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konata-izumi-kinny-writes · 2 years

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G1 Bumblebee x GN! Reader

How yall first met (with snuggles)

For context, you have insomnia and you usually go to the park at night to pass the time.

Your text is blue. Because there's no yellow option.

Art by twekt (here on Tumblr)

Another sleepless night.. but its okay. Everything is calmer, everything is quieter, everything is better at night.

You wander out through the side door located in the garage, your soft pajamas keeping you warm in the chilly night air. But rather than going to the park like you usually would, you trot your way to the nearby forest. The moonlight shining through the leaves of the wisteria and willow trees, making it seem like they're glowing. Things always look more magical at night.

You hesitantly wander in after about thirty seconds of contemplation and making sure your pepper spray was still in your pocket. You put your hands on the straps of your backpack full of art supplies, and walk in. After a while of strolling around you put your headphones on and play your favorite song. You keep one headphone off so you can hear your surroundings and any nearby creatures.

You're unaware you're already being watched.

You make it to a particularly large wisteria tree with a treehouse in the branches, the deck covered in strings of lights. This is where you used to play as a kid, and after all these years its still here, and the lights somehow still work. Unsure of the stability of the structure, you decide to just sit under the tree instead and use the deck lights to help you with your drawing.

A few minutes pass, your alcohol markers gliding over the paper. But all of a sudden you hear something, like a twig snap and then the sound of someone quietly cursing themself for a mistake. With a gasp you quickly put your things back in your bag and climb the tree as fast as you could. Your heart is racing, someone is there, and you don't know who it is or what their intentions are. You try not to let out any sounds as tears threaten to spill.

Then there's footsteps... big ones, growing louder. Then you hear a voice.

"Hello? I didn't mean to scare you."

You stay quiet, despite how kind and calming that voice is... safety comes first, after all. Then the footsteps draw even closer, and the voice sounds again.

"I'm so sorry, I won't hurt you I promise. I'm a friend."

But that doesn't sound like anyone you know, at least you don't think. After a while of memory digging and contemplating, you're startled by what looks to be a giant metal hand being placed on the tree trunk, followed by another. To your dismay you let out a small yelp. With a look of fear across your conplexion, you then see the rest of whatever you've been hiding from. Its a big yellow robot with horns and bright cerulean eyes. He then speaks.

"Oh there you are, sorry for scaring you.. i was just curious about you and- woah woah are you crying?"

You quickly shake your head no and wipe your eyes, still with a scared look on your face. The robot sits down, still keeping his eyes on you.

"You are okay though, right? You don't exactly look like it.."

"I-I'm fine..." you reply quietly.

"Whats your name?"

You don't respond.

"I won't hurt you, I promise. My name is Bumblebee"

"...I'm Y/n."

"Nice name, say, do you need help getting down from there? You're up pretty high."

He reaches his hands out to you, a kind and concerned look written all over him. After more contemplation, you crawl onto his palms. Bee slowly lowers you onto the ground in front of him then gives you a gentle pat on the head.

"So... you're not lying when you say you're not gonna hurt me"

"Of course. I have no reason to. I just wanted to learn about you, I didn't think humans stayed up during the night cycles, is that normal?"

"Nope, just me... and kidnappers.. and murderers."

"That explains your panicked state, I'm so sorry."

Well, he seems trustworthy.. if he wanted to hurt you, he would've done so already.. right?

"Its okay, you didn't mean to."

"I'm glad we're on good terms then! So, wait. If it isn't normal for humans to be up the late... why are you?"

"Just something wrong with me, its hard to sleep, almost impossible in fact."

"That sounds... not good. How do you live like that?"

"Its not bad when you get used to it, it can actually be fun sometimes. You can do pretty much anything you want as long as its not illegal."

Bumblebee seemed to lighten up a bit at your explanation. You two talked with each other for hours, but it only felt like minutes. Time flies when you're having fun. You check the time, its 3:45. You yawn and lean against his arm, you've never felt so close to someone in such a short duration of time before.

"Tired? You can come recharge with me if you want. You did mention you live alone."

".....that sounds nice.. wait, where do you live exactly??"

"I.... its better if I just show you. Here."

He gets up and stretches. To your surprise he transforms into a beetle car and the passenger door opens.

"Here, get in."

Hesitantly, you do as he says. Before you can buckle your seat belt, it does so on its own.

"Just relax, alright? You need some rest."

As you both drive off on a nearby path, you lay your head back and look out at all the passing trees, spotting the occasional bird, bunny, or deer until you come up to a dirt road leading up a cliffside. Once you're at the top, you stop at a large orange structure, blending almost perfectly with its surroundings. The seat belt comes off and the door opens. You get out before Bee transforms back, he gently picks you up and hides you in his arms before going in. The halls are pretty much empty apart from the occasional passerby, all of which were bigger than Bee.

He stops at a door and enters, closing it behind him. You look around the dimly lit room, other than turned off screens attached to the wall, there's a few big soft chairs, but what caught your eye is the huge bed he's approaching. He sets you down gently on a pillow before laying down next to you, setting his arm behind you, and pulling the blanket over both him and yourself. You can't help but nuzzle into his surprisingly warm frame. He lets out a small laugh before patting you on the head.

"Nobody told me your kind would be so snuggly"

"Living alone does that to ya..."

"You don't have to be alone anymore, sparkplug. I'm right here."

"Thank you..."

With that, you drift to sleep with Bee at your side. Tomorrow is another day.

Thanks for readin yall!

Have a nice day. Sorry for the requests being closed.

#bumblebee x reader #g1 bumblebee #transformers g1 #G1 Bumblebee x reader #transformers x reader #konata izumi kin writes

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fereldanwench · 11 months

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Totally agree with you on that. I'm just barely a millennial, being born at the end of the 80s, but I much more identify with gen X than I do my fellow millennials. There was a point when I got sick of people referring to me as a millennial, but now gen Z'ers and alphas call me a boomer and I honestly don't know which annoys me more lol.

I find a lot of the generational bickering, especially online, to be absolutely obnoxious, tbh. 😅 So much of it is cyclical--There have been and probably always will be old people whining about The Youth and vice versa. Anyone middle-aged or older is out of touch and regressive; anyone under 30 is self-absorbed and lazy. It's all the same shit, just repackaged with new lingo and new things to be pissy about.

And then any actual valid concerns, like the detrimental influence of social media on young minds or how younger people are continually losing access to the same resources/support systems as previous generations, get pushed to the side in favor of petty squabbling. It's exhausting.

Plus the generation cutoffs are so nebulous in some areas that the divides can get really confusing, not to mention for a while it seemed like the general public discourse acted like there were only two generations: Boomers and Millennials. A lot of the stereotypes directed at Boomers and Millennials would be more "accurately" directed at Gen Xers and Zoomers as well.

But with my experiences specifically: I'm a late-80s baby who was born to two working-class/lower middle-class Boomer-Gen Xer cuspers who were very pop culture savvy during the 70s-90s and not particularly quick to embrace the technology of the early 00s and onwards.

I grew up with a lot of 70s-80s media, didn't have access to cable until I was 10, didn't have access to a home computer until I was 13, was always at least one generation behind in the video game console wars, didn't have a cell phone until college, was a latchkey kid starting in elementary school--My childhood actually looks a lot more like my husband's, who was born in the early 80s and sits in the Millennial/Gen Xer cusp, than it does a lot of other people my age. (At least amongst my peers where I live and work--Like I remember all my friends in high school having a cell phone, and my parents were always like what do you need a fucking cell phone for, you have a phone at home, lmao.)

But I do very much feel like an average Millennial in how every major milestone in my life seems to coincide with some kind of major catastrophe that is making it incredibly difficult for me to have a comfortable fucking life. Like graduating college in the middle of the recession in 2009 or being ready to advance/shift my career right as the pandemic started.

And of course, the thing about trying to shoehorn people into little categories to neatly describe how their major life experiences coincide with major events is that it's not gotta fit for most people. Everyone's life is full of unique circumstances, and I feel like things like family wealth, for instance, will also play a huge role in whether or not someone experiences certain generational markers. I certainly had a very different childhood from Millennials who grew up where money wasn't a regular family stressor.

Anyway, lmao. 😅 This kind of turned into a rambling rant, but yeah. Generation discourse always gets me a little heated, I guess. We now resumed your regularly scheduled fangirling posts, haha.

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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In the Novella, this was the last scene on page that involved a main character aside from Rhys or Feyre:

Cassian said nothing for a minute, his face a mask of stone. He’d been distant even before we’d gathered around the table in my mother’s old house to deliver the report this morning. Distant since Solstice. I’d bet decent money on why. “It will be a good sign,” Cassian said at last, “when there are twenty girls out there and they’ve shown up for a month straight.” Az snorted softly. “I’ll bet you—” “No bets,” Cassian said. “Not on this.” Az held Cassian’s stare for a moment, cobalt Siphons flickering, and then nodded. Understood. This mission of Cassian’s, hatched years ago and perhaps close to fruition … It went beyond bets for him. Went down to a wound that had never really healed. I slung my arm around Cassian’s shoulders. “Small steps, brother.” I threw him a grin, knowing it didn’t meet my eyes. “Small steps.” For all of us. Our world might very well depend on it.

It was a set up to the plot of ACOSF. That Cassian had been planning to train females to become warriors for years and a hint that the Valkyries would play a major role in the series.

In SF, this was the last scene on page that involved a main character aside from Nesta or Cassian:

Nesta held love in her own heart as she pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he’d tried to bring into the world.

She found Feyre and Elain waiting halfway down the hill, Nyx now dozing peacefully in Elain’s arms. Her sisters beamed, beckoning her to join.

E/riels love using the fact that Nyx was dozing in Elain's arm as proof of them getting the next book but I don't think it has anything to do with Nyx or which two characters held him last.

I think the focus is on the rose carving. The fact that SJM gave so much attention to a carving that was made for Elain in Nesta's book seems (at least to me) to be a hint that something big is coming for Elain.

She plucked another figurine from the mantel: a rose carved from a dark sort of wood.

“He made this one for Elain. Since it was winter and she missed the flowers.”

Her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she’d placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in the shadows beside a figurine of a supple-bodied female, her upraised arms clasping a full moon between them. Some sort of primal goddess—perhaps even the Mother herself. Nesta hadn’t let herself dwell on why she’d felt the need to set the rose there. Why she hadn’t just thrown it in a drawer.

she pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he’d tried to bring into the world.

In SF, we have Elain being hinted at going to Spring and the continent where Koschei is, we know Vassa's time is coming to an end, we know Lucien was placed in Spring and there are hints that he'll also travel to the continent, we have Lucien showing the markers of a High Lord.

Then the final scene of the book involves Nesta placing the wood carving that represents Elain as a "permanent marker of the beauty and good" in their world.

I'm also certain Elain won't end up training to become a warrior but I could see her journey involving "healing" (which would be the good she brings to their world, through her powers and optimistic and gentle nature). Maybe helping to heal Lucien and Tamlin / Eris's strained relationships, healing the land of Spring and restoring the people's faith in Lucien (considering Lucien tells us they believe that he was complicit in the lies Feyre told which is why he can't live there), and helping free Vassa from her curse (if Vassa's curse is actually a Valg type infection which healers are capable of destroying. Link to that theory here:

I also think the rose carving was symbolic in another way. Nesta has felt the need to protect Elain all her life and when she visits her family's cottage for the last time, she can't help but take this thing that symbolizes Elain. It's her still metaphorically holding on to Elain. She then sets the carving in her home where she see it. She's no longer holding it as tightly as before but she's still keeping it in her line of sight. But at the end of her book, she finally parts with the rose which I think shows Nesta's growth in finally letting go of Elain. That she'll no longer feel the need to protect Elain or tell her what she can do with her life. She's basically freeing Elain so she can head out on her own path.

Really, it's anyone's guess as to who the next ACOTAR book. SJM has said so many different things in so many interviews that an argument can easily be made for Gwynriel or Elucien. But if the novellas final scene (outside of Feysand) hinted at what SF would be about, I wonder if the final scene in SF is hinting at the journey Elain is about to take.

#pro elucien #elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro elain archeron #acotar 5 #acotar theory

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em-uhhh-lee · 1 month

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3/20 readings

Ok, so I still don't really know what's going on with the Angels and Evas and NERV, but I had a great time with this round of Evangelion episodes.

We meet Asuka in episode 8, and she adds a brighter energy to the show. She's cocky and jealous and loud. She seems to be the most well-adjusted Eva pilot, in this episode at least, and her behavior felt the most like a typical teenage girl character would be written. It's pretty clear that the creators of the show were trying to cultivate a female cast that casted a wide enough net in terms of personality and temperament that male viewers would each have a female character that they're enamored with. With Asuka, she's the hot-headed girl who's driven and chatty. Rei's the quiet and mysterious type. Misato's the older, flirty type. I'm sure all the female characters are given more depth in the episodes that weren't assigned (and that I haven't seen), but speaking from the episodes I have seen, the intentional categorization of the girls in the show to cater to viewers is noticeable enough to me that it kind of detracts from my ability to feel emotionally connected to them.

Anyways, BIG fan of that last episode.

I think part of the reason that I'm fine not really understanding how the Angels and Evas work is because I was never really all that interested in them in the first place. First and foremost, I'm interested in Shinji and his emotional journey, which is what episode 26 is all about.

I really enjoyed how abstract this episode was. The screens of text, the photos, the marker drawings of characters--all of it worked for me. Shinji has been struggling with self-hatred, and with the amount of pressure and coercion he faces from those around him to play the role of an Eva pilot, he has an intense level of self-consciousness. I think it's appropriate, then, that the final episode is completely dedicated to an exploration of his inner world, of his reckoning with his own perception of himself and his relationship to others. I found his spiraling really relatable, and I know the "Congratulations" scene has been memed to death, but to be sincere, I think that getting to the point where you can accept and feel comfortable being yourself and taking up space in the world is worthy of a "Congratulations" or ten.

#jptvisualculture

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a-dell · 10 months

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Tablet and Studying

Hi! I'm Adel, a Food Technology student. Today, I'm gonna talk about how getting a tablet affected my grades and changed the way I study (completely).

So, I know that Ipads are kind of overhyped. Like, I've seen youtubers such as studyquill and fayefilms talks about overhyped study trend and Ipad is included in both videos together with things such as fancy stationary.

Coming from a childhood where I watch youtubers using fancy things such as sharpies, mildliners, and tombow brush pen (yes in my country sharpies are sooo expensive, they're very uncommon and for the price of 1 sharpie I can get like 10 regular markers) I used to think that I need those fancy things to recreate what they're making. Until I actually saved money and bought the exact same things, I still can't recreate it lmao. So I know that I don't need fancy things and I can just utilize what I already have.

A little background information, my GPA in 1st semester was hella good, it was 3.97. But then I had to take academic leave during my 2nd and 3rd semester to work full time. Coming back from 1 year of academic leave, I can say I forgot how to study :D My GPA falls to 3.56 real quick. It was drastic and I had a pretty bad mental breakdown, considering I used to have such high GPA.

The next semester, the grades were dropping again as the classes transitioned from hybrid into fully offline class + I am still working full time. I had a rough time trying to balance work and studying. My GPA was 3.33! However at this point I started to get chill about it, but I know I have to go back on track (my target is to maintain my overall GPA to be above 3.5).

During the 1st semester, I was studying at least 3 hours/day and it can go up to 12 hours/day during exam season. I utilized traditional note taking, but I do type down my notes sometimes. But mostly I use pen and paper. However, I can't continue this method of studying on my 4th semester because I am working full time. I have no time to write down my notes with hand, that's why I upgraded my laptop. I started typing all of my notes down. I also bought a pen tablet to handwrite organic chemistry answers (because handwriting on paper and digitalizing it during exam is sooo stressful, might as well get a pen tablet). But then this method isn't that useful since my grades were dropping.

So in the 5th semester I started to type out everything I hear during lecture and stopped using the pen tablet. At this time I stopped bringing pen and paper, I only bring my laptop. I only used the pen tablet once during the final exam and I don't feel the need to use it anymore, so I sold it. However this method also doesn't work for me because during class I would just open a bunch of games and started playing instead of listening to the lecture. So using laptop to study also not really helpful for me. My laptop is big and heavy so my back was hurting as well. At this point I know I won't be able to bring my laptop everyday to campus and I might need to buy a tablet. Not only for health reason, but this time I really need to find new method of studying since other digital methods are not working for me. I feel like tablet would also motivates me (but at this point I'm still not sure with this).

So, for my 20th birthday, I bought myself a Xiaomi Pad 5 with 8GB RAM and 256GB of internal storage. I wanted to get an Ipad so that I can use the goodnotes app, but I can't afford it. Learning from my past experience, I know I can still use alternatives to achieve the same thing (study, ofc). So I went for the cheaper version and hands down, this was the best big girl purchase I've ever made to this day. I started exploring different apps for note taking and eventually bought the stylus as well. I used to use Samsung notes on my laptop but I can't seem to install it in my tablet, so I use an app called Flexcil, which I recommend! I started writing down important notes directly on the lecture presentation. I record every lecture and started engaging in class whenever I can. At first, it was really hard because I'm not the type of person that likes "attention" in class and I don't like to raise my hand because people will look at me. I was scared of being judged. But after I started answering and asking questions to the lecturer, it became much easier for me to understand the material.

I mean I do play games sometimes during class and I don't feel like writing. In those days, I only record the lecture and highlight important points. I usually ask my friend for their notes on the day I don't feel like studying in class. I mean, there would always be good and bad days, right?

Fast forward to midterm exam, it became easier to study because all I have to do when reviewing is to read my handwritten notes. If there's anything I don't understand, I just simply replay the lecturer recording. I started asking my friend for tutoring and help. If none of my friend is able to help me, I will seek help from the lecturer. This helped me so much and my grades were going up like crazy. My GPA this semester was 3.92 (!!!).

It's really crazy considering I was going from 3.33 to 3.92, a 0.59 increase! Took me a while to find this method but I am grateful that I am able to make it work. My big girl purchase feels so worth it. Although I believe that this can be achieved by printing out the handouts and jot down notes using a pen, but a tablet definitely helped me so much since adding pictures and definitions is just one google search away.

I definitely did not expect that getting a tablet would change me so much. But yeah, it definitely gives me confidence boost and motivates me to study more. Making this type of digital note helped me focus (because I have to take down notes with stylus instead of typing) and understand the materials, making me able to engage with the lecturer during class. Being active in class helps me retain information better, resulting in better grades.

If you want to step up your studying game, you definitely have to try to engage during class because I really do think this was the biggest turning point in my studying life.

Prepare handouts before class (read if possible).

Take down notes directly during class (important points, don't forget to record the lecture to help during review)

Engage in class activities

Try to answer questions and ask if you don't understand (even if it means your lecturer has to re-explain the whole part, you can ask them outside class hours)

Get what you need to get in order to motivates you to study

Take care of yourself!! (eat good food, good sleep, drink water)

I hope my story can give you my point of view of using a tablet for studying.

#study #tablet #ipad #studyblr #grades #studying #studygram #study notes #food technology #university #student

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agooberscanons · 6 months

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Sitting at home alone, Sayori hums to herself softly as she starts cleaning up her desk. Usually used for doing work at home, today it has deserved a much needed break while the woman didn't have to go to her job today. It's Saturday, after all!

The young woman coos and sways in place as she makes the desk a little more tidy. Sayori's room is more of an organized mess, in that she knows where everything is and should or shouldn't be. She likes it that way, much to the detriment of others who come to visit.

A blank canvas, for once, as she stares at the desktop. It's good for a productive tomorrow, but it looks a little sad and lonely right now. Oh! She can do something she hasn't done in a long time: A little doodle session! It'll be a great idea! She goes to grab some thick cardstock paper and her markers, getting right to work.

Some sunshine, some cows and blue hearts all over are Sayori's telltale signs of her mood. Of course, she's so used to drawing these that her mind starts to wander. Nothing wrong with a little daydreaming, right? She closes her eyes slightly as she keeps on scribbling, clearly focused in her head and no longer on the paper.

She hears a voice. It starts soft, but it is getting louder and stronger. Is that a piano? Suddenly, Sayori is thrust into a spiral of emotions that aren't her own, but are about her. That voice. She knows that voice. It's Monika. She sounds like she's playing her heart out about.... about her.

Sayori jolts back to reality in a loud choking gasp as it seems like she had stopped doing everything while she was under. How...how long had she been sitting there like that, just staring at herself in the mirror? She shakes her head as she tries to brush off the wave of nausea while something catches her attention nearby. Her canvas.

All the hearts and cows and all are still there, but now a very detailed sketch of Monika's anguished face stares back at her. Mid-lyric even, it seems. Tears welling up in her eyes, just like Sayori's are now. She chokes out a sob as she tries to understand what the hell that just was. She knows it had to be real and happen to her because this sketch wasn't here before, but it is literally her handiwork. She knows her own style.

The young woman shakily brushes her fingers along the sketch, unsure of what to do or say. She kind of just slumps into her desk chair and holds her face in her hands, crying quietly to herself. What could she even say?

"........ I don't belong herrrrre............I don't belooooooong herrrrreee..........I don't...... belooooooong........"

She sniffles as she tries to wipe her face and nose, clearly a bit shaken by this experience. She stares at her sketch again, seeing how hurt Monika still looks even through a drawing. She needs a moment to collect herself. The young woman goes to get up and head to the kitchen. She figures that some food might help calm her down enough to figure out what happened and...and maybe call Monika about it later. It hurts a little too fresh right now to focus, otherwise.

However, another song starts pouring out of her own heart that starts to override the sad feelings from Monika's feedback. This one is a little more accurate for them both, she feels, and she'll see how Monika feels about singing it together with her later. Who knows? It helps some of her students to sing, why not her best friend and girlfriend?

"........I see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all is when the sun comes shining through....to make those rainbows in my mind, when I think of you sometime, and I wanna spend some time with you...~"

"Just the two of us...we can make it if we try! Just the two of us...just the two of us...~", hums the peachette softly while making a surprisingly normal sandwich for once. A little fictitious chicken, some fresh green romaine lettuce, a splurt of mustard and some multi grain bread.

It seems that Monika's life choices are being taken seriously by Sayori enough to at least try being better about how she eats. That means a lot for Sayori to willingly give up a lot of her favorites to try and understand someone else's point of view. She puts a few together, puts everything on else away and munches along quietly as she thinks things over still. This is going to be quite the weekend, it seems.

".......Just the two of us, building big castles in the sky....just the two of us........you and I.......~"

#standing idly by #sayori #long post #dramallamas #monika #brownhairdbookworm

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eivuhekoi · 6 months

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Eivu's Travels [Vintage Story; 8]

By messing around with the /help command, I found out that this game has a map. Using the /waypoint command, I added a marker so that I would never lose my base ever again.

I'm not sure if the torch I added at some point was helping at keeping the goblins at bay, since it seems that there's more of them on my mountain during the morning after it went out.

But not having a spear on hand is going to make removing them a lot harder. Hopefully making a ladder means that I can have a more safe passage.

I wanted to find out if the goblins were scared of torches, but at least thrown torches seemed to have no effect on them.

Also turns out that the dirt stair case does not cause fall damage for some reason, despite similar heights doing so previously.

Killing a goblin I found in a cave revealed that they have a chance to drop something called "Flax Fibers"

I am not sure if it's due to burning in sunlight, but the goblins seem to disappear from under my base during the day. I guess it could also be due to despawning as I have been quite a ways away.

My storage vessel had finished cooking, meaning that I finally had a place where Horace could not steal my valuable stuff. Now I only had to wait for the watering can, which I needed as soon as possible. During my earlier walking around, I had noticed that all of the turnips I had planted had died. Undoubtedly the work of Horace. That bastard.

My spruce sapling had also sprouted, and apparently would fully grow in 13 days.

I figured out that the earlier on fall damage on the dirt staircase happened because I was holding backwards. It seems that if you are falling next to a wall and walking into said wall, you don't take fall damage. An interesting glitch to say the least.

I encountered a weird red mist cloud, and being the coward I am, I promptly left the location.

What on earth is Horace planning? I must find a way to arm myself as soon as possible. That madman is not to be trusted. Especially since he seems to be messing around with the forbidden arts.

Using a combination of dirt blocks, wood-ladders and rope ladders, I made the journey up my mountain a little bit safer. When I got up to my fire-area, I was greeted by the sight of my watering can having finished being fired. Now I could plant my garden in location safe from Horace and his evil magics.

Turns out ladders are somehow more dangerous than what I had been doing previously, as when I tried to go gather water in the middle of the night, I managed to fall down a long distance and almost died. I decided that water was not worth dying over, and went back up to my fire-area.

While waiting for the night to be over, and for my health to regenerate, I prepared my coming farming area. So what once was the roof of my dirt-hut, has now become the start of my coming farm.

Light also probably has a hand to play in keeping the goblins at bay, as when I tried to go into my hut, I was taken of guard by one of them, but was thankfully able to escape back to my fire-area. Now I just need a way to keep a more permanent light down there, as torches extinguish themselves after 48 hours.

In my character screen, I noticed that the "Rift Activity" had turned from Calm to Low. I think that reddish mist cloud may have been a rift of some sort? Is Horace secretly the antagonist who summons rifts and when the activity gets high enough I just lose? I must stop Horace.

I found a way to get down my ladder of death, but due to the frequent need to switch ladders. it it is currently very iffy. I'm going to make it so that it is one single continuous ladder for ease of use.

I was also able to save the beets that Horace had killed earlier. That madman better stay out of my stuff in the future or I swear I'm going to-

I decided to touch Horace's funky red rift and it caused the entire world to turn red and a gigantic gear appeared on the horizon. It also caused the gear meter in the middle of my screen to lower considerably. Well, now there's only one thing left to try. Since here at Eivu's Travels, Experimentation isn't about why. It's about why not! So What happens when the gear goes to 0%?

Turns out it functions similar to the sanity meter in Don't Starve. The gear effect doesn't seem to go away and Weird Goblins are now afoot. Also my character is making more noises, probably trying to imitate the talking of a mad person. Given these things, I have decided that the appropriate name for the stat that the gear meter tracks is Gearanity. After lowering my gearanity again, it seems that the noises where made due to low gearanity causing the player to get periodically hurt.

The wind seems to be blowing harder now, and the rift activity has moved to medium. Are these things connected? Is this the beginning of a temporal storm? But most importantly, is Horace a Xerox?

Doing exploration, I ran into another of Horace's portals. They seem to be getting more plentiful. I made myself a raft and left

I set sail expecting a great wide sea. Unfortunately, all I have is this massive lake. And all I found was bears, and I would rather not become bear food. Hopefully I am able to move pick up and move this raft from body of water to another. It was quite expensive at 12 logs and 3 rope.

Picking up the raft was actually quite easy. Lucky me.

Back at home, I planted all the seeds I had and watered them with my glorious new watering can. I'd like to see you try to steal these, Horace.

Seems that torches are currently the best source of light for keeping away the goblins, despite going out. The other option at my disposal is a firepit, which requires more fuel and doesn't last as long. But it can be refueled, I am not sure if torches can be. The last torch only seemed to break when I tried to pick it up for lighting. It didn't drop a torch.

#vintage story #journal #video games

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hisredhysteria · 2 years

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Headcanons for Cutthroat as a Child

Note: I am alive..! I've been editing more so than writing, but I did promise I'd post these even if it was just Cutthroat's..! I always assume my followers have already seen Cutthroat's past panels, but if not, they're here just in case...! Although you can probably read these without it, since they're just for fun on my end.

TW: blood mention, killing bugs, and some of this may be disturbing in some way.

Summary: I suppose the title works wonders for me here-

Don't let yourself be fooled by his innocent demeanor~

He WOULD peek through the cracks of a bathroom stall, see the person wearing red, and shout, "look..!! look, mama they're wearing red..!"

In all seriousness though, the relationship between Cutthroat and his mother was likely to be heavily admired. Every other mom would seemingly be jealous that she had managed to obtain such a close knit bond with her son.

From an outside perspective, they're the perfect mother and son duo...! Little do they know why it's such a close knit bond..

His mom was often stopped by other adults, who admired Cutthroat for being such an adorable child. Ironic, to say the least.

Strangers compared him to that of an angel, pure and white.

He was somewhat popular amongst adults who only took him at face value, and he was the talk of the neighborhood as well.

Because Cutthroat was quite different looking, it was easy to throw your eyes his way when out for a stroll, even as a child.

However, being well mannered to match the innocent look was a little bit of a skewed story. People forgive a lot of bad manners when you're a kid though, right?

At least, Cutthroat's mother did.

Other children could sense a strange feeling from being too close to someone like Cutthroat, so most kids refused to approach him.

He didn't seem like someone that even wanted to be included in their activities for the most part though. He was happy to do his own little thing.

Sure, he may have gotten a few shy approaches from other kids offering to play with him…but he was much too busy daydreaming.

About his mom's halo, of course.

Occasionally he'd happily accept other children's invitations to play on days he was feeling antsy..! The playdate would become more and more ...odd, the longer Cutthroat spent time with them though. Leaving the other kid disturbed when they went home...

Because of this, rumours were eventually spread about Cutthroat being a dangerous child. However, they were small and not well received nor believed.

If Cutthroat saw his mom in view while playing with another child, the playdate would end right then and there so he could run off to her. Not so much as a goodbye to his playmate. His mother is the ultimate playmate in his eyes.

Cutthroat had no interest in progressing academically either….not unless his mom was there to teach him something. Even then, he was too busy staring at her red halo..

Daycare attendants had found Cutthroat to be a child like any other, maybe even a little more special because of how sweet he looked.

He did get very excited at certain things, especially when they were red…but it wasn't something the daycare attendants found too odd. They may have had an inkling he was different because he had some strange habits…but all kids do, it's forgivable...!

His unusual behavior started to come to the surface when he presented his mother one of his very first special drawings…

His innocent smile is the first thing she noticed in the drawing he made. Then the knife drawn in his hand. Then a body that resembled her own, encompassed by a messy red splatter of red marker….

Well, since he's her angel…of course she had to frame it...! He did mention it was special...

His favorite room in the house was always the bathroom or kitchen. He'd rarely spend time alone in his room and would generally prefer being wherever his mom is in the house.

He'd probably sneak into his mother’s bed while she was sleeping or get upset if he had to sleep in his own room.

He'd put things in his mother's shopping cart and she'd rarely tell him no…

Avid ant stomper…ah..! It's just so fun to watch them curl up into a little ball, twitch…then die.

Bigger bugs were more fun for him though…or even mosquitos. Wack a plump one and watch as a small hint of red leaks out..

Marshmallows had him easily fooled. If you wanted to bribe him with them…it wouldn't be too hard, even as an adult.

Would probably be a menace in classrooms...pulling the fire alarms because they're red. Sneaking sharp objects because they're shiny....eating glue because it looks like the same sticky consistency of a melted marshmallow....

He's also thrown a level 9 tantrum after slipping and hurting himself in a rain puddle he purposely jumped in.

After his mom told him it was dangerous to jump in rain puddles...

#akudama drive #akudama drive headcanons #hopefully my writers block dissipates because I have so many ideas and no way to put them into words #if anything at least by October because I want to do a few prompts for Whumptober including Cutthroat and Courier #if I did I'm not sure if I'd post them yet though #I guess it would depend if I liked what I wrote enough #OH I should mention that the first line in the hcs is a line taken from Ashley's Theme Song in WarioWare

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sewi-li-suwi · 1 year

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This is @anti-anti-anti-anti-wiz-council, asking anonymously because I can't ask from a sideblog. This ask is in response to your question in the tags about my use of "innit". (Obviously this whole ask is OOC.)

While "innit" originated as a contraction of "isn't it", it was my impression that in at least some British dialects it had come to be used as a general-purpose intensifier, even where "isn't it" wouldn't make grammatical sense. I did check a couple of online dictionaries to make sure before I made that post, and both the Cambridge Dictionary and Wiktionary seemed to confirm that impression, complete with sample sentences. ("They're such a wicked band, innit"; "You like listening to pop music, innit?")

That being said, it should be noted that the person playing @anti-anti-anti-anti-wiz-council is not an actual Brit, but an American attempting to affect an exaggerated British dialect for the character, so I make no guarantees that I'm using all these words correctly. (And there are almost certainly places I've used American spellings, because it would be hard to consistently keep track of that.)

(Oh, come to think of it, I already know one place I used American spellings—I wrote "color" instead of "colour". Whoops. Oh well.)

oh cool! yeah, i'm most used to it being used alongside dunnit (doesn't it), dinnit (didn't it) and wonnit (wasn't it), used for present tense verbs, past tense verbs, and past tense other stuff respectively. ig "won't it" /wəʊnɪt/ would also be the same sorta thing. i should also say that i i'm guessing the spelling of most of these, and they exist in my dialect primarily as loans from other dialects.

hang on, i can make this into a table (hopefully this works fine):

past present future

verbs: dinnit dunnit won't it

non verbs: wonnit innit won't it

i think in your examples ("they're such a wicked back, innit" and "you like listening to pop music, innit?"), i'd use "aren't they" and "don't you" instead, but it definitely makes sense that innit'd be used in all cases! it's definitely the most prevelant, and this is actually symptomatic of a wider process called grammaticalization - the way that content words evolve into grammatical markers. there're three main recognised processes:

semantic bleaching: word loses meaning (n/a in this case, but look at "i have to" or "i gotta" for a good example)

morphological reduction: word loses agreement with person, tense, number, etc, and becomes used in more places (seen in the examples you gave)

phonetic erosion: word becomes quicker and easier to pronounce (isn't it > innit)

anyways! thanks for sending the ask :D i really enjoy stuff like this

#also dw about using american spellings in places #i'm british and tend to use both ''color'' and ''y'all''#linguistics #ask #sewi's stuff #yeah thanks for the ask #i enjoyed writing this :D

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hiriaeth · 2 years

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I almost finished All the Mother's Rage and my god white women even while writing about their own experiences, claiming to dispel the myth of uneven parental load, have to make sure the patriarchal system they feel they owe has been thoroughly for validation of their femininity.

She ends the book thanking her husband as a muse lol and adds he's also something more. Ummm

Also thanks her parents for enduring their marriage???

Fills the book with concrete examples and claiming that men need to be responsible yet never, never explicitly says these men are doing this purposely in the examples she states (just that they don't seem to know what they are doing, mystifying lol)

Of course, has her casual racist moment lamenting if Michelle Obama eventually had to cave whats the hope for the rest of us? Yawn. Funny, she noted that Black women and men tend to be more honest about the state of heteronormativity and went on to prove that with her book which is well researched but still maintains the tone of one of the books she criticizes (Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus).

The entire book is tainted with wishy-washy, rose coloured glasses that stems from women dissociating from their own experiences, yet the book only touches on how men dissociate in their relationships with their wives??? The book is about how women's humanity is ignored and debased and yet, women's actual feelings and in depth of what the causes of this stress is left untouched and the book ends as it began.

She states its a marker of a failing patriarchal society that doesnt support women if the birth rates are declining, massive yikes. Sorry, even in a world where you have an amazing husband and all the community support, you will struggle with more than 3 kids. That's just reality because raising a child and actually devoting energy to them being the best they can be is time and energy consuming and we are all limited in what we have to give while also supporting ourselves.

Most parents are attending to their basic needs and ensuring their are a productive citizen (bless those trying to work around that and provide more in a society that hates children) but doing this while also growing as an adult into the versions of you that deserve to explore cant be done while attending to a small colony of children. And in a world where women have the support and aren't coerced into having kids, families will be smaller as some wont have kids and others will have the number of kids they are comfortable supporting.

One reviewer complained the book offered no solutions and then added that its good because her husband is perfect so she doesnt need it? wtf

Another reviewer on Amazon, gave this book 5 stars and posted a picture of her attending to the baby while her husband ignores her and plays video games. Sigh.

Totally understand why Jane Ward said this book was depressing, though she was likely speaking to the stats and overwhelming evidence of parental load not shifting since the 80's. But I think its also how deeply ingrained suffering and sacrifice and ensuring the status quo isnt in anyway upended in a book that's suppose to bring illumination.

I've struggled endlessly why it seems like an Herculean task to at least make more cis women open to the journey of questioning/reorganizing/recreating their identities and this book makes it abundantly clear that for many, doing this is tantamount to forsaking their humanity, as it has been moralized to being a good girl so deeply.

Among my close group of friends, I'm the only lgbtqia person and on top of that the only who is openly gender questioning, they are all amazing and supportive but again maybe I can relieve myself of the need to actively intervene (they do listen to me and are making changes which is at least good), I will love and support from afar while not getting entangled in the heteronormative death drive that permeates most relationships. Its much deeper than just doing that, there are complex neurological patterns, trauma, background, relationship with their bodies and an acceptance of a new world view required to move past this.

For myself, I'm going to stick to primarily reading transformative works from people of colour (as too many white people, particularly white women wont give this movement the depth and nuance it deserves, as they strongly believe they benefit from it) and keep moving forward.

#long post #I havent given up mind you on the cishet women in my life #I havent mentioned the cishet men bcse in all honesty they are much further along on their journey and living alternative lifestyles that #I understand and empathize a lot with the enormous ask of becoming for cishet women in relationships but they really are on their own #interesting the couple of yt women I know who are like naww im good are living amazing lives #the one with a kid has only one and an amazing husband but they listened to themselves knowing 1 is all they can handle #its really hard to get this moving at a systematic level when you realize destabilizing the family and making women labourers is the #bedrock of capitalism

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casspurrjoybellbittner · 2 months

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Wreckless - Just Like Finn

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

Rhys has a coloring book of animals and games.

One of the Power Rangers and one of cars and trucks.

I take that one and we end up on our stomachs, chins on hands, ankles crossed in the air.

I haven't sat in this position in longer than I can remember.

We've been coloring for at least fifteen minutes when he says...

"It's okay if you want to be Finn. Or need to be. I don't mind."

It's not that.

"No, I want to play I just... it's hard sometimes."

"Yeah."

He looks at me and smiles.

"I know. 'Cept for me I go Little at bad times. Sometimes at school during free hour or if the kids are doing an art project I sort of slip up. But I catch it, I'm a good teacher. I can stop. But sometimes it sneaks in."

I bet it does.

"I'd probably mess up at school with kids too. But I wear a suit and work with all grown-ups and I'm really new at being me around other people."

"Well Emmett seems really nice, Finn and now you can practice with me and Quincy. Hey, did you get your tattoo?"

I didn't and now we're leaving soon so I might not.

That sucks.

"No. I wanted it, too."

"I'll make you one," he offers, holding his marker towards me.

"I think we'll get in trouble."

He sits up and very seriously says

"Why? It's washable. See?"

He points to the marker and he's right, it says washable.

"But we can have them for today. I'll do one for you and you can do a bunch for me. Like yours, please? I want arms like you."

By the time Quincy comes up to get Rhys for his nap, I am sporting a new shell and his name on my arm.

He has done most of his left arm himself, he has practically a whole sleeve that he's done as similar to mine as possible.

I've drawn, at his request... Floppy on his right arm along with a bunch of stars and the moon.

We're so engrossed that neither of us hear him come up the stairs and then he bellows

"RHYS."

Rhys jumps up and hides his arms behind his back.

"Hi Quincy."

"What did you do, bunny? Huh?"

"We colored."

"Yeah, I see that. Why don't you show me?"

"It's washable," he announces.

Granted, it's important but I'm guessing Quincy already knows.

Quincy nods a bit.

"Yes, I guess they are. Show me, bunny."

Then he leans out the door and yells down the steps...

"You might want to see this, Emmett."

Rhys slowly presents his arms and he's smiling so wide that even Quincy is having a hard time frowning.

"I'm pretty like Finn. And I have a Floppsy. Finn made it."

"Very cute. Does Floppsy have tattoos too?" he asks.

Good question.

Rhys just laughs.

"No, just me. And Finn. I made him a shell. Show him Finn."

Emmett appears in the doorway as I hold out my arm and then he sees Rhys and his eyes get wide.

"Wow."

I think he's trying not to laugh.

"Luckily it seems to be contained to their arms," Quincy replies.

"Rhys, it is nap time."

"But we not done."

Quincy chuckles.

"Oh, yes you are. That is enough tattoos for anyone. Put everything back in your back-pack."

Rhys immediately starts cleaning up and I help because there are markers everywhere.

"Good boy. Thanks for helping, Finn."

He takes it from Rhys and slings it over his shoulder.

"Now go and use the toilet and then come into our bedroom, bunny."

"Do I get a spanking?"

"Do you want one?"

Rhys just kind of smirks.

He might.

"Milk time," he says.

"Bye Finn. We can play again after nap-time, okay?"

"Okay."

Emmett walks over and offers his hand.

I take it and stand up.

"Time for lunch, you must be starving. I have to admit that you guys were playing so nicely that we didn't want to bother you. I figured you'd come running down the stairs when you got hungry but I guess you were too busy. Come on down. We'll give them some privacy."

I accidentally let my frown out and he laughs.

"Naughty boy... come on."

I end up on a stool and Emmett makes us both sandwiches.

"Can we go in the pool?"

"Sure, this afternoon. Let me get a better look at this shell."

He puts his plate down next to mine and sits.

"Not bad, actually. Is that where you want yours?"

"We don't have time now to get it but yes, I want it right there."

He raises his eyebrows.

Okay, that was whiny.

"I booked you an appointment for tomorrow at eleven. Thought we'd pack up the house and then do it on the way home so you could get as much pool and beach time in as possible."

Oh, he did?

He didn't forget.

"I like being in the water."

"I know and that's easier without a fresh tattoo."

"You're smart, Em. But we can stay in tomorrow afternoon, right? Or go to the arcade."

But I wanna go to the beach, he's right.

And the tattoo place won't be open Sunday probably.

"I don't know."

"You can decide tomorrow morning, grasshopper. Now, Quincy and I are gonna grill for dinner, how does that sound?"

Yummy.

"I love bar-b-que."

"Me too. Honestly, he's gonna do all the work, wants to thank us for letting them stay and I'm not sure I can grill without burning everything or giving us food poisoning. What I can do is shop. You wanna come with me or stay here and relax? Won't take me long."

I'm barely Finn and if I go outside with people I'll have a hard time.

"I'll stay and watch a cartoon, okay?"

"Absolutely. I'll get you all hooked up before I go. What's your favorite food off the grill?"

"Hamburgers."

They're the best.

"With cheese."

"Hamburgers and cheese, it is."

I hop onto the couch and he drapes a blanket over me and turns on the cartoon channel.

"And I want 'roni salad please, it's yummy."

"Roni? Macaroni, you got it. I will look for it."

"Thank you, Em."

He leans over and kisses my forehead when he gives me the remote.

"Be a good boy while I'm gone."

"I will."

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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AYE requests briefly open you say? Then here ya go: MC (female or gn) turns into a child for a day courtsey of Solomon (maybe around 5) with the Brothers. I think it'd be adorable, what with finger painting on spell books and things, but there ya go!

The MC is Now Five Years Old, Thanks Solomon...

Oh boy…. A little kid in Hell sounds like a train wreck admittedly, but at least they'll have some pretty strong guardians right? I heard It'll Be Okay by SMLE & Helen Tess and decided that was JUST the feel this sort of request needed.

Intro:

Solomon really doesn't mess up spells often. He's been doing this for a while (at least as far as my headcanon is concerned) so he's gotten pretty damn good at magic over the years. It takes a looot to make him mess up. Like say, a natural disaster, an unexpected surprise… or a whole-ass MC getting knocked into what sigil he's using at just the wrong time. Yeah. That'll do it.

How in the world is he going to explain this to the brothers…?

Lucifer

His anger toward Solomon is quite severe… tempered only slightly by how utterly adorable kid!MC is. (Well all know he's got that soft spot for cute things 🤭) It reminds him so much of his brothers at that age…

The man basically reverts back to being Dad!Lucifer sooo fast.

He's the one tying their shoes, checking on them throughout the day, making sure they're not running with scissors… that sort of thing.

Weirdly enough he's not that bothered by it… In fact, his brothers find it a little unnerving just how at peace he seems when he's keeping track of kid!MC doing this or that… It's like he's just put on an old pair of gloves and found out they still fit.

Speaking of his brothers, Lucifer can't turn off "Parent Mode" so it starts spilling over to them too...

When he started telling Levi "It's bedtime" and used a napkin to wipe Beel's face for him in public, they decided to hold an informal intervention. They're grown demons now, damnit!! 😖

Mammon

The first thing kid!MC did when they saw Mammon was fling themselves at him while screaming "MAMMIE!!!" at the top of their lungs… Regardless of his confusion, the man could probably die happy now.

He only gripes a little bit about being saddled with babysitting duty… Because everybody knows he's not the babysitter now. He's the playmate.

"Mammie, I wanna play House!!" "I ain't playing House with ya, kid. How 'bout Tag?" "No way, you're too fast!" "Hide'n Seek?" "Luci said we can't play that no more…" "Well don't hide in the oven again!" "You didn't find me!!" "That was the problem!!!"

Pretty much the Man-Child/Actual Child Duo. He's perfect for keeping up with them and they'll whine incessantly when they can't find him for too long...

Totally the brother to take them to the amusement park or really any of those super fun places kids love. He will be just as excited as they are to be there, too.

It's not uncommon to find Mammon passed out on a couch or something with an equally exhausted kid!MC sleeping on his back. The two can really wear each other out…

Leviathan

He's probably the least perturbed by this change. Sudden de-aging of characters is a pretty popular anime trope, after all...

He's not all that taken with kid!MC though to be honest… Largely because he's too worried about keeping his stuff out of their grubby mitts. 😖

"Levi, what's this?" "GAH! Don't touch that!! That's my limited edition Ultra☆Rainbow Witch figurine!!" "I wanna play with it, though!" "It's not a toy!!" "That's not fair! You have nothing but toys, Levi!! You need to share!!" "NO I DON'T!!!"

In those times where Lucifer forces him to share, Levi goes full neat-freak. He handles all the discs and games himself, everything gets practically sterilized, and kid!MC HAS to wash their hands before they touch ANYTHING (especially the game controllers). He ain't risking any random kid-gunk getting on his precious possessions… 😰

He does enjoy playing games with them well enough, at least. No one's going to pass up a game of Devil Kart after all!

Sometimes he'll let them win just to see how happy they get… Though, then they start getting a big head about it so he has to remind him who the actual gamer is with another string of losses... Sucks to suck, kid! 😌😏

Satan

… You know, five year-olds ask a lot of questions… A looot of questions…

"Satan, what's that?" "An umbrella. You use it so that rain doesn't get on you." "Where does rain come from?" "Evaporated water collects in the atmosphere and-" "Is rain like the sky peeing?" "...." "Satan? Does your face hurt?... Satan?"

Please Lord, they may not be on speaking terms, but someone has to have mercy on his patience...

In truth, Satan's kind of charmed by how curious kid!MC is, he just wished they'd listen more to his boring explanations…

"Satan? Why does everyone listen to Diavolo?" "Lord Diavolo is like a king to us demons." "Where's his crown?" "He doesn't wear a crown." "Oh… You don't wear a crown and people listen to you. Are you a king too?" "I mean, you're not wrong… 😏" "Satan, get back to work."

Eh, maybe having a little MC isn't all that bad. They don't lie, after all. 😌

Asmodeus

OMG he hasn't seen a child this cute since the twins were in diapers!!!!

If Mammon isn't around then Asmo takes over babysitting duties (like an actual babysitter) and he's more than happy to do it. It reminds of him of taking care of baby Belphie!

If kid!MC has any interest at all in makeup then he's happy to foster it. He won't give them the good stuff of course, but he'll show them how to do blush, eyes, lipstick, nail polish, whatever!

He also dabbles in a bit of facepaint so do they want to look like a kitty, panda, or dragon? He's got them covered.

Asmo just likes to let them be creative in all forms, really. He's going to be the one to break out the paint and markers and just the kid!MC go to town! (hopefully not on the walls…)

Takes pictures of whatever they draw, good or bad, and happily displays them to everyone. There's not a big enough fridge to hold all the art he's going to collect (and zealously protect).

Beelzebub

Playmate #2 right after Mammon, but he's the less excitable, more responsible one.

"Beel! Beel! Watch me jump off this slide!!" 😰 "Please don't… You could hurt yourself… You slide down slides. That's why they're called that." "*GASP*... That's right! You're a genius!!" *sits back down* "Not really, but thank you." 😊 *waits for them at the bottom*

If the MC is with Beel, they're doing one of two things. Either they're playing together or gorging themselves on junk food.

Beel actually likes "domestic" games like House and Tea Party because it's an excuse to raid the kitchen. He'll play "house-husband" all day as long as he gets to actually eat at every imaginary dinnertime.

He'll play active games too, of course. Especially action-oriented ones like "Cops and Robbers" or Superheros. No one's better at roughhousing than Beel! Though he'll go easy on them, cause they're small and all… 😅

Everyone can always tell when Beel's in charge of them because he carries them around on his shoulders. He's the tallest one of the family so it's like getting to be a giant!

Belphegor

Belphie was introduced to kid!MC when they started crying during one of his naps. They couldn't wake him and they thought he was dead… Followed directly by them declaring their tears were magic when they noticed his eyes opened.

He proceeded to close his eyes again and purposely play dead just to get them all worried again. It was the smile creeping up onto his face that eventually gave him away… 😏

He likes to play with kid!MC and Beel but he's not going to let it get in the way of his nap schedule or anything. When they play "Knights" he gets to take the role of the world's laziest dragon… Rawr.

Kid!MC will only settle down for naptime if Belphie joins too since he'll read them a book like he used to do with Lilith.

Satan's usually the go-to guy for storytime, but Belphie's a close second (largely because he just imitates what he remembers Lucifer doing for him, voices and all 🤭).

He deals with their myriad of questions by just making shit up and pretending he knows what he's talking about. It's around the time that he told them that little men live inside the freezer and shave ice cubes to keep things cold that Lucifer started getting on his case about it… Killjoy. 🙄

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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You Belong With Me

“What was she so mad about?” Your voice bleeds through his phone as he scribbles on his homework with his number two pencil, sighing at your question. He looks up briefly to his window to see you at your desk across your two properties’ filing the papers for your math class, organizing your work. Your phone is sandwiched between your shoulder and your ear, your eyes narrowed as you focus on what assignments are what.

“Kei?”

He shakes his head as his mind snaps out of the daze, his golden eyes flicking down to his work. “Uh,” he sighs as he re-grips his pencil, “I teased her a little bit and she got mad,” he finished. You chuckled before covering your mouth with your hand, finally looking up at the man through your clear panes.

“You’re kidding,” you giggle, a smile leading onto Kei’s face while he listens to your voice, although refusing to look up at your face, he shakes his head in a joking dismissal.

“No, I’m not. But we are never mentioning it again.”

“Oh, good luck getting me to keep quiet!” You shout as your back straightens against your desk chair, a smug look playing on your face once the blond male looks up at you.

He stands up, a reciprocating smirk laying on his lips before he says, “You will,” before he takes his phone away from his ear, pressing the “hang up” button and raising his arm to close the drapes. You laugh with satisfaction while you exit his contact, turning on some music and tossing your phone on your bed before cleaning up your area and strumming your fingers like an imaginary guitar.

He opened his curtains expecting to see you sulking while doing your work, only to see you dance like an idiot while you blast your music, your pencils acting as a microphone as you perform your concert in front of your stuffed animals. He could hear the music from across the yard, him identifying it as your shared playlist that you two made a couple years back, the duration over fifteen hours as about three-hundred songs reside. An accidental chuckle escaped him as his eyes rested on your jumping figure for just a couple seconds. It was for entertainment. Yeah. That’s it.

~.~.~.~

Sticking your fabric marker on the construction paper, you write out your message to Kei.

“I love you”. It was a message that would tell him that he deserves the best and nothing less. It was something that you treasured and wanted to share that value with him. Something that told him that he belonged with you.

You hoped that one day you’d be able to give it to him, to tell him how you really feel, to show that you can do a better job than her, but you never got the chance. Carrying the folded slip in your pocket, ready to pull out, his phone rings. As you sit on the bench on the side of the road, you wonder how long it had been since you had seen him really smile. You had made him smile a lot before, even if he doesn’t smile a lot genuinely, there are some times where real happiness seeps through his facade. You like it when that happens, always have. You noticed how much his happiness had reduced over the course of these last few months, though.

He answers the phone very monotone, very uninterested. He sounded obligated while he spoke to his girlfriend, sighing sharply once he hung up.

“What was that about?”

“Just drama. Kind of sick of it at this point.” He sticks his phone in his pocket, looking over to your concerned expression. “It’s nothing to worry about,” he says while rolling his eyes, placing a soft hand on your head and letting it rest. His hand retracted quickly when the sound of his name rings through his ears, his head whipping towards his girlfriend's figure. He readjusts his glasses, sitting straight up and swinging the strap of his school bag over his shoulder before he gets up and sluggishly walks across the street, meeting up with the one he was set to have a date with later. He subtly waved to you prior to turning his head away and continuing his stroll with his date hanging on his arm. You ignore the glare served your way when you wave back to him, forgetting the multiple reasons of why you wanted him away from her so he can enjoy his date. Hopefully.

~.~.~.~

As you stand on the bleachers of Kei’s game, you watch him stride over the court and jump to block the ball, a playful smirk residing on his lips as he sends the ball to the other side. You clap for him, shouting praises his way in hopes he might hear you over everyone else. Especially her. The screaming and unnecessary noise making your ears bleed a bit. You didn’t mean to be irritated by it, but the pulse on your forehead and the grit of your teeth made it painfully obvious you didn’t really like her.

When the end of the game hit, you were overloaded with joy at Kei’s victory. You hurriedly make your way over to him before gripping him tightly in a hug, not caring about the sweat that drips off his body. You could feel his arms flex as he raised his arms to hesitantly reciprocate your actions until his arms completely dropped, his body stiff.

“What the hell?” He muttered under his breath as he firmly moved you aside to walk away. Following after him, you let your head peek out from the side of his back, watching it all occur in front of you. “What’s this?”

“What? Nothing, Kei,” she mewls, setting her hands on her boyfriend’s shirt as if she thought he was silly.

“Yeah, we were just, uh, talkin’.” The man before her fibs.

“Not according to what I just saw,” Kei accuses the two with a furrowed brow, fed up. You come out from behind him, glaring at his girlfriend in hate. This was it.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” the man dismisses, turning to keep the conversation with her going.

Stepping forward, you place an arm in front of Kei, stopping his movements as you eye his girlfriend. “Tell me you were not just flirting with this man and we’ll leave.”

“I wasn-”

“Don't,” you pause, taking a deep breath as you watch her take a step back, “don’t lie to me, or you will regret it,” you threaten, a sharp glint in your eye telling her that you are oh so serious about this. Behind you, Kei watches as you make his girlfriend stammer on her words, a subconscious smile leaking on his face.

She stomps away with anger, the man beside her moving away as well, scoffing.

~.~.~.~

He didn’t say much on the way home; you trailed behind him as he walked away in part anger and denial. You didn’t really know what to say. Should you go back and find the girl and beat some sense into her? Should you give some words of the wise to Kei? Would he even take it?

As you watch him slow down to match your pace, you grow confused. You were headed to your place, so why was he suddenly following? “Kei?” He hums in response, his head hanging low. “Would you like to stay at my place? I can make coffee and we can stay up shit-talking our least favorite people,” you giggle and softly bump into his side, a stifled chuckle escaping him.

“Whatever,” he mumbles with an obvious smile as he continues to walk with you. When you quietly shut the door and take your shoes off, you softly tread to the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine- the man that you took home followed, his arm planting on the marble counter as his eyes trail over your moving figure.

As you sit on the stool next to him beside your kitchen island, you converse about the drama he’s been scooped in, him rolling his eyes twice a minute and his irritation level going off the charts as he recalls the events. He hated it, you could tell. He made it pretty obvious he wasn’t happy about it, too.

“Are you still going to the dance with her tomorrow then?” You speak curiously, twirling your fingers around each other while staring blankly into the marble as you awkwardly sit there, awaiting an answer.

It takes him a second to respond, a long sigh and a deep thought coming into play in his mind once he looks over to your spaced expression. Does he really want to go? Did he want to go with her, or with someone else- you? “Probably.”

Oh. “Are you sure you wanna do that? After what happened today?”

“Why not. Nothing better to do,” he justifies, shrugging. Yeah, you probably should have seen that coming.

The note that resided in your pocket seemed to crumple a little bit when you came to terms with the fact that he may never notice you the way you wanted him to.

~.~.~.~

“Are you going?” Kei asks over his phone as he takes his suit out of his closet.

“Ah, no,” you breathe out as guilt pools in your stomach, your elbow balancing sitting on your desk while dozing off into something that is not mathematical equations.

“Oh,” is all he says before telling you he needed to get ready, giving his goodbye.

After the call ends, you see the light fading away from his room as he closes the drapes, giving you a sign to start working again. You wondered what would happen if you possibly showed up. You originally were going to go, but the date that canceled soon beforehand gave your mind a gentle squeeze, telling you that the dance wasn’t for you. Still, the tiniest urge told you to make an appearance. You groan in waver, giving in.

~.~.~.~

You felt good. You felt really good. Wearing your planned outfit to this dance, you make your way inside carefully, minding the crowd. You catch the eye of the one girl that you held a grudge against, watching her grope another man on the dance floor. You roll your eyes in disgust as you move your head around to find a tall blond in the crowd. He leaned against the wall across from you his arms crossed while his dilated pupils trace the light that bounces off the floor.

“Hey,” you greet him, his attention whipping to you as he raises his head.

“Hi,” he reluctantly answers you while standing straight up, a relieved smirk leading onto his lips. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I didn’t want to put my outfit to waste,” you smile, spreading your arms to show your attire.

“Yeah, well you came at perfect timing,” he points towards his girlfriend which you identified earlier, although he seemed like he didn’t care all that much.

Gripping the folded paper in your pocket, you slip it out with two fingers confidently. “I have something to tell you,” you admit, your eyes staying centered on his black suit.

“Go on,” he eggs, hands staying at the side of his body while he watches you fluster yourself. It takes you less than a second to shove the note in his stomach and turn around, your face turning hotter and hotter every moment. Your hands lay against your cheeks as your nerves rattle beneath your skin, your ears tingling when you hear a sweet chuckle glide against his lips. “You should have told me a long time ago, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to deal with,” his eyebrows turn up as his head tips towards the dancing figure just a couple of feet away from you guys, “...that.”

You turn around slowly, disbelief covering your face when you look at his smug expression. “Are you kidding me? You’re telling me this,” you gesture at the both of you with your pointer finger, “could have been something a long time ago?”

He sucks in through his teeth, taking a grip on your arm and pulling you with him as he walks through the crowd to the middle of the room. “Yep. Guess you missed out.”

“Says you,” you roll your eyes with attitude as you pick up your pace and place your hand in his.

He knew he belonged with you, he was just wondering when you would admit that.

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kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay · 3 years

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I don't hate you

Summary: Ransom hated you. He did. He had to. It was the only reason for tormenting you all these years in school and then haunting you even later in college.

What else could it be other than hatred?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader

Warnings: 18+, language (like, a lot. Seriously), mentions of bullying, shouting, mean Ransom, stupid Ransom (look, both of those are warnings), teasing

Word count: 2.2k

Author's note: I wrote this for @infernal-fire. I hope this not so little drabble brightens your day between all the studying and other things you have to juggle 🖤

I tried my best to fit some enemies to kind-of-lovers into this like you asked. The Chris Evans character is obviously Ransom. I do hope I got this right ☺️

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Growing up with Ransom Drysdale really wasn't an experience you would wish upon your worst enemy.

Seeing his stupid mug in school every day, from primary school up until the very last day of high school and even in college after that...

It was a never-ending punishment and it wasn't unusual for you to ask yourself if you had died somewhere along the way and descended to hell. That would explain everything that had happened up to this day.

Because sometimes having that smug, privileged fuck around sure did seem like your very personal hell. Your personalized torture chamber disguised as an average person's life.

Why Ransom loved to pick on you so much? You had no idea. Sure, the fact that he came from old money, got spoiled with everything he could ever wish for and was raised to think he was better because of it may have something to do with it.

And that you weren't everything that he was. Your place in those fancy elite schools was hard earned and not easily kept. It took work and time and more studying than any student should be forced to do.

And Ransom just loved to rub it in your face. He had bullied you ever since fourth grade. Before that, the two of you had gotten along just fine. You weren't the best of friends, but you still played together with all the others.

Just what exactly had you done to make him hate you?

A question you asked yourself yet again as you poured over your notes for the upcoming exams. Your days were spent in your dorm room, head bent bent over the papers sitting on your desk in a haphazard pile.

Markers, pencils and crumpled up paper littered the table top, your phone sitting amongst the mess, the little light at the bottom blinking to let you know you had new messages.

"Might as well," you muttered and reached for the phone. As soon as you opened the messenger, you wished you hadn't.

Rancid: Hey, smart ass. You gonna come to the party tonight?

"Fuck's sake..." you cursed under your breath. You didn't know why he even bothered. If he hated you so much, why did he always come back to taunt and torture you? He could just ignore your presence like you did with him. But noooo, he had decided to torment you for what seemed to be the rest of your life.

You: No, I have to study. Not all of us can pay for good grades...

Tossing away the phone, you tried to concentrate on your notes. You had to write top grades to keep your scholarship so you couldn't settle for anything less than excellent.

You had just gotten your tired brain to focus on the content you were trying to memorise, when a loud knock shook your creaky dorm room door in its hinges.

You jumped, heart racing as the pounding came again. After getting over the initial scare, you groaned in frustration.

You had just managed to get back into the flow, your tired and sleep deprived brain running on pure caffeine while your eyes brunt with exhaustion. You hadn't had a good night's sleep in at least three weeks and you were really stretching yourself thin this time.

And then, whoever it was outside your room, had the audacity to ruin flow of productivity you were able to force yourself into. You were ready to cry.

Getting up so forcefully that your chair fell over, you stomped over to the door and almost ripped it of its hinges with the barely restraint wave of rage currently working its way through your burnt out body.

"WHAT do you want ?! Can't you knock like a normal fucking person, or even better, not knock at all and leave me the-"

You cut yourself off when your tired brain finally registered who was standing outside your room.

Ransom Drysdale.

Ransom. Fucking. Drysdale. Dressed immaculately, expensive but worn clothing fitting his broad frame perfectly. His dark locks were effortlessly styled back and his creamy skin was as spotless as ever.

The only thing that was not as ever, was the absence of his usual smug smirk. He looked startled instead, eyes widened slightly at your almost violent outburst.

Much to your disappointment the surprised look melted off his face all too soon to be replaced by that fucking smirk.

"Smart ass, what's got you all hot and bothered," he taunted, stepping closer and crowding you back into your room while he leaned against the doorframe.

You tried to take a steady breath. You really did. But the weight of the situation was crashing down on you, all the responsibilities you had, the work that needed to be done, the tests you had to score perfectly in, the fact that you hadn't showered in more than four days and you felt disgustingly greasy everywhere just crushing you and finally breaking your hard built walls.

"Wow, you look like a mess. You should really take a shower every once in a while, grease ball," Ransom pushed when you didn't reply to his first taunt. "I'd help you with it-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

This time Ransom visibly startled.

"If I hear one more word out of your stupid mouth I am going to rip off your balls and stuff it with them," you raged.

"Whoa, princess. Calm your-"

"I AM NOT GOING TO CALM MY ANYTHING!" you shouted before he could finish. Your voice was wavering as the anger subsided and your frustration and the pure stress you had endured for months was swamping you.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, you chanted internally.

In all the years you'd known Ransom, he had never made you cry. Sure, he had seen you do it when you were little and scraped your knees or things of the sorts. But you had never let yourself cry because of him when he was around to see it. You wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Over your dead body.

"I have been working my ass off for weeks. I haven't slept or eaten properly and I still need to study for several upcoming exams. I can't- I cannot deal with your bullshit right now, Drysdale so go and take it somewhere else," you said, tears brimming in your eyes and then, to your shame, flowing over and dripping down your hot cheeks. So much for 'Over your dead body'.

Ransom looked absolutely horrified. He stared at you with parted lips and something akin to fear in his eyes as he quickly whipped his head to the left and then to the right to see if anyone was witnessing this absolute shitshow.

When he couldn't spot anyone he turned back to you and stood straight, backing away a little with his hands raised.

"Uh, okay. Calm down," he said in a hushed tone, his head ducked down as he backed further away. You only cried harder.

"Calm down, will you? I didn't mean it like that, fucking hell. I was just trying to get you to go to the party," he hissed under his breath, groaning when you still didn't stop to cry.

"W- Why would I- would I wanna go to the party with you?" you asked between sobs, hands coming up to scrub away the tears rolling down your cheeks with the greasy sleeve of your old sweater. "You h- hate me."

"What? I don't hate you. Come on, it's way past time to finally drop this hard to get act. We're not in high school anymore," Ransom said sounding equal parts annoyed and bewildered.

His unexpected and to you completely nonsensical statement caught you off guard, the instant confusion even stopping the steady flow of tears pouring from your red and swollen eyes.

"What?" you asked dumby, looking at him with teary eyes and a frown. When the words started to sink in deeper you let out a gurgle that passed for a disbelieving scoff.

"You- You think I'm playing hard to get? Is that what you think this bullshit is? You have tormented me ever since we got into the same school more than FIFTEEN years ago, Ransom. You hate me and you have made it abundantly clear, so stop this shit and piss off!"

Now it was Ransom's turn to scoff.

"Please, I didn't torment you. I just wanted your attention and you weren't giving it to me. So I had to take some measures to make you see me. 'S not my fault you're too oblivious to see it," he defended.

"Wanted my attention for what? And in what way does that justify how you've treated me?" you ask, incredulous and hurt. Tears filled your eyes once more and you sniffed angrily.

"Well, what else was I supposed to do? You always got together with the other kids. I had to do something, Ransom shot back.

"You could've just TALKED TO ME you complete idiot! What exactly do you have inside that thick skull of yours?! Grass, stones, dust?" you almost screeched. Then you dropped your head into your hands and chuckled. A watery and ironic sound.

"I can't believe my life has been made one big pile of shit just because a spoiled brat doesn't know how to communicate his feelings with others. I can't fucking believe it."

"Well, I tried," the spoiled brat in question piped up.

"You didn't try shit, Drysdale. You're a fucking prick." More tears rose to your eyes and trickled down your cheeks.

"And you're still a smart ass. Not everyone can be a social butterfly like you," Ransom retorted.

You leaned heavily against the doorframe and sighed, wiping your running nose on your already grimy sweater.

"So, what now?" Ransom asked.

"I'm not going to that stupid party. And I want an apology. A very elaborate one. Handwritten on paper and at least 50 pages long. Also some therapy to work through the years of your crap I had to endure," you mumbled, voice sounding strange because of your stuffed nose.

"Fine, no party. And an apology. Not sure I can do anything about the therapy part but I'll ask Linda," Ransom said, surprising you yet again.

"What?"

"What, what? You asked for an apology and therapy. I'm saying I'll try to arrange both. What is there not to understand?" he asked, brows raised and a hint of his usual smug smirk on his lips.

"I can't believe this is happening," you mutter under your breath. This whole situation was becoming more surreal with the second.

"Well, better start believing because now that we got rid of that misunderstanding I am not going anywhere," he stated. Then he reached out his hand and offered it to you.

You eyed it for a long moment, eyes sweeping over big, soft palm and long fingers. Your gaze darted up to his expectant face.

The fingers of your left hand twitched as you slowly lifted it and slid your palm against his.

Ransom immediately tightly grasped your hand and pulled at it, sending you stumbling into his frame face first with a startled 'oomph'.

He wrapped an arm around your middle and held you close, chuckling in that unique Ransom aka asshole way that had you both melting and raising your hackles.

"Let go, you ass," you complain and then took the chance to get back at him for this move by wiping your nose and tears all over his coat.

"Gross," he said and pushed at your head. You grinned evilly.

"You stink and you're snotty," Ransom commented with a wrinkled nose, loosening his grip on you to gold your wrinkled ans greasy form at an arm's length.

"I haven't showered in longer than I care to admit. I can lift my arms and give you a noseful," you teased. Ransom made a disgusted face and mock gagged.

"No thank you. I can smell it from here."

"Told ya I need to shower," you said and stepped back, turning to step back into your dorm room and leave him standing on the doorstep.

"I'm sure I could give you a hand with that," Ransom suggested. You could hear the smug smirk in his voice. He stepped close behind you, hovering but not touching.

"I don't think so. Also, I thought you had a party to attend. I'm sure all your spoiled little friends will be very disappointed if you don't show up," you taunted.

"I prefer your company," Ransom immediately said. You sighed and turned to close the door behind him.

"Whatever. Make yourself at home. Don't touch my stuff while I shower or I'll make sure you never touch anything again," you threatened and then dragged your tired ass towards the door in the corner of the room that hid the tiny bathroom.

As you closed the door and began to strip you couldn't stop thinking about what a horrible idea this - whatever this was - was.

When you were naked, you stepped into the shower and bent down to retrieve the shampoo that had fallen of the shelf. The creak of the door made you shoot up straight.

"RANSOM!"

...

I did not proofread this in the slightest, so I hope there weren't too many mistakes in there 😅

And even if there were, this was made with love and I hope you like it anyways @infernal-fire 😂🖤

#chris evans #ransom drysdale #knives out #drabble #actually it's too long to be a drabble but eh #kind of one shot then #ransom x reader

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

||𝟑��𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay," Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

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"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

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Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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