#uhhh I had a lot more to say than I originally thought

[al-of-the-stars]

poly vees! poly vees! where everyone loves eachother

anyways, the vee's find themselves attracted to an imp!reader (maybe only one or two at first). i love the upper class x lower class dynamic ajhs

the imp was originally just trying to be a thief in peace and rob them, but they get caught in the process.

gn! reader is more desirable but you can go for a fem or male reader if you want!!

-🍋 anon

"Stole our hearts. (and our money lol)"

A/n: Hi, 🍋! This reminded me a bit of Blitzo and Stolas from Helluva Boss lol Ik I said this before but I'm not too familiar with poly relationships so I'm so sorry if I got anything wrong! I did gn reader but I did mention reader wearing one of Velvette's dresses so I hope it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable! Hope you enjoy!!

Imps were never respected in the hell hierarchy. How ironic that the ones who fucked up enough to get sent here are treated better than the innocent demons who never even got a chance at life in the first place. This was the reason you decided to become a thief. If no one was willing to hire the lowlife so that you could make an honest living, you would steal to live a comfortable life. You weren't a Saint by any means but you weren't evil enough to steal from your own kind, only people who either deserved it or people who could afford to be stolen from. That includes overlords, and more specifically, your latest victims, the Vees. They were known for their social influence on the residents of hell, but you didn't really care much since overlords only live in the pride ring and imps usually residents in Imp City in the wrath ring. That, however, doesn't mean you won't travel there and take their shit. You were currently at Vee Tower late at night. Everyone was asleep so you had the perfect chance to do your job and quickly scurry off, or at least that's what you thought, You usually work fast but that doesn’t take into account the time constraint of Vox’s new security system. The moment you touched the vase, a loud alarm rang and a few seconds later, Vox and his tired partners came up to you. 

“What do you think you're doing,” Vox said, his business smile faltering. Shit. You underestimated this guy's inventions. “Oh.. uhhh..” you were at a loss for words. What were you even supposed to say? ‘Hey I was about to steal this vase that you own’? Absolutely not. Luckily for you, they didn't seem to mind as much as you thought they would. Little did you know that every time you had stolen from the Overlords, they had known you were there. Although they didn't exactly appreciate you stealing their belongings, they had taken a bit of a liking towards you. Even when being mischievous little shit, you still had a sort of charm. Like when you were stealing one of Vox's newest prototypes and spent 10 whole minutes trying to figure out what it did before giving up and furiously putting it in the bag. Or that time you stole one of Velvette's dresses and before putting it in the bag you put it on, just for funsies. She had to admit, you didn't look half bad in her designs, maybe when you finally date them, she can ask you to model for her. And the time you tried to steal one of the blankets from one of Val's studios, which surprisingly sell for a lot. You hurriedly put it in the bag, trying to touch it as little as possible, who knows what things people had done in those blankets. They slowly fell for you one by one, maybe next time, they can finally ask you out. Once they give you the world, you finally won't have to steal their things.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin x reader #valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #val hazbin hotel #valentino x reader #velvette #velvette x reader #velvette hazbin #velvette hazbin x reader #hazbin velvette #hazbin hotel velvette

[factual-fantasy]

18 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🎪

@pink088

Guuuuurl does it look like I missed the boops? XDD

(I DID miss the super boops and revenge boops tho. I was trashed on the couch and stuck on mobile all day so I wasn't able to send any back to anyone💔💔)

Uhhhmm... oh jeez lemme try to remember-- I'm assuming you mean the order I got everyone in the game..?? Cuz other than the goofy little comics I've been drawing there isn't much of a story beyond that-

Uhhh so I started with Midori(Sprigatito) obviously, thennn... I think I caught Grim(Gastly).. then I caught Gloria(Ralts). Thenn..... arrhrhhgh I thiiiink I went looking for eevees, but I found Anastasia(Shiny Kricketot) in the process and kept her. Then I picked one of the eevees I caught at random and kept him. Then lastly I found a Mareep(Bonnie) by surprise and kept her.

My memory is very poor but I thiiink that's mostly accurate <XDD If I misunderstood your question don't be afraid to send another ask! 😅

@pbjfox37147878

Sorry, I don't take requests.. But hey! You already got a solid concept going and some artistic talent, you can always make it yourself for free! :0

Not really.. I've had a surprising number of uncomfortable experiences with the fandom recently so I've decided to take a step back from Octonauts for a while..

@psype

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like them! :}}

And yeah that's how I pictured her XDD its becuase I use her the most out of all my Pokémon-

Now she's not bossy and doesn't have a leader or "I'm better that you guys" complex, none of that! She's just very intelligent and usually very level headed and calm. I can imagine that she's gotten the team safely through a lot of complicated situations and her plans/advice have rarely led the group astray.

Plus since I use her so often, I like to think that she's one of the most powerful Pokémon on the team. If not the most powerful. So whenever the group was met with a great danger, Gloria was probably the one to rescue them <XD

So the whole group kind'a gravitates behind her and lets/wants her to take the lead most of the time. Especially when things get complicated or dangerous!

@nerdyskullcap (User in ask)

I took a peek at their blog, but I couldn't find any original art of the Conductor after quite a while of scrolling through that tag.. I only found reblogs of other peoples Conductor comics.. <:(

XD That description of Gloria is very fitting! I use her the most out of all my Pokémon and she rarely loses! XDD

This was a cool read, and hey! Some of my Pokémon have some of those attacks! :000 Gloria has draining kiss and Bonnie has discharge! :D

@cat7890

I'd like to think they've never fought before.. maybe some little bickering on a bad day, but never anything serious.

They have good communication and just generally get along really well and like a lot of the same things. So there's rarely conflict between them! :0

Thank you! I'm happy to hear that you like my artwork! :}}

As for your question.. I'm afraid I don't understand/cant explain it--

Lets say I wanna draw Mario. I imagine what the drawing might end up looking like in my head, what pose I'll draw him in and what colors I'll use.. And then I just.. draw it. It might not look exactly like what I pictured but its probably close enough.

If that doesn't answer your question, I'm afraid I either don't understand your question or this is just an art thing that I don't know how to explain. <:( Sorry, feel free to send another ask with more specifics if you have them!

@sleep-deprived-fr3ak

If Bill ever became a lawyer? All hope is lost XDD

@raven-bearden-the-interviewer42

I haven't really thought about the details of the crews travels and adventures.. but I'm sure that when Louis got cursed and became a crab monster? That was probably pretty memorable XD

Probably this one honestly <XD I cant think of anything more cursed off the top of my head-

@fawncr33k

I suppose that would be fine, but I wouldn't prefer it. As I've said many times,, just comments guys! Asks, reblogs, tags, how ever you type them. I just want comments.👍

@neo-metalscottic

No problem! Getting asks are usually a pick me up :}}

As for the Dry Bones thing, that's what I meant by "not sure how it fits into the AU yet" 😅 Who'd they fight? Why did they fight? When did this happen? No idea. Its all just a neat concept with no structure yet :// And beyond the awkward living situation with the Dry Bones today, I haven't really thought about how the Koopa culture has been changed by the war. That's just way too much thinking and I'm way too sick to bother trying to figure it out atm- 💀💔 But maybe someday I'll think it through!

Now Luigi, I had this idea that he had a bizarre encounter with a 1-UP and was later bitten by a Goomba. Over the span of say... 5 days or so..? Luigi slowly got weaker and weaker until eventually he became bedridden and actually died- He came back to life moments after but it still completely shook Mario and Luigi's worlds for a sec there-

I had intended to draw a comic about this, and I made a sketch about it in the past.. but around the time I thought of this idea my Mario phase was kind'a passing over so I didn't feel like making it- <XDD

As for a potential sequel, I would like to see Wario, Waluigi and Toadsworth. Not sure why Toadsworth wasn't in the first movie- he absolutely should have been. That deep voiced purple..? council..? toad guy?? Totally should have been Toadsworth :/

And my request for the Wario bros is that they are taken seriously. 😅🤣

@cherrycreamfairy

I'm doing okay so far today, thank you! :}

@littlelightfish

I haven't really figured out the details about how Tuna and Louis lost their limbs- 😅

But I'm considering that Louis lost his arm (I assume you meant his arm-) in some kind of work related accident a long time ago. It must have been a fishing accident somehow..

As for Tuna, either some kind of natural disaster/accident or.. someone "removed" them... O-O

I do not :/ I'm not even sure what homestuck is.. I thiiink its a webcomic-

@nemo-draco

Oooo! :00 It looks cool! :DD

And thank you, I'm hoping I get over this soon too 😅

#my response #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs #super mario bros #mario movie #pokemon scarlet and violet

[moorishflower]

Oooo, original work! How exciting! Your last piece was fantastic!

:DDD Thank you! I'm having a lot of fun with it so far! It is about a centaur and a werewolf falling in love in a small fantasy town! Here's a bit from it (so far it is 26k and uhhh not even halfway through what I've got planned so far lol)

"I have to be on the road before it snows," Rain said. "Do you think you can fashion at least one shoe tomorrow? If I get that hoof trimmed?"

Bad idea just one shoe, it wrote in response. It then made several gestures at him, which didn't seem to mean anything in particular except that they enhanced the severity of what it wrote next, which was, Will hurt yourself. Trip. Fall.

Rain had taken plenty of tumbles as a foal, but tripping at a gallop was every taur's worst nightmare. It was possible to come back from a broken leg if the taur in question was lucky enough to have a herd to care for it, but...on his own? He'd be as good as dead.

Rain shuddered. "You've made your point," he said wryly, and the smith grinned at him, tongue draped out of the side of its mouth. "Fine, then. Four silver blanks for four shoes. I'll speak to your friend tomorrow, and...return in the evening?"

After sundown, the smith wrote. Then it set its slate aside and, coming to stand directly in front of Rain, it stuck out its chalk-dusted hand. Rain pricked his ears forward, studying it. All of the smith's touches so far had been gentle, but impersonal, and limited to Rain's hooves. He hadn't expected a handshake -- such a mannish gesture! How many beings refused? How many beings even knew the smith was here, this well-kept secret of the northeast? He likely never would have known if he hadn't misunderstood Agosto's instructions.

Slowly, Rain reached out and took the offered hand.

It was massive, and almost engulfed his own, his pale fist disappearing in a grip of leather and fur. The smith's fingers were thick, and the pads on its palm and fingertips were rough like calluses, but had a softer, more suede quality than mannish skin. It was very warm, warmer, even, than its breath had been because it was so encompassing, and it wasn't actually all that unpleasant. He could feel the strength in each finger, yet they were as delicate with his hand as a dragonfly lighting on a pond; the hand that held his could crush his whole wrist in one go, but was more gentle than a kiss.

A kiss?

It was by some narrow miracle that it was so cold outside, and that Rain could blame his suddenly-reddening cheeks on the weather as they shook. His hand tingled slightly as he took it back. He imagined he could still feel the brush of the smith's fur, and the catch of its calluses, and quite suddenly he felt as though he could see a dozen new things about the smith, things that he had noticed before but hadn't thought much of, and which were now brought into new light: the salt and pepper around its muzzle was distinguished, rather than simply a mark of age, and the scars on its forearms were an indication of strength and resilience; its teeth were no less frightening, but now they were also white and well-kept, and its fur, despite the missing patches over the scars, was brushed and free of debris. It even smelled pleasant, with the same profound, animal muskiness that Rain enjoyed in his perfumes, and surrounded as they were by pine trees, he could almost imagine that the smith was wearing his scent.

Now that was an intriguing thought. More than he could have possibly anticipated.

"My name is Rain," he said. It came blurting out of him, for lack of anything better to say, but it needed saying all the same because if they were to do business, the smith would need to write him a bill of sale. "Scent-of-Rain, for your records. Do you need my mercantile license as proof?"

#my fic #ask response

[senblades]

hi! i love fftsr and i really enjoy the dynamics between everyone and their personas so i wanted to ask how you decided to characterise the personas/their dynamics and if you had envisioned how the other thieves interact with their personas as well?

sorry if this question is weird 😭 keep up the good work!!

interesting question...

(uhhh I didn't think this would happen with this question but SPOILERS FOR UP TO CHAPTER 46 OF FFTSR)

To be honest, the ony dynamic that I put a real degree of thought into is the Akechi & Robin & Loki dynamic- I wanted neither persona to be entirely good or rational, or one side representative of 'being evil' or whatever. Akechi's problem, is that his thoughts, feelings, and ideas so often contradict eachother, and he is entirely unable to reconcile that. So even when Robin and Loki do agree, Akechi is more likely to ignore them than take thier advice.

Of course, just because I didn't put too much thought into it doesn't mean I'm pulling all the other dynamics out of my ass lmao:

Sumire takes second place for "Persona who talks the most"- Ella, for the most part, is a supportive force that also isn't afraid to call Sumire on her bullshit. Whether or not Sumi listens is another matter entirely. This sort of stems from how Sumire's third awakening is her final resolve to stand on her own, to reject Maruki's reality despite all it could give her, to be unapolagetically Sumire for the rest of her life- So her persona is a force to remind her of that vow, when she starts slipping into her anxieties and her tendency for avoidance.

Haru doesn't get a lot of POV scenes, but her awakening was very fun for me to write. Since I've taken Haru in a direction that is distinctly angry, I wanted Milady's words to reflect that anger at her circumstances, and the need to break from it.

Ren doesn't chat with Arsene often enough for me to remember much of what he says HAHA- he doesn't have the same influence on Ren's character the same way that Akechi and Sumire's persona's do. When he does talk, however, it's usually to quip or be a smartass- a trait which I've quietly yoinked from how people tend to characterise Arsene/Shadow Ren- as, simply, the essence of Joker.

And, now that Ren has also resolved the whole Crow situation, his dynamic with Metatron is pretty much that Metatron is a forceful reminder of the kind of thinking that got Ren to make poor descisions in the first place. Metatron often speaks up any time that Ren tries to justify taking Maruki's deal, spoken with all the snark and fury of the real Akechi.

Most of the PT haven't had POV scenes, but Futaba and Makoto certainly have!

For Futaba, any time Necronomicon speaks up is usually when Futaba is trying to avoid something. Stemming from her awakening, Futaba's vow to never allow lies to decieve her again is reflected in her persona, and especially when she tries to decieve herself.

For Makoto- I actually can't remember if Johanna has spoken in a previous chapter, or if she's going to speak in an upcoming one, but Johanna's shtick also stems from Makoto's awakening. Makoto's vow was to not be trampled by authority, to ensure that she can be herself even in a society that aims to push her in a box. Johanna will speak up if Makoto is becoming complacent, if she tries to take the easy way out.

Uhh that's pretty much it! For the other PT's personas, I would similarly draw from their awakenings to decide what I would want them to say. For the most part, though, everyone's personas start getting chatty when their wielders aren't being true to themselves.

FUCK I FORGOt about Maruki. HAHA I wrote Azathoth as being a cryptic peice of shit, mostly. That kind of 'cult leader talk' is the kind of shit he pulls in canon, and I saw no reason to change that.

Shadow Maruki, on the other hand, is a more true reflection of the man himself- an echo of who he was in the original timeline. Shadows and personas are two sides of the same coin, but how they present themselves does vary. They're archetypes, rather than a 1:1 of their wielder's personality.

aaand that's all I got! ty for the ask! <3 <3 <3

#asks #persona 5 #fftsr #This was really fun to think about since I hadn't really thought about it before HAHA

[deathzgf]

( almost ) ALL MY AMREV + FREV WIPS ( 12 october - 5 november 2023 ) ! ! ! ! !

WARNING : long ass post jFDSFLKJSLF ( will all be under the cut )

NOTE : not everything is here ! a lot of my amrev + frev drawings are doodles ive done in class ( which i cant find ) + i Do Not Like a lot of them + Tumblr only allows so many images T___T

ah yes . . . the doodle that started it all . . . my good omens sona in the french revolution ! except i had no idea what i was doing at ALL and had no historical context ! which i now do have and it makes me ENRAGED for how good omens handled that era . . . why are they in the bastille in 1793 . . . ANYWAYS ! YEAH !

aaand because of that doodle , i researched frev fashion ! and guess what ! that robespierre fashion video came up ! wooo robespierre ! and then this was the first fucking thing i drew of him i cant . I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW THE FUCK HE MISSED SO BAD + HOW THE BULLET WOULD LOOK

BECAUSE after that i drew this ! pookie ! ! !

first saint just drawing . i was listening to angel with a shotgun on loop . . . and i thought . . . angel with a guillotine . . . get it cuz hes . hes angel of the terror . and . and . a

i dont have any explanation for this

i hate this . but first robespierre AND saint just drawing wahoo

first frev oc except the hair on that one drawing is red because i went back and changed it cuz i made their name Jules Le Roux and . You know . Red hair . yeah

jules and calixte ! ! ! calixte is @toastytrusty ' s oc and my sweet sweet little baby i love them dearly

. . . saint just doodle i forgor to come back to

JULES AND CALIXTE LORE

miku binder robespierre

saint just painting robespierres nails because :3

WE INTO THE AMREV NOW WOOO . anyways me when ive married and icarus and hes flown too close to the sun lol ( his wings are meant to be burning letters btw . yeah )

jules , calixte , and leonard interaction ! ! ! ! !

which didnt go well

this turned out gayer than intended i genuinely dont know what happened here

i wanted to continue this so bad but i fucking forgot about it but Uhhh uhhhhh uhhh

you know those vamp ! robespierre and vamp hunter ! saint just aus ? yeah

PLEASE STOP SAYING IT LOOKS LIKE A DICK IVE NEVER DRAWN A VIOLIN BEFORE PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE . anyways he playsss theee violinnn he tucks it right underr hisss chinnnnn

winning the idgaf war . unbothered . living his best life

theres a storytime for this drawing but ill save that for later . john adams ( 2008 ) scene redraw but instead of jefferson grabbing adams elbow its his waist except it looks awful and i need to redo it soo baddd

vamp ! robespierre and saint just ( ? ? ? i guess vamp hunter ! saint just cuz thats usually what goes with vamp ! robespierre but idk man ) . they were meant to be on like some moonlit picnic or some shit but then class ended and i forgor about this

donald trump , alexander hamilton , and thomas jefferson . need i say more ?

the ORIGINAL toxic doomed yaoi ( hamburr )

burr . boobies :3

that one scene from saint just et la forces des choses BUT AGAIN this turned out gayer than intended . why do they keep doing this

hey girl i think theres something wrong with your leg

semi modern band ! gay trio . . . thing . . . ? girl idk . but i gave up

making jules a proper ref ! who cheered !

AAAND THATS IT !

let me know if . you want me to finish any of these because otherwise theyre probably going to rot in my gallery HELP

#frev #amrev #art #artists on tumblr #wip #art wip #frev art #amrev art #oc #oc art #good omens #good omens art #technically #cuz the first one was my good omens sona #robespierre #saint just #hamilton #historical hamilton #musical hamilton #jefferson #historical jefferson #1776 jefferson #1776 adams #hes there #hes not refined but hes there #john adams #like the 2008 show #trump #cant believe im tagging that #burr

[hairstevington]

Freaky Friday (Steddie's Version) - chapter 4!!

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie has a conversation with Robin that makes him realize there's a lot more to Steve's life than he originally thought. Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Link to Ao3

Word Count: 3.2K, more chapters to come

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, canon universe (more or less) set before season 4, body swap, they are idiots, ANGST, revenge (attempted, see: they are idiots), POV switching

A/N: Omg not updating has been agonizing for me but it's midterm season and I just spent the weekend in NYC where I saw MAYA HAWKE IN CONCERT (!!!) She is amazing we love her, this one's for you Maya <3

“Uhhhh…” Steve didn’t even know where to start with his explanation. He looked around at the students bustling through the halls. “Maybe we should -”

“Drama club room, let’s go.”

Dustin led Steve through the hallways of Hawkins High to the drama club room. Once inside, Steve noticed the way the Hellfire table was arranged, including Eddie’s throne at the end of it. Steve chuckled to himself, thinking it was absurd. He really loves this power trip, doesn’t he?

Curiosity tugged at him, though, and a few moments later he was sitting in said throne to test it out. You know, to see if it was as lush as it looked.

(It was)

“Damn, this thing is cozy,” Steve said, admiring the soft velvet on the arms. 

“Watch it - if Eddie finds out you sat in his chair he’ll totally -”

“Technically I’m not sitting in the chair, he is,” Steve argued. “And he’s allowed to sit here whenever he wants, right? My actual ass is nowhere near this thing. It could be anywhere, actually. Maybe he got me arrested already or something -”

“Jesus, Steve - shut up about the chair and your ass and just tell me what happened already!” Dustin exclaimed, exasperated. “After I left. Then what?”

Steve recounted the story to the best of his ability. The bullies, the power plant, the lightning, the swap. He intentionally left out the shower thing, due to him and Eddie’s agreement. Thankfully, Steve had gotten pretty good at keeping secrets and pretending things never happened. 

“So, yeah. I went to school and he’s been at work now for uhhh -” Steve looked at his watch to double check the time. “Two and a half hours, just about. If he even went to work, I mean. I don’t trust the guy.”

“So you’ve said. Multiple times,” Dustin deadpanned. Steve winced at how much his dislike for Eddie annoyed Dustin, but it’s just the way it was. Eddie was kind of an asshole to Steve. 

“Sorry, I’m trying, man, but he just -”

“I know, it’s fine,” Dustin interrupted him. “Okay, so you swapped bodies. How do we get you to switch back?”

“If we knew that, we would have done it,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

“Okay, smartass,” Dustin replied. “So we look into when the next big storm is, and we get you guys back to the plant -”

“Woaaah, woah, woah,” Steve interjected. “You want us to get struck by lightning again? Dude, it like - it really sucked the first time.”

“So you just want to stay like this forever, then?”

“I’m just saying there’s gotta be other options,” Steve pleaded, desperate for Dustin to give him the real answer. The kid was smart. He’d figure something out. Preferably something immediate and painless.

“It’s just a theory,” Dustin replied. “Our first theory. It’s a start , Steve.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “So, we go track down a weatherman and ask him when we'll get lightning again or something?” Dustin sighed, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, then relaxed them.

“No, we don’t track down a weatherman. The weather is on the TV or in the paper, idiot.” Steve’s look of realization - raised eyebrows, mouth in an o-shape, slight nod - was one Dustin had seen several times on Steve’s face. It looked much different on Eddie’s. Foreign. Incorrect. 

Weird. 

“Oh, yeah that makes sense,” he replied.

“We’ll look up the weather later,” Dustin proposed. “But first, we’re going to the video store.”

-

Robin arrived at Family Video at 2:58pm - two minutes ahead of her shift. Eddie had been waiting patiently, adjusting to the boredom of it all, and finding joy in little things to pass the time. Keith had left around 2:30, but nobody had come in since then. He could have left too, but he didn’t. He considered it, but there was a nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to do the right thing. He hated that stupid voice. Eddie always felt like it didn’t matter whether he did the right or wrong thing, he’d always just get the short end of the stick either way. But, as much as he wanted to be the tough-as-nails asshole he presented himself as, and as much as he wanted to ruin Steve’s life, he knew deep down he wasn’t going to do anything. Eddie had ruined his own life. He knew what that felt like already, and he didn’t care to feel that downfall a second time.

So, a new tactic. He was going to be a good person. He was going to try to be a good person, anyway. ‘Kill them with kindness,’ right? He’d already proved that Steve sucked at his job, and that Eddie could do it better. What other ways could Eddie show Steve that he could be some preppy pretty-faced rich kid too, given the right resources? What if Eddie just…stole Steve’s life a little bit? Would that be so terrible? 

“Hey,” Eddie said as Robin entered the store. 

“Hey, Dingus.” She hardly looked at him as she sped past him to the back room. “You owe me for last night. That old guy we hate came in here and made me describe the plot of like ten different movies before settling on one again.” He followed her voice into the back room, where she dropped her backpack. 

“Yikes,” he responded, even though Eddie would have probably been happy doing that, depending on the movies. Robin joined Eddie behind the counter a moment later. 

“Okay, so - wait woah, ” she said once she looked at him for the first time. “Steve, your hair. What happened to it?”

“What do you mean?” Eddie knew exactly what she meant. It was frizzy and huge, with bits and pieces sticking up every which way. He looked like a mad scientist.

“You look like Doc Brown,” she said, echoing Eddie’s thoughts. He smirked. “And you’re smiling about it? Who are you and what have you done with Harrington?” 

For a moment, Eddie thought the jig was up already regarding his identity. He’d barely said anything and she knew by the hair alone. Figures, he thought to himself. 

He assumed she’d keep pestering him about it, but she dropped it immediately, to Eddie’s surprise. She started sorting the return bin, chattering away about her day at school. 

“Oh, yeah. I heard Mrs. Lipton is a total hardass,” Eddie replied after she’d finished complaining about a class policy.

“Steve, you literally had her last year,” Robin countered. “Did you stay out all night again or something?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Eddie said. “Right, yeah. I remember now - Mrs. Lipton’s class. That was torture.”

“It’s probably worse than when we actually got tortured,” Robin remarked, so casually that Eddie thought it must have been a joke. He thought about how Steve and Robin had worked together at the mall, and guessed that was what she was referring to.

“Definitely.” He hoped a generic, non-committal response would suffice. Robin was cool, but sometimes he didn’t know how to talk to her because she was just as sarcastic as Eddie, with far less energy in the delivery. He had no idea when she was serious.

“Although, I just remembered the bonesaw,” she said as she continued to shuffle through tapes. “Actual torture was worse. But only by a little.” She smirked, so Eddie did the same, but holy fucking shit? What?

There wasn’t a single way Eddie could make sense of that, unless it was some weird long-running inside joke. It had to be that. Right?

Right?!

A customer came in, successfully distracting Eddie from his internal monologue for the time being. 

“Hellooo, how can I help you?” he quickly asked, surprising himself at how well he’d adapted to the job. He finished handling the customer, intentionally asking Robin to ring them up so he could peer over her shoulder and double check how she used the system. 

Yeah, he’d been doing it wrong. Ah well. 

The customer left, and Robin sighed, searching for a new topic of conversation. She settled on -

“So, how’s Joanna?” She was leaning back on the counter, without a hint of jealousy on her face. Eddie wondered if she and Steve really were just friends, but he doubted it, for some reason. They seemed close, and kind of perfect for each other. They’d worked two jobs together, had weird inside jokes about torture, were brutally honest with each other…

It didn’t add up. 

“She’s good. Really good,” Eddie answered, having no idea who Joanna was. 

“Better than Maggie?” she asked. Eddie’s eyes widened. He knew Steve got around in high school, but he thought that after graduation he’d cooled things down. Especially after that Scoops Ahoy getup - Eddie hoped that Steve had lost his touch. He’d relished in the thought that Steve had peaked. But nope. 

“I dunno,” Eddie answered, lost in thought. He kept looking at Robin’s reactions. She wasn’t fazed in the slightest talking about Steve’s sexcapades. 

Robin was pretty. She was smart. Funny. Why wasn’t Steve going for her? Eddie couldn’t figure it out. At first he assumed Steve was leading her on, and that she had an unrequited crush on him that he held over her. But it didn’t seem that way, now that he was talking to her. Maybe they’d already had a history? Maybe they’d dated in the past and realized they were better as friends? But WHY -

“Steve, you’re so lucky,” Robin said with a sigh. “You’ve got all these beautiful girls at your fingertips, meanwhile I can’t even muster up the courage to look at Vicki for more than 5 seconds at a time or I feel like I’m gonna faint.” Eddie took in her words slowly, watching her as she hopped onto the counter and played around with the rings on her fingers. Eddie missed his own rings. He would have been fidgeting with them himself if he wasn’t occupying Steve’s ringless hands. “What?” she asked, after noticing him staring at her. Whoops.

“Uh, nothing,” Eddie replied. I wasn’t supposed to hear that. I’m not supposed to know this. He felt immediately guilty knowing Robin had come out to him basically without her consent. The ethics of it all were weird and complicated, but it still felt wrong. As she continued to talk about being put next to Vicki in the marching band and how excited she was for it, Eddie stared into the distance and tried not to let guilt eat away at him until he was hollow inside. 

“You’re acting…weird. Is everything okay?” Her question snapped him out of his own thoughts once again, and he nodded, meekly. “Steve, I know something is wrong. Spill it.”

Eddie wasn’t sure why he directed the conversation where he did. He just figured that, if he was headed to hell anyway, he might as well commit to it. Time for some answers.

“Can we talk about the time we got…uh…tortured?” Robin’s face was curious at first, before it shifted into sincerity. She nodded. 

“Yeah, we can. I just know we usually don’t mention it. Is that what’s going on today? Did you have another nightmare or something?”

God, their friendship was so precious it hurt. A half hour ago, Eddie would have been delighted to learn that Steve Harrington had run to his best friend about nightmares, but now it felt different. 

“Mhm, yeah,” Eddie answered. “The, uh. The bonesaw.” 

“Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Robin replied with guilt on her face. Oh, no. Now I’ve made her feel guilty when I’m the one at fault here. Shit. Balls. Abort!

“Not your fault,” Eddie said quickly. “I promise. Just. That’s a really crazy thing we went through, you know?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” she agreed. “I mean, we’ve been through a lot, you and me. Secret spy messages, evil Russians, giant monsters, girls with superpowers, -” Oh, she’s got to be kidding me. No. That’s not real. No way. “- Dustin calling his girlfriend ‘Suzypoo’,” she finished with a smile. He’d heard about ‘Suzypoo,’ and the name made him cringe every time. Eddie would have laughed, had his entire mind not just been blown. 

Out of everyone at the school, Robin was one of the few who didn’t look down on Eddie. They didn’t talk much - only in passing, really - but she treated him like any other human being. And here, at Family Video, she was being incredibly kind to Steve. Eddie wasn’t sure if she would have treated Eddie the same, and now he desperately wanted to know. 

Here’s the thing about Eddie - once he had a thought, it ached in him until he acted on it. It got him into plenty of trouble, but otherwise he just felt…itchy. 

“Nah, you’re good,” he responded. I have to know. “Hey, so you know Eddie Munson?”

“Uhhh, yeah.” She was keeping up with his rapid switching of conversation topics with ease. “Why do you ask?”

“Just, uh. Just curious. Dustin talks about him all the time, you know.” She nodded in agreement. Eddie continued - he couldn’t seem to stop. “What do you think of the guy?” Robin was still unfazed by this line of questioning, somehow. Eddie felt a desperate urge to keep pressing until he felt resistance. The ache was insatiable.

“I think he’s - I guess I don’t really have an opinion?” 

This shocked Eddie more than anything she’d said so far, including the torture thing somehow. 

“You don’t have an opinion on him?” 

“Yeah,” she confirmed with a shrug. “Like, he’s just a guy. We go to school together. I don’t really know him.” 

Just a guy?! Eddie was offended for some reason. He’d never been referred to as just a guy before. 

“You’re not, like, scared of him or - you don’t think he’s stupid, or a freak, or a druggie, or, like, a future serial killer? You don’t think he’s insane or brainwashing the youth into some kind of satanist cult? None of that?” Those were the kind of descriptors he’d heard his whole six years (and counting!) at Hawkins High. Just a guy? Fuck no. 

“I never really bought into that,” Robin replied. “But it certainly sounds like you did.” She rolled her eyes. Oh my god, this is the coolest chick I’ve ever met. “Come on, Steve. I thought I knocked that bitchy judgmental shit out of you.” Please be my friend and not Harrington’s, I beg you.

“Old habits die hard,” Eddie responded. She still wasn’t fazed. One more question. “Okay, so like - hypothetically…” Robin huffed out a short laugh and turned to Eddie, waiting. “If we had never become friends, and we were all still in high school, who would you rather have been friends with? Me or Eddie?”

“This is about Dustin, isn’t it? Steve, for the last time, you don’t have to feel jealous or threatened by Eddie.” Wait, wait, wait. Hold the goddamn phone. Harrington is jealous of me??? He grinned, which probably made him look crazy, but he didn’t care. Steve, for whatever reason, was jealous of Eddie, and now he could die happy. “Dustin loves you, okay? You’ve saved his life - like, many times. Just because he has another older-brother figure at school doesn’t mean he forgot about you. I promise. ”

Well, that was a lot of information. He’d deal with it later, making a mental note to confront Steve about the torture and the monsters and the girl with superpowers and saving Dustin’s life the next time they saw each other. First, he had to get back to his initial point.

“Answer the question, Robin. Me or Eddie?” He could feel himself pushing his luck, going from annoying and quirky into rightfully suspicious territory. She groaned and rolled her eyes so hard she looked possessed. 

“You are such a dumbass, Steve. A few years ago? Yeah, it probably would have been Eddie just because you were such a douchebag in Click’s class. But then you and I were brought together by the great powers of the universe, - or, Scoops Ahoy and the Russians, I guess - and I found out you’re actually my platonic soulmate, and I’m here with you, dingus. Not Eddie. Can we move on?”

Before Eddie could even process the irony of her comments (and how giddy her answer made him), the front door opened. The pair turned towards it, ready to handle whatever customers were coming in. 

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He knew the people in front of him, and he had to say - he preferred the strangers. He was just getting a taste of this life, and he didn’t want it to end, yet.

“I honestly didn’t expect you actually to still be here,” Eddie watched himself say in the doorway. 

“Okay, what is going on?” Robin asked. “Why wouldn’t Steve still be here? Am I being pranked or something? Steve, you know I hate -”

“That’s not Steve,” Dustin said, pointing at the man beside Robin. Her face contorted into confusion. 

“What?!”

“You know?” Eddie asked Dustin, who nodded. 

“He figured it out,” Steve added. 

“Smart kid,” Eddie acknowledged. 

“I mean, yeah,” Dustin replied. “But Steve is also a really bad actor.”

“Shocking,” Eddie said. Robin pressed her fingers to her temples. 

“If someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on in the next ten seconds I swear to god I will -”

“Eddie and Steve swapped bodies,” Dustin explained, pointing at the two men. 

There was a solid beat of heavy silence. Nobody knew what to say. Eddie finally settled on -

“Uh, yeah. That is in fact what happened.”

He looked at Robin’s astonished face. She didn’t even bother going through the denial phase of all this - if what she’d been saying was true, she probably had just learned to accept all batshit insanity. Then, Eddie realized that must have been why Steve had been so passive about the whole thing the night before. The bodyswap thing was weird and awful, but it wasn’t, you know, torture by Russians.  

“So that’s why you were asking all those questions,” Robin deduced after a minute. “Wow. Wow, okay. But, like - oh my god.” Her expression twisted into pure fear. “Wait, but I told you -”

“I know,” Eddie said, his hands up in surrender. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m not gonna say anything, I promise.”

“What did she tell you?” Dustin asked, curiously. Eddie looked at Steve, who was also frozen. Eddie had to think fast. 

“About, um. The monsters,” he said while flashing reassuring eyes at Robin. She relaxed ever so slightly. 

“Yeah, sorry,” she said once she started breathing again. “I was telling Steve - I mean, I was telling him about - well, about what we went through over the summer, and I just -”

“That’s okay,” Dustin excused immediately. “Eddie isn’t going to tell anyone, right?”

“Cross my heart,” Eddie said, genuinely. Who the hell was he gonna tell, anyway? He briefly caught eyes with Robin once again, who stared at him tentatively. She was back to fidgeting with her rings, eyes darting from Eddie to Dustin to Steve and back again. “Promise.”

Her eyes found Eddie and stayed fixed on him long enough to accept his words as truth. Then, she nodded.

(next chapter)

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[thekrows-nest]

Just going to elaborate on that ‘Dove refuses to leave the cage’ ask, because I’m coming at it from an atypical angle that’s outside of the yandere trope or a kink scenario, one that I don’t think has been covered before.

I feel like the romantic and sexual elements have been well explored, which makes total sense. Krow is charming and attractive. And Krow is pretty much the go to ‘antagonist’, obviously because uhhh… he’s a yandere with the potential to kidnap you.

But so far nobody has really dug into the socio-political side of the Krowverse, and I feel like that’s a super important part of this world. 

I mean it affects the characters entire lives and the choices they make, the choices that are even available to them. The environment and deprivation shaped Krow profoundly as a person and drives a lot of his current actions. There’s a lot of plot and emotional weight to be had there.

The brutal setting of an alternate America and the hostile world these characters live in even has the potential to be the real antagonist.

So.

I was muddling on a Dove who “chooses” to live in the cage, not for kicks but for survival. 🤔

A Dove who is extremely marginalised and experiencing the same brutal world as Krow, but perhaps in more immediate danger and without his inexhaustible resilience and strength.

A desperate Dove who has exhausted all of their options and has finally gone to Krow for refuge because living with him is safer than it is out there.

And just to be mean…

I am going to say it could work out relatively well, the living arrangement providing each of them with someone to relate to, helping them pool resources to survive poverty and discrimination better together. This assumes Krow was able to become a bit more stable from Dove being there voluntarily + the trust that was built, and he doesn’t snap.

Or it could have a bad outcome. Krow could be too far gone, and use his new power over Dove to become possessive and controlling anyway! Horror ending but winding up in a controlling relationship they don’t have the resources or ability to leave is realistic for a lot of at-risk people.

I’m probably not telling you which ending happens because both are valid. Everyone has to muddle on it and decide how they think it would turn out. Ehehehe.

And yes… this is very much political. It’s a deconstruction of the yandere trope but includes many criticisms of structural inequality in America. A huge part of why Dove fell through the cracks so badly and was at higher risk of violence was due to who and what they are. I also want to take a particular swipe at health insurance and medical debt.

This is such an interesting thought and concept, and one I certainly am enjoying thinking about and musing. I think others would agree.

Yeah originally the cage I conceptualized mostly as horror, but flipping it on its head where Dove willingly goes with Krow is a fascinating idea, and finds security and comfort there instead of entrapment.

#the krow's nest #krow asked and answered #winndy talks #krowspiracy theories

[thegreencanary]

Home is where you are…so let’s get out of here together.

Okay! This is part 2 of my Billy series. Some how this ended up being 3-4 parts. I am working on the last two because i feel like they’re shit. I don’t know how I cranked out so much story but I’m rolling with it. Im not sure if I’m gonna post the last two cuz I can just end the story here. Let me know what y’all want! ❤️

A/N: This is my work and I don’t give anyone the permission to post it anywhere claiming to be someone else’s. I worked hard on this, if you enjoy it please interact. Requests are open.

Part 1 is here

Summary: After Billy comes back to Hawkins he finds the one that got away in an all to familiar situation. He’s healed, but are you ready to be?

TW: Abuse, Cursing, uhhh I think that’s it for this one. The abuse is pretty heavy so don’t say I didn’t warn you. Also MINORS DNI I SEE YOU. STOP IT.

Lots of fluff in this one. Uhhh I think that’s all! Enjoy!!

Y/N

That night went by pretty quickly after Billy left, you talked a bit more with Steve; and he definitely picked up on your old crush. Kicking him out so he could get to his movie you caught yourself daydreaming about Billy. Something you used to do to try and calm yourself after Carol or Jason were especially cruel to you. Robin thought you were crazy because Billy always was on you too, but after Starcourt he just…ignored everyone. You completely understood, all of you were different after each incident; but Billy and Eddie were the only two who died and came back. You shook the bad memories from your thoughts and headed home around 2:00am.

Leaving that late was never something you enjoyed but it came with being a bartender. Despite some slow evenings you could pull around $500 a week and it paid for your apartment and the bills your family threw on you. Unfortunately it didn’t pay for your car all the time. You couldn’t afford the insurance this month so you were stuck walking him. Clutching your apartment keys so they were sticking out of your knuckles you walked out, surprised to find a car in the lot. Originally it scared the shit out of you, but the Benz looked all to familiar. Steve and Billy sat in the car talking when Billy caught sight of you.

B: “Hey! Harrington she’s out come on…”

You giggled but looked confused as the two got out of the car and headed to you.

B: “I was a little tired of driving and Harrington told me what time you close…”

S: “Loverboy didn’t want you going to your car alone.”

You laughed as Billy punched his arm enough to make Steve whimper, but he was looking around for your car.

Y: “…Thanks. I actually really appreciate it. Walking home isn’t ever a fun thing.”

Steve froze and Billy looked a bit more concerned than he originally did.

S: “Dude, since when are you walking? What happened to your car? I would’ve come and gotten you any-“

Y: “It’s fine Steve. I didn’t want to be a burden just had some…issues with it so I opted to walk. I need the exercise anyways.”

B: “Well get in. We’re taking you home.”

You flinched slightly at his tone. He definitely seemed pissed off about something.

The car ride was awkward because Steve was tearing you a new one for not asking for a ride or asking Eddie to look at your car. You insisted it was because you didn’t have time and you knew how inconvenient your hours were.

Y: “…for gods sake Steve you’re already yawning and we haven’t even made it to my apartment complex.”

Steve waved you off. The quiet was a bit unsettling as Billy hadn’t said anything. It looked like he was focusing on his breathing or something.

Billy

*1…2…3…4…5…5…4…3…2…1*

Billy silently counted in his head, a technique he learned in anger management. Every ounce of his being wanted to beat the shit out of Harrington for not noticing you was walking and to scream at you for not saying anything. *That was the old me* he kept reminding himself, he had worked so hard to be better for Max…for himself. California was what he needed but he didn’t realize how damaged he was until he and Max got into a fight and he almost smacked her around like his father hit him. Right there he promised her he would get help, and he did. He spent 2 years in classes and he learned things about himself he never wanted to; but needed to. The hardest part was when someone he cared about was in danger.

B: “You’re upset he’s falling asleep and you were gonna try to walk this far…how far is this? 9 miles?”

He tried to sound as calm as possible but it definitely came out like he was scolding you. He saw your head drop a bit and he sighed to himself

Y: “…it’s only 6 miles…”

Billy lightly smirked and smacked his forehead. He was amazed you could walk at night, you used to be terrified of the dark. He remembered you spending nights With him in the hospital because they never turned all the lights off.

B: “Well I’m going to be here for a few days so I’ll look at your car and I can pick you up and drop you off while I’m here… and I won’t take no for an answer Y/L/N.”

Billy turned to smile at you but it faltered when he saw the pained expression on your face. You shook her head and glanced at Steve and he got the message. You didn’t want to talk about it in-front of him. Billy nodded softly and placed a gentle hand on your knee.

B: “When do you work next hun?”

Steve laughed softly and Billy punched him again. The blondes smile came back as he saw the blush paint your cheeks.

Y: “I work tomorrow at 4:30…”

B: “I’ll see you at your place at 3:00 so I can look at your car.”

He felt you go rigid under his hand but he gently squeezed your leg and sat back down. Steve tried to say something but Billy shot him the Hargrove glare and Harrington kept his mouth shut.

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True to his word, Billy showed up at 3:00. He went to knock on your door when he heard shouting from the other side. Quickly he turned the corner to hide from the person coming out of the apartment. Billy first assumed it was a boyfriend on the other side but when he came out it looked more like your father. He slammed the door shut and it made him flash back to Neil shouting at him. Quickly Billy went to the door and knocked. Her heard you sniffling and you answered the door, back to him. You were on the phone.

Y: “Thanks Lexi. I owe you, just the next few shift and I’ll be back in tip top shape. Promise.”

Billy assumed you were getting your shifts covered but he didn’t know why. Once you turned to him, he got it. Your black eye would have caused a lot of problems at work.

Y: “…before you say anythin—“

Billy didn’t think much. He wrapped you in a tight hug and gently stroked your hair. Nothing was spoken between the two of you but Billy felt you relax into him. A wet spot appeared on his white tank top and Billy realized you were crying.

B:”…Sweetheart, are you alright?”

It took Billy a bit to speak because he had to keep himself from following your dad out and beating the living shit out of him for putting his hands on your. This, your hug, felt much more important, and he knew you’d be pissed if you beat her dad up. Slowly you pulled away from him, and it felt like the hole in his chest got bigger. He didn’t even realize you filled it in that moment.

Y: “…I’m okay, but you don’t have to look at my car. I won’t be working until next week so you can spend your time back saying hi to your friends and stuff.”

Billy sighed and pulled away from you completely. He disappeared into your room.

Y/N

“…Billy!! What are you doing?? That’s my stuff!!”

Billy Hargrove was in your room, after your dad had just come in and smacked the shit out of you for being late on their electric bill. Everything was still a blur while you watched him pack your clothes in a bag. He grabbed a skimpy dress you hadn’t worn since high school and two bras. You couldn’t help but start laughing at his choices. Gently you approached him, you could tell he was angry.

Y: “…Billy are you sending me to a strip club? What are you packing me for?”

You smiled as he realized what he’d packed and a blush hit his ears.

B: “you’re staying with me and Harrington for a bit. Just until you’re better and you can tell someone in the group what’s going on.”

You shrunk into yourself. It was nice he wasn’t totally pushing you to talk about it but it was clear he wanted you to. Sighing you started grabbing actual clothes and packing those. Satisfied it seemed, Billy stood in the doorway and watched you pack. His laugh caused you to look up at him.

B: “A night light. I knew you were still scared of the dark.”

You blushed and threw a sweater at him, but yeah you grabbed two and packed them.

B: “So is something actually wrong with your car too? Because I can fix it. I told you I own my own shop out in California, I kinnnnnda know what I’m doing Babe.”

The pet names were coming on strong and it was hard for you to maintain your composure. You grabbed the dress he did earlier and packed it. Who knows, maybe Steve will throw a party while you’re over.

Y: “I bet you’re a big deal Billy, but you don’t have to worry about it. I’m sure I can fix it later.”

Throwing your bag at him you walked past him and grabbed your apartment keys. He wasn’t gonna let the car thing go, but for now you were happy he didn’t say anything.

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Steve really should run an orphanage or home for misfits. Since his parents decided to ‘backpack through Africa’ or some weird rich people shit, he’d been the go to place to crash. He didn’t care because he loved the company and his parents left the credit cards. He knew about your family because when you showed up with a bruise he just hugged you, took your bag from Billy and set you up in his parents room. Billy took his room which was across the hall and Steve was booted to the guest room. Billy fought him about it for 10 minutes while you took a shower and dressed in a giant sweatshirt and leggings to get comfortable. Grumbling something Steve gave his room up by the time you walked out to meet them.

S: “hey are you okay with us still doing a movie night tonight Y/N? We can always push it to another night.”

Steve loved having the crew over for movie nights on Fridays. You smiled and shook your head.

Y: “let’s Keep it. I’m sure everyone will be happy to see Billy, and I haven’t seen dusty boy or Will in a few months.”

Lucas didn’t live to far from you so when you could drive your car legally you offered to drive him to school, same with Mike. Hopper always took El, but she made a point to try to come to your apartment to check on you. That girl was always protective of you.

Billy winked at you, he was proud of you for going through with it. He didn’t know that everyone else knew about your situation, so it wasn’t really that brave of you.

Night time rolled around and you settled into the couch after greeting everyone. Nancy gave you and extra king hug and Robin made some sarcastic comments that made you feel better. Eddie gave you a new Iron Maiden tape which definitely lifted your spirits, but everyone was focused on Billy. Happy to see he was doing well and asking all about California. Lucas wanted to ask about Max only and Dustin kept trying to shut him up. Eventually you all settled in and Billy was squished up next to you as Lucas and dustin crowded in on him. Will sat at your feet next to Steve and El sat with Mike. Nancy, Robin, Eddie and Jonathan spread out and made comfortable piles elsewhere.

Eddie picked the movie, Stephen king’s ‘Pet Semetary.’ You rolled your eyes, not only did you hate horror movies, you were almost sitting on Billy’s lap and hoping the movie would distract you. He wrapped one arm around you when you groaned at the title.

B: “I got you babe. Don’t be scared.”

You could tell he was teasing…right? He wore his signature smirk and his crystal blue eyes pierced yours.

Y: “…shut it Hargrove.”

He chuckled but his arm didn’t move.

Billy

He couldn’t focus on the movie. You were so close to him. Billy was happy to see that everyone knew how to take care of you, how to make you forget about your shitty family. He wished he had been that way when he was going through it. Something scary happened in the movie and you jumped, moving closer to him. Careful not to tease you away, he leaned into a bit. Wether or not you did it subconsciously or on purpose, the tilting of your head onto his shoulder almost sent him over the edge. His free hand gently combed though your hair and he noticed how you started to doze off. Looking around at the end of the movie, so did everyone else. Billy chuckled softly; only this crew of people could fall asleep during a horror movie. They’d all seen enough horror in real life.

Lifting you gently, Billy started carrying you to your room. He felt you shift and hold onto him more and on God he wanted to carry you away to California right there. He laid you down on the bed and took a moment to admire you, just beautiful you. He glanced at your bag and scoffed to himself. Grabbing the nightlight he plugged it in for you.

Y: “…Billy?”

He froze and turned toward you. Afraid you’d be mad that he went through your stuff.

Y:”…could you st—could you keep the hall light on? Thank you for bringing me up here.”

He could have sworn you were going to ask him to stay. God he wished you asked him to stay.

B: “sure thing sweetheart.”

Y: “why do you call me that?”

*Because you’re my sweetheart. Because you deserve to be showered in compliments. Not the shit I was calling you before.* He wanted to tell you the truth, that he’d been pining after you for years. Today seemed rough for you and he…he didn’t think he could handle if you rejected him.

B: “because you have a sweet heart…idiot.”

Your chuckle made him smile and he approached you. Billy knelt down so you two were eye to eye, and he gently moved the hair way from your bruised eye.

B: “how long?”

Y: “About a year and a half. I moved out to get away, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.”

Billy got comfortable on the floor and smiled.

B: “I’ve got all the time In the world baby, and I know you’re too scared to go to sleep.”

Your gently hand lightly shoving him proved his point, but his heart leapt as you sat up and motioned for him to join you on the bed.

Y/N

Y: “don’t get any ideas bucko. I just don’t want you looking up at me like a lost puppy.”

Billy laughed but joined you, but instead of sitting across from you, he sat next to you. Honestly you had no idea why you wanted him so close but he was just so damn…comforting.

B: “here, now you don’t have to look at me. I know…I know how hard it is.”

The relief you felt was visible and you leaned into Billy, wrapping one arm around his waist. You could hear his heart racing and he knew you could. The both of you blushed but he listened as you explained.

Y: “After Vecna, you and Eddie dying but coming back, I had some hard times. My grades were slipping and I couldn’t focus on anything. I was so scared of so much and my parents just kept getting frustrated that their perfect daughter was slipping. Then Jason Carver’s family fired my father and he blamed it all on me, because I rejected Jason at the town fair. My dad turned to alcohol and the rest was history. He forced me to sign for some of their bills so when I moved out I still pay for their things. He got mad at me today because I was late on the light bill…I can’t even cover my own car insurance.”

B: “so your car is fine, you just can’t afford to drive it.”

You nodded and grabbed a pillow hiding your embarrassed face. Tears threatened at your eyes as you heard a soft, non judgmental chuckle and you felt lips on your forehead. He kissed your forehead. You pulled the pillow down a bit and he smiled at you.

B: “hey beautiful.”

Y: “…you talking to a mirror?”

You giggled as he tried to lightly tickle your sides, making you feel a bit better.

B: “Why haven’t you told anyone? I’m sure Steve would have his parents pay for your insurance, or at least help you out. Shit I can even do it from Cal—“

Y: “you shut your mouth Billy. I want to do it on my own. I want to get out of here and I want to live knowing I don’t need help. I want to prove to them I can do it.”

You had put your finger on Billy’s mouth to quiet him and now realized that was a bit awkward. You tried to move it away but he grabbed it and kissed your hand. Cue the HUGE blush.

B: “there is nothing wrong with asking for help babe, but I understand. Just know you don’t have to do it alone.”

You were damn near shaking. How was this the same Billy Hargrove?? The one who pushed a kid in a locker and threw someone lunch on a crying freshman??

Y: “California really did you some good huh…”

Billy smirked and leaned in a bit, his hand still holding yours.

B: “definitely made me realize somethings I should have seen a while ago.”

Your foreheads were almost touching. He moved a hand to your non bruised cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb. You tried to ask what he meant but it just came out as a “mmm?” He chuckled at that but continued.

B: “I finally realized that I was an ass to keep people at bay, so they didn’t have to suffer me and my problems. The people I cared about most I was the most cruel to, because I didn’t understand why I cared so much. Because I didn’t know what love was. I didn’t know I loved you, Y/N but now I know I still do.”

His lips gently touched yours as a tidal wave of emotion swept you both up. Tears fell as you desperately held on to him during the kiss; like he was going to float away in the emotion. He chuckled at your desperation and held you close. Pulling away you didn’t want to risk going too far…you were still…untouched. God knows he wasn’t so you decided to save that for another time. Before you could speak he finished his confession.

B: “I know you probably don’t know how to love yet, and I’m okay with that. You don’t need to tell me you’re in love with me if you don’t know what it means. I just wanted you to know, I’ve loved you for years.”

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Okay! That’s the end of part two! I’m gonna try to make it one final part after this but there might be two. We shall see. Feed back is always appreciated!

Part 1 // Part 3 (Final)

#billy could have been saved #billy hargrove x female reader #billy x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x you #billy x y/n #billy x you #ooc Billy Hargrove #nice Billy

[owmylasagna-blog]

Hi! Edd AND Eddy 5, 12, 14, 25 :3

Thanks!! Sorry I wrote up an entire long answer and then uuuhhh my phone died 🤡 so let’s do this again!

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Not necessarily the songs of all time but recently it’s been

Edd:

Eddy:

And hell why not shipping music:

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Quickly, let me preface this section with the fact that I myself am white.

From the jump I’ve always thought Edd was not white, or mixed race, and had parents that were either first or second gen immigrants. And that it’s not very apparent in canon because his family assimilated really hard. I always felt this helped to explain a bit of his cultural sensitivities while at the same time adding some more depth to the intergenerational dynamics. Previously I’d imagined him as Filipino/white and more recently I’ve written him as mestizo/korean/white. I like seeing lots of other takes on this in the fandom throughout the years, like somewhat recently eddbedandeddy’s post that he could be MENA like his VA or gettingfrilly mentioning they see him as racially ambiguous. Recently the phrase “ancestral fruitcake” has been incessantly plaguing my mind (‘Tis the season/ is or is this not a hilarious stand in for the f-word slur please discuss among yourselves people) but that to me indicates that at least one line of his family is hwite.

Keeping on theme, I really cannot resist coding Eddy’s family as stereotypically dysfunctional Italian American (and let me elaborate on my opening statement by stating this identity IS my circus my monkeys 🙈). Memelzebub described his parents as Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman in the movie Matilda and I agree hard on that!

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Okay I looooove playing dress up with these guys so let’s get into it. I envision these more as they get into their teens and older.

Edd: a bit of grandpa (chunky thrifted sweaters), casual 90’s/00’s streetwear (long sleeve quarter zips, sneakers), specialized outdoorsy gear (like 100 pocket cargo pants, swishy pull over rain jackets) and he’s always kinda cold (puffer vests, layers, etc) uhhh and he still wears outrageously colored and patterned socks. I like to imagine he’d expand his hat selection. He prefers to dress practically and comfortably.

Eddy: SO MUCH STYLE POTENTIAL. He likes fashion so I could see him playing up lots of styles and having lots of phases through his teens and into adulthood. Other than 70s inspired fashion, I’d be lying if I didn’t shout out butch lesbians as a fashion inspiration. In high school I often imagine him wearing more casual 00’s clothing - baggy jeans and long jorts and skater sneakers and polos and bowler shirts. And then as he gets older he leans into more “slutty 70s” men’s fashion. I think for loungewear he has a huge selection of dramatic robes and kaftans like some old Hollywood diva.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

Edd: idk this is classic but I had a crush on him as a kid. What can I say. Now I don’t have a crush on him but find him incredibly interesting and complex and fun to think about (: I think I always liked that he was a big nerd with sort of odd interests because I related to it. Now I relate most to his unmedicated anxiety 🙃

Eddy: also classic response, I found him grating and annoying during the original air time. But I didn’t flat out hate him or anything. I found his voice interesting and he was funny! Now I love love love Eddy. I only watched BPS in like 2013 and man did that really shift things for me in terms of being emotionally invested in this pink cube. What a guy!

#yap yap dribble dribble

[bonefall]

Thoughts on the warrior cats ultimate guide? I love that book, I'd read it to my little brother a lot for fun and we would look at the cute cat pictures. It is canon for Rock to tell stories to dead kits... interesting?

I'm very favorable to most of the field guides, with Code of the Clans being my favorite. It's been my favorite since I was young, honestly, it was a very formative book for me growing up.

The Ultimate Guide actually came out during the time I wasn't reading Warrior Cats, after OotS made me ragequit as a kid by 'killing' off Hollyleaf and replacing her with Dovepaw (I love dove now though I got better).

I've never had the desire to pick it up though, it just sort of seems like retellings of stuff we already knew, mostly inspired by Cats of the Clans instead of the other field guides... which...

If you're thinking of the framing device of Rock and the kits, you're probably thinking of Cats of the Clans! I wish I had nicer things to say about it, Anon, because... I'm so sorry, I think it's by far the worst field guide in terms of original content.

I love that framing device where Rock is telling stories to kittens (and I plan to keep it for my rewrite in a very "I HATE CHILDREN HOW DO I MAKE YOU ALL LEAVE ME ALONE" way), but this book also did these other things,

"ThunderClan is the best and most noble Clan of all and they never attack unjustified and they love the warrior code more than you but hey I don't take sides."

"Also ShadowClan is literally evil. Be quiet Blossomkit this is only your first microaggression. This is not taking a side btw"

"The Tribe has such stupid names and they're so useless, anyway I'm a neutral observer"

"StarClan didn't mean for Cinderpelt to get hurt :( and she proved herself worthy of a second life by uhhh not letting her brother's children get eaten"

Rock ships Bramblesquirrel "He's the only one who can match her fire not contain it" cringe post from hairless rat

"Ashfur only ever tried to protect Squilf and was very loyal when he tried to kill his ex's three children. I'm still a neutral observer btw and not a writer self-insert."

I've actually like, always hated this one particular line in Brightheart's segment where Rock says that kits "shriek" when they see her face. Like... what the actual fuck. No, if a major member of your community has a big scar, in a society where big scars HAPPEN A LOT, it's normal to that child.

This entire part is like "Brightheart's life sucks so bad because shes so ugly, and people scream and wail and piss when she walks by, and she can't look at her face in the water without wanting to cry. Cloudtail understands though because his mom eats friskies. This is comparable."

Formative experience little Bones sitting there reading this like, "Brightheart's beautiful and super super cool. this is fucked up"

Aaaaaand lastly this is THE book where we get the Nightcloud Slander.

"Nightcloud should stop being such a bitch because she's the only one of Crowfeather's mates lucky enough to live with him"

"And also she's jealous and arrogant for... reasons"

"And she's overprotective of Breezepelt for Reasons"

Remember kits; if you're a male warrior, you're Protective and Ambitious. If you're a female warrior, you're Jealous and Arrogant.

Also Heatherpaw was selfish for meeting Lionpaw in the tunnels somehow because????? Rock Is A Neutral Observer, Remember

In a nutshell, this book makes Rock suck and was basically full of the rancid takes you see in a bad website article. It's got everything you hate to see in WC.

In any case though, god, you can't knock the old Wayne art. It's always an absolute delight.

#Warrior Cats Analysis #Cats of the Clans

[mci-writing]

Ghosty Ghostly Hauntings (Ghost!Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, like full on sex smut; ghost!Midoriya x human!reader; heavily implied no quirk AU; uhhh Midoriya is dead? But like, there’s no explicit mention of how he died or any violence; Dom!Deku; they don’t know each other that well when they have sex; only partially proof read tbh

The quiet of your new room has your head pounding, thoughts of the past few hours keeping you wide awake. You’ve twisted and turned under the warmth of your comforter almost thousands of times, taking a moment to lay on each of your sides before deciding that those weren’t enough to keep you comfortable. Eventually, you fall back to the center of your bed with an exasperated sigh, “This isn’t working…”

Your wandering mind makes it pretty obvious why you can’t sleep, your senses heightened to a thousand and making you feel every single thing. You feel every thread and every bit of fuzz on your comforter. Your nose inhales every particle in the air, varying smells mixing with the few small portions of dust still lingering from moving in . The rays from the moon feel brighter than normal against your skin and the natural chill of the house contrasts the light in an uncomfortable way that you’re unable to ignore. Whether or not it’s the origin of your discomfort is beyond you, but it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s part of the reason why you can’t sleep. It could also be because you’re living in a new place, a big and old family home that had been abandoned for a couple years before you had initially bought and moved in.

It was already getting harder to make rent at your old apartment with the pay you had received from your job, but it became incredibly more difficult after being let off from said job. In time, you left and bounced from apartment to apartment before finally finding and settling with your new place that cost practically nothing.

Okay, practically nothing is a bit of a slight exaggeration. I mean, I’d say buying a jiko bukken (stigmatized property) for practically nothing at all is pretty fair when the tenant before you died in an unknown way and the house had become known for the supernatural happenings around it. Practically free house at the cost of a plausible, HEAVILY plausible roommate sounds pretty fair. Pretty, preeeeeetty fair, in my opinion.

You learned a few things about the house from the house’s seller, who was the original tenant’s childhood friend. His name was Bakugou Katsuki and he was… very rough around the edges. Kind of a bit of a prick, and you couldn’t tell if it was from his potential mourning or if he was just an asshole. You really wouldn’t be surprised if he was just an asshole, though…

The guy who owned the place before you was Midoriya Izuku, who inherited the home from his late mother. He was a “major fucking nerd”, quoting Bakugou, and had a lot of comic book memorabilia stored away in a corner of the home’s basement (more specifically of the hero All Might). A lot of the information you had received was conflicting, mostly through Bakugou’s colorful use of adjectives, but it was enough to paint the picture of a relatively good guy that seemed a little lonely in his final years. The loneliness idea is more of an assumption, seeing as how the few things still set up in the house belonged only to Midoriya and Bakugou never really brought up anyone else when you asked about people living there before you.

Speaking of Bakugou, the house was initially left in his hands, but he damn sure didn’t want it. Asking him why he didn’t want it and why he was practically giving it away is a bit of a sensitive subject. He explained that he didn’t want to keep the place due to all the memories associated and it would’ve been easier to just give the place away (and “Not because I’m fucking afraid of any damn ghosts!”). His words are a little more than jarring after hearing him refer to Midoriya as “Deku” when he doesn’t catch himself and the look his ruby eyes held anytime the two of you came across any of the guy’s old stuff only tell a story you’re probably not going to be told too soon.

Thinking about it all only made your head swirl in muddled ignorance, so you tried to avoid doing that. It managed to get you through most of the day while you focused on putting away your things after Bakugou had finally left.

Or, you did stop thinking about it until you actually ran into the tenant that lived there before you while you were trying to familiarize yourself with your new place…

You were initially a little bewildered to see the face of someone that you’ve been told is supposed to be dead floating past you in a seemingly supernatural glow. He didn’t notice you at first, seemingly muttering to himself as he floated from door to door and room to room, so you decided to ignore that and distracted yourself further into setting up your things. You acknowledged the confirmation of your actual, dead roommate and just kept on trucking.

The next time you came across him had you a little more curious, especially since you were mostly done with unpacking. He’s once again muttering to himself as he floats about the golden beige colored halls, not minding his surroundings. He never bothered to look where he was going, seemingly knowing where he was at all times. There was also this slight chill that would fill the room each time he was near, which only alerted you to his presence more.

“H-Hey,” The first time you called out to him had surprised you, not expecting the words to spill from between your lips. He doesn’t seem to hear you, though. You take in a deep breath, pushing the air out through your nose before you speak up louder than the first, “Hey, you!”

He pipes up at the call, freezing in place from how startled it made him. He slowly turns around to face you, seemingly shivering from head to floating toe, “Y-You…,” Your (e/c) eyes meet frazzled, emerald orbs, “Y-You’re… You’re a…,” He was only stuck for a moment, his cheeks growing a bright tone as he stood there, before he eventually jumped in acknowledged surprise that you were actually there and that he definitely wasn’t imagining you. He faded in and out before you in his ghostly glow, a shade of emerald green matching his eyes and a bright red filling the lost color of his face. It was almost like a mixed up glow stick that was losing its glowy liquidy stuff, “Human!”

It was almost like looking at a slightly altered alarm, flashing in a way that made you cover your eyes and flinch away. It takes it a moment to really dim down, but that doesn’t stop the frantic mutterings he made. His voice wasn’t severely altered like many movies make it out to be. There were no high pitched squeals or low groans many would expect a ghost to make like they do in the movies, but it was all jumbling together as he had tried to process the new information, which only made you suspect that maybe he didn’t initially know that he would be accompanied by a new housemate.

“Midoriya,” You attempted to call in hopes of plausibly grounding him into the situation, but the sound only flew over his head as the intensity of his rambling continued. You tried again a little louder, your hand now lowered, since the blinding light had faded, and stepped closer to the specter, “Midoriya! Midoriya Izuku!”

“Does that mean that Kacchan-,” Without much thought, you reached out and touched his shoulders, managing to feel something when your fingers didn’t phase through his form. You pulled him close to you, unintentionally getting lost in the light in his green eyes. They held more life than you’d expected them to, swirling with different shades of jade-filled emotion. They widened at the motion, obviously caught off-guard by it, but he didn’t pull away.

The close proximity doesn’t go unnoticed, but you found it hard to pull away, even if the apparition had quieted his mumbling out of surprise of the situation at the time. His cheeks had lit up once again, though in a warmer and more welcoming fashion as opposed to the earlier lightshow. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing almost as if he were still alive, and he was a little more than speechless with how things were playing out. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, causing your eyes to flit down to his lips, a scene from a series you had recently read prior to the move came to your mind. The protagonist had more than happily kissed the ghost living in his new apartment purely out of curiosity (and because he’d also read about it in a manga series) and you’d suddenly had the urge to find out what the lips of a ghost would feel like.

When your eyes flit back up to his, they’re seemingly just as entranced with the whole thing. They glowed in confused anticipation, which only urged you to make your next move of taking a closer step and closing the small distance between the two of you. He tensed up against you, a strange warmth growing against the cold of his form as he began to process the unexpected action you’d enacted. If you were a mind reader, all the jumbled thoughts that seared through his mind would cause you psychic damage.

Just as you were about to pull away, he reciprocated the kiss, moving his lips against yours. They’re cold, as you would expect them to be, yet the softness of them held such an unexpected warmth that the cold seemed to disappear as soon as it came. It’s a little inexperienced for both of you, especially because you’d never kissed a ghost before this and he’d never kissed a human as a ghost prior to this either, but it left you feeling a little dizzy.

“Sorry, but I had to stop your rambling somehow,” You tease after you gain your bearings, a small smile playing along your lips as you take a small step away from him, “Nice to meet you, Midoriya. I’m the new owner of your home, (L/n) (Y/n). Please take care of me.”

After that encounter, you got to know him throughout the day. You learned more about his small obsession with comic book heroes and super powers, how he’d initially been living in the house by himself before his death, and his relationship with Bakugou, who he called Kacchan with the excitement of someone looking up to their idol. You explained your interests to him, explained why you’d decided to purchase a house with the knowledge of a plausible ghost, and apologized for the surprise kiss you’d laid on him. He’d been a bigger help in settling you in and you were even more comfortable with your new living situation by the time you’d decided to take a shower that night.

The afterimage of your otherworldly roommate glowing like a firecracker spontaneously pops into your brain like popcorn kernels, the kiss itself replaying over and over like a never ending movie. You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you, which you hadn’t felt when the kiss had originally happened. It’s like the secondhand embarrassment you’d feel for anyone else, except a little more personal and a lot less vicarious.

Your hands move on their own as they lift your pillow out from under you and shove the plush material against your face. It’s not enough to suffocate you, but it’s enough to shield yourself from the circumstances for a moment. At least now you can say there’s more to your insomnia tonight than the exciting buzzing of your nerves from being in a new place.

You roll over onto your stomach, sighing as you lift your face from the pillow, “I’m not getting anywhere like this…”

You sit up and decide that maybe a small walk and glass of water will calm your nerves enough to send you to sleep, but then you see it… One of the few things you hadn’t unpacked, a box with some special things inside.

You weigh your options in your head, tilting it as you think about your options. You could just rummage through the box, pick out one of your self-gratifying devices, and go to town long enough to wear yourself out, but there was the plausibility of having your new ghost roomie see all your goods on display while you pleasured yourself. Technically, Midoriya has very well had the plausibility of seeing such your naked body a few times today, but he didn’t necessarily seem like the type to peak, so you’ve assumed, but there was also the slim chance that he could very well be a peeping tom and has just been really cool about it.

After the initial kiss between the two of you, he seemed to calm down… Okay, maybe not immediately after, since he was very frazzled once the debacle was over. If someone could die twice, he definitely would’ve been deader.

Once the shock and flustered rambling brushed over, he was more open to speak with you and properly introduce himself. His cheeks had still held a red tint to them, but now they weren’t completely covering the honeydew in his cheeks or the small confidence beyond his jade eyes. His face was sun-kissed and covered in varying freckles, but you had been unable to tell how far down they’d go. You found him relatively cute for a dead guy, and he was gentlemanly enough to float from your room after you’d walked in when your shower was over wearing nothing but a towel for decency.

Even if Midoriya did happen to see, you were in the privacy of your own room and you doubted he’d be brave enough to actually help you let alone make his presence known. With that final bit of self-reassurance, you pulled out a toy, like countless other lonely nights.

You lay back and get comfortable, closing your eyes as your handles fondle at your own breasts. You sigh through your nose, giving them an encouraging squeeze before lifting your thumbs to flick your nipples. They erect with time, giving your fingers something else to focus your attention on.

The touching alone isn’t enough. Your eyebrows scrunch as you try to focus on something, the incident from earlier being the first thing to come to mind.

You allow it to play out as it originally had, the image of the innocent kiss seemingly staring back at you in your brain. This kiss, however, is less awkward and holds more to it. Midoriya’s scared hands find their places against you, one cupping your cheek and pulling you forward to deepen the kiss while the other finds its way to your waist. He presses your body flush against his, the kiss growing a little wetter and a little sloppier.

Your hand eases down to rub at your clit, the area starting to dampen. It’s not enough. You let your boob go, reaching into your sex box and rummaging around it for whatever shape interests you. Just as you grab hold of the toy, a familiar cool sensation comes over the room.

“(L/n)?,” You quickly sit up, covering yourself with the blanket, and find Midoriya floating in your doorway. There’s a concerned look on his face as he drifts in more, his head tilted by the time he stands beside your bed, “Why are you still awake? It’s getting pretty late, isn’t it?”

Your grip on your blanket tightens, your eyes trailing to glance at your window as you think about how to explain yourself. Technically, you were just suffering from some small insomnia, but you were just about to exhaust yourself by masturbating. The worst case scenario seemed like it was playing out before you and you were starting to really regret your decision.

Midoriya takes note of your silence, only growing more confused when a flushed hue comes to your face as the silence thickens between the two of you. He looks you over, taking notice of how the straps of your tank top were hanging loosely off of your shoulders. Your appearance made it obvious you had been tossing and turning, your (e/c) eyes holding both an exhausted look while being wide awake. He nods to himself, touching your shoulder to regain your attention as he speaks, “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“Y-Yeah…!” His cold hand makes you straighten, cooling your warmth skin and seemingly drawing you in. You stop yourself from pressing into his touch, growing even more embarrassed, “I-I was just going to… tire myself out a little…”

Your phrasing leaves Midoriya a little confused. He thinks over what you mean very hard, his facial expressions only making you want to bury yourself, until his eyes widen in realization for a moment. The realization turns into a look of dumbfoundedness, then followed by a bright blush filling the color of his face. Had he still been alive, you’re positive his hand on your shoulder would have burned instead of being as chilling as it was now.

“I’m so sorry!,” He falls to his knees beside you, bowing over and over as he continues to profusely apologize, “I didn’t realize you were- I-I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay! I swear I didn’t see anything and I just wanted to see if you needed anything, I promise-”

His rambling would be an adorably funny mess had this been any other situation, but it’s only making you feel a little bad for admitting he was kind of interrupting your personal time. You take in a deep breath, calming a bit of your earlier mortification. Your hand releases your blanket as you turn to face him better, resting a hand on his shoulder and running another through his curls to ease him back down. His emerald orbs meet your (e/c) ones, his face now a flushed red as his murmurings die down, “It’s alright, Midoriya. You had no idea what was going on. I’m not mad…”

“Ah-,”

“Just a little embarrassed,” You admit with a small smile, pulling away from him and leaning your side against your headboard.

You contemplate another solution to plausibly tiring yourself out, thinking back to your original plan of maybe walking down to the kitchen and making yourself a glass of water or something. The trip could help you calm your mind a little…

“I… Um… I could help tire you out…,” Midoriya speaks up, a little quiet but loud enough for the words to linger in the air. He freezes up when he has your full attention again, fearing that his eyes will linger down to the dip in your shirt and give him a full eye of cleavage once more. He decides to avert his eyes as he explains, growing hot under the attentiveness he was receiving, “I-I mean, I did say I would t-take care of you e-earlier a-and it is my fault you didn’t get to finish… It’s only fair I make it up to you, right? And take responsibility.”

His voice grows confident the more he speaks, determined and shameless by the end of it. He’s soon standing over you, a look in his eyes you're unfamiliar with from him. It makes you shiver, especially when his eyes look you over and undress you. They begin to glow a little, shining even brighter in the darkness, and you feel a little more self-conscious.

“R-Responsibility?” Your voice cracks a little when you finally manage to say anything, which he finds amusing. He nods, but he doesn’t make a move forward, very much waiting for your consent to anything before he does anything.

You did find him attractive, in a ghost roommate you just met kind of way, so you weren’t exactly opposed. You were also still slicked up, even after he had just walked in on you trying to touch yourself.

“T-Then, it is only fair, right?” He presses his lips against yours again, leading you to lay back against your bed. One of his hands lifts your thigh as he gets between them, caressing the skin with light touches. His other hand immediately moves to fondle your breast, giving the flesh a soft squeeze as he pulls away from the kiss.

He takes a moment to really take your appearance in, noting the way your breath becomes uneven and your skin flushes under his caresses, knowing that there’s no guarantee he’ll see this sight at his own hands again. Your nipples proudly strain against your top and he can feel the warmth radiating from your pussylips through your panties.

He phases his hand through your tank top, giving your tit another, testing squeeze. He enjoys the way it makes you shiver, lightly tugging on the mound a few times to draw more heavy breaths from you. He lets it go, not missing the disappointed look that flashes through your eyes when he does, before thumbing and circling at your erect nipples. His naturally cold fingers enhance the feeling, making your already sensitive body feel him playing with you more. He flicks and nudges, observing the small twitches and changes in your face.

His knee nudges against your clothes lower lips, grinding into the mound as he continues to tease at your nipple. You close your eyes, softly mewling from his ministrations, only to open them when his lips wrap around your other nipple. His tongue darts at the bud a few times, rolling it around before he lightly tugs it between his teeth. At the same time, his index finger and thumb have started tugging at the other one, neither being tugged and prodded at the same time.

“M-Midoriya,” You softly call, your hips pressing down against his leg and meeting the grinding he’s giving. It’s not enough to satiate the need, but it’s better than nothing at all. Your fingers reach up to run through his green curls again, raking and lightly tugging with each tug he makes to your nipples.

He smiles against the bud as you start to make more little moans, pulling away at the sound of his name. When you stare up at him, there’s a slight daze to them as they plead for him to do more. He moves his knee, his free hand moving to rub your folds through your panties. He makes an amused sound as he feels you drip past the fabric. He leans forward again, pressing stray, cold kisses along the warm skin of your neck.

“Call me Izuku, (Y/n),” He mumbles once he reaches your ear, the cold air making you shiver more. The sudden shift from earlier is almost unfair to you, but you're unable to complain when he’s already making you feel good. His fingers ghost over your clit a few times, “Come on, just try it, please?”

“Izuku…,” His first name rolls off of your tongue in a small whine. His hand moves away from your breast, lifting your other thigh and caging his body between them. His other hand phases through your panties, his cool fingers pressing directly against your clit before gathering your arousal and rubbing it against your slit, “Ah, Izuku!~”

The noise you make startles you, but you’re unable to dwell on it as he continues to rub your arousal against your swollen clit, starting out rather slow before slowly speeding his finger up over time. His eyes keep note of your face, keeping eye contact with you as he edges you closer and closer to the edge. Each soft inhale or noise guides his fingers and their movement, ensuring to run them along the small slit of your clit to hear your voice raise in height. His hand does ease back to your nipple, fingers teasing at the bud and drawing more cries from you.

“You’re close, right?” He mumbles once you begin approaching your high, prompting you to only nod in fear you wouldn’t be able to voice your response. A small smile graces his features at the confirmation, his head leaning down to press a reassuring peck to your lips before burying his face in your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel the high begin to rush over you, your back arching and your lower body presses and grinds more into his hand in an attempt to reach it faster. You hold your breath, the coils coming undone when his low words make their way to your ears, “Cum, then.”

As you come down from your high, he grabs your thighs as he eases between your legs, emerald eyes honed in and focused on the area. You feel your cheeks warm from the attention once you realize and you fight the urge to close your legs. You avert your eyes as another gush of arousal fills your lower abdomen from the contrasting temperature of his cold hands grasping your warm skin. You feel your arousal pool and drip past your panties, all of it on display for Izuku.

A firm squeeze brings your attention back to in front of you, determined eyes staring back at you. He presses your legs to lay against your body, keeping eye contact as he eases lower down. He presses a small kiss to your thigh, leaning forward and darting his tongue out to lick against your clothed lower lips. The feeling is foreign, but not unwelcomed as your hips buck into his touch from the sensitivity of having already orgasmed. His tongue runs over your clothed lower lips again and again, urging embarrassed whines from your lips as he spreads and smears your arousal against your twitching pussylips. You give a small cry of his name once he starts prodding at your clit.

When he pulls away, his chin is glowing brightly and dripping from the arousal and his saliva. His eyes begin to glow like earlier, emerald eyes glazed over as he looks your folds over. Your panties stick and trace your lower lips, showing him each twitch and pulse they make. His eyes slowly trace over your body before he meets your (e/c) eyes again, his hands giving your thighs another squeeze to ground you back down. He quietly states, “I won’t be able to restrain myself from fucking you if you don’t stop me now…”

He sits up, a noticeable bulge pressing against your folds. When you glance down, in all of its ghostly glory, his cock is laying over your lips, perfectly sandwiched between them. It glistens, already covered in precum, and glows a light green that contrasts with the tufts of curly pubic hair. A few, faint freckles are highlighted by the glow of, what you assume to be, ectoplasm and it curves upwards. His hips press him against you, each slight movement moving the base of his cock against your clit and stimulating you enough to tease.

“Fuck me…,” You manage out, making eye contact as your throat goes dry. You wet your lips with your tongue before speaking up again, attempting to sound a little more determined as you press your lower body more against his, “Please, fuck me, Izuku.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again, spreading your thighs as he pulls his hips back, thrusting them over your pulsing pussylips a few times to gather your wetness along his base. When he deems it enough, he aligns the tip with your entrance, pressing the head inside in a testing thrust before pulling out again. You whine at the small stretch, wanting more of him inside.

He slowly presses back in, pushing in halfway before inching to ease back out, but your leg wraps around his waist before he can leave you empty again. Your lips quirk into a pout as you tug him closer with your leg, managing to get a little bit of him back inside. He gasps at the bold move, getting the message and pressing the rest of his cock inside of him. He naturally hits deep from his size alone, prompting a moan from you, louder than your previous mewls. He groans from the tight squeeze of your velvety walls, the tightness making it hard for him to pull his hips back.

Izuku places a hand over your head as he begins getting into a rhythm, starting out a little slow and sloppy as he tries to set a pace. He picks up the pace after a while, each thrust causing his abdomen to rub against your clit and stimulate the spot. Each drag of his hips ends with the tip of his cock pressing deep inside of you, grazing your g-spot and pulling moans from you that even some of your higher quality dildos couldn’t get from you.

He’s not shy in pressing kisses to different parts of your skin, caressing here and there as he continues to take note of your reactions. The squeeze of your walls make it hard for him to focus, the slick of your arousal mixed with his spit and precum making loud squelching noises each time his cock sinks inside of you. He ensures he’s deep with each thrust, making sure to go deeper and deeper with each request you call out.

Your fingers grip your sheets under you as you try to ground yourself, the pleasure teetering you in and out of consciousness as Izuku’s hips continue to rock deeper and deeper inside of you, each of you becoming more and more engrossed with each other. All you can really see is Izuku, eyes opened or closed, green eyes staring down at you in deep concentration as a green light encases the both of you. He has high stamina for a ghost, managing to draw numerous orgasms from you before finally starting to reach his own high. You can’t tell if the stamina is from already being dead or if it’s an attribute that carried over from his living days. You’re too fucked out to care.

As his thrusts begin to grow more erratic and heavy, you’re unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him deeper inside with your other leg, latching on to him as you trap his hips against yours. He gets less and less of his cock out, his hand messily moving between you both and rubbing at your clit to speed up your release. He tries holding back, not wanting to cum before he can finish you off again, but you keep sucking him back in deeper and deeper in just the right way.

Your lips connect as he nestles his hips deep inside of you and cums, his release heavy and filling you enough to overflow and drip onto your bed. He swallows your moans as his release prompts another from your, coating his thumb as he continues to thumb at your clit. He ensures to ride your releases, keeping his dick buried inside of you even when he pulls away from your lips.

Your chest heaves as you regain your breath, Izuku sitting still inside of you while he looks your body over. He presses his cool hands against your skin, this time trying to cool you down rather than warm you up. He’s careful once he does pull out, softly caressing your skin and mumbling small little nothings as you begin to doze off in his hold.

~~~~~

The sun’s rays pour into your room the next morning, tugging you awake. You groan as you sit up and yawn, a soreness between your thighs reminding you of the prior night’s experience.

You first notice the sheets on your bed, which are now a very different set than the ones you’d put on yesterday. Another difference is the robe adorning your body, which is very much not yours. It’s plush, but not obnoxiously so, and it’s a dark green color with black accents.

The next thing to catch your attention was a sweet aroma coming from downstairs. Out of curiosity, you make your way to the kitchen to find a certain specter floating about.

“Izuku?,” His movements cease, a plate resting in his hands with a few soufflé pancakes and rolled omelets on the side.

“Good morning, (Y/n),” He turns around, a small smile on his face as he sets the plate down on the table as he passes it to get to you, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” Your face warms as he leads you to the table, helping you get seated. You take a bite, your face lighting up at the taste, “These taste great!”

The two of you continue peacefully conversing like that, joking around and letting the time pass. For the first time in a while, you’re not worried and you even feel a calmness wash over you.

Yeah, you’re sure this arrangement is going to be just fine…

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #ghost!Midoriya Izuku x reader #ghost!midoriya x reader #ghost!Deku x reader #midoriya izuku #ghost!midoriya izuku #ghost!midoriya #ghost!deku #I hope you enjoy #I also have a few other drafts based specifically on these two characters bc I don’t feel this delivered enough but we’ll see how those go #I posted this way later than I wanted 😭💀 #glad I got it before his birthday was officially over tho! #then again #I do post his birthday fics pretty late into the day every year so y’all probably don’t expect much from me anymore (;ﾞ°´ω°´)

[eisforeidolon]

Question: So if you guys could go back to sitting there reading the very first script for the show we're all here for, and you were in the room with yourselves, what would you say to yourselves?

Jared: [emphatic] Don't do it! Kidding, kidding, kidding.

Jensen: W-what would, like, the me now say to the me then? Uhhh. Well, I would say, don't worry you're gonna play Dean. [Jared laughs] Because originally they were only reading for Sams. They were for auditioning for the role of Sam first.

Jared: Obviously someone was really fucking great at that and you had no chance. [laughs, slaps Jensen's arm]

Jensen: Thankfully. Yeah, so I - there's somewhere out there in the ether is my audition tape for Sam. And I never did come back and read for Dean, they just immediately brought me to the final, the final test audition. Which is where I met him and that was the first time I'd ever read Dean.

Jared: But you had been like -

Jensen: Yeah, I'd went in and when I met with Kripke and -

Jared: And that, for those who don't know? That's not uncommon for movies or tv shows and the like. Is sometimes they just make everybody audition for one character to go like, okay, this person could be a great Crowley, this person could be a great Castiel, this person could play Dean, but you all read the same thing. They want to see the way you kinda react. So it wasn't like he lost the role of Sam. That's just what they do. I think every role I've ever gotten, it was like they were auditioning - here are your audition scenes. Everyone got the same thing.

Jensen: There were a lot of roles that I never - that wasn't like, that was kind of a product of reading for something else. Like my role on another little show I did just prior to - I think Tom Welling was the lead. I was - it came down to he and I for that role, and he ended up getting it. And then a few years later they just called me up and said, hey, we've been looking for a way to bring you on, we really wanted to work with you, we really wanted you on the show. And they created that role and just had me - just gave it to me. So a lot of those, that happens, where you go and you read for something and then you end up getting another role. And that happened with Dean. So that's what I would say, I would say to my younger self reading that for the first time who was reading it thinking that Sam was the one that I would - that I would be fighting for? I'd just be like, hey, don't worry, it's gonna be Dean. [Jared laughs] Because when I did get the audition, I read for Sam and I was like, listen, can I just - when you guys read for Dean? I'd love a shot at that. And Kripke and Nutter just looked at each other like -

Jared: We already know.

Jensen: We got you. So I dunno. That's maybe one thing I'd say. What would you say?

Jared: I think - amen to that - and I think that dovetails into kinda what I would say, which is more than about the show specifically? About talking to two guys or gals or whatever in their 20s, like starting their life? I don't think there's any such thing as [finger quotes] starting your life or going like I'm gonna do this so that one day I can live this life I want. Like, life is happening now. Like, this is life, y'know, that's what I've learned through friendships and other relationships. If you just sit down and beat yourself up for years and years going once I get this, then I'll have a life. And then I'll do what I want to do. Like, life is happening now. You're living life now, so I wish I could tell - because a lot of 20 year old Jared was upset. Like [affected voice] this isn't what I thought I wanted to - I don't even know where Vancouver is, you know?

Jensen: Well, you, I think, you've even talked about this, we've had discussions about it. But he, you know, he was just coming off of Gilmore Girls, he was early 20s, and he had a really good setup going in LA. I mean, he had a solid girlfriend, he had a lot of good friends -

Jared: Dogs.

Jensen: He had dogs, he had a really good house. He was really kind of set up. And when the show started, like he said, we moved up to Vancouver.

Jared: Well - did you tell the story about shooting the pilot in the village - or in the valley rather? And then going - the show gets picked up, we go to the Upfronts in New York, we go to Nobu -

Jensen: We filmed the pilot in LA, thinking we were gonna then, when the show - if it went, we would film in LA.

Jared: Which was like 5-10 minutes from where we both lived.

Jensen: And he could just continue this great setup that he had in LA.

Jared: Months pass, so we shoot in February and March, get picked up in May, go to New York to announce the show was picked up, and then we get brought out to a dinner with all the bosses at the time. And they're like, okay, Jared, Jensen, Kripke, congratulations, have a great time in Vancouver. And we're sitting there like ... what? And we found out after the show was picked up, after we did all the interviews about doing the show, that we were filming in Canada. So that was a big, like, pull the rug out kinda thing. It ended up being amazing and, y'know, I think it was a phenomenal place, and obviously I think the show worked out? We're all here to talk about it, so things happen for a reason. But yeah, it caught me off guard. I got by with a little help from my friend [hits Jensen's shoulder]. So here we are.

#jaxcon 2023 #j2 main panel #long post

[neurotypical-sonic]

It's interesting that you bring up ableism and internalised ableism as a parallel between Shadow and Tails because I have a headcanon that since we don't really know how the rest of the ARK took to Shadow compared to Maria, Gerald and the Commander, while he was at least accepted by his adoptive sister, the other inhabitants were afraid of him and/or didn't treat him like an actual person due to his origins, similar to how Tails was ostracized for his polymelia

Oh SO many thoughts on this. I really want to write I proper in depth post at some point but I want to answer this NOW so just uhhh very roughly for now:

SHADOW. His particular brand of internalised ableism does stem from how he was treated on the Ark. Before I say anymore I'm gonna quickly note i still haven't finished playing sa2 or watched the cutscenes of shth, so take this with a grain of salt. The scientists on the Ark were very ableist towards Shadow, but not intentionally or in a noticeable way. He was Project Shadow, the ultimate lifeform, and so when he acted more like a person, flaws and all, and not like a Project, and especially when he showed symptoms of autism, he was reprimanded, told that there wasn't any excuse that he should be better.

I think about this a lot, I could say and explain more but I won't yet. Yes Gerald and Maria loved him, but this was the 50s and also people who love you can hurt you. Gerald hurt him sometimes, careless words and actions that cut deep into Shadow's soul. Maria's also autistic, and she never hurt Shadow, she was nothing but loving and supportive of Shadow. But Shadow had to watch Maria receive the support that he was denied because he was supposed to be Better Than That. Maria did her best to extend that same support to him, to make everyone else treat him the same, but there was only so much she could do.

Most of Shadow's internalised ableism comes from that way of thinking, he's supposed to be Above that. He's the ultimate lifeform!! He shouldn't be acting or feeling like this, it's childish and stupid!!

TAILS had similar when he was younger! the dehumanisation, the being told you should be better than that etc etc. I'm getting really tired I'm gonna have to wrap this up soon. And he put that thinking on himself - for a start it was a survival/coping mechanism, he was abandoned and left to fend for himself, so he told himself that he couldn't afford to be childish, he was above it all. He didn't have anyone to lean on for support, and he couldn't provide it for himself, so he convinced himself he didn't need it.

Then he met Sonic and suddenly he HAD that support. long story short, it took a lot of time and effort to deal with that particular brand of internalised ableism, and he still struggles with it sometimes, but Tails found his support system a lot younger than what Shadow did, and has more time to start to heal. Shadow has only just started that journey. This is making it sound like Tails is 100% fine now, I promise I'm not saying that I'm just really simplifying things

AND SO Shadow sees himself in Tails, a lot. Especially autism wise. He sees tails exhibit the same symptoms as him, ones that Tails has grown comfortable with and accepted as himself, but one's that Shadow still believes he should be above, that he should be BETTER. And Shadow projects on to Tails, hard, and ends up taking it out on Tails, and so all that internalised ableism just becomes regular ableism. Shadow genuinely doesn't mean to be an asshole, in his mind he's trying help Tails be Better, but like. Still ableism, dude

I hope all this, especially the last part, makes sense. I'm so sleepy I'm about to drop off at any moment. I want to talk more about how Shadow projects his internalised ableism onto Tails in more detail but later

#me: i dont want this to get too long #immediately writes a huge wall of text #ask #anon #egg.txt #sonicposting #tails #shadow #shadow&tails

[steelycunt]

do you have already some ideas for pride au s? i need to know what is going on in that blender that ur brain is. do u see him with high waisted levi’s and crop tops??? is he a total doormat for smiths enjoyer r??? i need to know more

hi omg yes! yes i do! s' deal is slightly different to r's, in that r has no parallel/does not correspond to any character in the original film, so i'm basically inserting him as a figure into the narrative (although as irrelevant as this is, to me he is. closest to bill nighy's cliff if cliff was a young man in the eighties xx), whereas s more or less fills the position that mark fills in the film. but other than that he is completely free 4 me to characterise and i think he will be so fun honestly! from the thoughts ive had so far hes sort of a mess of a guy at least to begin with. he is kind of moving at a hundred miles and hour + throwing himself into organizing this thing but if you were to slow him down and put him under a microscope hes uhhh. quite lost + lonely in a way. i expect it will not take him very long to become quite embarrassingly gone for r i think he will consider him the best thing since. sliced bread within hours of meeting him he is imagining them both as the two maidens of pompeii its. a really poor performance from him. he thinks r’s accent is sooo sexy every time he talks s is twirling his hair like omggggg. say that again or please elaborate please tell me more…please…..

also i am looking forward to dressing him up in fun outfits again because he is first and foremost my barbie i am just not sure what yet! i am not as familiar with the eighties as i am with the seventies in a lot of ways so. the setting and everything that comes with that will be really fun to research xx although i am struggling to decide on s' music taste!! r lends himself very well to eighties music i think i could build him a record collection easily (including the smiths sad but true) whereas. s seemed to fit better in the seventies :-/ i am not sure what hes listening to in the eighties apart from seventies records he hasnt let go of yet!! and despite the much more glaring aspects of this fic i have yet to turn my attention to frankly. deciding what silly little songs s wants to listen to is currently one of my main priorities xx

#also in relation to s serving as the mark figure and any instance where the characters are directly reflecting a figure in the film #although for the purpose of the narrative they're inhabiting specific roles (e.g. leader/founder of lgsm / paddy considine's role of the #miner they have sort of. first contact with) they're in no way intended to inhabit or comment on or. reflect the characters of whichever #figure they correspond to in the film. if that makes sense. as in their actual characterisations are purely fictional + the only link they #have to the characters in the film is the fact that they are serving the same narrative role! other than that theyre completely fictional #and that is the only sense in which theyre based on the film characters (and therefore the real people the film characters are based on). #hopefully that makes sense but seeing as im like knee deep in research + interviews + articles + documentaries about this now i am #ever more #conscious of the fact that pride is based on real people and therefore just wanted to be. super clear that none of the characters in this #au would be based on the film's portrayal of those real people in terms of the way they are characterised! #they fulfil certain positions that reflect real events as required by the story but as characters they are. purely fictional :-) anyway #sorry for this long winded way of making a very simple comment hopefully i dont have to say the word narrative again but. yeah #if i do write this i wanted to b super clear about that right off the bat :-) s is going about things in a singularly s way #(<- pathetically and cuntily) #god this is. sooo sorry for how long every part of this post is anon this is so embarrassing. no one ever can accuse me of being concise #anon #telegram #pride au

[pianostarinwonderland]

hi! i read the Azul Ashengrotto Thoughts rb and it made me remember smth i thought about last night. i think your idea about "if azul is stronger/better at magic (than jade) then he can bypass the 'once per person' limitation" is more likely than what i thought but

on the contrary if he might not have been good enough to bypass the limitation, do you think jade's uhhh-- history (? im sorry i dont know the right word!!) would apply to him? like lets say jade successfully uses it on octa mob A then transfers it to azul. would azul still be able to use it on octa mob A or not bc it was "already used once on someone"

(this made me wonder something else about whether jade has used his UM on floyd yet. idk if it would have even been successful if he tried but if he did, could he have like. tested it out on him for fun or learned he got his UM unknowingly by accidentally using it on floyd? or would he have avoided trying to use it on floyd when he realized what his UM was because maybe "it could be useful in the future" or "i dont have a need or want to use this on my brother". this is just a baseless idea i thought of jshdjashjaj)

this is one more random question if you don't mind but!! if u haven't answered this before, do u have a favourite twisted tsumtsum? :D

thank you for listening to my ask lajdkhds !!!! have a wonderful day!

[Reply to here!]

you know, anon..............

THOSE ARE SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS

WTFFFFF I NEVER THOUGHT OF THOSE, AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I'D ACTUALLY GET TO READ THIS THREE YEARS AFTER I MADE THE POST SOBSOBSOBSOB

do you think jade's uhhh-- history (? im sorry i dont know the right word!!) would apply to him? like lets say jade successfully uses it on octa mob A then transfers it to azul. would azul still be able to use it on octa mob A or not bc it was "already used once on someone"

Man, this .. this is so interesting, I never even considered that the history of one's magic can be a possible factor. To this, I think that Azul steals the ability but the "history" is not applied. Probably because what Azul gets is really just the ability and not anything about its history. Like, for example, someone had to develop their abilities of course. Azul would probably not "feel" that history in the sense that he wouldn't really "feel" the difficulties or other things that the original user went through to polish their ability to what it is. He just has their ability now. So maybe theoretically, with Jade's UM, he can use the UM on Octa mob A if Jade used it on him again. And also, it's Azul's magic, not Jade's. So maybe the person will block out Jade's magic, but it does not recognize Azul's magic.

But if assuming that he can't bypass the limitation, then yea I don't think that he'd be able to use it on Octa mob A twice.

(this made me wonder something else about whether jade has used his UM on floyd yet. idk if it would have even been successful if he tried but if he did, could he have like. tested it out on him for fun or learned he got his UM unknowingly by accidentally using it on floyd? or would he have avoided trying to use it on floyd when he realized what his UM was because maybe "it could be useful in the future" or "i dont have a need or want to use this on my brother". this is just a baseless idea i thought of jshdjashjaj)

!! It's always been an hc of mine that Jade used his UM on Floyd at some point! And that's how he even found out about his limitations. Not sure what moment exactly would have gotten him to unlock that kind of ability, because from what we see in main story, UMs just suddenly kinda appear when someone is in a particularly stressful moment (like Deuce with the thugs in chapter 5 and Epel with the rogue Charons in chapter 6). Either way, unless they really fought a lot as kids, I don't think his first target was Floyd. But definitely Floyd witnessed him forming the UM, and then volunteered himself to be a practice dummy for Jade. And then they just learned from there.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst theory #ask

[starrtoon]

I did NOT know that they had that kind of person on team with the Poison episode 😬😬 yikes.

I feel like there are a LOT of things that I could go on about it over (ya know...about the blatant blasphemy everywhere in it). The sympathetic lucifer story, the twisted Eden backstory, the angel's being Like That (I mean I guess you can look at it like "Some Christians act this way towards people because they think being Christian makes them better than others" but there is a better way to address that than the way this show is)....I fear that the day will come that they use a God/Jesus character and paint Him in a poor light while uplifitng Lucifer. I'm not sure if I would be more angry about that or sad/worried on behalf of the creators of the show.

I can see what feels like wasted potential in the more original aspects of the show. I feel like it could have been so much better if she had taken the original ideas/characters and the idea of redemption/forgivness and then placed them all in a fictional separate world that didn't include, as you said, the obvious blasphemy. I enjoy the music, the animation/art style (granted the pilot's animation was preferable).

....I feel like they were just trying to make St. Peter look like a stereotypical youth pastor. And one of the songs says "It'll take time to cover my vast multitude of sins" and I can't help but be like "that isn't hOW thAt WORKs"

I appriciate your response. It's good to see a lot of my thoughts were shared. I have difficulties pulling myself out of things when I get pulled in, so I've had some time to really think about the things that COULD have been good and the things that take away from it as a whole, what I'd have done differently, etc.

I've just taken to praying for the people who have worked on it and hoping they have the decency to not put "God" or "Jesus" on screen in the next season and make them awful. (Though I guess I did KNOW that they couldn't proceed with the show without taking a lot of things out the the Bible and twisting it around).

(I won't bother ya anymore with it btw. Some of it did just genuinely baffle me & I appriciate you taking the time to respond too me <3)

I'm sooo getting tired of media making satan 'misunderstood' lol. it got old fast, and there are some people who actually try to say the show is accurate 😭 I saw someone claim that it's true that satan wanted best for humans and that was why he was kicked from heaven. they clearly never read the Bible seeing that satan wanted to dethrone God.

yeah I could see they're trying to criticize Christians who basically do whatever they want (being hateful and evil in a different way) but still think they're going to heaven. but like you said, it coulda been done better than the show did lol

ikr, it had so much potential. and I do admit a few of the songs get stuck in my head from time to time, especially when a clip of the show appears on my tiktok FYP lol.

they probably took some doctrines from catholicism for that line XD don't they believe people will still go through some trails to pay for their sins even if they're saved? uhhh purgatory? lol

no problem! and oh gosh, yeah same, I hope they never add God/Jesus in it 😬 thankfully from the intro, it made it look like multiple angelic beings were technically the 'gods' who created earth. I'm sure they'd get a 'helluva' lot of backlash if they actually put Jesus in it.

also I don't mind if you wanna share more thoughts on the show or anything else. even if I take a while to answer asks, my ask box is always open 😊👍

#starryask #I still haven't seen past episode 4 yet XD #I'm so lazy