#so she literally .. accidentally switched two of the names around | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

eiightysixbaby · 5 months

Text

i’ll be home for christmas

PART TWO: Run Run Rudolph

previous part || series masterlist || next part

word count: 5.1k

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie isn’t enjoying life in chicago, but he’s been too stubborn to admit it. when he's at his breaking point, what comes next?

cw: switches between past and present tense, mentions of food/eating, lots of angst, eddie is an idiot but we love him, reader’s nickname is ‘sunny’

author’s note: just wanted to say thank you all so much for the love on part one! i’m so excited to be sharing more of this story. part three is in the works and should be out in the next couple of weeks :) thank you again for giving my story a chance, it means so much to me.

Present Day: December 18th, 1989.

The droning, repetitive sound of the cash register’s scanner is giving Eddie a migraine. Beep. A sweater is thrown into a bag. Beep. Some cooking utensils. Beep. A toy truck and a Barbie doll.

The impatient face of the woman who stands before him only makes him want to move slower, and she scowls when he “accidentally” purposefully drops one of her items to the floor.

“Oops!” he says, giving her a fake innocent grin, shrugging dramatically before he bends down to pick it up. He debates how feasible it would be to fake a stroke or a heart attack or something while he’s down here, but ultimately decides against it and stands straight again.

Beep. He scans a tie with green and red stripes on it, presumably for the less-than-amused husband who stands at the woman's side, looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else.

He can hear the woman’s foot tapping on the waxy floors beneath them, her arms crossed over her chest and her checkbook clutched in one hand. He gives her her final total, watching as she scrawls her pristine cursive writing onto the thin piece of paper before handing it to him. He hands her several bags once the transaction is finished, pressing his lips into a tight line when she yanks them from his grip in a less-than-pleasant manner. The husband follows absentmindedly like a puppy on a leash, paying absolutely no mind to Eddie whatsoever. He might as well not have even been there.

“Happy Holidays to you, too,” he says, perhaps a bit too loud as they walk away.

Sighing, he leans onto the countertop in front of him, pressing his face into his open palms. The store’s speakers play a consistent loop of popular Christmas music, and Eddie thinks he’s heard The Chipmunk Song enough times today to last him the rest of his life. The squeaky voices of the fictional rodents ring out through the decorated space, eliciting laughter from children who can’t help but sing along.

There’s been a non-stop wave of shoppers over the past couple of weeks, and it only seems to be getting worse the closer it gets to the holiday. People in Chicago aren’t friendly about it, either. Everyone seems to be going about their lives transactionally, angry and frustrated that they have to be picking up gifts and baking cookies and wrapping boxes in the first place. Eddie isn’t used to it.

Back in Hawkins, everyone was cheerful around Christmas. The otherwise quiet town seemed to light up in December, bringing even the grumpiest of residents out of the woodwork to celebrate. The funny thing is, he never thought he'd miss it. Never imagined he'd yearn for that town, for that community. But there's a lot of things that hadn't gone according to his plan, so what's one more on that list?

Eddie can feel his name tag poking his skin through his shirt, his argyle sweater that was so impossibly opposite to his taste in fashion but that was strongly recommended by his boss; "to look put-together", he'd been told. And so he'd picked out a few "nice" outfits, for nothing if not to keep his damn job. But the material of the sweater makes his skin itch, and paired with the too-bright lights and the too-repetitive music, this job was a sensory hellhole. The smell of over-priced perfume is engrained into his nostrils at this point, and Eddie literally winces as he catches a customer spray a cloud of the fragrance out of a sample bottle.

He rolls his eyes as Donna, head of the fragrance department, dishes out her usual sales-pitch to the clueless man that stands before her, utterly and devastatingly unsure of what to get the lady in his life for Christmas. I could never be that clueless, Eddie thinks to himself, I know how to get a good gift.

And then, his heart aches as he stares blankly at the man holding two different perfume bottles in each hand. Because he remembers that the last real gift he'd bought was for you.

December 5th, 1988.

The mall was packed full of holiday shoppers, everyone in a mad rush to find the perfect gifts for each person on their lists. Eddie typically wasn't much of a shopper himself, really only coming to the mall to bother Dustin and Will at Scoops, but today was different. You wanted to start getting your shopping out of the way, and didn’t want to go alone, so of course Eddie was going to tag along. He’d been spending every possible second he could with you, running errands or getting food or seeing a movie. Even just hanging out at your apartment or his trailer. With you, everything seemed magical. Every item you picked up and marveled at in each store, every Christmas song you sang along to, it was all shiny and wonderful because it was associated with you.

You currently have him at a jewelry store, looking into a glass case filled with glittering gold and silver accessories. Some of which probably cost, individually, more than all of his possessions combined. A low whistle leaves his mouth before he hears you chirp beside him.

“Eddie! Look at this one!” you coo, pointing eagerly at a flashy necklace that sits in the case.

He’s at your side in an instant, looking where your finger directs him. His eyes land on a dazzling pendant, adorned with jewels that sparkle glamorously.

“Oh, Nancy would love this,” you muse, taking a closer look at the price tag. “I could get this for her… or I could tell Robin about it so she could get it for her. I don’t know, is it too much if I get Nancy a necklace?” you debate out loud, making Eddie smile at how flat-out adorable you are.

He loves your heart, the way you always think about your friends. You truly aren’t looking for a thing for yourself, you just want to get your friends the best gifts possible, physical objects that remind them of your gratitude for them.

“I don’t think it’s too much. Or, why don’t you give Robin a call so you can ask her straight up? Here, use the pay phone,” he offers, pulling some quarters from his pocket and handing them to you.

“You’re right, that’s the easiest idea,” you say with a cute little relieved laugh. “Wait here, I’ll be back in like, fifteen.”

He gives you a little salute with two fingers, continuing to glance around at the selection once you’ve left. His feet stop him instantly when his eyes catch a delicate gold necklace with a tiny heart-shaped pendant. It’s engraved with the letter M, and a card sits beside it that informs potential buyers that you can get it customized with any initial. It’s simple, exactly how you’d want it to be, but it’s far from ugly or bland.

Eddie knows immediately that he wants to get it for you, eyeing the price tag nervously before breathing a sigh of pure relief at the fact that it’s far more affordable than he’d have suspected. You’re the most special thing in his life, and it feels right to give you a piece of him. His initial, to wear on your neck, so you can keep him close at all times. His stomach does a little flip of excitement at his idea, and he’s grateful you’ve left him alone so he can keep this a surprise.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he says to the worker after you’ve left. “I’d like to get this one, please. Engraved with an E.”

Present Day: December 18th, 1989.

He's pulled from his melancholy daze by another customer snapping their fingers in his face, polished nails standing out at the tips of slender fingers.

"Hello? Anybody home?" the woman asks, chewing her gum too exaggeratedly for Eddie to be able to take her seriously. "Are you too stupid to understand me or what?"

Yeah. It's going to be a long rest of his shift.

•

Cars roll past on the busy streets as Eddie makes his commute home, the holiday chaos evidently in full-swing on the outside of the department store, too. He winces as a car’s tires slosh through the slushy mixture collecting on the sides of the road, sending it splattering all over his coat. He sighs, moving off to the side of the sidewalk that’s furthest from the road, brushing half-melted snow off of himself.

His body is frigid with the cold, his eyes heavy with his incredible lack of sleep and his fatigue from the most draining shift at the world's most boring job. He trudges inside of his apartment building, the tall structure looming over the Chicago streets. The large Christmas tree in the lobby makes Eddie frown to himself, resurfacing that ache he’d felt at work. The ache that really hasn’t fully gone away since last Christmas. It’s always in the back of his mind, always tapping away at his heart, a dull soreness like a bruise that won’t heal.

“Oh shit, what’s goin’ on, Edwardio?” Eddie’s neighbor, Argyle, greets him as he climbs the stairs to his floor.

“Hey, man,” Eddie responds, feeling guilty at the monotony of his voice compared to cheerfulness of his acquaintance.

“You wanna come in for a smoke sesh? Just picked up some new stuff,” Argyle offers, sticking his thumb in the direction of his door as he grabs his keys from his pocket.

“Nah, man, not tonight. Some other time,” and then Eddie’s slinking into his apartment, shutting his door promptly behind him.

Eddie never turns down a smoke sesh.

Once fully inside, he throws his things haphazardly onto the ground. He couldn’t be bothered to care about where they land — his whole place is a mess. A reflection of his mental state. Soft wool fabric of his sweater is tossed onto his bed, traded for a t-shirt so well-loved it has holes in the neckline. He goes to his dining table as he tugs the shirt fully over his head, grabbing the phone off of the wall and anxiously curling the cord around his fingers as he dials a familiar number. It rings a few times before there’s an answer, each droning dial tone making him anxious.

“Hello?” he hears Robin’s voice ring out on the other end.

“Rob, hey, it’s me.”

“Eddie!” she says excitedly. “Guys, Eddie’s on the phone!” her voice sounds further away, and he knows she’s holding the phone away from her face as she calls out to whoever else is there.

Steve shouts his name and he smiles, hearing the commotion on the other end as other people shuffle towards Robin to try and grab the phone.

“How is everything? How are you?” Robin asks him, shushing Dustin as he begs her to let him say hi.

“I, uh, I’m alright. I miss you guys,” he says, resting his forehead on the heel of his palm. “How’s everything there?”

“We miss you too. Things are….” Robin pauses, and it makes Eddie’s stomach drop. “—They’re okay,” she finishes, but she sounds unsure; like there’s something she isn’t telling him.

“Who’s there with you right now? I know I heard Henderson and Steve,” he says, trying to force some happiness into his voice.

“Eddie! You’ll never believe how the D&D campaign is going!” Dustin says excitedly into the receiver, and he can hear Robin’s voice telling him to give it back.

“I bet it’s great, you’ll have to call me on your own sometime and tell me everything.”

“I definitely wi— HEY!” Dustin says, yelling as the phone is seemingly snatched from him.

“Give me the phone back, you turd! Okay, to answer your question…” Robin’s voice is back again. “It’s me, Nance, Jonathan, of course Steve and Dustin, and then, uh… Sunny,” she trails off, getting quieter at the end.

It hurts Eddie’s heart, the way she says your name softly like she doesn’t want you or him to hear it.

“Can I… can you put her on?” he tries, wanting so desperately to hear your voice.

You haven’t talked to him since Christmas Eve. Since the night he told you he was leaving. Every time he’d call home he couldn’t manage to get ahold of you. The one time he called your personal number, the second you’d said hello and he’d announced his presence, you’d hung up. Sometimes, when Eddie happens to call Steve or Robin or Nancy during a group hangout, they’ll tell him you aren’t there, but he knows it’s a lie. Not that it matters much anyway, because even the times they’re honest with him he’ll ask to speak to you and you’ll refuse.

It hurts him, how much you’ve distanced yourself. He obviously wanted you to move forward, but he’d hoped you could at least catch up every once in a while. How stupid he’d been to think that this was a fair thing to ask of you. How stupid he’d been to think the right decision was to leave you behind, the one person who he adored, who was right for him.

“Eddie…” Robin says on the other end, her voice wavering.

“Forget it. It’s okay,” he says, immediately looking to change the subject. “Look, I just wanted to check in and see how you guys were doing. I can let you go.”

“We miss you, Eddie. We’re always thinking of you,” Robin says, and he hears Nancy say a quick “love you!”

“Tell Wheeler I love her, too. I love all of you guys, okay? We’ll talk later.”

And then the call is over. The phone clicks into its place on the wall, and Eddie is alone again. Deafening silence rings in his ears, taunting him as he stares blankly at the wall in front of him.

If he’s honest, truly honest, nothing has been right since he left Hawkins. He tries to grin and bear it, to pretend like his shitty dead-end job is making him happy and that he made the correct decision moving here. But deep down, nearly this whole time, he’s known it was wrong.

Last December, he’d been at a breaking point, feeling like he was unwanted in Hawkins and like he was just a burden to you and everyone else. He’d genuinely convinced himself that you’d be better off without him, had it in his head that you’d move on with time and that you’d be okay in his absence.

He couldn’t be more wrong, but he wasn’t aware of how much you missed him. He didn’t think he was something worth missing.

December 16th, 1988.

Steaming hot plates of scrambled eggs and bacon are placed in front of you and Eddie, followed by two sides of toast with extra butter. Taking a tentative sip of his scalding coffee, Eddie’s eyes meet yours over the rim of his mug. You do a happy little wiggle in your seat, more than content to have a meal after your drinking session at Nancy’s the previous night. Eddie’s stomach was begging for food, and he knows you must be feeling the same way.

You waste no time digging in, and he watches you with a cute smile on his face as you raise your fork to your mouth, groaning when you take your first bite of eggs. You look ethereal, with your hair unbrushed and your mascara messy around your eyes, one of his big t-shirts on your frame beneath your winter coat. His smile falters, then, as he considers how perfect you are. How you’re effortlessly flawless, and how he doesn’t come close to deserving you.

You catch him staring, poking his wrist with the dull end of your fork and breaking him out of his thoughts.

“You can’t absorb my food just by watching me eat, you know that right?” you joke, smirking around your mouthful of toast.

“I can sure as hell try,” Eddie says, pressing his index and middle fingers to either side of his head, humming while he does it as if summoning the food to him.

You laugh, the brightest little sound, before you go back to eating as normal. You don’t see his smile fade yet again as he starts to pick at the food on his plate, his appetite suddenly dwindling.

The last week had taken its toll on Eddie, to say the least. This time of year always tended to be a bit hard on him, making him reminisce on the days when his mom was still alive and reminding him that his dead-beat father couldn’t be bothered to spend the holidays with his only son. Christmas was a time for family gatherings, and Eddie didn’t have family to gather with. He had you, and the rest of the friend group, and Wayne, but it just isn’t the same as having a complete and loving family. He found himself wishing for the Christmas-card picturesque familial comfort, and his heart ached at the lack of it.

Then, to bring his mood down even more, there was the incident at the grocery store. Just last night he’d been at the store with you, picking up some alcohol for the get together at Nancy’s. You’d been following close behind him as he’d roamed the aisles, your hand wrapped around his arm. Soft laughter and warm smiles were exchanged as you waited in the checkout line, inviting the eyes and judgments of onlookers.

“What a shame that poor girl got roped in with the Munson boy,” an older woman had said to her friend as they walked by. “She could do so much better than that…” she remarked, looking Eddie up and down in a way that could only be displeased. He met their eyes, only to have them turn up their noses in response and walk away.

You hadn’t heard the comments, had been too busy selecting a candy bar to snack on, your fingers sifting over crinkly paper before deciding on a Kit-Kat. Eddie tried to shake the stranger’s comment off, really he did, but he found his brain clouded with it. Sometimes he was so good at letting things roll off of his shoulders, but he’s felt it getting harder and harder. The whole night at Nancy’s, he couldn’t stop thinking about what the woman had said; couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looked at you like she pitied you, simply for being near him. The worst part is, this isn’t the first time he’s noticed people judging you and him together. Not even close. Everywhere he goes with you, he feels like he catches dirty looks.

It makes him feel like even more of a screw-up than he already does, simply adding to the emptiness that resides within his body. In his head, he feels like that woman at the supermarket was right. You could do better than him. Why did you bother with the town freak when you could have anyone?

“Hey,” you say now, blinking at him from across the sticky tabletop. Your voice is like a shining flashlight through the fog of his thoughts, bringing him out of the murkiness. “Are you alright? I thought you were starving,” you worry, concern etched into your facial features.

He looks down at his plate, realizing he’d been dancing his fork around the porcelain and stabbing mindlessly at the now-room-temperature eggs. He’d taken a single bite of his toast and nothing more.

“Did those eggs do something to you?” you ask, playing tough, trying to get a smile from him. “Do I need to teach them a lesson?”

“Yeah, actually, they called me some pretty mean names,” he joins in, rolling his eyes, but it’s half-hearted. You notice this, able to read him like a book, but you don’t press the issue.

Instead, you simply reach across the table, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Squeezing yours in return, he tries to brush away the depressing thoughts that had berated him, and he eats his bacon and the rest of his toast before you both get up to leave. He knows he shouldn’t torture himself like this, but it’s hard not to when his whole life he’s felt like he wasn’t quite good enough.

When you arrive at your place, he walks you to the door of your building, ever the gentleman. Trying desperately to savor these moments with you without letting the town’s collective opinion of him ruin them. His heart flutters when your pretty eyes look up at him, your gentle fingers brushing against the sleeve of his coat.

“I don’t really want you to go,” you say, laughing a little but turning away as you do it, like you don’t quite want him to see.

“I don’t wanna go either. Hate leaving you,” he says, tilting his head to the side as he gives you a tiny pout.

You stand in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. The tension hangs thick in the air, and Eddie swears he could reach out and slice it with his fingernail. His heart thumps in his chest, he wonders if you can hear it from where you stand. And then, before he can truly even process it, you’re leaning in and he’s leaning in and then his lips are on yours and oh, god.

He’s never felt lips softer than yours, never felt sparks like the ones he feels right now. The kiss doesn’t last long, but in his mind it felt like he’d been frozen in that moment for hours. He can feel his cheeks flush when you’ve pulled away, but as he looks at you his heart just sinks.

You could do better than him. This is a mistake. He can’t let you do this to yourself.

He suddenly wants to sprint as far as he can away from you, he wants to curl up into a ball and hide away for eternity. He feels unstable, like the earth beneath him could crumble at any minute. His gut is telling him to leave, to go home and shut himself in to think. But at the same time, the way you look at him makes it so hard to go. You chew on your lip, giggling as he gives you a soft look and decisively tells you he has to get home. His breathing is a little shaky, and he hopes you didn’t notice.

“I’ll see you soon?” you ask, holding onto his arm.

“Yeah, see you soon.”

Your smile is persistent as you open the door to your building, waving at him through the small glass window. He offers a wave in return, before he turns heel and all but books it back to his van. He feels like he could collapse, like everything is crashing down around him.

To this town, he’s a fuck up, and maybe they’re all right. Maybe he needs to get out, to go somewhere where he can start fresh. Be someone new, not just a Munson.

His mental spiral only worsens as he drives to the trailer park, his thoughts racing in his mind. He hears principal Higgins from a few years back, he hears his neighbors, he hears the PTA moms all calling him a failure, a freak, a weirdo. A burden.

By the time he gets home, he feels like the answer to his problems is already decided. It’s been a slow boil over the course of the last week, a nagging thought that fades in and out of his brain. Now it’s finally coming to a head. There’s too many bad memories in this town, too many people that want him gone.

He needs to leave Hawkins. He needs to leave you.

Present Day: December 18th, 1989.

Initially, right after he’d left, the gang had tried reasoning with him, begging him over grueling phone calls to just come home. He’d felt horrible about it, but he said no every time. He truly wanted to make something of himself, something that he felt Hawkins could never give him.

But then, getting his foot in the door in the music industry like he had hoped was not as easy as it was made out to be. The guy at the local recording studio had laughed at him when he’d inquired about booking a session to record a demo-tape. He’d laughed harder when Eddie had asked if the recording studio itself was hiring. He couldn’t even land a job at the local record store, and he felt like his failures were just piling up. His first job in the city had been at a small book store, but they ended up letting him go due to their lack of need for his help. Not enough foot traffic, the owner had said. Not worth keeping Eddie around for one shift a week, he’d grumbled.

He’d had several failed job interviews after, growing more and more frustrated after each one. Bills and other expenses were piling up with each passing day he spent jobless, and he guiltily accepted the little bit of money Wayne insisted on sending him to help him get by. He struggled along until he finally scored a job at the big department store down the street from his place. It wasn’t glamorous, by any means, but it paid the bills… barely.

That was another thing. His rent raised unexpectedly a couple months after his move, and he’s been living essentially paycheck to paycheck ever since.

He finds himself missing Hawkins more than he ever thought he would, and it kills him every day. More than anything, he misses you. Every day he thinks about you, yearns for you, wonders what you’re up to. Most of all, he thinks about that kiss. That single, stupid kiss that you’d shared. It had been earth shattering, and looking back he isn’t sure why that wasn’t his reason to stay. Instead, it pushed him further away.

His pride had gotten the best of him, not letting him admit defeat and move back to Indiana because he wanted to seem like he had everything figured out. He couldn’t stomach the thought of returning after a couple short months and looking like a failure to everyone. Frequent phone calls home to Wayne helped him stay sane, and he tried to keep his tone upbeat for his uncle but he should’ve known all along that the man knows him too well to buy it.

That’s why, when Eddie picks up the phone for the second time tonight and dials Wayne’s number, the man on the other end isn’t surprised to hear the way Eddie’s voice cracks or the sniffles that he tries to hide. It’s why he instantly requests that Eddie tell him what’s going on, because he just knows.

And Eddie pours his heart out.

“I can’t do it, Wayne. I can’t fucking do it,” he sniffs.

“Don’t talk like that, boy, what’s got you worked up?”

“I’m miserable here. I thought this was the right choice, but it couldn’t have been further from it.”

Wayne is silent on the other end, but Eddie can hear his steady, calm breathing. He keeps going.

“Sunny won’t talk to me, and— and I deserve that, but I miss her. I miss you, I miss my friends, I fucked up, Wayne,” Eddie’s voice is raw as he talks, frustrated tears streaming down his face. “Chicago is not what I wanted it to be. It didn’t create some magical new life for me. I have virtually nobody here that gives a shit.”

There’s silence again. In this moment Eddie is so wound up he almost snaps at his uncle, but then he doesn’t need to, because his voice comes through the line.

“So come home,” Wayne replies, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“What?”

“Come home. Book a flight and get your ass here, I’ll help you pay for it. There’s still time to make it by Christmas.”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off for Eddie, in that moment. Why can’t he just come home? What’s so hard about it? He’d been telling himself no, acting as though he had to stay in Chicago. But what was he running from?

Maybe he just needed that final push. Someone to tell him point-blank to cut the crap and come home. He should've been confiding in Wayne all along. And then it all falls into place, as Eddie stews in the realization that there’s nothing truly holding him back from going home except for himself. He’d created this narrative in his head; that he needed to leave Hawkins and that no one benefited from his presence. What if that was all… bullshit? He’s been forcing himself to stay in a city he hates… for what? He slumps back in his chair, letting Wayne’s words sink in, nodding his head slowly as he thinks.

By the time he gets in bed for the night, he knows what he has to do. He knows he’s made a lot of mistakes in his lifetime, but his worst one was leaving you. Settling in under his thick comforter, his stomach turns with anxiety and excitement. He barely sleeps a wink, but for once, he isn’t mad about it when he wakes up the following morning.

Present Day: December 21st, 1989.

Eddie’s hands shake as he steps out of his cab, his breath shallow with his nerves. In a couple of short days he’d packed up his life in Chicago to leave this place behind for good. He’d left a note on Argyle’s door explaining his departure and thanking him for all of the smoke sessions, and he’d tossed his keys at the always-rude front-desk receptionist before walking out of that building for the last time.

He shuffles in through the revolving doors at the airport, hands nervously wringing around the strap to his duffel bag. Wayne had been right, of course, there was plenty of time to make it home for Christmas and Eddie had secured a flight to Indiana rather easily amidst the holiday craziness. He hadn’t told a single other soul he was coming home, and he knew Wayne certainly wouldn’t share the news without his permission. He wanted to surprise everybody, wanted to fix what he’d broken last year, and he could only hope that he would be welcomed by his friends. You were his biggest obstacle, the thing making him the most nervous, but he was more than ready to see your face again and to never let you go this time. Somehow, he’d make it right.

He takes a deep breath as he heads towards his gate, then another.

This is it. He’ll be home in Hawkins for Christmas.

taglist: @hellfirenacht @writethrough @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson @trashmouth-richie @succubusmunson @likedovesinthewnd @tlclick73 @mrsjellymunson @idkitsem @svbrbnlegends @eddiesxangel @munsonzgf @hereforshmut @eggo-segual @joannamuns9n @lavendermunson @leenameh @micheledawn1975

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson angst #i’ll be home for christmas #support banner by cafekitsune

321 notes · View notes

aroacesetitoff · 3 months

Text

OG Infinight Reference Sheet + Headcanons

Marcy Burns/Elleve the Amender

-4 feet tall

-its mentioned that she has "rainbow robes" and ive decided to interpret that as sunset colored

-pre mining accident Marcy has longer hair and has already lost her eye to unknown circumstances

-post mining accident Marcy cut her hair and it turned whiter, and she switched to more monochrome clothing-symbolizes her turning away from her faith and also grieving her husband

-still wears her wedding ring, and keeps Fred's on a chain with a locket of his picture

-we know literally nothing abt Fred but I think he was also a halfling and had a sick ass mustache

-the symbol on pre-accident Marcy's eyepatch + staff is supposed to be of the Diarians (followers of Dia). The circle is Faeza, the hands are Dia herself, and the six teardrop shapes are the Diagems. Also meant to resemble a flower as a reference to Gum Gum

-magic goblet-does it have a name? Anyways Paralyte stole it from the Sheerays so I gave it an aquatic wave/seaweed design (water = life)

-idk how to design tattoos, but other clerics of dia would probably have similar ones-i think hers are religious in nature

Ostin Tashe/Slique the Symphonius

-ya boiiii

-4'6-so just barely taller than Bart. Barely

-had the most satisfying color palette for me- i love green and so does he

-i rewatched the hobbit/lotr trilogies so Ostin is def inspired by that-gave him braided hair and armor

-idk how a tuning sword works. Like a bident maybe? Ive drawn the sword in his right hand (the one with missing fingers) but he might prefer to fight left-handed. Idk ive trained with longswords before but ive never lost any fingers so i cant say

-magic lute-gave it a greener/mossier color palette to show it was from the Elderpines. The strings are vines and the rosette has a tree design

-dont know where Ostin's scars came from either, maybe he really did fight a dragon maybe he didnt-doesnt stop him

-post-Wight Winter i gave Slique a grey streak to match with Spectril

-also gave him a cool colored eye highlight for the same reason

Leonard Lank/Spectril the Surreptitious

-i put his height around 5'7/5'8

-made the rogue armor sharp and dark-had to recolor it from the origianly palette bc it was too dark tho lmao. Fur collar to foreshadow his time in the Ethereal Plane

-post-Wight Winter i gave him simple, more homey clothes bc at that point he had a family and wasn't focused on fighting. The fur is not bear fur i swear

-already mentioned it before but his hair started turning white + he grew it out/braided it back.

-he's got normal rogue daggers, and then the Ethereal daggers. Not shown but yeah they fade in and out of the Material and Ethereal Plane

-"Walls Have Ears-Doors Have Eyes" by Clan D. Stine-the wiki i think mentioned him having books that let him turn invisible and walk through walls-this one's definitely a Leitner (ifykyk)

-boots-deceptively simple in design from the Elderpines

-piercings include several ear piercings, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing

-warm colored eye highlight to match with Slique-your honor i have (accidentally) sun/moon coded then because they are gay

Luz Prattle/Paralyte

-6'0 tall and definitely uses it for intimidation

-i think she dresses kinda emo/alt

-the only infinight with a unique logo-instead of two crossed swords its a snake eating itself

-committing to the snake bit-i gave her scale armor

-the gloves have two talons on the pointer and middle finger, based very specifically off a homebrew item i saw where the hand kind of looks like a biting snake. It contains a venom that paralyzes enemies and came from the Sheerays

-put a snake on her sword. Cause why not. Thats why she teamed up with Brink they are both snake lovers

-not drawn, but she would have a snake tattoo somewhere on her body

-hands are turning dark at the fingertips as a side effect of using the gloves so often. Her veins are visibly green because shes pale as hell and also suffering from long term exposure to Sangrianite

-facial scar-man im sorry i dont know where this one came from either. Kyborg shot her once tho i do remember that

Bo Bender/Grislee the Groundbreaker

-height is about 6'6, very tall lady

-all i had to go off was red bandana so its like her thing

-her locs are made of rocks and also have veins of gold in them

-the stuff on her shoulders and hammer are lichen-she takes such long naps outside they've started growing on her. And also earth genasi

-when shes raging she has magma veins coming from her eyes and hands, and the inside of her body also glows

-when shes not raging it cools to golden veins-still very hot to the touch sometimes

-didnt have a lot if ideas for her second outfit but i gave her a bearskin bc she is "grizzly"

-hammer is the other item from the Sheerays and is pretty much just a trunk on a stick in terms of design. Combined with the lute tho, they are probably some of the most powerful items in Faeza

Man thats a lot of characters. Should i have made these before I made 3 painting and a comic page? Yeah. But i didnt lol. Enjoy✌️

edit: fixed the magic item origins

#my art #tales from the stinky dragon #tftsd #slique the symphonius #ostin tashe #spectril the surreptitious #leonard lank #elleve the amender #marcy burns #grislee the groundbreaker #bo bender #paralyte #luz prattle #stinkydragonpod

65 notes · View notes

chemo-n-vicodin · 11 months

Note

heyooo, i saw that you are looking for requests 👀 im think something like the reader is exhausted after a long day and alex comes home after spending the whole day at studio so she tries to make him comfortable (like cooking for him and stuff like that) but nothing is working out and shes just on the verge of a mental breakdown because os exhaustion and frustration so Al takes care of her (idk im sleep deprived) (also its ok if you dont feel like writing it) Anywayssss, have a nice day :)

hii !!! im sorry this took literally forever HELP also i made it fluff i hope you dont mind, hope u have a nice day too <33

alex turner x gn!reader

(i imagine this as early sias/coconut hair alex, but the era isnt really described in the fic so u can imagine whoever)

warnings: reader breaks down; kinda angsty in that sense ? but reader gets comforted; ending is fluffy though

when alex comes home, he usually finds you in the living room, watching tv or summat, or playing with your cat milo. you’re usually there, welcoming him home with hugs and kisses and the warmth you always bring him, but today, the house was quiet when he came home.

he calls your name once, twice, before going into his and your room to check if you’re there, maybe just resting or reading.

when he goes inside, he doesn’t expect to see you laying on the bed, hugging a pillow tight, on his side of the bed, with milo also laying near you as you slept. when he takes a closer look at your resting state, he doesn’t expect to see tears drying on your cheeks. he tries leaving the room to let you rest for a while, but you wake up before he can, milo also getting up and leaving.

“al? hi, baby,” you yawn, checking your phone, “fuck, is that the time? i’ll go get dinner cooking,” you mumbled, getting up and walking to the kitchen. alex looped his arm around your waist, pressing a quick peck to your lips before asking if everything was okay. “okay? yeah, why wouldn’t it be, baby,” you mumbled again before continuing to walk to the kitchen.

fifteen minutes pass by and you haven’t made anything for your and alex’s dinner yet, your mind seemingly so preoccupied with other things that you can’t even focus on making two simple dishes. you don’t know what you’re doing wrong, but you just can’t get the soup to taste right, and you don’t know why the chicken isn’t cooking properly.

alex comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, your head leaning into his chest as you tried turning up the heat for the chicken.

“babe, i don’t think you left the chicken out to thaw for long enough,” he tells you. and it bothers you. it bothers you that he’s right and you didn’t even notice. now you’ve got a frozen half a chicken sitting on the hottest frying pan in the world, and when you check the bottom of the chicken it’s already a little burnt, with flecks of black scattered across it, and you don’t know what’s wrong, why you’ve burnt dinner, why you can’t just focus, why you just can’t seem to do anything right —

and suddenly alex is holding you in his arms on the kitchen floor, tears flowing out of your eyes as you cry. cry about what exactly, you wonder. the half frozen half burnt half a chicken? the soup that tastes so peppery because you’ve accidentally added so much black pepper? the fact that it felt like everyone and everything kept pushing your buttons today, even the poor old lady at the crosswalk who moved a little too slow that you got left at a red light?

sometimes, everything became too much.

alex let you lay in his arms for as long as you needed, even after the tears subsided and were reduced to sniffles. he hugged you even tighter then.

“you okay now, love?” you nodded against his chest. “you wanna go back in bed?” you nodded again. you turned to switch the stoves off, but he’d already turned them off without you noticing. he lifted you up in his arms, bridal style, “then let’s get you back to bed.”

you don’t know how long you’ve been laying in bed with alex, but you’ve definitely calmed down since he brought you to bed. your head is still buried in his chest as you’re playing with his hair and he rubs your cheek with his thumb, his touch more soothing than anything else in that moment. milo comes up to the bed and lays on your side, playing with your tummy, also somehow soothing you.

”better?” you just nodded. “sorry i was at the studio all day, love... if you want me to stay with you, you can tell me and we can do whatever you want, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“thank you, baby,” you whispered, slowly falling asleep in his arms, “i love you,” you mumbled before you fell asleep.

once he was sure you were asleep, he kissed your forehead again, milo purring as he pet him.

“i love you too.” he followed you to sleep.

#AHDJDHFKGJ #first writing post in *checks clipboard* MONTHS ??!!?!??#acts surprised... even though i know ive not been doing anything about it.... um..#ANYWAYS #i hope u like this bella !!!#mine: writing #alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner fluff #alex turner fanfic #idk what tags ppl use anymore bru #fluffy alex #fics: alex #requested #tee hee

139 notes · View notes

foolish-sparrow · 6 months

Text

Butterfly Effect

A/N: A little something because I have severely ruined my sleep schedule

Warnings: Memory loss (?), Alcohol, Swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

She tells you with the softest voice that it was fate that brought you together, that the red strings had your hearts connected no matter the distance. An old flame somehow finds herself in the very town you're staying in, but she's there to catch you from the fall.

The first time her name was mentioned, you had scrunched your nose in confusion.

Kazuha?

“Yeah,” Sakura shrugs, too engrossed with her Switch to take notice of your slowly building turmoil. “She’s the reason why we took cooking classes, because she really wanted to make you chocolates for Valentines.”

Your frown deepens, and you don’t quite understand why there is a deep ache holding strong in your chest.

Make me chocolates? Why?

The echoes of memories long since lost filter past your eyes for the briefest of moments, happiness and contentment blanketing your soul just as the tender feeling of ghostly fingers intertwine with your own.

But you blink once and it’s gone.

“Do you know where she hangs out?” You find yourself asking, forcing away the incessant need to smirk when Sakura drops her Switch onto the table in annoyance; the bright red flashing letters letting you know her game wasn’t going well.

She turns to you, the boredom clouding her eyes heading south as it coils around her words, “she is literally friends with your roommate, why don’t you go ask them?”

Her tone strikes a nerve slightly, but you just manage to keep it from showing on your face, “well I would have asked them if I knew that.”

She doesn’t bat an eye at your sarcasm, simply tilting her head in her palm. “Well, maybe if you were a good roommate you’d know that they hang out at the Throne Library, so perhaps go and check there.”

“Thank you,” you huff out, and you can at least inject some gratitude into your words.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

Apprehension takes siege on your body during the entire drive to the Throne Library, and no matter how hard you dig and search you can’t find the reason why.

And once you do get there, well, then comes the problem of actually finding her.

Thankfully, after getting lost after the 5th row of bookshelves, you do accidentally bump into your roommate. Their soft eyes light up when they notice it's you.

"Hey," you smile, and you don't even bother denying the tenderness caressing your lips; they just had that effect on you.

"Hi," they excitedly reply, the usual caress of their subdued tone being replaced with the genuine happiness of seeing you here.

This was why you told people that they were your baby.

Conversation falls easily between the two of you, and you watch with pure fondness when they end up on an eager rant on something that happened to them today; only stopping to apologize when the timidness they are known for kicks in.

Not that they ever needed to apologize to you, least of all for that, but you were no less quick to encourage out the stored reassurances that were reserved specifically for them.

"That being said though," you begin, unconsciously fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket when the previous trepidation once again begins filtering in, "do you know where Kazuha is?"

You're not sure what to make of the knowing smile that pulls at their lips. "She's by the poetry section, right by the windows."

A thank you is expressed, and after offering them a ride home once they've finished you venture on.

It might just be your imagination being manipulated by your nerves, but you could almost swear that the closer you get to your destination, the fewer people seem to be around.

Which would have been fine, but walking past the threshold of low murmurs, turned pages, and clicking laptops meant the prominent beat of your own heart seemed to envelop the space.

And then one corner later; time stops.

Late evening sun rays filter in through the windows; blanketing everything they touched with an orange glow of warmth and brilliance.

But that wasn't the reason as to why you felt like the oxygen had just been forced from your lungs, nor was it the reason behind the sudden case of tunnel vision.

Because as beautiful as they were, they were no match to the woman sitting comfortably under their embrace.

Her very essence seemed to dare you to look away; teasing and alluring your senses to the point of euphoria.

And then something unexpected happens, like your own body was in on a secret that your mind wasn't privy to.

"Zuha?"

The woman's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, eyes widening as she stares at you with pure unfiltered shock.

"You're... here."

You blink once, finally managing to swallow down the butterflies back into your stomach before forcing your legs to get you closer.

You don't even want to think about how and why the nickname felt right on your tongue; not when everything seems to be short-circuiting under her gaze.

And once you're standing right before her, joining her under the faithful watch of the descending sun, she smiles tenderly at you.

Something clicks in your mind, settles in your chest, and for the first time in a long time you feel like you can breathe.

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -

Talking to Kazuha comes easily, naturally, and you quickly come to adore how the two of you just seem to... fit.

She brings up your shared past, tells you all the shenanigans you used to get up to before having to move away.

Dates, arguments, kisses under the moonlight.

Each memory comes to you suddenly, abruptly, and you begin to question how you could forget such things in the first place. Especially when little pieces fall from your lips just like the nickname had, because it was once again like your mind had no idea what the fuck you were on about.

You just knew; instinctively, subconsciously.

Each time it happens her eyes light up, the stars hidden within sparkling against the orange hues.

You don't know how long the two of you talk for, but when you turn to the sight of your roommate looking guilty at having to interrupt, you know it's time to leave.

You turn back to Kazuha, and one look at her downturned expression has your jaw moving without your consent.

"Did you need a ride back?"

Your heart stutters when she gratefully accepts.

The three of you can't help but to share gossip on the way back to the campus dorms, laughter pulling air from your lungs when you share the story about the one time you started sprouting Shakespeare when you were caught cutting class.

In hindsight, you probably shouldn't have sprouted the line "Villain, I have done thy mother." But the hangover meant you gave a total of zero fucks during that moment.

The conversation has filed down into a content buzz by the time you get back, the moon having already been in the sky before you had even left the Library.

Your roommate turns to you with a tired but happy expression, wishing both you and Kazuha a tender goodnight before they sluggishly get out of the car and make their way inside.

She turns to look at you from her position in the passenger seat, and your eyes unconsciously flicker down when her lip gets trapped under a fang for a moment.

"You know... we can continue catching up if you want? I may or may not have tequila in my room."

A single brow curves alongside a surprised smirk, "how the fuck have you managed to hide that?"

Her smile is teasing, mysterious, "I have my ways. Can't be sharing all of my secrets in one night now, can I?"

God it's only been a few hours of being reacquainted and you're already so enraptured.

"Alright," you nod, "we can see if you've gotten any better at holding your alcohol."

Laughter springs from your lips at her feigned gasp, your heart dancing with the butterflies that still haven't left.

You both make you towards her dorm room, curiosity leading you to take in the place she currently calls home. Eyes zeroing in when they catch a framed photo placed on a bookshelf.

Gentle fingers reach out to take it, and you can't stop the wonder from entering your expression when you're met with a slightly younger version of yourself smiling brightly back.

It was taken at the beach, the very day the two of you had shared your first kiss.

A fluttering in your chest brings forth a glossiness in your eyes; the mind replaying that day and all the emotions that came with it.

Putting the photo back where you found it, you turn around just as Kazuha is returning with a whole bottle of tequila and 2 shot glasses.

Actually, maybe this wasn't a good idea, but there was no way you were backing out of it now.

The two of you smile in challenge before downing the first shot, and despite the insistent burn scorching your throat you feel completely fine.

"You know," she begins after a moment, fiddling with her glass, "that situation with Jung-eun? I can talk to Saerom if you want."

You had completely forgot about that.

You had mentioned that your friend needed help during your conversation at the library, but it had completely slipped your mind to ask.

"You would actually be a lifesaver."

Kazuha smiles, but there's a slight hint of wickedness to it, "I only ask for one thing in return."

You tilt your head, intrigued, "and what is that?"

"A date," comes back instantaneously, and your own smile widens at the offered trade.

"A date huh?" You mumble, downing another shot in an attempt to hide the excitement that the idea brings to you. "Alright, deal."

Her eyes soften at your answer, her fingers reaching out until they begin grazing your own. Slightly roughened pads glide over each knuckle, every crease, until they ultimately interlock with your own.

For a brief moment that ghostly feeling returns, the one that had enveloped you when talking to Sakura, and even with the alcohol in your system you understand why.

Taking hold of her fingers, you raise her hand towards your lips, placing a single kiss upon her skin before letting your lips lie there for a moment longer.

And when you flicker your gaze back up to meet her own, you're left stricken by just how in love she looks as watches you.

"I missed you, so much."

Her voice falters, breaks, and there is only a single thought in your mind as you spring forward, meeting her halfway for a kiss that felt like it was years in the making.

Her hands are desperate as the reach out for you, like she's terrified that if she doesn't hold on tight enough she will lose you again.

You try to reassure her in any way you can, attempt to let her know through touch that she had found you again, that you were here with her.

Memories might be fleeting for you, but as you once again admire the sparkle in her eyes, you vow to engrave every second of her into your brain.

#le sserafim imagines #le sserafim scenarios #kazuha imagines #kazuha scenarios #girl group scenarios #girl group imagines

37 notes · View notes

knightyoomyoui · 11 months

Text

UPCOMING SET 6 (...AND FINAL?) LINE-UP

HERE’S MY UPCOMING SET 6 LINE-UP TO BE RELEASED IN THE FUTURE!!! Just a reminder tho, Set 5 isn’t done yet. We still have two one-shots for Chaeyoung, one each for male and female readers. I just released this earlier because I had these prepared quicker than I expected. Notes: - All individual and unit one-shots will be gender neutral from now on. - This is probably my final line-up of upcoming one-shot works, I'm not sure yet but... I'll just place it like this because I've been thinking of ending the book now for some reasons. - Some of these stories were requested by my readers. Again, thank you so much for helping me come up with new ideas to try. - For the first time, I wrote a summary so that you all would get a sneak peek of what to expect in each of the new stories I’ll be writing, except for the Cry For Me series. I’ll keep it hidden because I already started it on Set 5 anyway, so it’s up to you to learn what’s going to happen in the upcoming parts.

1.) Tzuyu x M & F Reader - “The One That Got Away” (Fluff, Angst)

- 70-year-old Chou Tzuyu revisited her love story with her husband/wife YN to share with her grandchildren on the day of their anniversary.

2.) TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 3 (Angst)

3.) Nayeon x M & F Reader - “No Problem” (Fluff)

- It follows YN who lost his/her job after the company where he/she works officially shuts down their service. His/her girlfriend, Nayeon who is getting suspicious of his/her mood, learns about the news, and proceeds to take action immediately to cheer him/her up.

4.) Jeongyeon x M & F Reader - “Won't Go Home Without You” (Fluff, Angst)

- YN and his/her group embark on a mission to attempt to bring back their former teammate and old friend who switched to the dark side, Yoo Jeongyeon.

5.) Momo x M Reader - “Crazy Stupid Love” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: Dumbledore_1]

- Following the events of "Somebody That I Used To Know" from Set 4, YN and Momo cross paths once again a few years later; where the improved and matured character of YN takes it as his/her opportunity to apologize for what he/she'd done to his ex-girlfriend in their past relationship.

6.) TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 4 (Angst)

7.) Sana x M & F Reader - “I Want It That Way” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: ShaShaSha029]

- A story between the student council president and the school’s princess. After a bad break-up with his ex, YN finds him/herself alone with Nayeon in the Council room. She ask him/her to be his fake boy/girlfriend so that the school jock could leave her alone.

8.) Jihyo x M & F Reader - “Opposite Attracts” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: ShaShaSha029]

- The heirs of two conglomerate corporations, YN LN and Park Jihyo are to be wed in an arranged marriage. Only problem is that they don’t have a thing in common, they are literally the opposites of each other. Can they make it work? Or will they be forced to be together by their parents?

9.) Mina x M & F Reader - “Bewitched” (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: YourHeartStation]

- The story revolves around the rival students YN LN and Myoui Mina who studies and trains their magical powers in a wizarding academy. Their bickering and outshining each other came to a point where they accidentally unleashed chaos around the academy, and it's up to the two unlikely allies to fix their mess together, which unknown to them; it would open the possibility of them getting enchanted more to each other's unescapable charms.

10.) TWICE x M Reader - “Cry For Me” : PART 5 (Angst)

11.) Dahyun x M & F Reader - “The Second Coming” (Fluff, Angst)

- YN is a retired superhero who has a tragic past, as he suffered guilt and despair due to the loss of his/her friend and sidekick after failing a mission. One day, he met a fan who idolizes her named Kim Dahyun; who is also a secret superhuman just like him/her; proposing an offer of partnership with him/her when a new foe emerged to annihilate the city of Seoul.

12.) Chaeyoung x M & F Reader - “Presa Prinsesa (Strawberry Princess)" (Fluff, Angst)

- The story follows the fanboy/girl story of YN, a die-hard ONCE and a huge TWICE Chaeyoung stan. He/she loves everything about the idol a lot, even considering her as his/her celebrity crush. The admiration causes him/her sometimes to imagine being in a relationship with the idol despite already saddened by the early acceptance of a reality that it's too impossible to happen.

13.) Tzuyu x M & F Reader - "The Red Thread Of Fate" (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: ShaShaSha029]

- Two childhood friends were separated when Y/N had to move to Australia. They see each other again at JYPE when Y/N was casted. However, when they meet again they’ve forgotten each other, especially Y/N doesn’t remember as he had amnesia from when he got into an accident when he was a kid.

14.) TWICE x M Reader - "Cry For Me" PART 6 (Angst)

15.) NaSaMi (Nayeon, Sana, & Mina) x M & F Reader - "You Belong With Me" (Fluff, Angst) [Requested by: misamomixmaknae]

- Two women who have a history with YN from his/her past relationships, Im Nayeon and Minatozaki Sana; have to encounter another contender when they learn that YN met an artist named Myoui Mina, who shares the same interests as him/her that develops their closeness to one another. With this, the three of them must compete to win YN's heart.

16.) TWICE x M Reader - "Cry For Me" PART 7 (FINALE) (Angst)

#twicebookofoneshotsxreader #twicexmalereader #twicexmreader #twicexfemalereader #twicexfreader #twicefanfic #twiceoneshots

34 notes · View notes

enj4s · 2 years

Text

JUDGED TOO QUICKLY ー TOKYO REVENGERS (1)

summary: Y/n had a sleepover with toman, everything was going well until she heard them talking shit about her which turned out to be a misunderstanding (which gone wrong)

pairing: tokyo revengers x reader

warnings: cursing. blood. knife mention.

genre: angst. comedy (?).

Y/n: your name

N/n: Nickname

💌 ˖ ✶ parts! :: [ 1 𖥔 2 𖥔 3 ..]

Female!reader. Au. Light changes from anime and manga.

Having a sleepover with Toman at the Sano house hold? This got to be the most fun thing ever.

Well, that's what you actually thought. Hence seeing the boys smacking the shit out of each other, gossiping about other gangs or girls.

You just deadpanned at the fuss the members were making while trying your best to swallow the cakes and snacks Emma and Hina were stuffing in your mouth for the past two hours.

You were sure Baji twisted atleast one bone in his body while trying to impress you with his weird ass backflips. Pah-chin and Peh-yan were in the guest bathroom puking their organs out for accidentally eating some biscuits without checking it's expiration date which turned out to be 2 years ago.

Giving a quick glance to your watch, Damn. It was 3:21 AM, how in the world can they have so much energy at such time.

"Oh wait let me get a knife so I'll open this one up n/n," Emma said with a pretty blush dusting her cheeks. "You already did so much for me, I wouldn't wish to tire you, I'll go get it for you." You said holding Emma's wrist and pulling her back gently as if she was made of glass. Emma's face turned red and Hina just huffed and pouted in pure jealousy.

You really were just taking the opportunity to escape the girls' clinging for atleast a minute.

"Emma don't you dare steal my y/n!" Mikey spat and glared at his baby sister.

"YOUR y/n?!" Baji jumped on him and pulled him back to the chaotic fight that he started.

With that you stood up to get the knife yourself, stubbornly ignoring the blonde girl's protests.

Fetching the knife from the kitchen counter you made your way back to Mikey's room where everyone was.

Each step brought you a weird uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach, since you don't recall everyone suddenly being this quiet before you left.

Shaking your head, you just shrugged the weird feeling off and decided not to start over thinking about such things. As you got closer to the door the hushed voices were now clear as daylight and enough for you to hear. It was strange how the group was being secretive.

Curiosity ran over your veins so you just leaned against the wall eavesdropping. "I..I love her?! Seriously, what? I'd rather die!" Mikey uttered in disbelief and mockery before he bursted out in laughter along with the others joining him soon after.

"Yeah...how could mikey love such...a thing, let along even tolerate her presence around him." Added Mitsuya, his tone held so much disappointment.

You furrowed your eyebrows, face crunched up in confusion, "Who're they talking about.."

Ignoring the painful pang in your chest you continued listening to their conversation, refusing the possibility of them trash-talking behind your back.

"For real, I'm only using her for good grades, grandpa would keep nagging me if I don't get a good score by the end of this semester..Plus she's so weird? How in the world can someone score a 100 on all tests when she always sleeps in class and barely pays any attention to the lesson, let alone the fact that she doesn't even attend much." piped Emma

You've heard enough. Their conversation just proved you right as much as you were hoping for the opposite, Emma always sat next to you in classes you shared and always fights with Hina to switch seats with you. After all, who other than you was a literal genius and smart enough to get the best scores in tests and only comes to school in exams period and to flirt with her fan girls in school.

"The way she tries to fit in and join our gang is so embarrassing, had to restrain myself from stabbing my ears so I won't have to listen to her bullshit." Smiley laughed out.

"Please, i'd rather perish than have people say things like this about me." Souya muttered, sighing heavily.

You had hope that this was just a misunderstanding, or perhaps they were talking about someone else, right? But the way they described the girl they were bashing only indicates that you were the center of mockery and insults.

"Such a whore, pfft."

You started to wonder for how long you've been nothing but a nuisance to them and for how long they used you for their own needs.

"Talk about not having any self-respect, she probably bribed the teacher to give her good grades.." Draken added

But weren't you the only one who got brutally injured when you stood up and protected Draken to the very end when Kiyomasa was ready to kill him?

"Or maybe she went around whoring herself out to them.." Takemichi snickered

Wait, weren't you the one who always was ready to beat the shit out of anyone who dared to bully Takemichi?

The girls, How dare they.

Weren't you the only one found almost gouging a girl's eyes out with scissors and got suspended for a month when she dared to slap Emma and call Hina a bitch?

All of the sadness and bitterness you were feeling soon turn into a fit of anger. Face contorted with pure rage.

You clenched your jaw as your grip tightened on the sharp object you were holding. Your rage and anger got the best of you. Mind already running with many thoughts. Failing to notice the knife that had cut through your palm that was slowly seeping with blood and painting the wooden floor a crimson red.

You didn't notice any of that, not until pain coursed through your veins, you dropped the knife in panic and let out a sharp hiss which alerted the group.

Mikey rushed over to where the sound came from only to find you crouching down on a bloodstained floor with your injured hand fully exposed to him.

The boy lets out a gasp as he rushed to your side. "Oh god, y/n?! What happened, are you okay?!" Manjirou frantically asks, his hands found their way around your wrist, panic washing over him when he saw how damaged your hand was.

"Huh what's going o- Y/N?!" Hina shouted out, hands flying to cover her mouth, voice wobbly at the sight of your immobile body.

Soon enough everyone was surrounding you, asking questions that for sure weren't gonna get answered any soon.

They didn't deserve it.

"God! Y/n just say somethi-" Mikey was interrupted by a harsh slap to the hand that was holding your wrist.

You abruptly stood up, your silent has got you some worried glances from the others.

God. What the fuck was wrong with you, why would you get upset over suchーthings. You never get enough do you. What more do you want? You got all the guys roaming over you, worried and sick to their stomachs. Hell, Emma and Hina even shed tears.

Right. You didn't want their pity. You don't need it.

Mindlessly pushing mikey's off of you causing his back to come in contact with the hard wooden floor, you wiped the blood on your jacket and went over to where you put your stuff.

Gathering your belongings you pushed through the worried crowd and made your way over to the door.

With a promise to never see them again.

💌 ˖ ✶tags: @un0rin ☆ @rosemary108233

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev angst #tokyo rev x reader #manjiro tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers toman

262 notes · View notes

regaliasonata · 7 months

Note

Any Hunter/Dustin cuteness for meeeyah?? Could really use some serotonin tonight <33

I got a whole list of stuff😎

✨️⚡️Power wise⚡️✨️

-They both orient around each other well with fights, Dustin tends to be a little less experienced than Hunter but dude finds a way to add some edge to their situations.

-Started in my AU of the season but I love the concept of the elemental powers combining together. For Hunter and Dustin they can make stardust together because of the earth element's friction and the thunder clashing with each other, crazy in combat but also could work for fireworks✨️

-Sometimes they switch weapons for funsies but since they've gotten so used to each other their fighting skills allow for automatic adaptions(Hunter finds it adorable seeing Dustin yeeting the thunder staffs around⚡️)

-Ever watched Ninjago? If they want they can dance together in a battle to make a spinjitsu like tornado of rocks and lightning that rips apart pretty much any type of matter(well...earthly matter, aliens tend to have stronger qualities but the technique is still useful)

✏️Headcanon wise✏️

-After a rather close call with a motocross session Dustin decided to put up the hobby indefinitely until things cooled down with hesitation. So Hunter insisted that he looked for a new hobby, roller skating, Dustin falls a bit at times but he's got Hunter there to help him.

-Hunter can literally lift Dustin up like he's nothing(Showing that off to Conner who can literally do that to both Ethan and Trent...red's asserting their dominance as a game😂)

-Due to their elemental affinity powers tend to get wild. Dustin slowly branched into using magnetic qualities in earth and with Hunter's electricity the two got stuck to each other for a full week. Also dragging in metal wherever they go, on a different occasion Hunter tends to release static at times and accidentally shocked Dustin while they slept together. He's learned to control the surges so they aren't harmful but still have a lot of stimulation, he's found....other uses for them if you catch my drift(Dustin doesn't admit it but, it feels nice on his skin👀).

-Hunter is one of the only people allowed to call him Waldo, his mom passed away when he was young and the nickname Dustin was her doing, just feels better for those he trusts the most to call him by his real name.

-On days when new video games like Pokémon or Kingdom Hearts would release Hunter would start a thunderstorm to basically make sure only him and Dustin would be able to get the games first at launch. Of course Kanoi told them to stop this as it was getting in the way of classes.

-They don't go on fancy dates when needed, they just like to chill back or spend time wherever as a nice night out, though they do go clothes shopping together with Tori. Blake got a choker once for Dustin on accident and Hunter was very into that so now the yellow rangers wears them every now and then.

-Due to Cam's access to the Morphin Grid he found out about animal spirits and after the season when the zords were destroyed he ended up created the old ones from scratch. However he only had enough grid energy to condense them into smaller forms, similar to the Samurai Folding Zords. Hunter and Dustin's zords tend to fight each other whenever the two place bets on random shit.

-Dustin has a recurring dream of himself being a lion and when sleeping in Hunter's grasp he tends to nibble or even leave bite marks....which in time leads to him waking up and things ensuing between them...rowdiness complaints have been filed to Cam from students waking up at 2 in the morning due to their antics.

-They watch anime together but Dustin had to hold Hunter back when Marah spoiled MHA for him, she's a manga reader.(Dustin had a crush on Dabi but we're not going to talk about that...there are still lightning burnt Dabi posters scattered across the campus, jealousy hunter)

🌩Fluff and etc🌩

-They go to the Bradley parent memorial two times a month and in one dream Hunter got visited by his mom who revealed that she likes Dustin.

-Hunter is still trying to come to terms with himself, there's a bit of internalized homophobia that he has to overcome. Though he's been working out all these problems with Dustin and it's happy to overcome these feelings inside.

-Dustin tends to get emotional here and there so Hunter has found a secret garden within the campus for his boyfriend to vent out his feelings to him.

-a beetle like cat hybrid from the abyss of evil found it's way out during Lothor's return and after dealing with the villain they adopted the creature. Named him Sanoo after Susanoo cause Dustin likes various types of asian mythology, Hunter didn't like him at first but little Sanoo reminded him of childhood so now he's a full part of the family.

-Dustin is rather sloppy when it comes to kissing but Hunter finds its adorable.

-there's a large dragon like plush that they won at a fair hanging on the side of the wall in their room, it's filled with gold and red scales.

-They may...get it on right after a motocross race, adrenaline etc running around in their veins. Cam had to bleach his eyes out when he walked in on something he shouldn't have seen.

-Tori was secretly getting the vibe that they'd get together eventually, luckily due to her things worked out when it came to the first few days of said relationship. Helping them both with trying to get used to each other.

-They had a thing with taunting or getting angry with each other when they first met which led to them kissing after a harsh race. The two didn't acknowledge anything after for a few weeks and then eventually they got together.

-Dustin has a thing with being pinned down but likes to play dumb about it to get Hunter riled up. The fact that Hunter is stronger really excites him, both for this reason and cause it makes him feel protected. It might've been started when he used to roughhouse with Shane but now it developed into something more. Sometimes he even taunts Hunter just to get him going but dude caught on eventually and trust me when I say he's got a good way of using that to his advantage👀

-Hunter's voice also factors into some of Dustin's interest...Marah had to ban the yellow ranger from asking her about specific topics, things he should be dealing with himself(kinks and stuff are reserved for the internet)

-Hunter would never admit this but he'd love to slow dance with Dustin. His mother got him into 80s Japanese music and stuff such as Tatsuro Yamashita and Tomoko Aran's music makes him want to hold the yellow ranger close, maybe even in the moonlight or just even on a random day when they are alone. He told dustin about it and now it's thing they do every Friday, Dustin doesn't think it's weird, he actually finds it cute and that's all that matters to him.

Hope this isn't too much, was thinking off head an bam!

#power rangers #power rangers ninja storm #ninja storm #hunter bradley #dustin brooks #hunter x dustin #ask answered #headcanons #fluff #ship #crimson #yellow #seriously its so good

11 notes · View notes

altschmerzes · 1 year

Note

Thoughts on the new ted lasso episode?????? I have so many conflicting opinions re: zava

well first of all this is how i enjoyed it:

i will be repeating the experience weekly. cannot more highly recommend cosymode ted lasso.

as for the episode itself- [shrieks into my hands] i'm gonna put some thoughts under a cut, both generally and re: zava specifically, thank you for asking. these thoughts are not going to be at all organized and mostly composed in run-on sentences i am so sorry.

IM ALSO.... CONFLICTED ON ZAVA I THINK though it's interesting bc as i was watching the episode i kept getting like, OUTRAGEOUSLY distracted by..... [checks notes] not knowing what his first name is. this is not a joke. it was ACTIVELY distracting for me. i kept telling myself sometimes people are like this. like cher. you don't need to know his first name. and then two minutes later someone would mention him again and i'd be like What Is The Man's Fucking Name Though. it was so bizarre lmaooo.

honestly re: the man himself i'm like!! idk!!! jamie is clearly already way in his feelings about this and i can only imagine it's going to get worse which is gonna be. fucking delicious if we actually get to spend some time with and unpack it because 'i feel like i'm being replaced and i'm getting anxious/upset/lashing out about it' is one of my favourite sources of Angst Plots. we shall see. i am as always a combination of hopeful and anxious.

the dude playing him really did a great job striking a very specific and identifiable vibe for someone who had like Three Lines of dialogue and whose face we saw clearly like once.

i feel like i have two diverging paths in front of me with this guy's arc and it's either gonna be 'i'm riveted and having a great time' or 'please get this dude out of my face' and no in-between

and now for some general thoughts:

didn't realize this was the chelsea episode and somehow still had 'chelsea dagger' on repeat while cleaning up and getting ready to go cosymode. (i am stealing that song from its association with the chicago hockey team. it whips too hard to be left to them.) enjoyed the accidental reference when i turned on the tv and saw the title. also kept remembering a couple irl friends who are chelsea fans and having myself a giggle.

speaking of 'great time' vs 'get this out of my face' how relieved am i that they've now bait-and-switched me TWICE with fucking. love triangle bullshit. with roy and keeley and jamie. when he followed roy and not keeley i was like. oh thank fuck. the ensuing scene was both very sweet and very funny. they are welcome to continue bait and switching me on this as long as the switch Continues To Happen but if this goes in a Direction i am not gonna be thrilled.

something is brewing with keeley's company. it's not gonna....... go well, i think. something is gonna come to a head there, i got the feeling from the drop, and i'm not sure what or how yet but something's gonna give with that. all those scenes have this weird like. tension to them that i can't quite put my finger on and im intrigued to see where it goes.

i actually really like the CFO woman? she seems like a very interesting character and i think she and keeley could balance each other very well.

my jamie and dani besties agenda is flourishing. so is dani's hair. it's fantastic and i want to braid it.

oh speaking of hair back to zava for a second. beard pulled up the footage of him and i literally said out loud, pronouncing the letters not the word 'motherfucker': "oh this mf has my haircut"

AND SPEAKING OF DANI when he said "fuck off trent crimm" i think i shriek-laughed so hard the whole block heard me. dani my fucking beloved. i adore you.

y'know who else had a good episode here? isaac. his body language thing was so good. it made me laugh and also was a SPECTACULAR look into him as a person. every time we get a scrap of characterization on one of the secondary richmond player characters i dance around like the soot sprites with the candies in that ghibli movie i can't recall the title of off the dome.

i probably overblow this in my head, right, because everyone thinks their own perspective is like Super Unique or something but i really do think being an enormous irl sports fan is enhancing the experience i'm having with this show so much. watching the fans unfurl that banner for roy and cheer for him like that was like... immediately a half dozen welcome back tribute videos and player homecomings i've watched raced through my head and i was literally in actual physical tears. both bc of what was happening on screen and bc of All The Rest Of That in my head.

speaking of. oh my gd my heart hurt so much for roy as soon as he pulled that fucking. newspaper clipping from his wallet. i liked that he ripped it up at the end but i do wish it had come a little harder. he's been carrying that thing around for 20 years i'd have liked to see a biiiiit more of a battle over letting it go. still. holy shit and the bit at the end? about leaving chelsea? winded me. WINDED ME.

to be honest this was a rough one for him all around. i cannot imagine everyone i know making my breakup front page news in THEIR life too. which is like- they mean well and it's obviously coming from a good place and the people talking to him directly - jamie, ted, etc - are like. trying to be kind and supportive but if i were him i'd want to run away and also die in a hole about it so. big #felt that whole thing. even so, i do also have to say-

the roy's hyperbolic violence/threats thing is Back With A Vengeance! we know how i feel about this. i had a whole post about how i feel about this. it's a Bit, i know, it's a goof, this being a comedy show and roy being The Angry One but still i just. i feel like they take it a liiiiiittle past the pale in this ep, in general and also with jamie specifically. roy flying at him in the locker room during the big 'who's on first' round robin was a Bit Much for me - and i know i harp on this a lot but i maintain my stance here - given their history to this point. ted saying to roy near the end of the episode that like, he needed to get his act together or he'd be ruining more than one match was a good touch that did a lot to defuse some of my unease with this running thread but. it was still there and i was still a little [oh boy.gif] about it.

anyway so now i'm knee-deep in a fic about That.

overall it was spectacular, i really enjoyed it. knocked out of the park episode thank you so much.

i have many more discrete thoughts but i have to clip it here my keyboard is starting to lag lmaoooo

#gav gab #gav answers #ted lasso spoilers

21 notes · View notes

toaverse · 1 year

Note

Hello, it is I, the anon that sent the original ask for the kidnapped Isa and Lola AU and I have another kidnaping AU idea I must share with the world that revolves around teen Dolores and child Camilo because them being younger makes this even more traumatizing and angst-y :)

A mother and son have just died in an accident leaving a man heartbroken and without his family. While walking around the village he bumps into Dolores and notices that she has a similar appearance to his wife when she was a teenager. He goes to leave to his house, in the woods might I add, because of the reminder of his wife but out of the corner of his eyes he notices Camilo shapeshifting into other kids to entertain them. You understand where I’m going here, the two siblings get kidnapped when on a walk together. Dolores has to wear his wife’s old dresses, style her hair how the wife wore it everyday, wear her makeup and act like her while Camilo is literally forced to shape shift into his dead son and has to call him dad and call Dolores mom. Perhaps they only get rescued when a certain 5 year old gets his gift and a bird or another animal tells him about the nice lady and boy in the woods who feeds them everyday :)

They’re around 14 and 8 when this happens and I haven’t thought of names for the man, wife and son because I do not know Spanish names

Holy shit…

I actually considered not doing this one because of how dark it is, but then I figured I’ve done kidnapped Isa and Lola, so why not.

But now, I’m going to switch Dolores with Agustín. LoLo needs a break from suffering :(

Encanto fandom, plz don’t cancel me-

Trigger warnings: drugging, kidnapping, abuse, blackmailing, heavily implied rape, gaslighting, victim-blaming.

Just because the Encanto was a secluded village in the mountains build by war survivors, didn’t mean that there were only good people living there…

That had been proven when Reina's husband Felipe, and their 5 year old son Pablo, were killed in an accident involving a poisonous snake…

The now widowed woman was hit with grief, and lived alone in a house she lived together with her beloved husband and son.

After a month of not going outside and grieving, Reina's food and water ran out, and she had to go to the town to buy new supplies.

When she's walking around the town, she bumped into Agustín. Reina noticed how he looked a lot like her husband.

She was about to leave the town to got to her house, until she saw out of the corner of her eyes a a 5 year old Camilo shapeshifting into other kids to entertain them.

A realization than hit Reina. she could get her family back!

She knew that Agustín was quite accident-prone, so she decided to stage an "accident".

When the moment was right, Reina "accidentally" bumped into him, and let him apologize for it, she offered him an Arepa (which was spiked) as a "It's okay".

Unfortunately, Agustín fell for it, and ate the arepa...

Reina took him to her house in the woods, where she locked him in "their" bedroom.

As for Camilo, she took the 5 year old when he was walking to Casita on his own...

When Reina finally got the two people she wanted, she'd make sure to get her family back...

Agustín had to dress like Reina’s dead husband, style his hair how the late man wore it every day, and had to act like him…

Camilo was literally forced to shapeshift into Reina’s dead son, having to call her mamí and call Agustín papí…

And when they didn’t comply, there would be consequences…

“If you don’t quit your nonsense right now, I’ll tell Julieta about how you left her for another woman. Just imagine how heartbroken she’d be.” Reina threatened Agustín one time when he refused to comply. “After all, a man can’t be kidnapped and raped. He would fight her off instead of letting her ride him like you let me.”

At first, Agustín didn’t believe her, and even attempted to leave with Camilo (which ended quite badly…), but as more and more time passed, he started to doubt…

As for Camilo, he had to shape shift into a different kid and being called Pablo. Every night when he was alone in “his” room, the 5 year old would remind himself that he was Camilo Madrigal and that Tío Agustín wasn’t his papi and that the crazy lady wasn’t his mami. But as the weeks, months, and eventually a year passed, Camilo reminded himself less and less. His memories of his actual parents, his sister and the rest of the family started to fade. And he began to believe that Agustín “Felipe” was his papá, Reina was his mamá, and that his name was Pablo…

This would cause a heavy identity crisis in the future…

About 4 years passed, and when Camilo “Pablo” was 9, he received the news that he was going to be a big brother.

While he and Reina were excited about the news, Agustín was absolutely shocked and silently panicked. He never wanted this, he didn’t want to bring another child into this…

but alas, it would happen, and 8 months later, a beautiful baby girl was born, who Agustín named Alejandra.

despite everything, Agustín didn’t hold anything against her. She was just an innocent child born into this crappy situation…

despite all of it, she was a little miracle…

after Alejandra was born, Reina started selling hand-made stuff in town to earn money, leaving Agustín to take care of the two kids.

And if he was honest, those times were he got to spend with his kids when Reina was gone were the best moments Agustín got out of this hell…

one day, when he and the kids were taking a walk in the jungle, a jaguar cub followed Agustín, even latching on to his leg as if the cub wanted something.

Eventually, the jaguar cub left, and that seemed to be the end of it. But not quite.

That jaguar cub would grow up to be Parce, and would befriend a certain Madrigal boy the same age as Alejandra who just got his gift…

#kidnapped agustín and camilo au #agustín madrigal #camilo madrigal #answered ask #toaverse answers #encanto au #tw r*pe #tw kidnapping #tw gaslighting #tw drugging

21 notes · View notes

penny-the-pissed-poltergeist · 9 months

Text

Giving RWBY characters digimon partners part 1: Ruby and Weiss

if your wondering why I'm doing this, I am hyper fixating on digimon RN and i just really like crossovers

Ruby Rose

ROOKIE/CHILD STAGE: shoutmon

So i went with Shoutmon because it's red digimon that's been used by the main character of a digimon series before and it leads well into the evos i want, but i imagine him and Ruby having a fun dynamic, with shoutmon being hot blooded and kinda egotistical and Ruby having to rain him in a bit.

also shoutmon is associated with music and listening to music is the first thing we see Ruby doing the show proper.

(honorable mentions Guilmon, Agumon, Hackmon/Huckmon, Agumon Black 2006)

CHAMPION/ADULT STAGE: GROWMON

i chose him because it's a big red dino dragon, but i also like the juxtaposition between the digital hazard and the sliver eyes, one being this holy gift from the gods the other being a unstable power of destruction.

(honorable mentions Black Growmon, Red Vdramon, Tyranomon)

ULTIMATE/PERFECT STAGE: WARGROWMON/MEGALOGROWMON

bigger growmon with blades and guns, two thing Ruby loves, it leads well into the megas/ultimates, moving on.

(honorable mentions Metal Fantomon, Metal Tyranomon)

MEGA/ULTIMATE STAGE NO.1: CHAOSDRAMON

so here we have a giant red death robot, that has several weapons, is constantly upgrading itself (just like Ruby upgrading crescent rose) and uses guns to maneuver itself in the air just like Ruby. it even has skull kneepads for the edgyness factor, it's perfect!

MEGA/ULTIMATE STAGE NO.2: BLITZGREYMON

yeah I'm giving all the MC's split megas, why because it's common among digi-destined and felt like it. but look at this guy, blood red, made out of guns, he also moves around in the air using his back guns and said back gun look like draconic crescent roses. another perfect mega.

(honorable mentions Rosemon, Dukemon, medieval Dukemon, Rust Tyranomon, Bryweludramon)

Weiss schnee

ROOKIE/CHILD STAGE: HACKMON/HUCKMON

yes i gave the digimon with a literal red hooded cape to someone who isn't Ruby, but this meant to be reference to Nicholas Schee's red cape, and as Weiss aspires to be like her grampa, hackmon aspires to be one of the royal knights, and both the royal knights and Nicholas can morally dubious to say the least. Also both him and Weiss were trained from birth for combat. i see hackmon acting like a armored talking dog and Weiss loving her for it.

And with hackmon kinda looking and kinda acting like Ruby and shoutmon acting like a more cartoonish Weiss, and both Weiss and shoutmon being singers, Ruby and Weiss when they first meet wonder "did our partners get accidentally switched at some point? did something happen?"

(honorable mentions Spadamon, Blucomon, Gammamon)

CHAMPION/ADULT STAGE: BAO HACKMON

just the next stage of hackmon, i forgot to mention that her name hackmon, and we know Weiss has some hacking skills because of the DC movie, so that's worth bringing up i guess

(honorably mentions: Paledramon, Betel Gammamon)

ULTIMATE/PERFECT STAGE: SAVIORHACKMON

yep just the next stage of hackmon... the gem on her chest can represent Dust i guess

(honorable mentions: canoweissmon, Crys Paledramon )

MEGA/ULTIMATE STAGE NO.1: JES-MON

hackmon's final form, a knight just like Weiss's main summon, who has her own summons (their names are Atho, René and Por BTW) and she literally walks around on circular glyphs.

Weiss also has a lot of angelic imagery associated with her (i will leave my opinion on said imagery out of this post) and JESmon is kinda sorta... literally based on Jesus, yes digimon Jesus is very pointy dragon knight who has familiars named after the 3 musketeers... god i fucking LOVE digimon

MEGA/ULTIMATE STAGE NO.2: CRESGARURUMON

if Ruby has a Greymon, Weiss must have a Garurumon, this does feel like a natural evo for savior Hackmon, with cape splitting in half and the gem changing color, and Weiss does love dogs, but we both know the real reason i gave her this digimon...

(honorable mentions: Durandamon, Armaon, Siriusmon, Hexablaumon)

JOGRESS: OMNIMON ALTER S/ OMEGAMON ALTER S

it's the main character and her lancer, you kinda have to give them an Omnimon, and this is the best Omnimon! this also makes up for cres Garurumon being gold by having the entire main body be white.

also jogress digievolution in some continuities involves the tamers hearts beating as one... whiterose shippers take as will.

(honorable mentions: Ragnalordmon)

I'm doing Blake and Yang next... bye

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #digimon #digimon partner #digimon lines #had a lot of fun with this #hope the images don't look shitty #hope the read more works #if you have good idea for a chaosdramon and JESmon jogress tell me

7 notes · View notes

fayesdiary · 10 months

Text

Faye's Fòdlan Journal: Season 1 - Episode 2: Professor Nepotism

<-Previous Masterpost Next->

Last chapter we did the obligatory earlygame bandit cleanup, the three house leaders were so impressed by Byleth almost dying to the bandit leader they began to fight over them and Jeralt had an awkward reunion with his former coworker Alois, who offered him and Byleth to come with them to the Monastery.

An offer they, quite literally, couldn't refuse.

This chapter starts with a cutscene and a pretty good looking mural, while a narration describes the continent of Fòdlan as it currently stands.

To sum it up, it's currently divided into three nations:

The Adrestian Empire on the south, which is by far the largest and ruled by a dynasty lasting a thousand years, the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus on the north, ruled by a royal family and its knights, and the Leicster Alliance on the east, ruled by a group of nobles instead of a single ruler. (So is it like an aristocracy or an oligarchy? Doesn't seem a republic like I first thought, that's for sure).

Fòdlan seems to have a single, large religion, that being the Church of Seiros.

These powers exists in relative harmony. A harmony that we know will, sooner or later, shatter like glass.

But enough about that: We have arrived at our destination.

And here we are! The place where we will spend most of the game!

Once inside, Jeralt remarks once again he hasn't been in there for years, and really doesn't want to see Rhea again, while Byleth gives their best impression of Snake.

Speaking of Rhea, here she is along with Seteth, her advisor.

After learning Byleth's mom died due to illness, she asks them their name and Byleth... gives an answer, that's for sure.

The fact Byleth's name is nowhere to be seen, not even in text like in Engage, made me imagine Byleth never finished the phrase and Rhea just rolled with it. Or maybe their name is actually "...", who knows.

It's frustrating for character interactions and immersion, but it's also accidentally really funny.

Long story short, she kindly forces Jeralt back into the knights of Seiros and Byleth to be the new professor since Alois reccomended them and the Academy lacks one professor, days before the year starts. Neither of them are happy about this.

Speaking of professors, let's meet Byleth's new colleagues.

This is Hanneman, a Crest scholar and the one who looks the most like an irl professor. He immediately wants to see if Byleth has a Crest of their own which, spoiler alert, they do. A Mystery Crest, in fact.

As for what Crests are, we will go more into detail soon. Just know for now they're Fòdlan's version of Holy Blood from Jugdral.

This is Manuela. On top of being a professor, she's a physician and a songress.

She is also thirsty as fuck, immediately hitting on Jeralt thinking he's the new professor and not missing a beat when she learn it's actually Byleth, quickly switching to flirt with them. If I have to throw a guess, it's because my Byleth is male.

Since no one bothered to brief Byleth on what they were going to be doing before taking the job (or rather, the job taking them), the two give a quick introduction of the Officers Academy.

In short, it's made of Three Houses™ of students: Black Eagles for those from the Adrestian Empire, Blue Lions for those from Faerghus and Golden Deer for those from Leicester.

And this year they're all lead by the future rulers of the academy.

You know, no pressure for a forcefully hired, unqualified professor with zero experience in teaching and dubious social skills.

Haha... About that, Manuela...

Anyway, they just leave Byleth to look around and get familiar with the Monastery until Rhea calls for them.

Oh, by the way, Jeralt left a while ago, telling Byleth to watch out for Rhea since he thinks hiring Byleth as a professor on the spot is pretty sketchy. Wow, he really doesn't trust her.

And while we're taking about Rhea, she's having her own private conversation with Seteth, who is also far from happy about her hiring Byleth.

And you know, he raises a pretty good point.

Byleth has no trackable background besides being Jeralt's child, seems to be the same age as the students of the academy (emphasis on "seems to", we'll get back to that later) and again, as far as both of them know they have absolutely NO experience in teaching.

Rhea tries to reassure him, claiming Byleth is Jeralt's flesh and blood.

How that translates into teaching prowess is anyone's guess, so yes- Rhea hired Byleth entirely due to nepotism.

Seteth is understandably not reassured at all, and begs Rhea to please be careful especially now that Flayn is with them.

Honestly, I think I like him already.

He seems to be the only one with common sense who isn't immediately awestruck by Byleth's presence.

So I'm sure he's either gonna die horribly or have a moment where he claims he was wrong and Byleth is actually the bestest.

Also Seteth doesn't use any honorifics when talking to Rhea, not in private at least, so I can assume they're closer to each other than it seems.

But their talk is not yet done- Rhea has some news about a *sigh* sus impostor who is frequenting the Monastery and is harboring ill will towards the church.

Gee, someone frequenting the Monastery who hates the church? Who could it possibly be?

Okay, to be fair. Edelgard's hatred of the church was something that was mainly evident in later entries like Heroes, not to mention it's the thing about her people talk the most.

From what I remember of pre-release material, we only knew she hates Crests, which at this point in the story that could mean anything.

Then again shortly after this we learn the Crests were granted by the goddess, so....

We see another cutscene of the three houses and its various students, and along with it there's this closeup of Dimitri I am sure awakened something in several people.

The cutscene ends with Byleth being summoned by Rhea, ready to give them their first task as the new professor.

She gives us our first task: explore the Academy, get acquainted with the students and speak with the house leaders.

How cute Rhea, talking about this as though we have a choice.

Alois, the one responsible for Byleth becoming a professor in the first place, reveals someone else was considered first for the position but they ran away during the bandit attack from the Prologue. Wonder who it is.

So we can start picturing what happened: The former candidate for the role of professor bailed during the bandit attack, Rhea completely panicked at having to find a new teacher mere days before the academy year starts, Alois recommended her Jeralt's child who saved her three most prominent stuents' lives (that since they're the future rulers, their deaths would have started a complete shitstorm across all of Fòdlan) and she just thought "You know what? That's good enough for me", throwing caution to the Verdant Wind.

Which is pretty understandable but on the other hand gee, just three professors for a whole academy with no replacements on hand? This place is understaffed as hell.

You're really telling me no one ever candidates to work at the most esteemed academy of Fòdlan? Are teachers incredibly rare? Or does Rhea just handpick all who work at her place herself?

No because all of those possibilities are quite concerning.

I was about to make a joke on how you're hearing chatter while only Byleth and Edelgard are in the room just like in the older KH games but then all of the students loaded in. They mainly make random comments about the playable cast.

But enough about that, time to meet the NPC that everyone loves.

This is the Gatekeeper. He stands watch, daily reports on nothing and is overall a really jolly fellow. Oh, and he's also voiced by the same VA as Alm, so that's a huge plus for me.

Anyway, since Edelgard's here, let's talk to her.

Even if her dialogue box out of context makes it seem like she's about to roast Byleth.

Basically, the house leaders will give you a very brief rundown of their classmates and what they're like.

We're not going to join the Black Eagles until the third playthrough, so I'm not going to look into its students too much for now.

Save for one exception.

This is Bernadetta. Bernie for short. I'm sure you know her.

I want to recruit her since I know you can recruit students from other houses (though I don't know how) and honestly, I just find her really endearing. Social anxiety is a massive mood and let's be honest, ever since Covid I think most of us have gotten at least a little bit agoraphobic.

Oh, and something really neat about this section is that you can also have the house leaders talk about themselves.

Edelgard mentions some view her as distant and arrogant but that she has to be this way due to her position.

She also thinks she and Byleth have similar personalities, which is curious since until now Byleth's personality has been the equivalent of a DVD screensaver with Sothis as the logo.

After learning the devastating news you can neither adopt nor pet cats in this game (Alear is sobbing in the background), we talk to the other house leaders.

Claude delivers some really funny potshots at his classmates (his line about Hilda is especially funny), but we're not here for him (yet). We're here for Dimitri.

Yet again, another tie to that "darkness" of his Byleth mentioned.

We'll get back to that soon.

As for the his classmates, in rapid succession:

Dedue: Commoner and loyal retainer(?) of Dimitri for the past four years. Quiet but kind. He's also born in Duscur, something that caught my eye for reasons I'll explain again, later. I promise there's a payoff to this.

Felix: Noble. Kinda rude considering when he first meets Byleth he claims he's gonna beat them, but Dimitri claims he's a good guy.

We'll see, for now he seems to be an edgelord in the making.

Ashe: Commoner, although he's the adoptive son of Lord Lonato. Given he got submitted for the worst FE Parent Poll, that's not a good sign. He himself seems to be a nice kid though.

Sylvain: Oh goddamnit. A playboy. One of the tropes I despise most.

On the upside I watched MHA not too long ago, so at the very least I can be sure he won't invoke the same homicidal hatred in me as that purple grape bastard. I just hope he doesn't get too annoying.

Mercedes: Born of Imperial nobility but wound up in Faerghus. A bit of a ditz but really kindhearted.

Annette: A really talented and hardworking noble. Dimitri describes her as cheerful and brilliant, but occasionally oblivious.

Ingrid: Childhood friend of Felix, Sylvain and Dimitri. Extremely diligent, to the point Dimitri claims she's more knightly than most actual knights.

Anyway, after chatting with them and their classmates, our recon mission for the day is done.

We return to Rhea, who asks us if we're enjoying our time at the academy.

Eh. It's okay.

Seteth once again expresses his very understandable doubts at the prospect of hiring Byleth as a professor, but Rhea won't budge on this.

So I guess it's time to choose the house we're going to teach. For real this time.

It may not be at the Prologue, but I think this choice is still way, WAY too soon.

At this point we've barely gotten to know the house leaders and all we know of their classmates comes from their brief descriptions and their dialogue if you meet them in their class where they basically just say hi which is... far from enough to make such a huge decision as who are you going to spend the entire game with.

Overall I think Fates did a better job at introducing its factions before making you decide by making you spend a few chapters with both before the Branch of Fate.

Here the choice seems innocent enough at first - you're just going to choose with students to teach, right? - but the marketing, the pre-release material and hell, even the back of the game box make it abundantly clear that's not the case and that the game will take wildly different directions depending on the House you choose.

And like - originally I wanted to talk about which house I would have chose if I didn't already set the order in stone, but at this point I genuinely have no idea because I have valid reasons for all three.

Edelgard to see what the fuck is everyone yelling about, Dimitri to see how he snaps and kills every last one of them and Claude because he and his classmates seem to be the most chill. But again, WAY too soon.

But luckily for me, I preemptively decided the route order, which means I don't have to struggle with this decision at all.

So we choose the Blue Lions.

We'll see the first effects of our decisions on the next episode, because I have once again hit the 30 images limit.

So I guess I'll have to also keep what I wanted to delve on for later. Stupid Tumblr.

<-Previous Masterpost Next->

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #faye's fòdlan journal #azure moon

9 notes · View notes