggie:

So, here's the thing. I have an OC that I haven't formally introduced yet, but he's Ryder's acquaintance and he's in NRC and in Savanaclaw. Also consider that Ryder's UM is shapeshifting, so yes, he does visit NRC sometimes and Savanaclaw specifically as well.

That's how in one of those visits he meets Ruggie, and oh boy do they hit it off. They have many things in common and they become friends pretty quickly. Hating rich people? Check. Loving mischief? Check. They're partners in crime.

Ryder also loves "helping" Ruggie economically, which kinda bothers the hyena since it low-key feels like he's being looked down upon but hey, free stuff is free stuff (don't ask where Ryder got all of it). So... they aren't the type of friends that have a very deep bond and have existencial conversations together, but they're the type of friends that you call up to have a fun time and then don't text for a whole month.

Relationship with Rook:

Ryder's relationship with Rook is a bit complicated, especially to outsiders. Their bond is something only them understand. They're rivals, but friendly. They're those type of enemies who would die if the other died, because "who will be my enemy now?". They're too similar, but opposites. They're like the two sides of the same coin. They hate each other's guts but they also have respect for the other.

They met during the VDC, when NRC opened its doors to students from other schools. Obviously Ryder went there, and since they're both very observant people, they noticed each other, and they also noticed that the other had noticed them. After all of the mess was repaired, they introduced themselves with a handshake and somehow they knew what their relationship would become. Ryder always carries his bow and quiver, which Rook obviously saw, and Rook's feathered hat and eagle eyes informed Ryder that he was facing another hunter as well.

Rook is very interested in Ryder's beastman characteristics, and, despite not loving the attention, Ryder understands, really, since he's a very curious person as well. They're also both the type to put up a façade and not show their true feelings. However, they're opposites in the sense of what they pursue and their morality sense. Rook is a free spirit, but he's devoted to Vil in his pursue of beauty. Ryder on the other hand, doesn't like to follow any authority, and dislikes "vain" things.

Relationship with Lilia:

They haven't met each other, but let's talk about if they hypothetically met. Since Ryder is such a fake, they would be friendly with each other, but Lilia is old and has seen all types of people, so he knows (that it's all fake). And Ryder can't explain how, but he knows that Lilia knows. This leaves him with a very uncomfortable feeling, because he doesn't like being the one at a disadvantage of information. With Rook, he's more or less on an equal stage, but Lilia knows too much about him and he knows nothing about Lilia. He can sense that there is more to him than meets the eye, but he can't pinpoint exactly what. So, they wouldn't comment anything about it, but they would have a false amicability. To any outsider it would seem that they get along quite well, they might have a similar sense of humor and share a laugh even, but the fox would constantly be on edge around the fae.

#twst oc #tsun.oc #twst mika #anne lamorliere #ryder green

[charmixpower]

For me recently I’ve been eating up all the rivusa crumbs in the movies ESP magical adventure but since I have no irl outlet I’m just gonna say here that in secret of the lost kingdom the freaking cut scene from the Italian where the old white man tells riven that he needs to figure out whats his reason fighting and Musa just comes and links arms with him owns my heart AND THEN it links back to when they have their moment towards the end where he tells her she is what he’s fighting for😭😭 dude that kiss is engraved in my head for absolutely no reason I love it so much the animation was giving all it could have been giving at that moment😭😭 and also when Musa was giggling while riven was doing extra stuff with his hover bike just makes me so happy🥲

But then magical adventure ironically outsells the sotlk rivusa moments Bcs let me say when they meet in eraklyon and she runs and pushes up on his shoulders to kiss the side of his forehead😭😭 and his hand placement just gives me life and when they kiss (with so much tenderness that my heart is exploding) his hands deadass brushes over her ass😀😀😀 (the fact that the animators made an ACTIVE DECISION TO ANIMATE THAT TOO) it just helps with my hc that musas favourite place to hold riven is around his neck and his is around her waist (and lower ig🤷‍♀️ ) and they’re holding hands to wan to the ship too🥲🥲🥲 ALSO when riven ran up to musa on the ship to tell her “I always loved playing pirates” I MEAN COME ON THEY ARE SO CUTE and when they’re all kinda mourning over sky’s dad riven just puts his hands on her shoulders to comfort her and she later just reaches back to place her palm over his hand on her shoulder😭😭😭 URGH my heart can’t handle all these moments and then when the winx get back their powers she tackles him from the back and wraps her arms around his neck while she’s flying😭 and they just stay that way and look at each other when bloom and sky kiss lol🤪 and then when they need to fly back to the ship THEYRE THE LAST COUPLE TO SEPARATE AND HE JUST HOLDS HER HAND FOR AS MUCH AS HE CAN BEFORE SHE FLIES OFF😭😭😭 ok I think I’m done with my rivusa verbal diarrhoea I spent a whole 3 hours watching magical kingdom because I kept going back and slowing down the cute rivusa crumbs and analysing everything🤪 thank you for coming to my Ted talk about why rivusa have always been and will be the best

HELPPP THIS ASK IS EVERYTHING AND MORE!!!!

I thought I was the only one obsessed with movie Rivusa, bestie I love you, I could talk about "I've always loved playing pirates" for hours straight

YOUR SO RIGHT

SotLK is about big dramatic Rivusa while MA is all about those domestic casual Rivusa moments and I could stare at them forever

I rewatch the first and second movie p often because I love and are obsessed without them thank uuu so I am absolutely the person to send this to thank u for the food

I'm so mad they cut that scene bc Riven's arc in the first movie makes so much less sense without it but it's literally the same arc again and I'm sick of is, MA forever for just letting Rivusa vibe and exist

Like I know Riven is the most interesting and well written male character in the show but give my man a break 🙄🙄🙄 his shoulders must be in so much pain form carrying most of the specialist sub plots

I love all the Rivusa kisses from the first kingdom, but the one where she was surprising him was so cute. Riven defo stuggles with being openly affectionate even tho he really really wants to be and Musa knows this show she's being affectionate enough for the both of them I love them so much sobbing

Their so soft but I can't believe you needed the movie to tell u that Riven is handsy with his s/o /j like it was so obvious. I couldn't tell you who is worse between them tbh. Musa, as seen by her s1 outfit, is more attention getting, Riven is only subtle when you compare him to her. Musa is going to kill Riven with her outfits one day, and she's not gonna even be a little sorry because it was completely intentional

The animators knoooo

My hc is that Musa really likes just attaching herself to his arm. His arm is stuck being cuddled to her chest and he's not getting it back thank youuu. That hc is because the s2 finale party is literally everything I've ever needed in Winx, but I can definitely see where your coming from. Musa is part of the "I'm going to jump on my boyfriend" coalition with Stella and Aisha

And yes true, canon

THEIR LITERALLY SO CUTE ADORABLE AND SOFT IN THAT MOVIE AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH FOR IT

I love how Musa prefers to sneak attack Riven by jumping on his back. Stella and Aisha r so proud. She definitely does that just to mess with him. "Hahaha I snuck up on you 😜" and Riven, who damn well heard her is like "yaah you did babe" and then she messes with his pointy hair

They are BOTH CLINGY BECAUSE THEY WORRY ALOT ABOUT EACH OTHER CHANGE MY MIND I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY

YE S YES UES IVE DONE RHE SAME THING YOUR THE MOST VAILD PERSON IN THE WORLD

I completely agree and I am patiently waiting for the next ted talk this was WONDERFUL

#winx club #rus chatters #rivusa #asks #long post

[simonwimon]

Its 7:30 Am Perfect Time To Post OC Refs

also typed All Of That out under the readmore in case it's hard to read. this would have taken so much less time if i just didn't insist on handwriting it all LMAO

Tessa Yadid Ahava Hassan

he/they

30 and lovin' life

under no circumstances a scientist, despite the get-up

lives out of his scooby doo van

unnaturally unlucky but SUCH a good sport about it

DOES NOT have lightning powers.

just... the power to strike himself with lightning.

TOTALLY different!

not visible here, but has lichtenberg scars down his back

does his darndest to be a good person & put good vibes out into the world

...despite those good vibes never coming back around his way :(

"oh fuck i have to respect women *runs into oncoming traffic*" kind of guy

their unlucky streak is how they explain "almost running over a random man" AKA meeting rae - though that's more about the "nearly killing him" part rather than the "new van roommate" one

speaks in a kind of sing-songy, overly-fancy way. type of guy to say "jolly good" unironically

their unlucky streak ALSO leads to them getting tied up with rae's past. literally.

imagine the next pic here

31 and still kickin'

more prominent white hair

right hand missing ring & pinky fingers' last 2 digits

bad right leg - uses a cane when need be

lichtenberg scars now down back & both arms

traded the goggles & labcoat for glasses with side shields & a Grandma Sweater :)

turns out being held hostage by a shapeshifting alien hivemind, interrogated regularly for information on your not-husband, and kept in a hole the rest of the time is Bad For You

has A LOT of identity & confidence issues on account of the same shapeshifter taking tessa's place back home

doing their best to Not Explode

despite all the difficulties the last year presented, rae has been helping them A Lot. which they cannot thank him for enough

still keeps their Goofy Helpful Guy personality, just. a bit more subdued

ok now imagine the rae pic here

Renee Rosalinda Romero ... aka just Rae

they/it/she/he (stick with one, alternate, anything works!)

Incomprehensible Age Disease

everybody's favorite time-traveling identity-issue-having gay alien symbiant

the species he belongs to survives by befriending other sentient creatures, living alongside them, and slowly (over the course of several generations) changing their own biology to almost perfectly mimic the other's

...so when a different alien species trying to eliminate all disease and "faults" within its society finds them, it turns out they make Really Good Lab Rats

rae Spawns long after that becomes the norm. he's a test subject for curing & treating fatal diseases

the Big One he's used for is very deadly, but rae is MOSTLY unaffected - the only side effects are both Physical Teleportation and "Mental" Teleportation

basically: rae clips thru walls and his consciousness jumps back & forth to past & future raes

translates as rae having random amnesiac episodes, OR knowing what's going to happen for however long

anyways. gets so stressed during "treatment" one day he just teleports away through time & space To Earth

wandering around 'til he nearly gets hit by a van & meets tessa

sticks with them initially out of confusion, but ends up getting attached

actually Develops A Personality now that he's not constantly stressed as fuck

extremely laid back guy. usually has some sort of quip for every situation

if he's in anti-amnesia mode, 9 out of 10 times, he just uses his knowledge for goofs & gaffs instead of changing stuff

tessa helping out with amnesiac episodes has made him a lot more casual about them

is often accidentally intimidating. in reality wouldn't hurt a fly

eventually, rae's past catches up to him.

ok now imagine the next rae pic ok we're almost done

Incomprehensible Age Disease (+1 year)

big ol' clump of white hair now

eyesight a bit worse, especially in his left eye. used to have fake glasses as a placebo but tessa got her real ones

lichtenberg scars around left eye

got ONE WHOLE INCH TALLER!!! short king.

his style stayed mostly the same, but she started wearing tessa's old sweater. it's comfy. :)

all of the physical changes to his body help ground her when any particularly bad What Timeline Am I In Now episodes come up

dealing with the whole Fake Tessa debacle has made him a bit. Self-Doubt-Y

but having his not-husband's shoulder to lean on helps them both

despite... ALL THAT, she has somehow gotten more upbeat than she was before

turns out getting to explode (at least one part of) the weird hivemind trying to track you down and kidnap you is sort of cathartic

#mine #original #artists on tumblr #if you read all of this you get a gold star and a kiss on the head from me #idk if i'll do artfight this year but (makes refs anyways) #Can you tell that i have a lot to write about how rae works. everything i wrote here is so oversimplified too for space reasons help #i also made a ref for the vaguely-referenced-other-alien-species mentioned here but they kind of suck and i hate them so NO POST

[noisester]

@emptyzone: Oh yeah, the people weren't kidding. That frog could sure café. 'Tiny' makes direct eye contact with Noise for a moment. It's sort of sitting on the counter, minding it's own buisness. It swings its little legs off the counter, tilting it's head. Well, ok. It isn't doing any obvious harm. Your girlfriend clearly likes it enough to let it hang around, surely it isn't capable of doing anything awf--

--It's little tail casually knocks off a salt shaker from the counter, as it shatters when it hits the ground. Tiny leans in, bemused as it laces its hands together. What? Are you gonna blame me? The baby? For doing that? Do you think she'll believe you? Or are you going to take the L and tell your girlfriend that you accidentally fumbled and broke it. It remembers, Noise. It can now clearly remember every last little thing, casual aggression, everything you've done to or around it while you were working together.

And it's going to make you suffer for it. Where it hurts.

He was staring at it. Staring at it with intense focus. Something you wouldn't expect from the horrid little man named Noise—who internally was on the verge of exploding. Pop like a balloon. Quit. His pupils didn't dare tear away from its pathetic cutesy display, meticulously assessing each of its movements.

That creature was evolving on the spot. And it was evolving fast. He couldn't ignore those eyelids that emerged out of nowhere. Eyelids it never had before. Why does it have them now. What was its end goal. Was El Wiwi so adamant on becoming the real Peppino that it transformed to prove him wrong? To cause as much torment to his personal life as its stupidly round and kickable froglet body could get away with? Really? Torment the guy who has done no wrong ever?

Boo hoo. Cranky because you're not the real deal and never will be, hmm? Hmm?????

It clearly worked, as it was latching onto his girlfriend. In front of him. Gosh, those round devious eyes clasped so much intellect behind them all of a sudden. It remembered everything. It knew what it was doing. Knew those adorable, manipulative acts would enthral and compel her to pick favourites. It wasn't taking a nice comfy break in her café. It wasn't getting a breath of fresh air. This thing was up to something. This marketable plushy. This maliciou—

CRASH.

The disruptive sound seemed to snap him out of his pondering. He was a full eyewitness to its crime. It... It left no room for a proper reaction window. It happened so abruptly. Had it not been the case he would've comically stretched out his arm to catch it and wiped the sweat off his cap with a loud sigh of relief.

...That was her favourite salt shaker, too.

Uhhh. You know, this would've been the perfect opportunity to grab it by the scruff and do this. Or that. Embrace his good old normal Noise behaviour if he could. But um. Toots! Toots likes that creature! And um. What if it could change back into a giant frog abomination again. Right now. This instant. Goopy monstrosity that could keep up with his speed and snap a maw at his direction. Squelch through narrow spaces. Something the real Peppino couldn't do.

He wanted to shout. So bad. But his best bet was to stay still and look down at the mess until his girlfriend turned around. This was the ONE scenario where a loud cracking noise wasn't funny. That pile of salt on the floor flawlessly captured the indescribable jumble of emotions he was containing in his chest.

Noisette, Hazel, babe, sweetheart. Think carefully about this. '''Toddlers''' are reckless by birth. Your boyfriend who happens to behave like one would never barge in and break your belongings. Please. Think. About. This.

#emptyzone #◜ 🍰 . live on NTV ◞ #◜ 🍰 . inbox ◞ #// AGONY. AGONY ROTTING DYING.

[theonewithallthefixations]

You know what? Gosh DIDDLY dang it. Everyone’s gonna know this story and laugh with me. Cause it was hilarious. I take yoga 7th hour. The last hour of the day. And we have a sub. And I’m like “yay!” Cause I’m wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. The uniform is leggings and a t-shirt. So I can say I am wearing my shirt under the sweatshirt and he can’t say “lift up your sweatshirt” cause that would be inappropriate. He takes roll, and you know those elementary teachers that are super strict? That’s him. “Stay in line. No talking.” That sort of stuff. And then people run to the bathroom, cause that’s what they do every day after roll. And he starts yelling, like, “no, only one person at a time.” So he has everyone who needs to pee raise their hand, and so they do. Also, I am on my time of month and am having horrible cramps. This will be important for context in a few moments. Everyone’s going to the bathroom, and he’s yelling, and all you (gosh dang I don’t know what to use here without offending anyone. I suck at this. I’m sorry. People who have experienced the weeks in the months?) know how when you get nervous a wave kind of just comes? Well I feel myself EXPLODE! So when someone comes out, I run in, apologizing to the person who is casually sitting by the bathroom, not getting up with any speed. Cause I feel bad, but oh crap I need to take care of stuff. I go in and go into a stall and I’m pretty sure they can hear my creative expletives in the North Pole. (I try not to use explicit expletives. They’re fine, and I use them once in a while, but they’re so un-classy, you know? And if I don’t say them often, it adds more effect to whatever I’m saying, whether I’m being amusing or angry.)

I run out and ask him the question of all questions: can I grab something from the locker room? And he FREAKS ok? Like “why do you bjsktjdkhebhf you should haverhjsjdjiikfmjrj whydoghlkdjbrbakbrbjskrhrhjfhbeh” yes most of his words were unintelligible. Well I turn around to go sit down with my face almost as red as his was by the end of the day and he calls me back. “Is it a personal thing you need to grab?” “Yes, sir” So he gives the most put out sigh I have ever heard. And while he’s unlocking the door, he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear “you little b****” (please don’t make fun of me that’s the one word I will never say ever. Actually, there are a few others, all of the same genre)

I walk in with a sweet smile and a “thank you sir” cause the first time I was NOT trying to be disrespectful but apparently he took it that way. I come out and then we go outside to run two laps. Which. Torture. Tor. Ture. Luckily I have my friend Kay with me (not her real name) and she’s encouraging me every step of the way. So we finish and go in. And here comes the extra funny part. We go in and he asks who is leading, and and Celeste and Peter (not their real names, just assume that all names I use in here are not real) get up after raising their hand. Then Cali gets up and walks up to the front and he snaps at their cause “why didn’t you raise your hand????” They did, he just didn’t see them, and they, very kindly, may I add, explains that to him. He glares at them. “What?” they ask “You know what you did.” Ok. Well. I love Cali and I’m not letting him get away with that. I do my best to be respectful to everyone. I’m respectful to the drama teacher which is hard at times. But that’s a rant for a different time. But when one of my friends gets hurt, even if their hurt is just perceived by me any they’re not actually hurt “what? I can’t tell!) I go on protection mode. Yes this happens with people who are older than me. Yes it’s weird. No I don’t care.

So when we’re done and it’s time to go into savasana (sounds like a gurudo word!!) he hets mad. “Why are we not doing more yoga?” he asks, and we explain to him what savasana is. “I know what ‘corpse mode’ is. Why are you doing it?” When he sits down, I get up and turn off the lights again. He’s mad but rolls his eyes and lets it be. Savanna gets up to get a block and oh my GOODNESS he is mad. Like, MAD. Like The Trunchbull irrational “you ate two mnm’s” mad. He turns the light back on and we’re spitting there laughing (yes that happened a lot) until some guy gets up to get some water. “No!” And the dude takes the boy out of the room, I turn the lights back off, he (the boy not the teacher) runs around the classroom, does a front flip, and goes back to his seat. The door opens and we all stop laughing and lie back down. And when he comes back in he gives the MOST amusing world-weary sigh and I snort. Everyone else follows and soon the room is full of laughter. Apparently he brought Coach Potato to take some kids to the principal? Or something like that. John, the kid who needed water, Savanna, Celeste, and a few other kids who I can’t remember. They all did literally nothing (except for the water boy, but I’m not counting him.) He starts ranting about something like “is this how your parents taught you how to respect your elders? And Molly raises her hand and says “what makes you think this is how our parents taught us?” And that confuses him for a bit. And then he starts ranting again about Hylia knows what and I’m like here I goooooo *said in a Peter Pan voice. Like you know that one Disney commercial that starts with that? I could quote that whole commercial, I watched it over and over again as a small child cause I loved the part where the mad hatter goes ‘all together now’ I keep getting off track sorry* I raise my hand. “With all due respect sir” which is none, but I thought that was implied so I did not say it “we have not been disrespectful. We dressed out, came to the line as we always do, go to the bathroom like she lets us if we need to, we ran our two laps, we came in, took our shoes off, and did our stretches and then went into savasana.” And I managed to say it all with a straight face, which was rather difficult, and for that, I think I should be a world class actress. The “if anyone’s being disrespectful it’s you” went unsaid. Ok. He freaked out. “You immature little hrr for henkfbekldhh you think fjhhsbrbndjrjjfjtjits pkrjrjjdndnndbdndn” The bell finally rang and we all leave the classroom and when he finally opens the door to the locker room, when I pass him, I smile sweetly and say in a cloyingly sweet voice, “thank you, sir”

While I would love him to stay so I can mess with him more if he ever subs for one of my classes again, on the way in he said “this isn’t over” and I don’t trust him to straight up murder me so I’m reporting him.

Am I ashamed that I treated him like that? Sort of. I don’t like hurting people. At all. But he deserved it for being rude to my friend. And everyone else in the class. Have I just figured out how to stand up to corrupt authority figures? Yes I have. “With all due respect sir/ma’am”

Also shout out to @mrstaylorswift for surviving with me!!!

#With all due respect sir #Which frankly is none at all #Um #Your intimidation tactics have failed #So #yeah #corrupt authority figures #Why do we have to listen to them anyway #I’m more mature than most adults #I have to babysit my uncle who is fifty years old #Again #story for a different time #I get off track a lot #So I’m sorry #Enjoy #funny #funny school story #ok bye

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

HIYA BESTIE!!💞

Here to say that your comments to the tmi hg are killing me💀💀💀

Clary really said 🌸🌼🌺

Also yes Jocelyn just casually exploding Robert?? I mean slay i guess💀

And we’re not even gonna talk about Alec, like seriously the first death?? ILLEGAL

And ofc i had to channel my inner presenter 😌😌

Also

How are u sweetie??💞💞💞💞💞

HIIIII! 💞💞

PFFFFT "slay I guess" 💀💀💀

Literally like really? The first death??? No respect smh

I'm ok thank you sweetie!! I've been so tired today (deeeeefinitely nothing to do with staying up late to read young royals, I would never do that), but it meant I got so little homework done today and am still tired which is annoying 🙃 but other than that I'm fine (and looking forward to rewatching more young royals tonight 😌)

How are you bestie?? 💞💞💞💞💞

#asks #tmi hg

[haila-wetyios]

#20 Anon

Small, remote, but so damn bright and yellow and white and… homey…

Nostalgic memories of sweet times are all that fill the air when any emotion is in need of coming out. But the place she’s located at. She knows she’s completely foreign to it, or rather, not exactly where this soothing sensation was originated at. 

It’s time for a break. And while the tests, experiments and exercises aren’t exactly inhumane, they sure are very different from the accumulated memories of something more monotone and dull. The viper nest that drove the original away. The environment that almost broke it. 

Around Second, children were running all around, playing, laughing, joking, though most of them seemed to favor playing with a ball rather than climbing around or searching for high ground as she did. This playground wasn’t glorified, it just had the necessary accommodations for them to still retain their sense of being. 

And even though this was no viper nest, that all that she could feel wash over her when standing right there and then was the same soothing nostalgia, it couldn’t change the dark lead that was still accumulating at her core. It was a ticking bomb waiting to explode, albeit one that wasn’t exactly her own. She knew this well. Even right now, she knew she was the stand in to deal with the gibberish and exhausting outside. 

Not that she disliked it if she was honest. This is who she was, and watching the grass sway and the screams of the boys as they kept trying to kick a ball into their goal zone was more than enough. She could exist despite lacking a need to interact. 

But then… Just as she was about to make her way to the monkey bars to sit overtop it, a girl fell from it and landed face first on the ground before her. She… had to give it to her for somehow managing to fall from bars that allowed someone to almost touch the ground when hanging from them. 

The girl just continued to comically twitch, she had short light green hair. But what called Second’s attention the most wasn’t that. It was the abominable long socks she was wearing. Stripes of white and blue and…. She was barefoot. All children wore sandals or average shoes… Why go barefoot on socks? The sight of dirty feet sparked a faint twitch in Second. 

She also spent an absurd long time still faceplanted on the ground. Almost as if waiting for Second herself to actually make sure that she was alive. And sadly, Second had enough common sense to ask.

“Are… Are you ok?...” 

She didn’t make any effort to pull her up, she could do that herself. But crazy socks here of course was enabled as she let out a big breath when pulling her face off the ground. 

“Oh I’m ok! This happens all the time!” she answered with absolute childish glee. 

Ah, the kiddo from creativity tests…

They’d been asked to create a simple shape, and then add different grids to define it’s outer geometry. Second remembered it vividly because her own gridded sphere had been almost perfect. Or at least… As perfect as a youngling’s creation could be. But this girl, she’d done the exact opposite of it. The grids had been all over the place. Some had been slapped over the other, a lot of the lines were also of varying shapes and lengths despite being over the same figure. The other children had used a word that Second wasn’t familiar with until she herself used it unconsciously to define this girl’s work. 

‘Dismal’ 

She was cheery and extremely childish, far more than the rest. But Second couldn’t bring herself to hate her. She kept bouncing and playing and casually greeting her every now and then. The closest feeling she could describe was neutrality, or just an acquaintance. 

The two merely shared similar spaces, but she was extremely clumsy and frail. A trait that Second shared with her shit stamina and heart rate. 

“…..Hey.” Second decided to ask one day. The very one that she’d learned that both had the same affinity for certain aspects that the rest of the kids didn’t have. 

“Are you… Your creator’s host?...”

“Whaaaa?... Whatcha host and whatchamachalit?...” the girl asked, clearly confused at the topic. 

“Nothing.” Was all Second would say, the girl didn’t seem to know after all. 

“Say, what’s even your name? Didn’t they give you one?” she continued, finally giving in to curiosity. All the children had a name, it was to be expected after all. But they had to answer to numbers when going off their respective lists. They weren’t dehumanized. Merely keeping better order while they were allowed to address each other as they chose. Or rather…. How they had been named. 

“ANONYMOUS!” she cheerily answered as he crumpled half of a cookie that she’d been eating. 

“What…” Second was beyond baffled to say the least. 

“It’sh Anonymous.” the girl stated as she continued to munch on sweets. 

“But…. That isn’t a name…” Second insisted with mild growing concern. 

“It iss!! It was the name of a hunter from some far off islands…” crazy socks explained with a tilt of her head. 

Ah, she’d heard of those islands. But only because this girl loved reading stories about them. It felt heartless and unfair to tell her that anonymous was probably just a pseudonym that that person had used to avoid ever being identified. It was even more baffling and heartbreaking that her creator had been the one to give her a name that wasn’t meant to be a name. 

“Annie then…” Second concluded. Making the biggest mistake in her life as the girl got extremely excited over the new moniker. 

“Oh my gosh! What about yours then? Which one’s yours? Eh? Eh?” Annie asked, already jumping slightly and tilting her body to a side to the point she almost tripped again. 

“I… I don’t think you can make a nickname out of mine. It’s small enough already.” 

Annie proceeded to be such a pain in the ass despite being so endearing that Second had to relent and give her both her name and last names. 

“Hmm, why do you have two names though?” she asked, clearly giving this some thought. 

“Isn’t that what a normal person’s supposed to have? A name and a last name so that you’re not confused with someone with the same first name?”

“Then… Hallie-chan!” she concluded, already throwing Second’s last name to the wind. 

“…-chan?...”

Sometimes, Second wondered if she should have just kept calling her Anonymous. 

#ffxivwrite2022 #The Second