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ninjaturtlemaniac · 24 days

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Part 10 Trolls Headcanons/ Theories/ Thoughts/ Ideas

This may be my last headcanons list, my friends. Will still do art and stuff but I am fresh outta ideas.

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Sub Tribes - KPop/Reggaeton/Yodelers/Chaz etc. there's not many of them around because they came from overseas.

King Peppy - Didn't tell Poppy about Viva because he was in the early stages of dementia. (Canon?) For a while he thought Poppy WAS Viva. By the time he realised his 'mistake', Poppy was already grown.

Vacay Island - the brothers sometimes help Bruce at his restaurant. They have name tags with funny 'work names'. Flood, Big Fish, Classy, and Big Brunch. Viva and Poppy have done the odd shift as well, as Pinky and Vista. 😝

Brozone - they became world famous, argued and left BEFORE the cage went around the Pop Troll Tree. (Canon?)

Brozone - there was a rumoured 'unfinished' Brozone song that was supposed to be released after that tour. John finally finishes it and the brothers offer to sing it for Poppy's bridal entrance song. Poppy immediately faints. In my head the song is 'Helpless When She Smiles' by The Backstreet Boys

Brozone - whatever the Trolls equivalent of the Superbowl is, I feel like Bruce and JD would be very into it. Jerseys and face paint and everything.

Bruce - cameras make him self-conscious. If he is in a group he can tolerate it but hates being the only one in the photo.

Bruce - has caught his kids trying to do the Brozone dance routines. He tries to stay out of it best he can and let them have their fun but then they ask him to teach them and doesn't he just melt.

Bruce - has a wedding ring but it is Vacationer sized. He keeps it in his hair mostly but will braid it into his hair like an accessory for special occasions.

Bruce - 100% certain Poppy and Branch's first born would be a boy. "We're a family of five brothers! It took Brandy and I thirteen tries to have a daughter. Trust me, I have no doubt your first egg will absolutely be a boy." *They have a girl* Bruce 😑

Floyd - can only sleep comfortably near an open window. Sometimes can only sleep sitting up.

Floyd - will randomly stare off into space or mutter to himself.

Floyd - *clears throat* I ship Floom! 💕🏳️‍🌈

Floyd - can't stick to new hobbies for very long, he hyperfixates for a week or two then gets bored. Macrame, candle making, soap making, jewelry making, photography are some examples.

Clay - his brothers collectively tried to convince him that he was the adopted brother.

Clay - is quite squeamish. The sight of vomit, open wounds and bodily fluids; Clay will absolutely pass out. Snotty babies make him very uncomfortable.

Clay - gets Viva to braid his hair out of his face only when something really serious is happening *cracks neck* "Viva?" "Yah?" "Braid me" "Yes, Sir." Shwoooop

Clay - Found out the Classical Trolls have a library larger the Pop Village. "Viva, they have a whole wing dedicated to tragedies! Tragedies, Viva!"

Clay - okay, so he and Viva have never been a couple, even if he ever considered it, their work came first and he didn't want to jeopardize what they had. Buuuuuuuttt the thought that another Troll could one day be Viva's person, that she would go to them instead of him for comfort or ideas or laughs or safety or hugs... it makes Clay feel... weird.

Clay - at some point is named some kinda Troll magazines most eligible bachelor. Bro was in a boyband, co-runs a society of survivors, runs a business, is close friends with royalty, has been knighted, has a license to practice accounting and was part of the only known Perfect Family Harmony. He's apparently a hot commodity now.

John Dory - takes night classes to finally get his highschool diploma. Is too embarrassed to tell anyone until he graduates.

John Dory - doesn't get sick often. But when he does, he keeps going to the point of exhaustion.

John Dory - has indeed crossed paths with Delta Dawn before. Both of them have very different versions of the story. "I serenaded her." "The fool was whining something from the inside of a jail cell."

John Dory - has been known to sleep with his eyes open. Freaks people out.

John Dory - will drink milk straight from the carton and put it back in the fridge.

John Dory - teaches Bruce's kids all the swear words and does in fact tell them his rendition of where eggs come from.

Viva - tries to hide sadder feelings from Poppy. Worried that Poppy won't want to hang out with her if she isn't fun.

Poppy - sometimes feels guilty, if things had been different, Viva would have been Queen. Viva tries to reassure Poppy that she is "The right Troll for the role." 👍🏻 Also Viva tries to argue that they both technically get be Queens now anyway.

Guy Diamond - Trolls have eggs when they have powerful feelings of love. Guy Diamond was able to have Tiny because he loves himself so much.

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shadow-the-crow · 1 month

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me last autumn: tma is apparently the only thing that i can just like to a normal amount, and that's actually nice :D hyperfixations just take up too much time.

me now, having a sleep-deprived queer archivist and a what with long-ass fingers living in my brain (it's been weeks and they're not ready to move out): welp that didn't go as planned

#they should really pay rent by now #srsly tho i have stuff to do but tma takes up too much space in my brain :(#i swear it just eats my time #getting lost on tumblr might also play a part in it oops #tma #the magnus archives #magpod #jonathan sims #michael distortion #tma podcast #tma shitpost

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beeceit · 6 months

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I have never met my mother's mother (though apparently we met once when I was a toddler), I didn't even know her name until high school when my mom, drunk, went on a rant about her. She left when my mom was still in her early teens with little if not no warning. My mom still asked me if I wanted her to be invited to my high school graduation. When she was a teenager and angry at her mom, my paternal grandmother would sit her down and teach her how to make Christmas ornaments until she felt better like she was taught by the mother of her husband's ex-wife. I called that woman grandmother too, my craft room (living room) is filled to the brim with fabric and ribbons that were given to my grandma after she passed and I'm still teaching myself to quilt and make wreaths like she did. My first attempt at a quilt has fabric from what was once her stash and fabric gifted to me by a friend who knew I had an interest in sewing. When I cook with cinnamon, I still feel the need to warn him that he can't eat it, despite living on the other side of the country. I've made friends from every corner of the earth, most of them I will never meet, but we still share our cooking through descriptions and pictures and ask each other if we can have some. My fiance proposed to me back. years into our engagement, with a mug that says 'I drink coffee for your protection'. I drink exclusively tea out of it. They wrote a note with their finger on my bathroom mirror that says 'I love you' when they visited months ago and I carefully avoid wiping the mirror when I shower because I can still faintly see it in the steam. My hair has finally grown long enough to braid again and every time I do I think about how I learned to braid from my father, who taught me and my brother how to for a mother's day gift for our mother and his. People whose names and faces I've long since forgotten braided my hair in dressing rooms for pow wows I hardly remember because they saw I couldn't reach well enough to do it myself and offered to help. Whenever I watch Moana, one of my baby brother's favorite movies, I think of a friend I haven't spoken to since high school who that movie meant the world to because he saw himself in it. They dance similarly when 'You're Welcome' plays and I think they would adore each other. My brother wasn't even born yet when we last talked. The mother figure I fought with and felt unsafe around my whole childhood apologized for the way she treated me unprompted. We laugh together now and it no longer hurts when my mom says I take after her. The tmnt hyperfixation that has consumed me for more than a year is a rekindling of a love for the franchise I got from her as a child when she sat me down with her dvds of the 1987 cartoon. I sing the theme song with her and my three year old brother on long car rides. Her mother asks how my fiance is doing every time we ride home from work together. My brother asks me to ask her if she's seen whatever anime he's obsessed with any given time I visit. My friends on voice calls who have never met him and likely never will tease him the way I do and he teases them back. I think my brother has some magic power to turn anyone into a surrogate sibling if he tries hard enough. He and I both wear coats passed down from an Uncle that is no longer with us. I love him more than anything, I've now spent more of my life without him than with, my passion for puppetry is from him. My family shares a knowing nod when we get teary eyed over the Harry Belefonte episode of the muppet show. I've wanted to be a puppeteer as far back as my memory goes.

I miss my grandma's pumpkin pie, I think I'll ask her for the recipe again and hopefully not lose it this time. I'd like to pass it down to children of my own some day.

#I'll probably delete this later lol #I'm in my feelings about humanity and cycles of love again

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charlieslowartsies · 6 months

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Been re-reading KGA and the hyperfixation has sunk its claws into me and refuses to let me go, but honestly I don’t mind it.

Speaking of not minding shit that holds and refuses to let go, any commentary on Mike and Marion’s relationship? For some reason its one of my favorites in the series (prolly because Marionette has always been my favorite FNAF character) regardless of how borderline toxic or even codependent it could be interpreted as.

haha I'm glad you're enjoying the reread! At some point I want to sit down and try to reread LB-GS myself. Maybe after LW is completed.

As always, this bitch RAMBLES.

Marion is def one of my favorites too. I'm more a Bonnie fan though, but despite that, I didn't really expect to find so much interest in Mike and Marion becoming so close. Of course, as I've mentioned before, Foxy was the original character I intended to be closest to Mike Schmidt.

Marion and Freddy had other plans apparently lmao. The story really started demanding things from me around Devil's Spine and Ghost Strings. Characters wanted things I tried giving them.

The more I mapped out Marion's history and fleshed out dumbass golden retriever Mike, I realized I really wanted to lean into them being inseparable with the mindset of: To be loved is to be changed, and to be used is to be harmed.

Marion was used a lot in his past, so he was harmed, and he harmed others for it. He had misguided wishes, he didn't listen to others advice, and he wanted to blindly protect the restaurant and the children.

Marionette, much as he made poor choices and harmed so many, was also a victim of grooming/true cruelty from William Afton. He put so much blind faith and trust into Afton in the very beginning, and drew lots of similar traits from him as well that didn't become apparent until Afton was gone and the other Animatronics noticed how...intense Marion was, in trying to protect and control every angle.

This doesn't make what he did right. And it took him a long time to learn the lessons he needed. (LW being my fav example when he apologizes to Max/Michael for how he treated the zombie, indicating something is shifting between them especially. I'm SO excited for the end of LW where Max gets the Gift from Puppet, the thing he's wanted most.)

Most of that undoing was thanks to Mike, who was both kind and easy going while becoming less of a rug as time went on to Puppet, who mentions more than once across the series he isn't used to being challenged.

Mike came into the restaurant with no understanding of the horrors that occurred. Of what Marion had done, or could do. He just knew Marion helped him out a little bit for those first five nights, which meant Mari was his friend. Once Mike is a friend with someone he accepts them/loves them but also speaks his mind if he thinks it's needed.

And then of course this comes around to the side of Marion's thinking. 'This is my person, someone I can trust, who won't harm me/my family. I need him. He won't use Fredbear like Springbonnie was used. He is loyal and affectionate and tries to meet me halfway, even when we don't agree on something. And if I lose him...what's left? What else is there for me, but to go back to the way things were? I can't ever let that happen.'

Marion's going to be protective, naturally. Flip-side being that he needs to work on not taking that too far. Coming back in Last Shift, I didn't want like...a perfectly stable and fixed Marionette just appearing out of Lefty and having everyone go 'Why is he playing nice all of a sudden??' Because frankly the in-character response from them all minus Mike would be "We don't trust him far as Foxy can throw him" which....fair.

I didn't want 100% of his growth as a character being off screen. I wanted that to be earned and for readers to be given it, so the Revived design and the strings being tied to Mike are for that door way to be opened.

I wanted Marion to do the work, but Mike also had some growing to, that he had worked on in FF. (Marion was breaking down in GS, but he'd only split apart because Mike goes against Mari's warnings and ends up getting the Puppet destroyed when he was trying to help.)

You mentioned the borderline between how dark their bond could go, and yes I wanted that showcased too. I wanted a balancing act.

Repeating history won't do any good, especially not for Mike if Marion goes too overboard. At the end of the day though, Mike can dial Marion back, and keep him on a better straight-and-narrow than the lil devil used to exist on.

I think what helps steer away from the dangerous edge of what I would consider true toxic-ness is Mike can call Marion out, effectively. Likewise, Marion can call out Mike to. There's also Foxy, who is equally happy to call Marion tf out, as well as others once they see Marion isn't how he used to be.

Marion's themes/lessons in LW are: Being different doesn't mean the other is bad. To be loved is to be changed. And they overlap with Mike's, which are:

You can be put back together even if broken. No one can be strong all the time.

Is being too controlling harmful as fuck? Yes. I do not condone it , obviously. That's why Marion's story is NOT: "he became more possessive and was allowed to, and go on hurting himself/Mike or others." The narrative at the end of LS and into LW began rewarding Marion for trying to work on his aggressiveness at others. He was trying.

He choose to let Mike go, not letting him fully die out in Limbo. Then protected him from Henry's Rage where-before, all he could do was hide in Lefty and try to give hints and clues. He gained more agency the more he did the Right thing. (Of course, Mike rebuilt him a body and helped him come back.) And out of the gate in LW we have Mike advising Marion heavily to work on his attitude.

So Marion reaches out to one of the Mini Music Men in LW, and this ends up earning him a small friendship that chapters later saves Max and Gregory's life. Mari didn't have to use threats, and he wasn't in the scene but the ripples of his actions caused this effect. He also started listening to the DCA instead of ignoring or simply powering them down, and that meant he was able to see things from their perspective and help them out instead of pushing them away. Marion's gunna get softer the longer he spends anchored to Mike Schmidt. In some ways, Mike Schmidt will harden a tad, but not to the point of changing much beyond his typical kindness. More like maturing, and understanding to not launch himself head first into everything.

Basically Marion needed some socialization lmao. Mike unknowingly helped that early on (like, think GS days) and then after he got him back he noticed the problems better/clearer.

While I always hope people interpret the series the way I envision it, everyone reads differently and has their own life experiences that colors their thinking. Which is p neat, but if nothing else...I just hope people have a good time reading the fics as I do writing them out.

#ask #answered #kga #knight guard au

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effervescentdragon · 2 months

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okay i have to admit i am a little bit confused, do you support liverpool or united?😭 (hope this doesn't sound rude i really don't mean it to be!!)

hiii it's not rude at all, i understand completely how you'd be confused because my posting is somewhat.. inconsistent :D let me explain, and since this is my new hyperfixation i will probably over-explain xD

my dearest darlingest dee ( @sebsrainbowbicycle ) started a little campaign sometime last year to maybe get me a bit into football. she's a die hard liverpoolie and i had some vague memories of liverpool, but i didn't remember a lot, except that back when i used to watch in 2000s, i was a man utd fan. anyways, she lures me over to liverpool's side with virgil van dijk's thighs and darwin's adorableness, and i start watching lfc games. HOWEVER. i also find overlap aka gary neville and jamie carragher. memories start coming back. slowly trickling back, formative ones. how much i liked rio ferdinand's abs. how i cried when si alex retired. how i remember my visceral hate of chelsea. how i actually know gerard and torres and alonso. how i can name a full first team for man utd from 2003-2009. how gary fucking neville with his moustache in 2007 was the solidifying point for my taste in men. how there were incidents in my adolescence over my obsession w football. i start reading and catching up and remembering even more and let me tell you, the fires burn in me now.

so. basically. long story short. i will always be a man united girlie. that was my first love and now that i've remembered, i cannot help being invested. but until my devil boys get their shit together and remember how to play football for the love of the game and the club and not for money, i will support the only other club in the league that shows, and has always shown, the same love to the game and each other as i remember from my manc boys in the 2000s, aka liverpool.* it also kinda helps that back when i watched, our main rivals were those disgusting chelsea cunts so i didnt have too strong feelings about liverpool. it also helps that i have some very strong negative feelings about both "man city" and arsenal (they should die).

*except against man utd then its GLORY GLORY MAN UNIIIIITED and apparently, barbie civil war between me and dee. april 6th. save the date.

#i hope this answered it somewhat?#i dont know anything abt man utd players and i dont wanna know anything until they get their shit together #its a whole thing. im going through it xD #akira answers asks #lovely anons <3 #footie tag <3

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annachibi · 8 days

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@pintsizeninja tagged me!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Yes, after my maternal grandmother and great-grandmother! But my mom decided to spell them a little differently.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

About a month ago I think when I was writing a particular chapter for Apeiron (which will be out on the 29th heheh)

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope, no interest. I will wait to be a cool aunt haha

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

None, really.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Not much unless I'm around sarcastic people. I prefer jokes that are funny because I'm serious about what I'm saying. >:D

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

Depends on the person, I think, and how I'm meeting them.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Dark brown

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Doesn't matter as long as the story is good!

ANY TALENTS?

Writing, some artsy things, apparently making people feel comfortable talking to me, diving into a hyperfixation and becoming a layman's expert on it within a couple months

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

South Carolina

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Video games, writing/art, reading (mainly visual novels these days), making mods for games

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Currently, a 15-year-old black chihuahua named Bubbles (my sister named her) and a 1-year-old gray cat named Ryo-Ohki (technically my brother's)

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'7"

FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

English, I took AP English in high school just for funsies lol

DREAM JOB?

Honestly, I have anxiety about jobs, so I'd do just about anything that *didn't* make me stressed. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a writer/illustrator.

I'll taaag @brightfiction @mossflavouredbaby @fritzmetzger @skylitcreations @machines-art-shenanigans and @residentvampp

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criticalrolo · 11 months

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level one, prep, and tpk; secret and heart for sigrun

Level One: What was your first experience with D&D? How did you hear about it? What was your first game like?

My first experience was DMing a one shot LOL

I had just gotten really into critical role in 2016, and was nearly caught up, when some of my friends (who didn't know I was currently Hyperfixating On DnD) actually casually brought up that they'd never played dnd before but it sounded like fun. They just needed someone to run the game since no one there really knew the rules. Cue me jumping into the conversation being like, "HAHAHAH HeyyyYyy you guys wanna play some dnd and need someone to run it? as it JUST SO HAPPENS, I know the rules and would LOOOVE to try running a game hahahaha..."

So I prepped more for that one shot than I ever did for any session ever, it was a level 1 4 hour game where I made everyone character sheets, bought dice sets for everyone, and had them clear out a wizard's basement filled with giant rats. It was REALLY fun, no one seemed to catch on that i ALSO had no idea what i was doing, and afterwards I asked if they would be interested in a Longer Campaign. I had a couple takers, and that first campaign ran for probably about five sessions before the school year ended, so nothing too wild happened, but after that I got some real games set up and ... here we are several years later :)

Prep: How much prep work do you do? How far out do you prep?

I do like... 1-3 hours of prep work before each individual session. And even then, it's mostly like... finding maps and stat blocks for NPCs. I go into each Arc that I run with a general outline in mind for what big beats I want to have happen, but otherwise I let each session progress based on what the PCs decide to do. It's definitely a combination of laying down tracks vs improv on the fly, but so far it's worked out for me! Having a really loose style has definitely helped make the story feel organic and player choice-oriented while still keeping things moving in the direction I'm hoping it'll go. And it gives flexibility for when players do things WILDLY unexpected!

TPK: Have you ever had a game go completely off the rails? TPK? How did you adjust?

I've come CLOSE to some TPKs but the players juuuust managed to squeak by, which is always my favorite kind of vibe. It's way harder to plan for that than you'd think when you've been DMing for 7 PCs for so long LOL

Honestly I don't think I've had anything go completely off the rails, or even really come Close to being that out of control? I've definitely had players make WILD choices that altered the course of FUTURE sessions, but my DMing style allows for a lot of flexibility I think, so I've never really been. THROWN by anything if that makes sense. I always LOVE it when the players make choices that Alter The Narrative Entirely.

My favorite example is when a friend of mine playing a cleric who was devoted (by accident) to Chaos, decided at the last second, in game, to NOT accept the help of their Chaos God and decided to just DIE instead. We had worked out a plan for her corruption arc!! It was going to be sick!! But apparently in the moment, during a big fight against a really difficult Boss, she looked around at her friends and decided her character would actually rather die than become corrupted and potentially break the world/hurt her friends. it was INSANE and COMPLETELY changed the next arc of the campaign since Ethros. DIED and couldn't be revived. And I loved it and we worked out a whole new arc for Ethros later :)

Secret: Is there anything that you know about your character but your character doesn’t know? What is it? How did you come up with this secret?

AUGH YES -- this was actually something that happened in game. From her backstory, Sigrun's village was attacked by raiders and she nearly died in the assault. She was healed by a strange figure she didn't recognize, swore an oath to what she Believed To Be the old gods to get revenge for them, and then this figure gave her Daisy and sent her off to safety.

NOW SIGRUN DOESN'T KNOW THIS... but that figure was actually her dad Osvald. who was sent forward in time by the Old God of Negentropy. to fulfill his wish to protect her. So I was playing Osvald at the time in a mini campaign, got this wish, and wished to Protect Sigrun. Then the DM narrated Osvald getting sent into the future, and I realized it was a scene from SIGRUN'S backstory, and I promptly lost my mind casting cure wounds on her and find familiar to give her Daisy. it was SOOOO GOOD

Heart: What drives your character? Do they have a theme, question, mission, etc. that they’re holding onto? How did you pick it for them?

Sigrun's character absolutely revolves around the theme of Family, in all its messiness and love. What do you do when the people who raised you tried their best but couldn't give you what you needed? How do you feel about them? How do you deal with people leaving, with being alone, with them going off without you? What do you owe family, if anything?

She has this mission to rescue her family members (yes I do this backstory in different variations for like. all of my PCs. dont worry about it) who have all been taken by this interdimensional raiding group, but something she doesn't admit to herself is that she's somehow trying to rescue her Dead Father too. And maybe she's trying to rescue herself? She's got insane abandonment issues from the various family members Leaving (by choice or by force), and I think there's a part of her subconscious that desperately wishes someone had come back for her when she was little, so now she's trying to act out that wish by Rescuing Everyone Else.

#sigrun #dnd #GREAT questions im gonna go cry over my viking girl

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greypetrel · 11 months

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Hello! 💙 10,12,15 and 33? (if you want to and feel comfortable sharing, obviously) ✨

Hello there! 💜

Yeah, not entering much into details in public and outing myself as "Boring queer" but...

(also don't know how much this will be new for you but oh well you know where to find me xD)

10. Something that gives you gender euphoria (whether you’re cis or trans):

Boringly cis, here… Not very girly or gender euphoric, but. Dressing up and putting up a good outfit, colours matching. SWIRLY SKIRTS, particularly if they have pockets. (I own one skirt I LOVE, it's big and swirly and it has pockets, I'm considering a petticoat to make it poofy and going full '50s new look style. It gives me lots of casual Cinderella vibes and oh man. IT HAS POCKETS. BIG ONES THAT FIT A CELLPHONE.)

12. Name some queer artists/bands or songs you like most:

*after the necessary "I haven't ever listened to music once in my life no thoughts head empty" moment*

QUEEN. I have one Freddie Mercury in every space I inhabit. I have two in my bedroom, one is hanging in my studio right in front of my desk. Queen had been a big and important part of my teen years. I am not a person who cries at movies/music, but put on The Show Must Go On or press play on Bohemian Rhapsody (the movie; i know it has flaws and it's dramatised but still) and watch me crumble. My favourite song of them tho… I can't choose one. Fat Bottomed Girl? But shit, Innuendo is just… A mindblown. I always clean my house with I Want to Break Free blasting on because I'm a basic bitch and that's mandatory.

David Bowie came into my life later but in stride, he's equally important, he's been the one celebrity death I felt like a blow (still can't listen to his last album without crying). Rebel Rebel is a favourite of mine but out of personal affection, the soundtrack of Labyrinth is the closest to my heart (that whole movie).

Janis Joplin. And with her my big favourite is Me and Bobby McGee (Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose 🎶*sings*)

I just discovered that Florence Welch is apparently bi too, so FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. The list of favourites is long but… Which Witch? Queen of Peace? Free? Morning Elvis? Can't choose, ARGH.

… I have the music taste of an old man, yes. Also I have the bad tendency in not getting much informations over artists if I'm not EXTREMELY hyperfixated, and it's a little since the last time I was hyperfixated with a band. It may be that other artists I regularly listen to are queer but I don't know. Again, I discovered Florence is queer writing this answer, oops.

15. How has your identity changed over time?

I had not many close contacts with the community until university, so I just assumed I was straight and never really thought about it much. Being demi ultimately didn't help me put two and two together any sooner, and without the proper terms and words… It was all very misty. So:

Straight > … People shipping me with a friend who is a girl don't bother me. Maybe… > No no, straight. Uh-uh. Just an ally. > Maybe bi-romantic, yeah, that maybe fits if I'm not having impostor syndrome, I won't tell anyone tho, I'm not sure. > "Hi friend of a friend who's very evidently flirting with me, WHY. You don't even know me. You have everything I should like but… WHY. This is overreacting, I'm sure you're getting something wrong it's too soon. Nobody is that much into someone else so soon in real life, this is fake and you're mocking me, right?" > … let me check the ace spectrum… > Demisexual. > Bi-romantic I said? No no Bisexual, definitely, still with a foot in the ace spectrum but oh shit why the girls I befriended and developed crushes on are all straight WHY.

(in all this I know that there are many people I know IRL that realised before I did. Hi, hello, I hope it was amusing to watch. x°D)

33. What about your LGBT identity do you feel proud of/ want to recognize/celebrate?

For my mental health, but also for the one of many other people: Being a valid queer person even if unable to go to Pride (they're a huge trigger for me, I'll start panicking before walking), or out with everyone or with relationship to prove it.

And the bisexual inability to sit down straight and composed without our joints falling off. That's a superpower we should be proud of. u_u

Jokes aside, I think there's some poetry in saying "I like people for being people, gender is secondary", and as much biphobia there is around… It's a good message to give.

#personal crap #is it anything I haven't told you tho ahahahahahah #please you all act surprised at the first answer with clothes.#I am wondering if people who know me IRL will read this and be like oh yes good times when we all knew except from you #Also kudos to 17-y.-o. me that totally stopped watching True Blood after Evan Rachel Wood was out of it FOR THE CHARACTER. Sure honey.#(yes I had a True Blood phase but THAT was a phase.)

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kenobster · 10 months

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6 and 13 for the unhinged star wars meme pls

Your Pal’s Star Wars Ask Game

Thank you for the ask friend!!!

6. What is your favorite Star Wars meme?

Lmao, I spent an unhealthy amount of time scrolling google images the other night to refresh my memory on the memes available. ‘Twas worth it because I remembered my absolute two favorites!!!

The I Could Fix Him meme applied to Anakin. Apparently I never reblogged this, but it’s been the subject of many of my conversations lmao.

Anything involving the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the wise. Pretty much any of them slay me dead, but here’s some notable examples:

The one about "Kids These Days"

The one where Anakin flunked a Jedi course

The one about proper theater performance etiquette

And then of course the totally off-topic ones, like the heirloom seeds one

Honorable shoutouts go to any meme about Obi-Wan being a slut (example); this specific “unwell about this man” variant; ILU vs IDLSICARAIAIGE; the Jedi Council Chamber Master Tantrum memes (first example, second example); and the classic Anakin & Padme Four-Panel.

13. What is your earliest Star Wars memory?

Star Wars was pretty much my first hyperfixation (not sure which came first, that or LOTR). I had a very active imagination as a kid. So I was reading the Jedi Apprentice series by Jude Watson, and I, like any kid, played pretend that the Force was real. I got super into Jedi philosophy. In fact, I prided myself on being able to not cry out whenever I stubbed my toe or some such because I would acknowledge the pain and “let it wash over me” like in those books. My pain tolerance skyrocketed and lasts even to this day, haha.

Sound kinda weird but generally like the typical fun kid stuff, right? Well, funny you should say that (at least, funny to me XD). Because believing in the Force (you know, the way kids do) meant that I also believed it was possible to sense when things go wrong. Which, when combined with my active imagination, meant that if kid!me got, say, a Bad Feeling, then kid!me would believe that something bad was actually happening (or that something bad was about to happen). And I’m pretty sure some of y’all are already whipping out your DSM-V copies and crossing off the criteria for Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD). And you would be absolutely correct.

One particular afternoon, while at swimming lessons, I (an 8-10 year old) got the Worst Bad Feeling Ever (which I now understand was a panic attack but really had no idea that's what it was and didn't know to tell anyone). Something felt seriously wrong to me. I actually had to stop swimming that day because I was terrified I was going to drown—which was freakishly unusual for me. Like, I can’t even begin to explain how much I do not have a fear of water. I not only love to swim... I was actually an incredibly good swimmer. At that point, my next step would have been to start competing! But that afternoon, I was terrified like I'd never been.

Coincidentally, it turns out that my grandmother (who had been planning to surprise us by showing up at our swimming lessons that day) had gotten in a really bad car accident and needed to be taken to the ER by ambulance. She ended up fine, but… suffice to say, this experience did not help to slow down my growing belief in Force powers… nor my rapidly developing GAD. :’)

I actually quit swimming not long after this experience, partly because I continued to have what kid!me didn’t know were breathing-related panic attacks while I swam. After a few weeks, the panic attacks stopped (for twenty years anyway), but by then, I had become interested in other things. Plus, I was going through a depressive episode at the time (again, kid!me was completely unaware of this and did not know to explain to anyone what was going on). Funnily enough, this depressive episode was also jumpstarted by a Jude Watson book. I literally remember sitting alone under a tree on the playground, crying to myself, and wondering what "the point of life" was... as an 8-10 year old. All because I’d just finished reading the book where Siri Tachi dies. Can’t make this shit up, hahaha.

Anyway, so those are my first memories of Star Wars. XD And I guess you can feel bad for me if u want, but personally I find it hilarious lol. In some way or another, I’ve always been fucked up about these men.

#anakin #bc hes in the memes #siri #i was a huge obiwan x siri shipper #and i continue to be unable to read certain kinds of major character death without triggering a depressive episode to this day #anyway my panic attacks have been cured by lexapro im fine and in good mental health so dw #CW suicidal ideation #star wars #ask game #seascribbling

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teasylee · 6 months

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Title: ticklish happenings

Summary: Mawce discovers that their girlfriend, Sylvia, is very ticklish, laughter ensues!

Fandom: no fandom, these are my original characters!

Content warnings: tickling

sylvia would do anything for her partner, Mawce, no matter how embarrasing it was. on this particular night, they asked her to come over to stay for a week or so since their parents were out of town for a couple of weeks and of course Sylvia wasn't going to reject the offer, but little did she know what would happen the first night

"thanks for coming over tonight, i really appriciate it!" Mawce said, hugging their girlfriend tight. they had accidentally wiggled their fingers on Sylvia's sides, causing her to squirm and giggle. "wait a minute! Sylvia, are you.... TICKLISH?"

Sylvia snorted, trying to speak without laughing. "Y-yeah. r-really t-t-t... t-wordish..." "that's SOO cute!! awww you can't bring yourself to tickleeee~~" Mawce coos, lifting their girlfriend into their lap.

"ahh, tickling has always been a massive hyperfixation for me but i've never had anybody to do it to! sooo..." Mawce says, Sylvia blushing as they kiss her neck. "would you be so kind as to let me test out some cute tickle techniques on your beyond adorable body?"

Sylvia squirms around again, embarrased of how ticklish she is. "s-sure... i don't s-see why not..." "YAY! you wait right there, my adorable little lee, this ler needs to get some things from their draw~"

Sylvia sat on their bed, trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever could happen. the last time she was tickled was by her big brother and mother when they tag teamed her when she was 7, she could still remember the raspberries on her belly and her mother's sharp finger nails on her sensitive little feet as she lauged her head off. but she was 18 now, surely 11 years without being tickled would be good, right?

her partner soon came into their bedroom holding a box of who-knows-what as they teasingly scratched at it with their fingers, making Sylvia blush and squirm around some more.

"awww, you're so cute when you do that! i can't wait until i can make you scream~" Mawce teases, setting the box down before crawling onto the bed and gently pushing their girlfriend onto the pillows. "now then, where to start on my cute little lee?"

they eyes scanned every inch of Sylvia's body before honing in on her covered belly, giving them a idea. "Ooo, i even have something for you to do!"

Mawce lifts the bottom of Sylvia's loose shirt and brings it up to her mouth. "You need to keep that shirt of yours in your mouth so i can work my magic~ if you fail and let it go? i go full force!"

Sylvia blushed heavily, biting into her shirt and bracing herself. Mawce brought their fingers down and scribbled across her tummy and sides gently, she imediately is reduced to squirming and muffled, desperate giggling, she really didn't anticipate for such soft tickles to be so bad!

Mawce chuckles teasingly, grabbing at Sylvia's chubby belly and shaking it around. "Oh wow, i don't know wheather to be suprised or dissapointed that you've held out for this long without dropping your shirt! hmmm, maybe a toy could help... 'free' you, hehe~" and with that, they took the lid off of the box and searched inside, soon pulling out a pink feather.

"do you get it? it's tickled pink! apparently these things absolutely destroy every lee, even the most stubborn ones!" Sylvia's eyes widen, she's seen tickle torture scenes in loads of shows and movies and they almost always use feathers.

before she could even think of squirming away, the feather was already working its magic on her chubby tummy; drawing silly shapes, poking her before finally dipping into her bellybutton, circling the skin that surrounded it.

this caused Sylvia to give in, accidentally dropping the hem of the shirt which was now covered in saliva and laughing hysterically. "I-YAHAHAHAHAHA!! MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHWCE S-STOHOHOP IHIHIHIHIT! IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!"

Mawce smiled victoriously, locking eyes with their overly ticklish girlfriend. "well would you look at that, you just lost the game! do you know what happens now, my beloved lee?~"

"i... know. y-you're gonna... go... full force.." Sylvia blushed and panted, trying to get her breath back. as she regained her composure, she her Mawce chuckle lowly.

Mawce looked at her and licked their lips, smiling wildly. "you're half way right! it's not gonna be me, it's gonna be a big scary beast, wanna guess?~"

their girlfriend gulped, it wasn't going to be Mawce? then who? her answers were soon answered as they pounced onto her, their head going underneath her shirt.

"It's the tickle monster, and they're hungry for your skin and raspberries!! time to dig in!" Mawce announced as they began chomping and blowing raspberries of their girlfriends defenseless, pudgy, hellishly ticklish tummy.

Sylvia cackles and howls as she flails around and tries to shove at Mawce's head to get them away, but they didn't move an inch. "BAHAHAHAHAHAA! MEHEHEHEHEHERCY! IHIHIHIT'S TOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!"

She knew that she wanted them to continue deep down, but her ticklish body was in stitches as her lover nibbled and blew on her belly as they made teasing 'nom nom nom' sounds with each chomp.

Mawce held onto her securely, their arm under her back with fingers tapping her sides so her tummy had nowhere to go. "ooo, you're so yummy~ nom nom nom nom!~ time for the finishing piece!" they say whilst they position their lips mere inches above Sylvia's bellybutton, taking a massive inhale and putting their lips directly on her bellybutton, releasing a long, wet raspberry that caused her whole belly to vibrate with laughter.

"AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! I - *SQUEAK* I CAHAHAHAHAN'T T- *SQUEAK* AHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!!" Sylvia squealed as she thrashed her head from side to side and tried her best to grip onto the bed sheets, she couldn't even think properly as the raspberry dragged on.

With a few tickly butterfly kisses to the belly, Mawce finally stopped and removed their head from their girlfriends shirt and stared at her completely red face.

"Whoops! I guess I went too far, huh? I'm really sorry!" Mawce apologised as they watched Sylvia closely.

She panted and twitched in the aftermath, giggling breathlessly as she regained her breath and composure. she... actually enjoyed it! the attention given to her body along with the pure joy from both herself and Mawce made her feel safe and loved.

"It's... fine, honestly! I... umm.... liked it too... could you do it more often..?" Sylvia asked, covering her face due to embarrasment. Her partner's eyes widened before smiling, pouncing on and hugging Sylvia.

"i thought you'd never ask!" Mawce cheered excitedly, quickly giving Sylvia's cheeks butterfly kisses.

this was going to be an interesting week..

If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes then please let me know!

#tk community #tickle community #tickle fic #my ocs #tummy tickles #tickling #belly button tickling #tickle content #ticklish tummy

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madbalalaika · 1 year

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Health update #3

So, one thing about my recovery is that for the first month of the treatment I had to exclude from my diet not only everything I'm allergic to (things containing lactose, gluten, and beef as well), but also all the common allergens, aaand everything that could trigger my reflux (fatty food, anything baked/fried, anything sour, coffee, chocolate, etc.), and the point of it was allowing my gut/stomach/esophagus heal first and then I could slowly reintroduce certain foods back: if I still have a reaction, I wait longer and then try again.

And that time has come! I CAN FINALLY DRINK COFFEE!!! It's been a minute!

I've also done some goofs with meds/supplements about a week ago. First, I took a loratadine pill that we had at home because my skin was itching very badly (dust maybe, idk), but I forgot to read the contents before taking it. And what do you know, it had lactose! Lemme tell you, the consequences were not fun 🤡

The second time was a couple days later. I was feeling great, and was like "fuck yeah, might as well try drinking coffee for the first time in god knows how long". So I did, and it was completely fine, I didn't feel anything unusual at all, so I was like "sick, awesome", but there's also one nuance that I learned the hard way last year: never mix coffee with gluten when you're allergic to the latter.

Fast forward to that same day, later in the evening. I decided to try lactase wafers, that we bought a couple days prior, with some butter and regular milk to see what happens. So I take the thing, I start eating, at the same time reading through the label on the bottle. My eyes suddenly widen in terror as I find a line that says "contains wheat".

MOTHERF-

What happens next might shock you- no I'm just kidding

But seriously, when I tell you for the next few days my whole digestive tract fucking hurt, it FUCKING HURT. And the most fucked up thing was that not a single mf, not a single pharmacy's website, not even the official distributor's website, or the translation sticker (that they covered the original label with) specified what exactly that supplement contained. I had to actually rip apart the protective film with the sticker first to then read the English label to find out that that expensive af thingy does tenfold more damage to me than it actually helps.

Oh but I didn't get bloated from the milk, how cool is that 🤡

Anyway... I do admit that I should've done more research though, but oh well, what's done is done

P.S. the award of "truly the most hyperfixation food of all time" goes to Swiss hard and Parmesan cheeses. It's been 2 weeks, I haven't been able to stop eating a whole pack a day since. Send help

Edit: oh, and remember I told you I was super sensitive to sugar and caffeine before? So apparently it was due to thyroid hormone imbalance that, in turn, was due to my (as the endocrinologist I went to suggested) covid-like sickness back in December, but as time goes by it should go back to normal, so that's cool 👍

#health updates

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unisexobject · 1 year

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Chapter VII. Closer

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Summary: A callous run-in with a certain someone leads you and Eddie to grow closer, but are your enemies more dangerous than they seem? Trigger Warnings: Violence, blood, past trauma, ptsd, exposed skin, idk Author's Note: I know it has been a hot minute since last, but life has been seriously roundhouse kicking my ass. Next chapter, a character that rhymes with sissy goes snap, crackle and pop...

Having Eddie in the same classes as you was not as enjoyable as it sounded.

He would always grab your arm and start drawing all over, creating little but many illustrations of old rickety houses, lightning bolts, bats, cemeteries and wyverns across your supple skin. It lead to you furiously scrubbing his artwork off during lunch just before you got home, sick of your parents questioning you over your impromptu sleeve and the curly haired metal head who barely left your side.

Eddie also couldn't be quiet, as the constant tapping of his ivory Reeboks or the clinking of thick metal rings practically drove you insane. Let alone his constant whispering of absolute nonsense into your ear - whether it be the melodic tune of his latest hyperfixation or completely inappropriate comments about Mrs. O'Donnel - that nearly made you burst into laughter every lesson.

But the worst of all, was that he needed you to explain practically everything from class to him. Not satisfied until his thousand "but why" 's were answered. Despite his subtle intelligence and unabating creativity, Eddie still needed a little hand here and there. And God was he annoying.

On today's menu, creating original poetry. Great, you thought.

You groaned across the cafeteria table after Eddie had pestered you about helping him write.

"I'm going to see Robin at Family Video first after school, so come over a little later."

Your best friend flashed his pearly grin.

You hadn't seen Robin over the last few days, apparently she was caught up in some business with Nancy and Steve. You hoped that she would be there this afternoon to help you pick out something to watch later tonight.

"Why is Jason Carver looking at you and Y/N like that?" Dustin asked.

His comment pulled you out of your reverie.

The whole table turned their head in unison toward the infamous Jason Carver, or to the balls-and-laundry-basket table as Eddie so imaginatively coined.

It was true. Jason's expression was a little unsettling. His face was hard and stern, like he was in the midst of taming his blazing rage. He barely broke away his piercing gaze from Eddie.

"Maybe he's still pissed about Y/N dunking a big fat bowl of punch on his stupid head." Gareth mused.

His comment earned a light chuckle from the table. You and Eddie smiled in earnest.

"Don't forget how she threatened to fight him too." Dustin interposed.

"Yeah. He's probably like, super embarrassed." Mike added.

"Embarrassed that Eddie has Chrissy wrapped around his little finger." Jeff retorted teasingly.

The whole table laughed, except for you and Eddie.

Your smile dropped along with your gaze. You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, attention returning to your carrot sticks. They no longer were as appetising as they were when lunch had started, the slender orange now suddenly a nauseating sight.

Eddie remained still and wary - and unbeknownst to you - death staring Jeff for his flippant comment. He didn't have Chrissy wrapped around his finger. It was obvious from the moment that she flashed her wide smile and innocent eyes and asked Eddie if he had "the stuff" that she wasn't interested in him. At least not in that way. Sure Chrissy showed Eddie genuine kindness, but she was more concerned with what he had to offer.

Eddie didn't understand why the thought of him and Chrissy spoken aloud made him so uncomfortable. He had a crush on her not too long ago and felt free enough to share the desires of his heart to you. In fact, it was something he still ruminates on, groaning to himself as he tosses and turns late at night. He wanted to go back in time and smack his past self in the face for acting like such a love sick fool.

But ever since his fire for her fizzled out, he became incredibly anxious at the thought of you thinking that he still liked her.

The second Jeff teased Eddie about it, his heart quickened. He couldn't hide his immediate shift in demeanour. Eddie couldn't understand why he even felt concerned about the whole thing to begin with.

"I do not." Eddie snapped.

Everyone went silent, his sudden change in mood earning confused looks from a sea of naive eyes.

"I mean..." He continued in a much calmer tone. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You started to bite your nails absentmindedly, desperate for something to distract you from the unpleasant conversation that seemed to encircle you.

"Don't you meet her in the woods outside of school all the time?" Gareth asked humourlessly.

That's our spot.

You met Eddie's gaze, a twinge of sadness growing in your chest. Its weeds wrapped around your heart when Eddie stayed silent, his doe eyes boring into yours.

After a moment, he continued on.

"I told you not to mention that out loud Gareth. It's not exactly public knowledge." Eddie seethed, briefly looking around to ensure no one in the busy cafeteria heard.

You looked away from Eddie, unable to decipher the all encompassing distrust that suddenly emerged.

You didn't really have much reason to doubt Eddie, his heart bold and honest on his sleeve. Yet, for some reason you did. These feelings of almost jealousy made you wary.

"I help her take the edge off, that's all. If Jason knew, who knows what he would do to the both of us."

Gareth and Jeff hummed in response, willing to drop the whole thing out of boredom. Like they were a dog playing with a chew toy whose piercing squeak were no longer entertaining.

So, you and Eddie finished your lunch in silence, whilst the rest of the boys returned to mindless chatter. But your mind - as usual - would be consumed by thoughts that your best friend was growing dishonest with you. And soon enough, would learn the dreadful yet all too true past which followed you everywhere.

It was afternoon now and you were at Family Video, hoping to catch Robin to help you rent a film for your post writing session with Eddie. You wandered the aisles, waiting to discover something that would please the both of you.

Eddie adored anything scary and filled with gore, whilst you enjoyed the likes of a good story or some German expressionism. Although, getting Eddie to enjoy a silent film was a terribly hard task. He had never been one to focus and needed dialogue to really capture his attention.

You hoped that whatever weird funk you were in at lunch would dissipate by the time Eddie arrived. You hoped even more, that watching a movie together would put your mind at ease, allowing you to fall into sync with your best friend effortlessly.

You were tossing up between Frankenstein and Nosferatu, hoping for Robin to pop around and help you decide.

"Hey." Steve beamed.

His voice caught you off guard, causing you to drop Nosferatu onto the carpet.

"Shit." You muttered, crouching down to pick it up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Although, based off the looks of it that's what you're after?"

He motioned toward the films in your hands and smiled convivially.

"Yeah, I have a thing for vampires and reanimated corpses it seems." You shook your head, playfully ashamed.

Steve smiled wide and leaned against the shelf, stumbling a little when his elbow missed the surface.

He cleared his throat.

"You doing okay? After Friday, I mean. Thought I'd have to call the cops to haul you away." He mused teasingly.

You genuinely laughed, somehow coming around to the humour of the previous Friday.

"I don't know what you put in that punch Harrington, but it really got my wires mixed up." You replied playfully.

He scratched his chin and flaunted his pearly teeth.

"And here I was thinking that they were already like that."

"Hey!" You chided.

You smacked him on the side jestingly and chuckled at his antics. When he recovered, he took a deep breath.

"So, what are you doing here?" Steve asked, leaning the side of his head on closed knuckles.

"You know, looking for something to watch tonight. I'm just waiting for Robin to help me out."

As if saying her name had spoken her into existence, she magically appeared next to you.

"Nosferatu? I mean it's not bad, but The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari is way better. Might relate to it a bit more considering you aren't sleeping these days." Robin remarked, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You and Steve exchanged knowing glances, glint of humour dancing around in your eyes.

"Hello to you too." You replied sarcastically.

"Wait, you're not sleeping?" Steve questioned with a furrowed brow.

Before you could clarify, Robin did.

"Yeah dingus, she keeps having these awful nightmares and crazy nosebleeds. The other day her headache was so bad that she didn't listen to her walkman because the headphones hurt to be on her head." She explained animatedly.

Your eyes widened in embarrassment. It wasn't a big deal and Steve didn't need to know. You were afraid that he would worry or look at you as if you had some serious psychological issues. Not like it would be such a terrible fate, but you didn't think something so odious could be easily digested by someone like Steve.

"Thank you for the suggestion Rob, but I think that's my cue to leave."

You gently squeezed Robin's shoulder to soothe her and hopefully discreetly inform her that she had overshared.

Steve forced a placating grin as he ran a firm hand through his swirly mane.

You waved a kind hand to Harrington as you walked out of Family Video, hoping to God that this weird tizzy of a day would draw to a close soon.

The warm Indiana afternoon faded into a raven sky, set aglow by tiny speckles of constellations. Sprawled across your fuzzy rug still in the same clothes, worry ate at you when Eddie still hadn't arrived.

It was 9pm and you were coming to the conclusion that perhaps he never would. You were slightly worried, yet mostly annoyed. He had pestered you at lunch about helping him with his poetry. But maybe he ended up with Chrissy? The thought kept pervading your mind, never allowing you to rest.

Desperate to get comfortable, you slowly rose from your languid position in hopes to change into something more agreeable.

After you discarded your shirt and jeans onto your bedroom floor, leaving you in just your underwear and white singlet, you slowly pulled on some great sweat pants and woolly socks.

Just as you pulled them on, a sudden yet light tap from your bedroom window garnered your attention. You snapped your head in its direction, heart almost going asystole at the intrusion, until a familiar head of curls came into view.

Clutching at your chest in fear, you watched as Eddie gave a small wave through the window pane. You let out a relieved breath and slowly stalked your way over.

The window opened with a click.

"Eddie." You breathed, voice a little raspy from fright. "What on earth are you doing? You were supposed to be here hours ago."

Eddie hoisted a jean clad leg over the frame and slid into your room with practiced ease.

"Was a little caught up." He groaned in response as he tried to shut your window.

"I was getting changed, you could have just come through the front door."

"Don't worry, I didn't see nothing." Eddie remarked unconcerned, turning around to face you.

As your warm bedroom light hit his pale face, you noticed a shattered mosaic of deep blues and purples across his right eye and cheek. A bright crimson stain trailed down his Helfire shirt that was now soiled in what seemed to be blood. His plush bottom lip had an angry slit in it, revealing layers of tonal reds amongst vivid pink. Eddie looked like he had just come back from hell.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You muttered, taking his injured head into your hands.

"Gentle, sweetheart." Eddie replied, wincing as your hands came to rest on his battered cheeks.

A million thoughts ran through your mind all at once, as if each one were a train colliding directly into one another. Your eyes nearly burst out of your skull as you took in Eddie's injuries, making note of each indigo splotch and dots of dried blood.

"Who did this to you?" You asked incredulously. Eddie swallowed the lump that had magically formed in his throat.

"Jason." He replied, sore lips grazing the inside of your palm.

Eddie gripped your wrists gently and pulled them away from his face.

You remained silent as he skulked around your room, taking a liking to the end of your plush bed. He patted the spot next to him, motioning for you to come sit.

You held your arms over your chest and joined him.

You might have appeared calm albeit shocked, but on the inside you were fuming.

How the fuck could Jason do this? You wanted to stride over to his house and set him alight. You could barely wrap your head around it.

"Eds...why did he do this to you?" You asked softly, still bewildered by his injured complexion.

Your question made Eddie think back to this afternoon.

"Hey freak!" Jason called, cornering Eddie in the school parking lot.

Jason and his posse waited until late, the time of day where it was deserted and when Eddie had finished writing his newest campaign for Helfire in the drama room.

Eddie turned around with a whoosh, only standing mere centimetres from his van. He barely had any time to register what was happening, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Think you could get away with it freak? Hanging around Chrissy. Your little slut threatening me?"

Jason started punching Eddie over and over and over. His rage unleashed and untamed.

Suddenly Eddie was laughing, a wide smirk growing across his busted lip and bruised cheek. Jason stilled his vicious movements, brows furrowed in hesitancy.

"That's it Carver?" Eddie taunted. "I thought you were a tough guy, but you punch like a girl."

Jason blinked in shock and stepped back, before throwing an even harder punch. Eddie rolled to the side and spat out some blood.

"Maybe a little harder this time and you might actually leave a mark." He groaned.

Eddie tilted his head back in roaring laughter, smearing blood across his face with the back of his palm.

Jason took the incentive and hit him harder and harder, growing ever more frustrated. Eddie was becoming battered and bruised, yet he didn't lose the fight.

When Jason stepped away, conceding to Eddie's taunts and the feeling of humiliation, Eddie laughed even harder.

"Come on champ, thought you were trying to prove me wrong."

After several more punches and groans of frustration, they left a manically cackling Eddie in the parking lot, peeling away in Jason's car and driving off into the late afternoon.

"Wait, he did this because of me?" You asked disbelievingly.

Eddie turned to face you, grabbing both of your wrists to anchor you to him.

"No, absolutely not. He's had it out for me ever since middle school. This has nothing to do with you, okay?" Eddie soothed, absentmindedly running his thumb over the back of your palm

You hung your head low, trying to listen to his comforting words. They were failing in their effectiveness.

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom, I'll be right back." You remarked, slowly slipping out of his reassuring grip.

When you returned with swabs and gauze, you disinfected his many wounds. The sight of deep burgundy against sharp white made your stomach curl. You kept gently dabbing the cut above his eye, mesmerised at how a protuberant head of blood kept returning after several attempts at blotting the skin.

"What's the prognosis doc?" Eddie questioned sarcastically, momentarily breaking his trance from your worrisome complexion.

You huffed, tucking a loose coil of hair behind his ear. You didn't want specks of dried blood to be caught in his mane.

"Well, you're going to be okay. Just a little swollen and bruised, but still beautiful."

Eddie quietly crooned.

"Did you hear that? My little Florence Nightingale thinks I'm beautiful."

"Shut up." You warned, lightly smacking his arm.

You placed all of the soiled swabs and gauze that were still slick with blood into a plastic bag. You closed the lid of the first aid kit from the bathroom and placed it on your night stand.

The soft incandescence of your lampshade casted a warm glow in your room, subtly highlighting Eddie's battered complexion. He looked vulnerable in front of you, an elusive reminder that he was not impervious to pain or brutality. That Hawkins was a terribly violent place and people like Eddie, people who were different were a constant target. A source of retribution.

Just like in the past, people who you care about can be taken from you without warning, without any proper reasoning at all. And in the grand scheme of things, you are forever powerless to stop it.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Eddie queried, nudging his jean clad knee with yours.

Your silence worried him.

"Nothing." You replied instinctively.

Your reply was thoughtless and even Eddie couldn't understand why you even attempted to lie at all. He knew you too well.

What Eddie didn't know, was why you always kept him at arms length. Sure he had an idea that it had something to do with the enigmatic Matt, or your distant relationship with your parents, or even your past life before Hawkins (whatever that consisted of). But he could never really be certain and the weight of that speculation had started to become impossible.

Yet, he let it go and hummed softly in response.

"So um, you're gonna get mad at me for bringing this up but, when I saw you getting...getting-"

"Changed?"

"Yeah, changed. I noticed a little something around your uh...hip area."

Your eyes widened and you shot up from the bed.

"Eddie! You said you didn't see anything!" You practically shouted.

Eddie roared to his feet to join you.

"I know! I know! I didn't want you to feel...violated. I swear I didn't look on purpose!"

You turned to face him, groaning to yourself that Eddie had probably seen your half-naked form. Not just you in shorts and a singlet, but part of your bare things and hip bone.

"Christ, Eddie." You muttered, relaxing back into the mattress.

Eddie joined suit, mirroring your movements out of fear of your wrath for seeing you in such a vulnerable and compromising way.

Another silent moment passed.

"So, is it uh, a tattoo?" He asked quietly.

You turned to face him as his he cast his gaze toward his feet sheepishly.

You let Eddie's question linger in the air, deliberating what to do next. It was a tattoo, but it wasn't done on a whim or for a stupid bet or dare. It was important, a part of something larger, something you hadn't shared with Eddie. Something that even the thought of sharing had you petrified.

"You want to see?" You asked, barely above a whisper.

Eddie now turned to face you, fashioning a delicate expression of caution. He knew his abrasiveness could land him in some deep shit sometimes, but he didn't want this to be one of those times. Eddie had taken notice of how your mood would suddenly shift or how the air would carry something heavy at the drop of a pin. He had never really known what caused it, but he learnt that it was specific to you and he shouldn't push if he could help it. But he knew that moments where you would pull back the curtain even for a mere second were precious and worth savouring.

"Okay."

You cleared your throat before pulling down the right side of your waistband, slowly revealing an inky spot saddled on your hip. The whole thing felt so inglorious, revealing a strange part of skin that Eddie wouldn't have ever seen typically. It didn't feel sensual, it felt deeply pregnable.

Suddenly, the small tattoo was completely exposed, the rest of your waist hidden by the fabric of your singlet.

Eddie's breath hitched. Seeing a tattoo on you did something to him. What that something was, he wasn't quite sure yet.

"It's a butterfly." You remarked, noticing his tacit silence. "A monarch more specifically."

With your statement Eddie chuckled lightly.

"I never would have expected you to have a tattoo." He replied, looking up to your orbs with a mischievous grin.

You hummed sardonically in response.

Before you knew it Eddie ran his thumb over the butterfly, sending sharp shudders down your spine.

"You give me so much shit for my tattoos and the whole time you had one and didn't tell me."

Eddie was smiling to himself, tracing the small orange inking, running his finger tip along the fanned out wings.

"I didn't get this so girls would think that I was hot Eddie." You chided, his hand still resting on your waist.

"You think I'm hot?" Eddie asked, devilish smile growing.

You turned away, desperately wishing for respite from his grin, his burning touch, his all-encompassing proximity. The whole thing was a little too much for you all of a sudden.

Eddie must have noticed, pulling up your waistband for you and shifting away nonchalantly. You couldn't hide anything from him. He was too terribly perceptive and it killed you.

"So why'd you get it?" He asked inquisitively.

You pulled your knees to your chest, attempting to compose yourself.

"My brother always liked them." You replied, resting your elbows on your pale knees. "There used to be a whole cluster of them back home."

Eddie nodded in response, savouring the fitful acknowledgement of your past.

You stood up from the bed and moved to the other side of your room. Opening the cupboard doors, you pulled out a crocheted blanket.

"I don't think you should go home to Wayne looking like that, you should call him and tell him that you're staying here for the night." You mused as you placed the blanket gently into his lap.

Eddie watched in awe as you moved around your room so effortlessly. He hadn't ever been treated with such kindness, softness or sentimentality in his entire life (apart from Wayne) until he had met you.

The way you always thought ahead, about little infinitesimal details that seemed to escape him so frequently, rendered him overcome with wonder. It was this moment that he wanted to cry, not because he was sad or fearful, but because he felt seen, cared for and loved. Even if it wasn't the kind of love that could be articulated in an overt way, it was the kind of love that surfaced so subtlety, yet always in complete abundance.

“How do you even like this movie?” Eddie asked with a sigh. Mock annoyance dancing off his plush lips. He had already grown tired within the first few minutes, struggling to read the German that presented so boldly on the screen.

You turned to your left, studying Eddie’s profile, or more distinctly his nose. You made note of its slanted descent and bulbous tip. You watched how the lowlight of the tv reflected off his pale skin, illuminating little mousy spots that peppered his complexion.

“I don’t know.” You started, nudging your shoulder with his as you laughed.

You looked to the raven words that flashed on the screen.

Does this word not sound like the deathbird

calling your name at midnight?

Beware you never say it - for then

the pictures of life will fade to shadows,

haunting dreams will climb forth from your heart

and feed on your blood.

“You can’t ever deny death. But maybe you can commemorate sacrifice. Right the wrongs dying causes, even if it feels hopeless to do so. Even if you’re depleted of willingness to try.”

Eddie stilled, shock very much evident in his rigid features. You on the other hand had been consumed by heavy and existential ruminations.

He studied the faraway look you possessed within your glowing black irises, drinking in your despair like crisp water in the middle of a dark night.

“And here I thought it was about a hairless vampire.” Eddie remarked jestingly.

It made you chuckle and turn away shamefaced. You hadn’t intended on growing so experiential.

But the movie had eventually ended, leaving you laden and dreary eyed on Eddie’s firm shoulder. He watched you breathe in and out slowly, consumed by the rise and fall of your heavy chest.

He didn’t dare move - despite the stinging pain on the side you rested - afraid you would stir and wake. Even with the absolute shit beaten out of Eddie, he always thought of you in the way he thought of no other.

After gazing at your form as if you hung in the deep walls of the Uffizi like a Botticelli painting, Eddie drifted off into sleep. His body directly craned into yours, with calloused fingertips barely touching, the space between singing to the infinite. The two of you molded together so sweetly, naturally, like two small children unaware of the world's failings and frailty.

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