#what id give for a crumb

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Some of my favorite Screencaps I've made of Vincent Price as Frederick Loren - The House on Haunted Hill (1959)

#vincent price #the house on haunted hill #house on haunted hill #50s horror #screencaps by me #fuck #please...lock me in a fucking mansion with Vincent!! #fuck hes sexy #so dapper #so hot #WHAT ID GIVE FOR A CRUMB #AKSNJSKKSKWKWKW #he makes me feel things #horror #old horror movies #vintage #movie #actor #handsome

[orcelito]

i've seen ppl talking about Meryl & how little we know about her family, but the geo-plant arc of trigun chapters 10-12 gives us some really useful pieces of info, i think

first, we see her thinking of herself as Cold Blooded, just like the dude that wanted Badwick to kill his own parents

[ID: Meryl stands with her gun drawn and a troubled expression on her face as she thinks to herself, "Exactly as you described him... the cold-blooded type..." In the next panel, she closes her eyes and wonders, "Am I really... any different?" End ID]

at the start of this arc, Milly wrote one of her massive letters to her family, while Meryl mentioned not knowing what she would write to hers. then we see Milly get PISSED at Badwick after she learns he threatened his parents at gunpoint, which leads to this page:

[ID: Meryl, held back by Milly, tells her, "Milly... I envy you... My father would have wanted me to get justifiably angry at a person who points a gun at his parents. That is an important thing." She flashes back to the moment in the chapter before where Milly is attempting to punch the son, Badwick. Milly calls in concern, "Ma'am?" Meryl continues, "But I... I just stood there and took it all in without even budging. I am such a cold person. I chose this path of blood and tears without thinking about the rest of my life. All I can see is what is right in front of me." The page shows the face of the father, dressed in basic battle gear, who is watching silently. Now in tears, Meryl laments, "Why could I not see... that when I closed myself off to him, something was wrong? I..." In the last panel, Milly stares down at Meryl in surprise as Meryl slaps her own cheeks and exclaims, "No... Nevermind!" End ID]

this entire situation is obviously striking something in Meryl's heart. some kind of insecurity she has about her distant relationship with her own parents. she shakes herself out of it, determined to not fall into a funk, and then jumps into defense of the land.

after the battle's over & the father's fallen to his ass, we see these pages:

[ID: In the first page, the father, off screen, tells Meryl and Milly, "There are no words to express how thankful I am for your help." Meryl replies with a smile, "Ah. There's no need." The father goes on to tell her, "Ms. Meryl... I know it was rude of me, but I overheard your conversation earlier. Having raised that rebellious son, I don't know if I have the right thing to say, but... All people are different, but the bonds between parents and children are inseparable. It is a great burden, but also the most precious thing in the world..." In the second page, the father concludes, "... Choose your own path, and walk it with confidence. All of life... is connected. You must live your own life, and your parents will love through you." As he speaks, we see Meryl listening to him with a surprised expression. End ID]

this entire arc feels like a metaphor for Meryl's own situation. after these pages, we see Badwick turning in the deed, then finding out that his parents were entrusting the property to him after all. he's the problem son, someone who separated himself from his parents due to his disagreements with them (likely stemming from his dead younger brother). yet at the end of the day, his parents still love him and entrusted their life's work to him.

Meryl sees all this go down, hears these words, and it touches something in her heart. so we see her go from talking about writing to her family like this in chapter 10:

[ID: A single panel of Meryl with her eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face. She tells Milly, "That would be the normal thing to do... especially when I've been away from home for so long. But I don't know what to write beyond 'it's dry'..." End ID]

to this bit at the end of chapter 12:

[ID: Meryl approaches a mailbox with luggage in hand. She slips a letter inside, then sighs with a smile. Milly yells, "Maa'aam! What are you doing?! We're already late!" To which Meryl replies, "Ok! Ok! Ok! I'm coming!" End ID]

the experience was enough for her to accept that she might not be the closest with her parents (or just father? considering she only ever mentions a father in this all), but it's still worth reaching out even if she doesn't have much to say.

this arc is the most we see about Meryl's backstory in the manga, but I think we can draw a few things from it. we have a definite mention of a father, but no others. no mention of siblings or any other family members. she's distant from her father, too busy following her heart & goals, but she doesn't have a bad relationship with him. just Distant. she feels disconnected from him, even Cold, for her focus on her work & the practicalities in front of her. but even with that disconnect, she still cares enough about him to feel guilty when she realizes she's been doing this.

and then considering later, when we see the flashback of a man giving her the gun... i'd assumed that was possibly a senior at her work (probably tristamp giving me that perception, from Roberto), but keeping all the rest of this in mind... it really could have been her father.

i went looking to try to find that part. did not find that one exactly, but i DID find this one from trimax chapter 34:

[ID: A nearly bald man with a kind face and what appear to be shooting ear muffs around his neck tells Meryl, "Consider guns delicate. Women, most of all, should make use of them. One shot will level the playing field between you and a big, strong man." End ID]

if this is indeed her father, it would explain why she knows how to shoot like she does. perhaps her father taught her as she was growing up out of the wish to help her protect herself. maybe they weren't incredibly close, but he still clearly cared about her & wanted what was best for her and her safety. the kind of father that's content to let her do whatever her heart wishes, since her happiness is his happiness.

and then chapter 12 ends with this page:

[ID: A black framed page with a single panel at the center. The panel shows Meryl from behind, running with her luggage in hand. The text boxes to the sides state, "All of life is connected by a river... And the beginning of the river... is now." End ID]

she continues on her own path, not looking back, but she is still connected to the ones in her heart... including her father.

(Manga panels referenced from @trigun-manga-overhaul !)

#speculation nation #trigun #meryl stryfe #fanny's trigun analysis #fanny reads trigun #oh god this got longer than i was planning on it being #also writing IDs is a little hard lol. tried my best tho #but YEAH we really know so little about meryl and her home life. but this really does give us some great context for it #im picking at fucking crumbs here lmfao but they're still pretty solid crumbs #this. is probably what i'm gonna be running under for my own ideas of meryl's backstory #single child raised by a single father. a gunman who taught her how to shoot so she could protect herself #a slightly distant relationship. but not a negative one. #someone she still loves and knows will be there for her should she ever decide to return #someone who wouldnt ever even dream of trying to stifle her. he wants her to follow her dreams. #it's... actually kinda really sweet lol. #meryl #<- for my own tagging purposes lol #long post/

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Barnaby meets sans when

I’ve always wondered what sans looks in your amazin artstyle,…

oh god. not sansaby. not again. im not strong enough

#& im not gonna give the undertale fandom Anything id never be free #its like going to the beach and tossing a crumb for the gulls #10 seconds later youre Swarmed and Consumed and all that left is a Comically Intact Skeleto- #well. eheheheheh yk what im saying #THIS IS ALL SAID IN JEST OK i love undertale and deltarune i prommy #i just!! i dont have any interest in drawing sans no matter how much affection i have for him <3 sorry <3 ty <3 #rambles from the bog

[salsa-di-pomodoro]

Girlies and pals of all genders i have come to two possible conclusions; i either have some form of PMS or submas angst is taking a worse toll on me than i realized,

(for not strictly legal reasons this is a joke. I have no idea what having pms looks or feels like so this might just be a normal girl thing. God do i wish i could get rid of it though it's real hard to filter content in a way that allows you to consume it at the right time to avoid triggering a (minor) depressive episode while hiding it when you cant handle it. I'm tired. I've taken to just avoiding scrolling the tag at all sometimes out of anxiety. I can't even read my followed fics sometimes out of fear of angst.)

#possibly both lol #like clockwork a week and a hald before i get my period i start becoming increasingly upset #to the point where the day before i get it i'm actuvely holding back tears and or trying my hardest not to think about submas at all #and like clockwork the day i get my period and some ibuprofen i feel like the entire previous week i was insane #sighs girls i am Losing #i can feel my anxiety start to rise already #nyway. #personal #submas #yeah sure ill put that in the tag #rant #yeah this counts as a rant i think #guys if anyone has even the smallest idea for submas fluff or reunion or crack or anything funny with Ingo and Emmet #please get it out there in some way #you dont need to write it just tell us what the idea is well do the rest with our imagination #i promise i at the very least will eat the crumbs like a starved woman finding an atom of food #it doesnt need to have a plot or anything #(alsol please dont villanize volo thank you very much. yeah i know hes a villain you know exactly what i mean) #(just keep him out of the story if you cant bring yourself to give him more nuance. choose ghetsis or something.) #(this had nothing to do with the rest of the post but i just thought id say it) #i think we as a fandom should start tagging submas angst and submas fluff like that one yellow blog ingo ingoing or something #theyre doing gods work

[mchi22]

what do u think this illegible scribble on the back of winston's head is..

#id love to speculate but ive got fucking nothing. #the clash team needs to give me some actual winston content so i dont have to resort to looking at every minute detail of their textures #they gave us benjamin and cosmo content with the latest comic and i erm. Have An Idea what the next comic will be about #but im on my knees begging PLEASE can i get a CRUMB of winston content. thanks #original post tag

[galaxysugarr]

Hi All! I thought it was time i gave a lil update from this game and how its been going.

I'm one that tends to keep to myself till a project is fully complete or close to complete, but I've gained a lot of asks about this over time and more as of late lol. So thought I'd cut the radio silence a tad and answer a few repeat questions id gotten!

Are you working on the game?

Surprisingly, yeah.

Will this be a completed game to buy?

Definitely not, least not now. My plan is to make a basic demo of the game as building a complete game with the script and everything would take a very long time and a lot to learn!

It would also be a free to play game, as Its a fan game.

When can we see it, are you almost done, videos and updates!!!

Well... 2023 was a busy year for me personally. And as a person who is still learning to animate along with barely any knowledge of game coding. Led to me needing to learn a lot and do trial and error.

A lot of things are temporary placeholders and incomplete textures with testing. So I didn't feel they where good to share progress of.

a lot of it was me learning, trying different styles to work with the game, and sketches throughout.

Can i help with the project????

I do appreciate you all asking for help,But I don't know much about game development and working with a team on this. So it's more of a passion project for me, and so far what I have learned has been nice :>.

I didn't wanna rely and give up on the project or delay it so much due to factors so I'm workin on it alone right now till the project is farther along and more stable.

Will it look exactly like the trailer, what kind of game is it, what all do you have planned for the demo?

Admittedly I had originally made sprites and everything to match the video, but i ended up going for a more chibi type style as its easier to work with.

Its a side scrolling game with rpg like elements.

The current plan is to have two fully completed stages, a mini game, 4 playable characters (2 being Sun and Moon), and some extra features.

Will the demo be out this year?

I can't say, it all depends on how much time i work on it and learn ;o! I don't like to get hopes up, but I work it on it when I can.

Crumbs, please

Some of the daycare and model updates. It's not much, but I find it fun to run around and interact with things lol

So all and all for those really wondering about the project, its still a heavy work in progress. A fun and frustrating one for sure, but Its been nice actually learning to code and design it so far.

Hope this answered a few questions and of course you can ask other stuff about it, I don't mind.

Thank you!

#I feel like I rambled on accident #long post #tsams #tsams game

[lustlovehart]

scara has been the boy of the month for so long now i am just so desperate for sfw scara content id kill for any crumbs

A/n: Wasnt sure if you meant Wanderer or Scaramouche, so I sorta assumed you meant Scaramouche.

Summary: The ballader has quite the habit, and you're curious as to how deep into it he is, so you take it upon yourself to find out.

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything?

Scaramouche has always had this odd habit of... Staring at you. At the begining you found it quite odd, but as time went on you didn't seem to be bothered too much by it, in fact, it'd be unnerving if he wasn't staring at you for once.

When you're not around for him to look at, his eyes will always fall on to something that reminds him of you, whether it be a book you had an acute interest in, or a mess you had left in his room because you had went out in a hurry. To him, if you're not there by his side, perhaps the next big thing is to cling onto whatever remnants you had left behind for him.

Whenever you walked through the streets of Snezhnaya, you ears can't help but pick up on his subordinates whispers, the cold wind carrying them through to you.

"Are you sure Lord Scaramouche and [Name] aren’t... You know... Seeing eachother...?"

"Whenever they're together, his eyes never leave them! It's like his pupils are physically attached to them!"

"The Lord even has a picture of [Name] in his pocket, though it changes everyday… I can't tell if he switches the photo out or if he just has multiple photos of them on hand..."

“Lord Scaramouche will surely kill us if he hears what we’re saying of him! Quiet down!”

Their discussions make you pause, you’re sure most of them are just exaggerations, but nonetheless you continue with your day, it's not like you could confirm or deny these accusations, considering you yourself dont even know that status between you two.

Though, you are quite curious as to what these photos he has of you are... Perhaps you can find out, a rare harbinger meeting had been issued as of today, so maybe now is your chance.

Your shoes click against his office, the cold from outside still being felt but not too much.

Your fingers slide open the drawer of Scaras desk, while not too neat, it’s not horrendous either. Your eyes immediately catch on to a little picture book, one he had always held on to but has never let you seen through, well almost always, he never trusted bringing any valuables to meetings, lest they be discreetly taken from him by a certain banker.

When opened it seemed to be photos of you, and some trinkets and hobbies you had mentioned to him about enjoying. Coincidentally enough, they were all photos you took awhile back with a kamera you had in possession before it had broken down. Each photo has a tiny date written in the corner, as well as a little descriptions of the events that had happened.

“[Name] and me walking through Snezhnya”

“[Name] looking at flowers”

“A butterfly [Name] took a picture of, it reminds me of them”

They all weren’t too descriptive, but they warmed your heart to see anyway. Your fingers flipped one more time before you were greeted by a photo you didn’t take yourself.

“Everything I want to give [Name]”

In the photo, several items you had expressed a liking towards were in frame, some expensive and others cheaper. This time, the description had been on the back of the film, neat handwriting engraved into the back.

“If I look at them long enough, they’ll be engraved into my memory, and I won’t have to be left with nothing again.”

You’re not too sure on what he meant by it, sometimes he seems to say something cryptic to you and then never explain it ever after that.

The more you think about it, that seemed too short to be something of his that he wrote. You put the photo book back into the drawer, moving your hand to open the next one before the door swings open at an immaculate speed.

“What do you think you’re doing [Name]”

“Uhm… Waiting, for you…?” The expression his face shifts into obviously tells you he doesn’t believe it, but all he can really do is walk towards you and grab your wrist, swiftly pulling you away from his desk. “Where are we going Kuni?” The both of you quickly dash out the door, a loud thud echoing through the halls with how hard the man closed it.

“We’re getting dinner of course, having to meet with those bastards has given me a headache.”

“I don’t have money on me right now…”

“What? I’m paying for you obviously, now hurry up.”

He doesn’t need to tell you about how he knew you were looking at his belongings of you, he just thinks of how lucky he made it before you could find the drawers, filled to the brim with letters he wants to give you, all of them in which, if someone else had laid eyes upon them, would have no doubt every single page is a love letter.

You don’t need to know how weak for you he truly is, and he’d like to keep it that way.

“So, do you really keep photos of me with you all the time-“

“Stop speaking.”

———-

Scara who is super in love with reader but never wants them to know that>>

#genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin impact x reader #askves #vesperwrites

[linkspooky]

The Death of Kenjaku

So I was planning to write this meta the week that Kenjaku died, but decided to delay until we got full confirmation of his death. Something I didn't believe in even after Kenjaku passed the merger onto Sukuna. However, watching this video about death in Jujutsu Kaisen inspired me to finish this post. Not because I disagree with anything the YouTuber is saying, but because they can speculate on the meaning of so many deaths in Jujutsu Kaisen but can't find the meaning in Kenjaku's sudden death. This has led me to speculate why Gege made the choice to kill Kenjaku in the way that he did. What meaning is there in Kenjaku's abrupt and unsatisfying death?

Who is Kenjaku?

The first step in understanding Kenjaku's death is of course understanding how he lived. We actually know incredibly little about Kenjaku's character by design. Despite the fact he's literally in Geto's body, he's not meant to have sympathetic or human motivations to his actions (though hold onto that "human motivation" in your head for a moment). No flashback sequence shows the audience why this guy is the way he is, no single event seems to have driven him to do what he did.

This is what we know about Kenjaku in brief. He is a sorcerer who is over a thousand years old who was around in Sukuna's day. He once had a friendship with Tengen, but found her original self boring and unambitious. He also contrasts heavily with Tengen, who lives outside of humanity, because he has lived among humanity for 1,000 years. One of those lifetimes was Noritoshi Kamo who violated a woman and conducted heinous experiments. He produced ten children in his one thousand years, the nine death painting siblings and Yuji Itadori. He considers the first children boring, because human and curse hybrids turned out too normal.

He also partially blames himself for how boring they are, because he can't create anything that will exceed his expectations, the only thing that can exceed his expectations is born in chaos. He spent a thousand years organizing the culling games, and wants to use the games to create a merger, because he thinks creating a merger between Tengen and Humanity will create something entirely new and interesting. He also believes the way towards the future lies in further optimizing cursed energy, not in breaking away from it the way Yuki Tsukumo tried to do and Maki has.

The only people whose word we have on Kenjaku's motivations are Kenjaku himself, and Tengen's word and Tengen themselves who claims to not know what goes on in the human heart.

From all of the above Kenjaku seems to be a shallow character who's motivations can be summed up as "because I can" and "I want to see what happens." This shallowness is intentional however, as Gege who once praised the minimalist storytelling of Nasu and Evangelion likes to pick and choose what crumbs of backstory he gives out for his characters. We've never gotten any exposition on the Gojo clan, but we have an entire chapter about Takaba's failed career as a stand-up comic. This isn't a judgement of good or bad writing, this is just how Gege writes as minimalist as possible. This is in line with how Gege writes the ancient sorcerers as well, they are all much more shallow driven by instinct or Freudian Id (I desire) rather than the higher reasoning of modern-day sorcerers. Takaba uses comedy as a means of communication and bridging the gaps between people, Higuruma's backstory is the critique of the modern day justice system. Ishigori apparently lived a satisfying life where he was succesful and had good women, but that wasn't enough so he wants to get into a fight with Yuta to satisfy his hunger and feel like he's eaten desert.

It sounds shallow when I summarize it in text, but in the context of the fight with Yuta, it's a challenge for Yuta who for the most part only cares about his loved ones and sees the world through his love goggles to be more selfish and fight for his own desires. It's also reflective of a more basic and instinctual kind of thinking, as opposed to the higher reasoning and logic that modern-day sorcerers apply.

I'm keeping most of this first part to text for this reason, like go back and read the fight with Ishigori and Yuta. If I summarize Ishigori's character reasoning out of context it sounds stupid, but read the fight and it works because it's ID (I Desire) vs. Yuta's superego in not only having to collect points to help rescue Tsumiki, find a way to protect all the innocent people in the Culling Games, and also collect enough points to take on Kenjaku himself so Gojo won't have to. Meanwhile Ishigori's just fighting to get some of that sweet desert, the shallow works in contrast to the more layered motivations of our heroes.

Kenjaku is a shallow archetype fighting to satisfy his baser impulses (in his case curiosity) in comparison to the main characters who are fighting for more complicated reasons and often people besides themselves.

The question then becomes what archetype is Kenjaku. In that case answering who Kenjaku is is quite simple.

Kenjaku is a clown.

It might be more accurate to say that Kenjaku embodies what's commonly known as the "trickster archetype" but I'mma go with clown.

The most obvious example of a clown villain is what most consider the joker to be, that is a silly little clown man who challenges the straight faced and grim batman and sews chaos where Batman attempts to establish law and order in Gotham and make the city into a better place.

From the book Batman and Psychology:

More than any other villains, the Joker and Two-face reflect Batman himself as funhouse distortions, converses of who and what he is. The laughing, jesting, brightly colored Joker contrasts with grim, dark Batman. The Joker is the Joker. No alter ego. The film's opening bank robbery shows him wearing a clown mask over clown makeup, Under the surface there's only more Joker. He gives no history except inconsistent lies. When he finally considers the impact of his demand Batman unmask, he retracts the threat and demands that Batman's identity remain undisclosed. He wants a batman who has no other self, a Dark Knight whose only deeper layer is further darkness.

Is there a better descriptor for Kenjaku then these words?

Kenjaku is Kenjaku. No alter ego. A clown mask over clown makeup., Under the surface there's only more Kenjaku.

In other words, what you see is what you get.

Kenjaku even mirrors Joker's opinion of Batman, he thinks people should be more like him, not the other way around. He's not the outlier, he's being true to humanity's basic impulses of curiousity and discovery.

A more apt comparison as a clown though would probably be Loki, one of the most classic examples of clowning in the shared mythology of humanity. The character who challenges the common wisdom of gods like Odin who suspended themselves from the world tree for eleven days in order to gain wisdom. Loki, who through his trickery manages to bring about the events of Ragnarok for no deeper reason than because he can. Everyone swore not to harm Balder and Loki goes to find something that can harm him because BET.

Mythological Loki doesn't need a deeper motivation because what he represents in the mythology is someone who challenges authority and brings about a change, because in Norse Mythology nothing lasts forever and no era is permanent. Jujutsu Kaisen is also a story about how things should not in fact stay the same and tradition is bad sometimes.

When Kenjaku finds Tengen's true body he's curled up in a tree root in the fetal position, and he killed what is basically the all-knowing, all-seeing supposedly immortal sorcerer that maintains the status quo of japan, it's not exactly subtle.

Kenjaku is a clown, and clown's gotta clown. We don't need any more explanation that, it's more about what he does for the story. However, what he represents, the deep intellectual curiosity, and also a drive to disrupt the status quo in an attempt to see something more interesting can also be analyzed more deeply because they are human emotions that motivate us as well. The same way that Mahito is an inhuman monster, but he's created and motivated by the fear of other humans, something all of us have. '

Before moving onto his death though, I wanna hammer in how Kenjaku really is just motivated by these two things, a desire to see something interesting, and intellectual curiosity by comparing him to other characters.

The Clown in Fiction

I've already compared Kenjaku to Loki and the Joker, but when it comes to someone who wants to disrupt the entire order of the world simply because they're bored we've got to go to the original girlboss.

So there are plenty of villains who go "I'm evil because I'm bored" but they usually tend to be pretty shallow, either shallowly written for the lulz evil characters who just exist for shock value or just kinda dull. No one has ever done it as good as Junko Enoshima and no one ever will again.

For those who need context DanganRonpa is a death game series where the main villain basically has caused the apocalypse, wiped out most of humanity, and then induces survivors in a bunker to kill each other in a death game, where if someone commits a succesful murder they can escape the bunker, but if they're caught in a trial they're executed. Also, if they're not convicted in the trial everyone else is killed, motivating the jury to find and execute the guilty murderer.

Junko Enoshima the main villain and orchestrator of this death game ended the world because despair. She wants to inflict despair on everyone because despair. Because hope sucks and despair is where it's at.

It sounds shallow and it is and Kodaka has said in interview he wrote Junko to be a villain character with zero redeeming character traits, and no sympathetic backstory to describe why she is the way she is, but there is still something motivating her.

If you go a bit deeper into the lore and read Dangan Ronpa Zero, there is an entire book which explains the lengths which Junko goes to feel normal human emotions. The thing is much like Kenjaku Junko is too smart for her own good, everything is predictable and therefore everything bores her. Once in an attempt to live normally, she literally lobotomizes herself, makes it so that she can't remember anything and has continual amnesia constantly forgetting what just happened to her, because that's the only way she can live without knowing everything that's going to happen and constantly predicting everyone's actions.

Junko has whatever her universe's version of the six-eyes is, but instead of lording it over other people like Gojo and basking in her superiority she wants to feel normal, and connected to the world. If she can't have that she tries to make the world as unpredictable place as possible so she can experience it the same way that everyone else does.

Hope is harmony. A just heart, moving toward the light. That is all. Despair is hope's polar opposite. It is messy and confusing. It swallows up love, hatred, and everything else. Because not knowing where you will end up is despair. Despair is even what you cannot predict. Only despair's unpredictability can save you from a boring future.

I'm still not describing it properly because I don't want to go into a Danganronpa essay in this post about Jujutsu Kaisen, but one example I always use is two characters from American Dragon Jake Long. They're a pair of twins who see the future, one always sees happy things, and one always sees sad things. The one who has happy visions is a goth who's very depressed and the one who sees disaster is an incredibly peppy girl.

Jake is so confused as to why the twin who always sees good visions is so depressed, and she basically tells him to imagine having every good thing, every small little surprise, every pleasure taken out of life.

Kara: When you only see good things, nothing's special anymore. All the pleasant surprises are taken out of life. Sara: But, when you only see bad stuff, even the smallest bit of good news makes you happy!

All of this to say what Junko feels isn't just boredom, or a desire to commit evil for evil's sake, but also a full on existential crisis where she's simply too smart so she doesn't feel any connection to other people or the world around her. In order to feel that connection, that connection that everyone else has, to feel like she is actually a participant in her life not an observer she's willing to go to extremes to make the world a more interesting place, to therefore make her own life feel satisfying.

Kenjaku vs. The World (Kenjaku Pilgrim's sad little life)

To connect all this back to Kenjaku imagine the profound existential despair of a person who's lived for a thousand years, and felt bored all that time. Sukuna is at least a hedonist, he gets his fun by getting into fights, humans might be bugs to him but they're tasty bugs.

Kenjaku goes to similiar motivations and has similiar extremes, he's uninvested in the world around him, he's lived a thousand years but has no attachment to the world, to life, to the people around him. I said that Junko wants to be a participant in life not an all seeing observer and that was purposeful language because to bring back an old post. I rambled on this post about Gojo that part of Gojo's problem is that he only experiences observer-to-object relationships or I to it.

Ich and Du, translated as I and Thou is a book by philosopher Martin Buber. His two main porositions is that we may address existence in two ways:

The attitude of the “I” towards “it” towards an object that is separate in itself, which we either use or experience.

The attitude of “I” towards “Thou” in a relationship in which the other is not separated by discrete bounds.

In Buber's terms, those who only experience the first type of relationships are only observing the world around them not relating to them. Kenjaku doesn't relate to other human beings because they are objects, he only experiences subject -> object relationships and never subject -> subject.

Buber also goes on to theorize that meaning in our lives comes from subject -> subject relationships we form with other people.

Kenjaku jokingly says that to be his friend you have to never bore him and be his equal, but there's no one considers his equal because he's the subject and everyone else are just objects.

He regrets he can't sit down and talk theories with Tsukumo Yuki because she's one of the few people who think like him.

Kenjaku is a paradox of an incredibly brilliant man who is also shallow as a puddle that you can stand in and not get your socks wet. However, he tragically can't really form a more complex identity because our identities are formed by our relationships to other people and Kenjaku doesn't relate to anybody.

That's basically the theme of the whole Choso and Kenjaku fight, Choso is a weird aborted fetus of a curse who still has a strong identity and is able to feel unconditional love for Yuji because of the connection of family and the ideas of brotherhood that binds the two. Kenjaku is a bad father who abandoned Choso because they were "boring" but also never really gave them a chance to grow up or be interesting, he just dismissed them offhand and moved on to the next weird science project.

However, his reason for dismissing Choso isn't Choso's fault but rather a case of Psychological projection. It's not Choso who is boring, but rather Kenjaku himself, he said so earlier.

"What I can create, does not exceed the bounds of my own potential. The answer is always flickering darkly in chaos."

Kenjaku cannot look within to find anything satisfying abput his life because there's nothing inside of him. He doesn't have a fully formed identiy he's just ID, and because he tramples all over other people to form his desires he also cannot ever form a full ego. Just like Sukuna and most of the ancient sorcerers he's a paradox of being all ego, and yet having an underdeveloped ego with shallow motivators.

Kenjaku cannot look within because he's a boring person, and he cannot look for other people to find worth in his life because they're just objects, so instead he looks into the void, he tries to change the world around him by spreading more chaos hoping that it will make something unpredictable happen in front of his eyes - and that will give him the meaning and investment in his life he's deprived himself of because he refuses to form relationships with other people.

It's the Gojo problem. It's the Kashimo problem. It's not the Sukuna problem, because Sukuna admits he doesn't care about and rejects things like love and meaning.

If Kenjaku makes the world around him a more interesting place, he will be able to live in it. It's the same as Gojo trying to raise people up to his level by creating stronger students.

So after going to great length to demonstrate how powerful and all-consuming Kenjaku's boredom is, and how cut off he is from his own humanity, here's the part where I sort of defend his death.

Wouldn't it be funny if the joke character killed the main villain?

Let's be honest it was Takaba's kill here, Yuta just camped and killstole. I think part of the problem with people not understanding the meaning behind Kenjaku's sudden and unexpected death is attributing the death to Yuta cutting his head off out of nowhere, and not Takaba's thematic victory over Kenjaku.

Takaba represents a blindspot for Kenjaku which is why the main characters use him as a weapon against him, and he also calls out in a fashion Kenjaku's hypocrisy. First and foremost, Kenjaku presents himself as an agent of change, but he actually has no interest in many of the modern sorcerers and holds a bias towards the heian era as the peak of sorcery. He even says that he's going to bring back the Heian Golden Age to Sukuna at the end of Shibuya arc.

Because that's what Chaos is Kenjaku, things being the same as they were 1,000 years ago. Kenjaku is an agent of change and chaos and somehow his definition of change is... resetting things back to the past because the sorcerers of the past were so much better than today.

Kenjaku goes out of his way to awaken hundreds of modern day sorcerers, and then dismisses literally off of them except for Hiromi because they don't have enough potential for him compared to ancient sorcerers. He essentially did the same with the Death Painting Bros, he went through all of the trouble to create them, then dismissed them as not having enough potential BEFORE THEY EVEN GOT THE CHANCE TO GROW UP.

Kenjaku has a habit of just going BORED NOW and leaving before he even gives things the time to impress him. He does the same with the Culling Game, he set up the death game to push sorcerers to fight each other and bring out their powers, but he never actually intended to watch the sorcerers evolve. He just wanted to slaughter everyone inside to start the merger.

He goes through a lot of potential to set up these situations and then abandons them before they have the chance to even evolve, because they do not have enough "potential" in his opinion, but like his opinion is often shown to be wrong. Takaba represents that blindspot because he was one of the modern sorcerers that Kenjaku underestimated and dismissed offhand as boring without giving him a chance to shine.

That is the joke that Takaba introduces himself with "Wouldn't it be funny if a random comic relief side character suddenly defeated the big bad?"

He's immediately pointing out a blindspot, because Kenjaku automatically believes himself to be an important character, he underestimates Takaba because he's a side character, one of the people Kenjaku has dismissed as boring and uninteresting (before they even had a chance to evolve into something else). Like that's the other thing Kenjaku wants things to evolve but he doesn't... let them. He abandoned Choso and the rest before they even grew up, they were literally fetuses and he threw them away. Kenjaku is the protagonist of reality, and Takaba is a side character, and therefore Takaba couldn't possibly harm him because Kenjaku and his boundless curiosity are the center of the world.

It's not just about subverting the audience's expectations to have the main villain die in such an anti-climactic way before the final act even starts, but it's pointing out how narrow Kenjaku's viewpoints really were all along. He wants everything to be surprised but he never lets anything surprise him, because either he gets bored right away, or he looks down on others before giving them the chance to evolve, or the third thing he just straight up has to control everything. He can't let the culling game evolve naturally he's going to slaughter all the players by hand so he can move onto the next part.

It's the contradiction between a schemer who needs to control everything and everyone to bring about his intended result and everything needs to be a part of his big plans, to someone who wants to be surprised by others and have things go off the rails. You can't have both of these things at once, Kenjaku cannot have things surprise him if he rigs everything to go his way with his overly elaborate schemes and his tight-fisted control of everyone in the story.

Like, in comparison to Kenjaku the joker just blows things up and sprays people with laughing gas. They're both playing the same game but the joker is having fun and Kenjaku isn't.

Kenjaku wants an unexpected future, but he doesn't care about any of the modern sorcerers and has a bias towards the heiean era that he considers the height and wants to reset things to bring back the heian era. He wants to be surprised but won't give up control.

Kenjaku's boast is that unlike Tengen he's spent a thousand years living on the ground instead of lording up on them from above like some deity, but is that true? Has Kenjaku lived? Has he engaged with the world? Formed relationships with people? Or does he just sit in the corner rubbing his hands together menacingly and scheming his schemes.

Takaba unironically gives Kenjaku what he wants, something he's never seen before in a thousand years, and it's from a place Kenjaku never expected. Some random guy, who he dismissed as one of the boring modern sorcerers with no potential like Higuruma.

Takaba not only exists in Kenjaku's blindspot, he almost immediately points out Kenjaku's second hypocrisy. If he's willing to resort to mass murder just to feel entertained, then if he found something else to entertain him there'd be no reason to get violent and scheme his schemes.

In other words Kenjaku hasn't really gone looking for other places to try to find what makes life worth living, or at least enertaining, he hasn't really tried any alternatives to finding joy in life because Jujutsu is all he cares about. Takaba says that if he found something else even more entertaining than the merger there'd be no need to go through with the merger, and he turns out to be right. Kenjaku could have found meaning and entertainment with the world someplace else, he was just too narrow minded and never looked anywhere else.

As I said from the beginning Kenjaku's existential crisis comes from his inability to relate to other people and viewing them all as objects, but in Kenjaku's mind of course he can't relate to others they're too boring, so therefore it's the world's fault, and the fault of others and not himself.

However, right away one of those boring people starts relating to Kenjaku.

I joked about how we know nothing about the Gojo clan but Takaba gets an entire backstory chapter about his failed comedy career, but this chapter is plot important because jokes are the way that Takaba relates to and forms relationships with other people. Takaba makes jokes to relate to others but has a fallout with a comedy partner and has never been able to form a lasting relationship with a comedic partner because comedy doesn't mean the same to them as it does to him - because to Takaba comedy is about forming relationships with people. Which is why he thinks he's failed if he's failed to make everyone in the audience laugh because he wants to make comedy that will make other people relate to him and understand him.

However, he almost gives up on comedy because he's afraid that he might fail on that endeavor. He gives up on striving to make everybody in the audience laugh, because of self-affirmation and a desire to protect himself. He didn't want to fail so he started distancing himself from the audience under the excuse "Well, I can't make everyone laugh so it's okay if not everyone understands me."

Takaba at some point gave up on trying to use comedy as a means of understanding and relating to others, because of his fear of failure and at that point he nearly lost - but he rallies himself by saying that he won't give up on making someone like Kenjaku laugh. If his comedy is about connecting to others, about understanding others and having others understand him then he can't just give up on Kenjaku and say it's Kenjaku's fault that Kenjaku can't relate to his sense of humor. He's got to try even harder to make Kenjaku laugh.

This is also pretty much the opposite of Kenjaku's point of view. For Kenjaku it's everyone else's fault for being so boring that's why he can't relate to them. Wheras, Takaba takes personal responsibility, he wasn't funny enough, he has to try harder, he's the one who's going to make Kenjaku laugh by improving himself. Takaba looks inward, and Kenjaku looks outwards because there's nothing inside Kenjaku.

This is a parallel to this.

The difference however, is that Sukuna did not betray his ideology. Sukuna lives for the kicks that battle provides him and wants to face strong opponents so he can eventually devoured them and be momentarily entertained.

Like Sukuna is not bored the way Kenjaku is. The world is his playground. He may refer to living as just killing time until you die, but he also says that there's an infinite variety of humans to entertain yourself with. The world is Sukuna's toybox and he's satisfied with just that. In fact he doesn't even care about the merger, until his frustration with Yuji makes him think a little deeper about himself.

Kenjaku is not the Sukuna in this scene, he's the Gojo. He believed he was above others, only to be reminded suddenly that he was just the same as everyone else and brought back down to humanity. I mean, they even die off panel the same anticlimactic way. Gojo's infinity meant nothing in the face of one surprise attack a world-cleaving slash Gojo didn't see coming. All of Kenjaku's backup plans meant nothing in the face of Yuta camping and kill-stealing.

Kenjaku didn't lose because Yuta's plan of camping and killstealing was simply too brilliant for him to prepare for however, we're given the exact reason kenjaku lost - because he was having too much fun with Takaba.

Which meant what Takaba said earlier was true, if Kenjaku found something funnier, something other than the merger that could make him laugh there'd be no need to go through with the merger to begin with.

Kenjaku loses because all along he could have related to people, formed meaningful relationships with others, looked for meaning in life outside of Jujutsu but just chose not to. Which is also a parallel to this.

Sukuna says that Kashimo and Gojo both lost because they were greedy. They already received love in a way, they had the love of everyone who regarded them as the strongest, they had people who earnestly wanted to challenge them and respected them - which Sukuna sees as a form of love, and yet they still wanted more.

They were the ones who put themselves up on that pedestal and decided to stand above all of humanity, they don't get to whine about being lonely on top of that.

To add my interpretation to Sukuna's speech, what he's outlining is a general conflict in Jujutsu Kaisen, you can choose to be all ego to put personal development above everything else but it comes at the cost of not being able to form relationships. Maki's as powerful as Toji now, but the sister she always wanted to protect is dead and basically committed suicide. Meanwhile Noritoshi Kamo didn't participate in the final battle, but he reconnected with his mother and half-brother.

There are plenty of characters who die and suffer in jujutsu kaisen because they chose to value other people above themselves, because Jujutsu Kaisen rewards selfishness and punishes selflessness / having an underdeveloped sense of self.

I'll pick Mechamaru as my biggest example, he lived to protect Miwa, and not only does he die an unsatisfying death, he also breaks her heart.

However, at least Mechamaru experienced love. His desire to protect Miwa is granted, because Miwa is also out of the final conflict. Mechamaru is one of the most miserable characters in the manga, and yet he experienced love in his life for someone else that made his brief life meaningful. The characters who choose love, and other people over strength tend to get stepped on, but they at least had that love in their life to begin with.

It's a having your cake and eating it too situation. Kashimo chose strength over love, and he got to be so strong he was unbeatable and lived to old age, but not only is he unfulfilled but he whines about being unable to relate to the people around him - you're the one who chose to step on everyone like bugs.

Characters in Jujutsu Kaisen don't just experience death when they try to be selfless however, like yeah there's a disproportionate amont of selfless minor characters who die, but like Yuji is the most selfless character in the manga and he's continually punished for it and yet he's the one referred to as a person with an unbreakable will.

Rather instead of Jujutsu Kiasen preferring the selfish side on the scale of selfishness / selflessness, the kind of messy, deaths that get handed out to people like Mechamaru happen when you betray the ideals you were living for. Whether they were selfish or selfless.

It goes back to Toji's internal monologue. You lose when you lose sight of yourself - like there's some deaths that don't fit the mould but for the most part, Gojo, Kashimo, Toji's and then Kenjaku's deaths all follow this pattern. By coincidence they also all take place offscreen for the most part (I suppose we see Yuta cut off Kenjaku's head but it's quick and unsatisfying compared to all the rest).

Kenjaku died because he betrayed what he was living for and he temporarily lost sight of himself. As I said Kenjaku's airtight principles were that everyone was boring and people weren't worth relating too so the only way to find enertainment in life is to cause chaos - but he found himself relating to some nobody he wrote off as a minor character Takaba and having fun with him. Which meant the belief he was false, he could have tried relating to other people all along he just didn't.

He warped his sense of self to reaffirm his identity. Takaba almost did that too, he tried to blame other people for not finding him funny to protect himself, but he moved past that and redoubled his efforts to make Kenjaku laugh.

There's also the added layer of irony that Kenjaku's sudden death brings about, the person who spent a thousand years trying to make the merger happen doesn't get to see it.

However, here's my assertion on why Kenjaku's death before the merger always had to happen.

Because, even if Kenjaku had seen the merger he still would have been bored.

Literally everything about Kenjaku's character and previous actions shows that even if he made his big scheme come true, he would have gone "meh" and moved onto the next scheme because that's how he always reacts.

He got bored of the death painting siblings, he presumably got bored of Yuji, he got bored of all the ancient sorcerers and new sorcerers he made for the culling game, he worked with the disaster curses and got bored of them and dismissed them as inferior primitive curses, he goes out of the way to engineer these chaotic situations and then never feels any satisfaction from them so why would the Merger be any different?

Not only did Kenjaku die before he saw the merger, he was basically doomed to never see the merger, because it would not have fixed whatever is wrong inside of him.

Because it's not the world that's boring, it's Kenjaku himself.

He gets a brief glimpse of what he could have done in life, that he could have tried to forge connections with the people around him and related to them on a personal level - and then he dies the way he lived, in a kind of boring and unsatisfying way.

It's the narrative punishing him in a way, the same way it punished Gojo, and Kashimo, by not letting him see the big explosion after he went to all the trouble rigging the bombs. It's punishing him for the same reason too - by deviating from his true self and showing what he thought were his reasons were shallow all along. Gojo could have always related to people he just chose to stand on his pedestal alone, and Kenjaku could have always found the world to be more enertaining he was the one dismissing other people as boring without giving them a chance to grow.

Takaba confronted his beliefs and then stayed true to his ideology of making everyone, 100% of the people in the crowd laugh. Kenjaku didn't confront his beliefs, he strayed from them because he didn't have the strength of character to evaluate himself the way Takaba did.

Hence, he's finished off by one of those boring people who used their power in a way he never expected. The main villain is defeated by the comic relief character and it's hilarious.

#jjk meta #kenjaku #fumihiko takaba #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen theory #jujutsu kaisen analysis #jjk spoiler #jujutsu kaisne spoiler #big spoiler actually

[ickadori]

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[summary] toji and his adorable son stop by the convenience store you work at for a few things and end up trashing the place instead.

[cws] none. sfw. gn reader. idk what this is tbh…

You look up from the book you had been engrossed in when a heavy thud sounds, the counter underneath your elbows shaking as someone sets something down.

“Hi, how are you doing today?” You greet on instinct, fingers sliding your bookmark between the pages before pushing it off to the side. You finally look up, eyes going from the hulking man sporting a compression shirt, to the toddler sitting atop his broad shoulders. The boy is a splitting image of, you’re assuming, his father, and you audibly coo at the way he rubs his eyes with his balled up fists and yawns.

“It’s just this.”

“Huh?” You glance down, taking note of the twelve pack of beer on the counter, along with the barrage of chips, cakes and sour candies. “Oh, alright. Would you like a bag?” You scan the first item, a bag of chips, and after he lets out a gruff ‘yes’, you load it into a plastic bag before going to ring up the rest.

“Give it.” You pause before you can drop the yellow cupcake into the bag, and your nose wrinkles as you drop it into the hand extended towards you. Rude much, you think to yourself, but you can’t hold onto your anger when you see the man rip open the packaging before passing the cake up towards the toddler, who’s eagerly making grabby hands and drooling onto the man’s hair. “Greedy brat.”

“Ba-ba.” The ‘brat’ says in response before he’s stuffing nearly the entire cake into his mouth, and you laugh to yourself when a few crumbs fall into the man’s hair.

After all of the snacks are scanned and bagged up, you move to the case of beer next, your eyes flicking up to the clearly of age man as you purse your lips. You think back to his attitude, and deciding that the night is slow enough to take your time and waste his, you let out a regretful sigh and fold your arms on top of the beer case.

“Sorry, Sir, but I’m gonna need to see some ID.” The man’s lips thins out into a thin line, his eyes cold as they stare you down, and you have to admit, begrudgingly, that he’s incredibly handsome. Too bad he seems like a real dick. “It’s policy. Corporate has really been cracking down on us about asking for ID’s with all these kids coming in and buying alcohol. I just don’t wanna get fired, y’know. My tuition isn’t gonna pay itself.”

“Tch.”

Heh.

He rifles in his pocket for his wallet, and when he pulls it out and cracks it open you nearly apologize and offer to cover the bill. He’s got a picture of his son in there, the little boy swaddled in a blue, fuzzy blanket while two puppies, one white and the other black, curl up on either side of him. How adorable!

“Here.” The ID is slid across the counter, and you pick it up and make a show of narrowing your eyes. Toji Fushiguro. You hum as you look it over, nodding your head and tapping at your chin, and you see Toji’s jaw tick out of your peripherals.

“Hm.” You place the ID back onto the counter and slide it back towards him. “Unfortunately, this is a fake and I cannot accept it.”

“Bullshit.”

“As a matter of fact, I think I should ban you from the store for trying to pull a fast one on me.”

“Stop fucking around. That’s a real ID.” The little boy has finished his cake, and has taken to eating the crumbs from his father’s hair. “Or are you too stupid to know a real from a fake? Might wanna double check the place you’re paying your tuition to, because they’re not teaching you shit.”

You gape for a second, eyes moving between him and the very impressionable child on his shoulders, before huffing out a breath. “What kind of example are you setting for your—is that a dog?” You lean to the side to get a better view of the fluff of white you just saw, and you blink at the dog that’s weaving between Toji’s legs. Is that… the dog from the picture! “It’s a dog!”

“Megumi.” Toji calls, and then he’s reaching his arms up to snag hold of the boy, now known as Megumi, and placing him on the floor. “The dogs don’t come out inside.” Megumi frowns and makes a show of crossing his arms, and you snicker under your breath, causing his attention to turn to you as he looks up.

He looks at you for a moment, and then he’s making a gesture with his hand, which Toji tries to smack away but is too late, and then something soft and fuzzy is brushing against your ankle. The sudden appearance of whatever that was (you were too frazzled to immediately check) punches a scream out of your lungs, and you flinch back, foot accidentally kicking against the thing that had touched you.

An angry bark sounds not even a second later, and the next few moments are nothing short of chaos.

Toji tries to grab the white dog only for it to take off down one of the aisles, jumping at shelves and knocking down everything in its path as it yaps happily. Finally looking down, you see that the black dog from the photo is at your feet —how the hell did behind the counter without you noticing— and growling at you, seemingly miffed about you stepping on them, as if you had meant to do it.

Thinking that you were about to lose a leg, you quickly clamber up onto the counter, prompting the dog to jump up there as well, but they ignore you completely in turn for joining their partner in crime in wrecking the store.

Toji stands in the same spot, Megumi standing off to the side with an expression that seems a bit too smug for a kid his age, and you deflate as you let your legs dangle from the counter, head drooping down until your chin is touching your chest. “Well, I’m fired.” And the pay had been decent, too!

When you look up again, the dogs are gone, the store is thoroughly trashed, and Toji is sipping on one of the beers that he’s yet to pay for. Feeling a bit doomed at the job search ahead of you, you hold your hand out to him. He glances at him and takes a slow sip before speaking.

“Got some ID?”

“Got some money to pay for all the damages your dogs just caused?”

He tuts, but a second later a can of beer is slapped into your hand and you’re cracking the top. You take a sip, face immediately screwing up at the taste, and eye him for a moment. “Hey, where do you work?”

“They’re not hiring.”

“Hmph.” After taking another sip that you hold your breath through, you push the bag of snacks and opened case of beer towards him. “Just take it and go.”

“Megumi.” Toji calls, and the little boy dashes to his side and lifts his arms. He’s picked up in one swift motion and placed back onto his dad’s shoulders, and you hum to yourself.

“One last question.”

Toji is already on his way out of the store as he throws a ‘what’ over his shoulder.

“Are you looking for a babysitter?”

#toji x reader #jjk x reader

[copperbadge]

I had some questions about the "Roman Bread" on my Pompeii food post, including what the string that bound the loaves was for and had I ever tried it. I don't tend to like working with wet/slack doughs or sourdough, both of which the Roman bread was, but at the time I did have two loaves of beer bread rising, so I figured I'd try out the string technique. This beer bread is a relatively soft dough that normally bakes inside a pre-heated cast-iron pan in a very hot oven, which is actually similar to how Roman bread would have baked.

[ID: Three photos of a loaf of beer bread; in the first, the unbaked dough is sitting on parchment, bound with a string around the outside and with scoremarks in the top to divide it into wedges. In the second, the baked loaf is resting on a cooling rack, the scoremarks evident but not overly deep; in the third, I am holding the bread by the string around its edge, as it dangles sideways in the air.]

The most widely-held theory is that the string allowed a customer to carry the loaf easily, although bakers have pointed out (and I believe classicists generally agree) that binding the dough also gives it more structure. The loaf definitely stood much taller and baked up "higher" with a binding made from doubled-over butcher's twine than it would have normally. I scored the top with a lame, but the scoring didn't hold as true as I'd have liked; bakers who have done more work with Roman bread generally don't score it this way and instead use a floured dowel to press all the way through the dough and then let it come back together, which is how they believe ancient bakers did it.

Some bakers have said that tying the string around the middle also allows you to rip the loaf lengthwise, splitting top and bottom; mine didn't work super well for that, but I also was working with a stronger crumb, I suspect.

But yeah, all in all, the string is useful if you want to give your loaf more structure and held the bread well enough that I certainly could have carried it around an ancient market if I'd had a mind to.

#food #sam cooks #bread #ancient baking #ancient food #history #rome #pompeii

[goldsainz]

masterlist.

a/n: this was going to be longer, but i just couldn’t get myself to do such a long piece. honestly, there’s not a lot of harry mentioning, but it’s still a fun piece, i’m just giving you crumbs. this isn’t the peak of my writing, especially since this is my first time doing second person POV, tumblr is making me try things id never thought i’d do!!

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Y/N Y/LN Keeps A Straight Face While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones 

The interview begins with you sat across Sean Evans, the line up of sauces making your heart beat a little faster, not sure how much spice you were actually able to bear.

“Hey everybody! Today we are joined by Y/N Y/L/N, who you may recognise from too many movies and shows to name! She is an Oscar nominated actress, Emmy Award Winner, and an overall talented person. Her most recent project, Don’t Worry Darling which comes out this September 23rd, is coming in no time, so don’t forget to buy your tickets.” Sean introduces you, a stifled laugh leaving your lips. “Y/N welcome to the show!”

“Thank you very much! I’m quite nervous right now, my manager said this could get spicy really quick, but I’m not sure what she meant by that.” You grinned, that signature, award winning smile plastered on your face.

“That depends on how good you are with spicy food, do you have a high tolerance?”

“I think so? It’s not something that scares me while ordering food, but I’m not actively seeking it. But seeing all of these hot sauces is making me sweat just a tad bit much right now.”

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“I’ve actually watched a couple of the Hot Ones interviews.” You confess, making Sean look impressed that you watched that sort of content.

“Now I have to know more, this is one of the best compliments I’ll get in a lifetime.” He then mutters something you didn’t quite get, but it seemed like a praise towards you.

“Well yeah, I sometimes scroll through Youtube, see it pop up, and someone I like is on the cover and I just click it. I used to go ‘Wow, thank god my manager would never make me go on that, don’t think my spice tolerance is that good’, but now I’m here so it seems like the tables have turned for me!” 

“I guess I don’t have to tell you how this works, or which sauces go first then.”

“I’ve taken some work off your hands!” You say with a laugh. 

“Let’s take a bite then, shall we?” Sean asks, while you nod your head and grab the first wing.

You take a bite, realising it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all, there was a hint of spice but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Okay so how are we feeling with wing number one?”

“Pretty good, my confidence level is on a solid 8 for now.” You just knew you would take your words back a couple of wings later, but maybe if you lied to yourself a little it wouldn’t be that hard.

“You said in an interview a while back that you enjoyed cooking, especially spicy food because it was funny seeing how some people crumbled when eating certain dishes. Who would you say had the funniest reaction?” 

“I once cooked for Taylor Swift, she’s a good friend of mine who I’ve learnt doesn’t take spice as well as she says she does.” You admit, and if anyone wasn’t watching the interview and just hearing it, they’d almost be able to hear your smile. “I made a dish, I might’ve messed up the amount of chillies I put on it, and I didn’t realise it was that bad until she had tears in her eyes, I felt horrible about it!”

“Did she tell you it was too spicy?”

“She was trying to be nice about it, she was full on coughing, and her words were of comfort because she didn’t want me to feel bad!” Everyone in the room lets out a laugh at your words, nobody was really surprised to know that Taylor was just that sweet.

“Would you say Taylor is one of your closest friends in the industry?” It was a tough question, because being a close friend was such a different question for someone like you, someone who did what you did.

“She’s been through a lot with me, I’ve been through a lot with her. Sometimes we don’t talk as often as we would like, but when we do it’s like we had talked everyday.” 

“You met all the way back in 2014, right?” 

“At the Met Gala, it was my first one, it wasn’t hers though. We sat at the same table, we talked all throughout it, and the rest is history.”

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The second wing had proven to still be bearable. You weren’t quite sure when you would get hit with all the heat, but you were enjoying your time so far.

“Don’t Worry Darling was a process that took a while to make because of Covid. In fact, filming had to stop because a crew member tested positive, making you have to go through a quarantining process. What was it like filming with such heavy health regulations?” 

“It was hard, nothing was really like it used to be. Filming was still fun, but there were many things I hadn’t actually taken notice of until Covid started.” Your brows furrowed, a crease on your forehead present. “Kissing scenes were different, probably the ones we had to be the most precise while filming. They had us take a disinfectant mouthwash, which was very minty, at least it ensured your partner wouldn’t have bad breath!” You joked, lightening the mood of a heavy question.

“Was there a limit for the amount of times you could film such scenes?”

“For sure, we tried to make them work each time, there really wasn’t a lot of goofing around because it was a health risk just to film them. You couldn’t just improvise a kiss, you would have to consult with your partner if they were comfortable with the possibility of you doing that. Harry was always very respectful of boundaries, he never tried to do anything that crossed a line or could just be awkward in general.”

“Would you say that there had to be a lot of trust involved, more than the usual amount?” 

“Of course! Before Covid if you didn’t really like your partner you’d just film the scenes, talk with your intimacy coordinator about what crossed a boundary, what didn’t, and then you would just go on with your day. Now, you need to build a certain trust, like the one you’d have with a friend just to make the experience of filming a good one, and not have to shoot a million times because you can’t get the right look of love, or whatever you’re supposed to convey.” 

“That seems like a very exhausting process.” Sean says, and you just nod at his words, knowing that it was exhausting but also made you get to know the love of your life a lot sooner in the process. 

“I’m eyeing the third wing very hard right now, I didn’t eat a lot today so this is kind of my lunch.” 

“Let’s dig in then!” And that you do.

“Oh! This one hits you instantly, I wasn't really expecting it.” He laughs at your comment, but mostly at the straight face you had while eating your wing.

“It just keeps on hitting from now on!” You just throw your head back with a laugh, a groan slipping from your lips.

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“I’m gonna ask you a question, is that okay?” Many interviewers didn’t take it very well when you asked them questions, they felt as though you were taking up their job. So you had learnt it was better to ask and be turned down, than asking right away and having someone be mad backstage.

“Go for it!”

“If at some point I drink some milk, is that a sign of me starting to give up?” 

“No, definitely not. Most people drink milk to cleanse their palate, we are not gonna shame you on how well you are doing based on if you drink something or not.”

“Alright, I’m not gonna drink anything yet, but good to know.”

“If you don’t drink anything, then I won’t either.” He decided, making you laugh in response, you probably hadn’t laughed so much in an interview in a very long time.

“You are a very private person, do you find it difficult to manage your public life, your work life, from the private one?”

“I’ve gotten better over the years, when I didn’t have the exposure I had now, I didn’t worry about paparazzi catching moments I wanted to keep for myself.”

“Are relationships the hardest part?” There it was, the relationship question, at least it wasn’t a speculation over who it was. That much was appreciated.

“Maybe? If your partner is famous then it probably is, you don’t only have to balance the image you give for yourself but theirs too. If they’re not famous, then people will start spreading rumours over who they are, what they are doing with someone famous, it can become overwhelming very quickly.”

“But you don’t hide your relationships like some do, you just keep them private, is that correct?”

“Yeah, being someone’s secret isn’t nice. I keep the first months private just because you’re still getting to know each other, and having those moments ruined by the public is not what I want.” 

“I’m sure that what you do want is this fourth wing!” You were grateful for Sean’s ability to make his guests comfortable, to make the awkwardness not so overbearing. 

“I sure do, Sean!”

You both take a bite, the flavours are good and you remain with a straight face, even when the heat does creep up.

“I’m loving the composure you’re maintaining.” You giggle at his words, making him laugh along with you.

“I’ve done years of acting, some things I’ve taken with me.”

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“Are your eyes glossy?” Sean asks, his voice holding a shocked tone.

“What? No!” You respond, your hand over your mouth as you still had food in it.

“Just wondering if the heat is catching up to you, that’s all.”

“I promise, the fifth wing has not gotten to me.” 

“You are known to never take things personally, even when asked rude questions you are never rude in return. Does it get tiring to maintain your composure at times?”

“There definitely have been times in which I want to snap at someone, mainly because they’re being rude, but I feel that if you don’t give them the attention they seek they won’t continue their behavior. I mean, most of them catch the hint, some of them are persistent though.”

“That’s a very interesting thought process, is there someone who taught you to do that?”

“Nope! That’s just been me learning over the years, the industry will make you learn things you never thought you’d need to know.” You say with a sigh, looking at the backstage of the set, not at anyone in particular.

“Talking of the industry, what has been the best piece of advice a celebrity has given you?”

“Do not search your name on social media unless your manager says so.” You confess, the tightness in your voice evident.

“Wow, that’s powerful, can you tell us why?” 

“Because people are mean, and I know that they say with fame comes hate, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I sometimes have the urge to go on twitter, see what people are saying about me at the moment, yet you never know what you might see.”

“I can understand that. I can definitely say I’ve looked up my own name, not much has come up as I’d imagine it would for someone with your influence.” Sean praises, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“You never know what to expect from the internet. After I did the reading thirst tweets interview, I for sure won’t look up my name.” An uncomfortable laugh is let out, and he just joins in.

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You were just two wings away from finishing the interview. Your cheeks were definitely a redder than they were at the start, sweat was evident on the top of your brows, but you were still taking the challenge like a champ. Or as best as you could, the heat definitely wasn’t really helping with your perception of things.

“You said your confidence level was 8 at the start, what are you at now?”

“Maybe five, five’s good, I feel like sipping some milk but I can still do this.” You say with slight raspiness to your voice.

“You always say fashion is your passion, and with your collaborations over the years with different brands, what was your overall favourite outfit in ‘Don’t Worry Darling’?” 

“Tough question, there are many answers, but I’d have to say the fuchsia dress was one of my favourites. It was so beautiful I wanted to take it home with me, but I couldn’t!”

“They wouldn’t let Y/N Y/L/N take a dress?”

“No, they didn’t! Genuinely can’t be mad though, they take time to make, so I completely understand not wanting to ruin a piece someone could’ve spent weeks working on.”

“Did you ever take anything from the set at any point?”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” You tease him, which just makes him laugh while shaking his head, “I did take something, yes. Can’t really confess what, but there is one person who knows what it was, and it’s just because they were my partner in crime.”

“So that secret is going right to the grave of two people?”

“That it will!”

“You only have two wings left, so let’s make it one!”

“This sounds so rude, but I cannot wait for this to be over. I’m loving everything about this, but the spice? Fuck no.”

You grab your wing and make a cheering motion, and just take a bite out of it. Maybe you should’ve gone a bit softer on the bite, because the heat kicks you instantly. It feels like a volcano eruption, which makes you feel uneasy about how the last wing will truly be.

“It’s kicking in, isn’t it?” Sean asks 

“It is! I don’t know why you’re eating this so willingly, you do this every other day, mate! You don’t have to prove anything to me, I promise.” 

“I know I don’t, this is just my job at this point, eating hot wings for a living!”

“You could not pay me enough to do that. Mad respect, truly, if anyone needs a pat in the back, it’s you!” Your voice is nasally, and you’re sure you have a somewhat runny nose by now.

“You seem like a very sweet person, being respectful to those around you is something not all celebrities engage in. Is that something that can become hard to leave behind when filming scenes for characters which aren’t nice at all?”

“It can get hard sometimes. I don’t particularly engage with the whole ‘Method Acting’ thing many people seem to do, I find it to be unnecessary, and it doesn’t look like a fun experience.” You were trying your hardest to not start any drama with your words, but you could just see the headlines twisting your words.

“So you’d say that filming should be fun?”

“Maybe not so much the filming, but the portraying a character. I’ve seen it firsthand when an actor loses who they are because they went too far with the creative process of being a character. We’re all free to do what we please, but if it harms you or others? I draw the line there.” 

“Has there ever been a moment where being a character took a toll on you?”

“There have been quite a few, it’s not the nicest experience to be honest. I couldn’t go to work because I just couldn’t bear being called my character’s name. I obviously got over it fairly quickly because there’s not much time for tears when you’re more than halfway into a project.” You gulp, your eyes become glossy all of a sudden, evidently not because of any wing. “This got very emotional quickly, don’t know how that happened.”

This time when you looked backstage, there was a certain someone with his thumbs up looking right at you. A small smile, a fond one, formed right on your lips. 

“It’s okay, heavy questions have heavy answers.”

“Something that’s looking quite heavy is this last wing.” Sean laughs at your comment, making the small smile overtake your face in a split second.

“Now you don’t have to do this, but I sometimes add more sauce on the last wing to end it with a bang. Are you willing to join in?”

“I’m gonna regret saying yes, but why not, can’t let you do it alone now.”

The moment you say that he opens the bottle in front of him, and pours some sauce on it. You eye your bottle skeptically, the overwhelming smell of it hitting your nostrils in a split second. You don’t drench your wing like he does, just place a drop of it.

“Cheers!” 

“Cheers!” 

You are more cautious with your bite this time, you don't jump in for such a big bite. You're sure it looks like a bird is biting the wing, but you're not about to risk your tongue being burnt off. 

Your face is still stoic, and honestly, youre just doing it so your pride is not as hurt when your friends and family watch the interview. You’re sure Harry will be the first one to tease you about something, yet you can’t wait to hear everything he says, especially since he’s getting every single bit of it.

“Your face is not saying much, so how are you?” You can only respond with a cough, which makes Sean laugh.

“Not good over here! I think I’m gonna have to cave in, and drink some milk.” You’re not quite sure why your voice is so hoarse, but it’s a little funny to hear.

“Go for it!”

You gulp the glass of coconut milk, grateful that it’s not cow milk. You never liked the taste of cow milk by itself.

“Fuck’s sake, that’s lovely, best feeling ever!” You breathe out through a quiet laugh, the slightest drops of milk dripping down your face. Someone off-camera gives you a couple of tissues, and you thank them.

“Everything better now?”

“I’m not sure!”

“The good thing is this is over!”

“No more wings?” 

“No more wings.”

“I genuinely can’t believe I made it through this, especially after the 8th wing.” You say with a shudder, remembering how it burnt 

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“We are finally done!” Sean says, making you know that there’s practically only the credits left.

“Woo!” You cheer, pumping your fists in their air.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’ve conquered this challenge! Anything left you have to say?”

“But your tickets for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ because it’s a great movie, and I’m so excited for all of you to see it!”

“That’s it for today, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having me.” You say, blowing some kisses to the cameras around you. 

The interview ends with a couple of claps, and one of the biggest smiles on your face as you try to hide your face to dissolve the attention from you.

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Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Part One of Five? Series Masterlist.

Summary: When you move to Hawkins to start over, your new unexpected friendship with your weed dealer next door is your saving grace. It was never your intention to fall in love with him though.

Word count : 3.3K (strangers to friends - friends to lovers)

Warnings: SLOW BURN. None for right now besides the mention of smoking weed but future chapters will be NSFW. My blog is 18 plus.

Authors Note: If anyone is curious this series was inspired by Meatloaf’s Paradise By The Dashboard Light and the idea of being Eddie’s weed dealing passenger princess. I was also inspired by @boomhauer ‘s interpretation of Wayne when I wrote him in this. If you haven’t read disjointed I highly recommend it. Also thank you to my wife @myobmaya for reading it and convincing me it’s good 💞 comments, likes and reblogs are welcome!

Chapter One: Bat Out Of Hell

Leaving the city and disappearing to a small town seemed like a good idea after you dropped out of high school and got your GED. The excitement of a fresh start and the escape of your problems blinded you from one small obstacle. What happens when you run out of weed? It had only been three short months since you moved to Hawkins, making friends had become a nearly impossible feat. No one ever warns you how hard it is to make friends when you’re not in school anymore.

College was for the rich kids. Selling your soul to the work force at sixteen you were more then prepared to live paycheck to paycheck till your last dying breath. The rainy day fund you had saved dwindling dangerously low, you’ve never been more thankful to start a new job in a few days.

The heavy clank of metal pierces your ears, smashing the top and bottom of your grinder together you hope to salvage enough for just one last bowl. The light green powder from the chamber dusts the top of your black coffee table. After one last hard blow you give up with a huff.

Scraping the keef you’d managed to collect with your ID, it’s a steady hand that prepares the fragile task of getting it into your bowl. Taking your time you slowly edge it to the end of the table doing your best not to spill any precious crumbs. Tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, you are the definition of laser focused.

“OBEY YOUR MASTER - MASTER”

The sound of James Hertfield’s voice is so loud you’d think Metallica was having a concert outside of your trailer door. The disturbance makes you jump. The plastic edge of your ID bends back before it pops forward sending the remains of your weed flying to the carpet of your living room. A loud honk of a horn sends another unexpected shock through your body, hands flying your grinder hits the floor with a loud thud.

Eddie fucking Munson.

The only reason you knew his name was because you heard the older man he lived with yelling it all the time. You could tell the older man wasn’t his dad, but the simple interactions you’d see definitely told you they were family.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. Self control dwindling dangerously low, it takes everything inside of you not to storm over there and punch him between the eyes.

When the thought of physical violence starts seeming more like a extreme response you decide a cigarette is better then nothing. Pushing yourself up off the floor you rummage through your purse on the kitchen table. Finding the crumpled pack smashed at the bottom, a relived sigh leaves your lips when there’s still one more.

Crisp October air hits your skin like knives when you step out your front door. The thin material of your black hoodie barely fights the chill in the wind. Sunset filling the sky with hues of pink and orange it crests over the tops of the trees. The crunch of the gravel beneath your feet could still be heard over the sound of Eddie’s van. His music now at a respectable volume since his grumpy ‘roommate’ was standing at the top of the porch steps. The older mans arms are crossed over his chest, the kind of stance that told you he was ready to give the metal head an earful.

Plopping down on at the wooden table in the middle of the park, you cup your hand over your mouth lighting the cigarette. Getting ready for the show, it’s Eddie Munson’s Karma for wasting the last of your weed.

“Boy, what’d I tell you about the volume of your damn music?!”

Jumping out of the van with a slam of his door, he’s wearing the same thing you’ve almost always seen him in. A leather jacket clad with a denim vest, a metal head’s battle vest with a giant DIO patch sloppily sewn on the back. Even at the end of summer when you moved here, you never saw him without it. Nose scrunching up you know a boy like that probably doesn’t even wash it. His hair looked even more wild then usual, long dark waves sticking out in every direction. The extra body in his curls probably from speeding down the back roads with his windows down. Blasting Metallica so loud its a miracle he’s not deaf.

“Uncle Wayne, I didn’t know you were gonna be home.” With his arms behind his back you notice a metal black lunch box, his stance making it painfully obvious he was hiding it from who you now know is his Uncle’s view.

“You didn’t know I was home? You think our neighbors magically don’t complain if I’m not here?” His hands get more animated as his arms uncross, temper flaring at his nephew.

“Look, it’s not gonna happen again can you calm down please?” Moving forward slightly you watch him tuck the lunch box on top of his van tire hidden from view.

Eddie Munson was sneaky.

“Calm down? I’ll show you calm boy.” Stomping down the stairs you watch his uncle flick him between the eyes.

The whole ordeal becoming so entertaining you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out of your mouth. The noise catches both men’s attention, heads snapping in your direction Eddie’s eyes narrow at the grin on your face. It’s not like you hadn’t seen each other before, but it was only ever awkward smiles or the occasional neighborly wave.

“Can you chill you’re embarrassing me.” Eddie’s tone is hushed when he scolds his uncle.

Inhaling a deep puff of your cigarette you exhale through your nose arching your brow. This was better karma then you could have ever asked for.

“Embarrass you? You should be embarrassed, I’m sure she heard you fly in here like a bat out of hell!” Wayne looks back up giving a short wave before addressing you directly. “I apologize for my nephews rudeness, I hope he didn’t disturb you too much.”

His Uncle was doubling down on embarrassing him. Realizing how much you liked this old man, you were more then ready to play his game.

“As long as it doesn’t happen again, scared me so bad I had to come out and smoke!” You give raising your cigarette in the air the prove it. The smirk on your face only grows wider when you see the glare Eddie’s sending your way. He knew what you were doing.

“It definitely won’t. Right?!” Wayne gives Eddie a look that’s just begging for him to try it.

“Yeah, sorry, won’t happen again.” Grumbling you catch the small roll of his eyes.

“Thanks so much!” Sweetness oozing from your voice, you know it’s the added cherry on top.

“Get inside, Dinner’s on the table and I better not get any calls about that guitar playing at 3am again tonight.”

Wayne doesn’t notice the way Eddie’s eyes dart between you and the hidden lunch box as he pushes him up the steps. Both men disappearing into the trailer leaving you alone in the quiet of dusk. Inhaling again, you close you eyes enjoying the peace and quiet for a minute.The low hum of crickets in the distance calming your previously tense mood. Nicotine hitting the the top of your head, the familiar light headed feeling you’d been craving finally consumes you.

The front door opens again half way expecting Eddie, you’re surprised when it’s just Wayne. His bald head is covered by a baseball cap, paper sack lunch in hand. His heavy work boots stomp down their wooden stairs echoing through the quiet of the park. Kind eyes on you again he smiles before he talks.

“I’m Wayne by the way, I noticed you moved in a few months ago. I’m sorry I haven’t come over to say hi, I work nights so I’m asleep for most of the day.” His voice is gruff but warm when he speaks to you, different then the intensity he spoke with his nephew. You can’t help but feel comfortable in his presence.

Light flashes out of an opening from blinds of the front window catching your attention, big brown eyes meet yours and you realize Eddie’s watching the two of you. The sight makes your lips twitch up.

“Hey, don’t even worry about it. I’m y/n, I moved here from Indianapolis.” Smiling with your teeth you try your best to be friendly with your new neighbor.

“Are you parents living with you? You don’t look much older then my nephew.” Racking your brain you decide to give him the least complicated answered you could muster, forgetting how nosy small town people were.

“Uhhh no, it’s just me. Got my GED and just moved somewhere more affordable. I start at Family Video Friday actually.” Biting your bottom lip, you hope this will be enough information for him to stop pressing and go to work.

“You can’t be older then 20.” He seems just shocked enough not to come off rude.

“I’m 21 actually.” Snuffing the cigarette out all you can think about is how much you want another one.

“Well Eddie’s 20, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing you around.” Having noticed your eyes darting to the window he turns around and waves. Eddie’s eyes go wide before the blinds shut quickly. Wayne turns around with a pleased smile on his face, their dynamic slowly becoming your new favorite thing.

“Don’t be a stranger, if you need anything at all just come on over and knock, I’m handy around the house. Don’t let one anyone in town over charge you, they like taking advantage of young women such as yourself.”

The kindness in his gesture stuns you for a minute, so used to doing things yourself there’s something about it that makes you feel less alone. Your new neighbors making this feel more like home.

“Thanks, I appreciate that!” You smile brightly at the older man “Have a good night at work Wayne, I’ll make sure Eddie doesn’t burn the place down.” Winking you relish in the deep chuckle you earn from the joke.

“Glad to have another set of eyes on em’. Have a good night darlin’.” With a wave of his calloused hand he makes his way to his car.

Watching Wayne’s headlights disappear as he turns on the main road, you start a silent count down waiting to see how long it takes Eddie to come collect his mysterious lunch box. When you hit six the front door flies open so loudly you think it might rip off the hinges. Graceful was absolutely not in his vocabulary. Leaning forward on his tippy toes you see him check the road for any sign of his Uncle.

“He’s gone, you can come get your secret little box.” Swinging your leg back over the bench you get ready to head back home.

“You thought that was real funny huh?” Dirty white Reeboks pad down the steps, a playful smile on his lips despite the sassy tone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Fraying innocence, the smirk that seemed to be becoming a permanent part of your face around him tugs up corners of your mouth again.

Shaking his head, his own smile grows wider as he makes his way to his van. Rings shimmering from the hand on the hood of his car he leans down grabbing the metal box. Pulling it out he shakes it at you letting the contents shuffle around inside.

“Wanna burn one?” Lifting his brows he bites his bottom lip into a smile. Eddie Munson wasn’t just sneaky, Eddie Munson was cute.

“Depends on what we’re burning.” You tease doing your best not to seem too eager. Silently praying to the gods that the man who single handedly wasted your last bowl might now be your new weed supply.

Walking across the unpaved road his fluffy hair bounces with the long strides of his lanky legs, a goofy grin never leaving his face as he approaches you.

The sun having nestled behind the trees leaves you and Eddie in the early darkness of the night. The loud buzz of the street light kicking on drowns out the crickets hidden in the long grass.

“Well sweetheart that depends on what your smoking.” Plopping down across from you, swinging your leg back over you position yourself to face him.

Up close he was even cuter then from the distance you were accustomed to seeing him at. It’s almost enough to make your confidence falter. The plan was to focus on yourself when you moved here, not to get distracted by a boy. Eddie Munson had the potential to be very distracting, especially with the way he licked his lips as he took in your features too.

“Well you do owe me.” Leaning forward you rest your elbows on the table. Chin tucked between your knuckles you look up at him through your lashes.

Noticing the way his breath catches when your eyes meet, your bravado's much easier to keep up with now. Shaking his head with a small smirk he averts his attention back down to his lunch box, flipping the top open to reveal exactly what you’d hoped was inside.

“Why exactly do I owe you?” Mimicking your position he leans forward invading your personal space. His chocolate eyes are deep and all consuming, a flirty playfulness hidden behind his pupils

Despite the redness in your cheeks and your sudden need to remember how to breathe, you refuse to break. He was going to give you free weed.

“Your little stunt earlier made me drop the last of my weed all over my livingroom carpet. Your uncle was right when he called you a bat out of hell.” Smirking, your proud of the fact that you get him to roll his eyes before he leans back to dig a rolled joint out of the tin.

“Just because I’m feeling generous, not because you’ve convinced yourself that I owe you for being clumsy. Consider it a belated welcome to Hell, I mean Hawkins.”

“Clumsy? It sounded like Metallica was outside my front door.” Scoffing, your eyes catch how fat the joint between his fingers is, the sight is almost enough to make your mouth water. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you can’t help but admire how much better it looks when it’s sitting in Eddie Munson’s very kissable mouth.

“You know Metallica?” He asks holding the joint between his teeth, he cups a hand over it to block the wind from snuffing out the flame of his zippo lighter. It’s big, silver, and gaudy just like the rings that littered his fingers. With a devil etched into the metal of it, even just knowing him for a few minutes you could tell it was very on brand for the man in front of you.

“I’m more of a Meatloaf girl but I dabbled in Ride the Lightning.” Eyes trained on the way the smoke exhales from his nostrils, he raises his eyebrows impressed with your answer.

His big hand reaches out passing the joint, the remainder of his hit leaving his mouth as he speaks.

“That album does fucking rock, but have you heard their new one yet?”

Eddie’s eyes can’t stop looking at the way your lips wrap around the joint. It was hard for him to get over just how pretty you were up close. A beautiful girl who smokes weed and has good taste in music? Give him a few more minutes of conversation and he just might fall in love.

Inhaling deeply the smoke hits your lungs in a comforting tightness, closing your eyes you savor the feeling for a second.

“I did about thirty minutes ago.” Exhaling you you can’t help but smile around the white cloud that leaves your mouth.

Rolling his eyes again, he sighs dramatically. “Look -“ Snapping his fingers he points at you realizing he never actually got your name.

“Y/N” Taking another hit you pass it back to him, finger tips brushing together like an electric current.

“Look, Y/N if we’re going to be friends you’re gonna have to let that go. I will not feel bad about blessing your ears with my impeccable taste in music.” Eddie’s grin makes his dimples peak out from the middle of his cheeks.

“Bold of you to assume we’re going to be friends.”

“We’ll be inseparable just watch, I can spot a creep from a mile away.” Handing you the half smoked joint back his smile falters when headlights turn into the entrance of the trailer park.

Turning to meet his line of sight you see a pick up truck with four boys, all of them dawning green letterman jackets. Rowdy and rude, two of them sit in the bed of the truck beer cans in hand. Another with a Hawkins baseball cap dangles out of the passenger window, letting out a loud whistle when he sees you and Eddie.

“Hey! There’s the freak!” One of them yells with a point of his finger as the truck comes to a stop next to his van.

“What the fuck?” Confused you turn around and see all the playfulness drain from Eddie’s handsome features. His face growing cold, eyes narrowing at the nickname.

“Come on Munson, leave the girl alone. I’m sure she’s not interested in joining your little satanic cult.” A blonde haired boy with a face you wanted to sucker punch emerges from the driver side door. His blue eyes piercing in a way that felt almost evil.

“We’ve got 50 bucks and a game to get to, can we hurry this up?” The one from passenger window calls before throwing a wink in your direction.

Gagging dramatically you flip him off. Your anger quickly turning to shock when you see him closing up his lunch box. He was listening to them.

“Are you seriously going to sell to them?” The disbelief is more then evident in your voice as you watch him get to his feet.

“Bills gotta get paid sweetheart.” Its simple when it comes out of his mouth. Knowing better then most the struggles of making ends meet, you feel stupid for even getting mad at him.

A plastic bag with about an eighth of weed slaps down on the table in front of you, the smile you had quickly grown fond of returning to his face.

“This is for flipping that asshole off.” He says in a low voice before giving you wink. With out giving you time to respond he’s gone, jogging over to the impatient group of boys. Turning back around mid way his smile grows even bigger before adding “Definitely not for the loud music though!”

Rolling your eyes you can’t stop the shit eating grin that takes over your face, snuffing out the joint you pocket the gift from your new friend.

Making your way back to your trailer you can’t help but feel a smidgin of hope for the first time in a long time, maybe moving here was a good idea. Or maybe it was just Eddie Munson’s really good weed. Either way you want to bask in this feeling for as long as you can. Something telling you a friendship with the clumsy, sweet, pot dealing metal head next door is exactly what you need right now.

Chapter Two.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #joseph quinn #wayne munson #steve harrington #robin buckley

[kwoojii]

why Player/Brain (Plain if u will) is already a great ship

1) its angsty

player doesnt remember anything from their previous life, but dont you think theyd be curious? Brain holds all the memories, but brain knows that the tragedy would be overwhelming for player. This could lead to some potential dilemma on how to tell player. Alternatively, brain could also be blunt (as always) but this would still overwhelm player. This would lead to potential hurt/comfort and apology scenes between the two. Additionally, brain is the sole survivor in khml Scala from the tragedy of daybreak town. I would imagine its alienating and lonely, especially without chirithy. Seeing player must give him relief, but when player tells him they dont remember anything, brain is back to square one. Players memories, though forgotten, are not lost. The more the duo spends time together, the more they can grieve what was lost. Together they can make new friends and turn a new page, for themselves and the future

2) unlikely friends (therefore its funny)

Khux player is canonically not talkative and brain is not the type to talk bc hes friendly. I doubt brain saw player as a friend and player probably did not consider brain as a close friend. But with khml, theyre probably scrutinized for being the odd ones out in scala. Two outsiders (clodleth fam youll like this) finding company with each other, though they may have different views on how to make friends. Id imagine their friendship is a clumsy one, but theyd learn that they compliment e/o quite well. With their undying loyalty, grievances for ephemer and their friends, willingness to sacrifice themselves, and openness to learn about each other, i think they would trust eo the most in khml. They can also be hilariously blunt so bickering would def be their love language

3) brain (lol) and brawn

Brain sent player to go check out grand central station while brain stayed back to do the lore lifting, must i say more? You cannot tell me brain would be fascinated with players rusted starlight and send them out for data

4) default black and white duo/light and darkness duo

Default player is shown to wear white clothes with blond hair, meanwhile brain has black hair with black attire. We love our black n white duos (ie skuld/eph, xeha/eraqus, brain/eph, bugs bunny n daffy duck). They r aesthetically pleasing!!!

5) last bit, but they wouldnt even realize theyre in love this ship lives off the foundation of complete hurt/comfort and trust, not romance

They are slow burn to the max, if anything. They protect eo in battle ferociously, but only bc they need eo for their respective goals. They sleep in the same bed to comfort eo for nightmares but they arent friends. Brain cooks breakfast, but— 🤓

Anyway as khml comes out and we may not get any plain crumbs at all, pls remember me at my grave 😚🙏 i ofc will be sticking around for the plot. Im so excited for khml AAAA

#kingdom hearts #kh #khml #kh plain #kh brain #kh player #kh keykid #kwoo snack time #see my vision guys #i never usually talk here but this felt necesary #plain is so funny and emotional at the same time

[spaceistheplaceart]

body swap - leaving the house (reigen's POV)

mobs POV

first comic

(pls rb!)

ID UNDER CUT

for the purposes of this transcript, I will be calling Reigen in Mob's body "Reigen". But keep in mind he looks like Mob.

Reigen eats breakfast next to Ritsu with a very happy face. He has crumbs around his mouth. He thinks to himself: "This tastes so good... I should get back into cooking... sorry for eating your breakfast, mob! I'll pay you back in takoyaki later, okay? Wait, Mob..."

He frowns and thinks: "I have no idea where he is right now."

Close up of Reigen's hand holding a spoon with food inside. He thinks: "Well I'd assume he's in my body right now. But if he isn't... then is his spirit just... floating around? fuck, I really have no clue."

He raises the spoon up to his open mouth, but it bends. The spoon has a purple aura around it.

Reigen scowls at Ritsu, pointing the bent spoon at him accusingly. He says "hey, what's the big idea, ritsu!? don't bend my spoon, I was trying to eat!"

Ritsu glances at him, slightly annoyed. He says "Eh? that wasn't me, shige... that was you."

Mob's mother crosses her arms and scolds Reigen: "Shigeo, don't go blaming your brother for that bad habit of yours." Mob's dad smiles and leans over. He says "Aw, c'mon, dear! They're just being brothers!"

Reigen straightens up, sweating. "Uh! yes, ma'am- mom. Yes, mom." He says.

Ritsu hands a spoon to Reigen. "Here, I unbent it for you."

Reigen takes the spoon and says. "Oh, uh. Thanks, ritsu."

Cut to later, Reigen in Mob's room. Mob's mother yells up at him: "SHIGE! GET DRESSED!"

Reigen yells back "I AM! GIVE ME A MINUTE!"

He begins to lift up Mob's PJ shirt before pausing. He lets go of it and frowns. He says: "I can't get changed while I'm in mob's body. That'd be... weird. But I can't let him walk out in PJ's either."

He sits down and swears: "shit." before thinking. A lightbulb goes off over his head, signifying an idea.

He leaps up, pulling Mob's school uniform over his pajamas. He smiles and says: "I've got it! I'll wear his uniform over my pajamas! it's so thick that nobody will notice!"

Cut to later. Mob's mother watches her children go with her arms crossed and a slightly worried expression on her face. Mob's father waves goodbye and is saying something to her. He also looks a little worried.

We see Reigen and Ritsu walking side by side to school, both carrying bags. Reigen's uniform is bulging around the stomach due to the fact that he still has pajamas on underneath the school clothes. The entire outfit is lumpy. Ritsu stares down at his stomach, cringing a little and confused.

A text box above reads: "Everyone noticed."

END ID

#the reason y theres a lump there is bc the pj pants bunch up when u pull on the other pants #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 body swap #op art #comic

[wildfire317]

@liveleaker @jaquesmes

Alright listen here you little inbred, KKK wannabe chucklefucks news flash neither of you are main characters and your barely even background characters so quit acting like you dumbfucks are worth more than the dirt under your toenails. Nobody in their right mind actually thinks your dumb racist, homophobic and sexist comments are funny or cute, you two just look like absolutely moronic dipshits with micro-dongs and chihuahua complexes. And another thing you living condom usage advertisements, Nobody wants your defective sewing needle sized, piss poor excuses for cocks that not even a rat could choke on or your rotting in the middle of a dry summer sewer smelling, flatter than a piece of paper asses any where near them and if you think they do your even less intelligent than a single cell organism. You both claim to be adults so goddamn act like it because as things are right now you're both acting like a pair of rocket propelled spaz maggots spring-loaded face first up the asses of psychedelic freakout weasels on idiot drugs. Also you want to call someone swagless and bitchless you might want to take a good long look in the mirror because I don't see a singular molecule of swag on either of you or a single bitch and I'm not surprised considering you both look like the kind of guys that order boneless, dry rub chicken wings and then lose a fight to a chihuahua. And by the way just because you pieces of dick-cheese started putting out at twelve and peaked at 15 doesn't mean you get to drag everyone else down the perverted dunkass tree with you. Also your 8 decade curse is the biggest joke in the history of curses from any religion it isn't even an actual curse, it barely even qualifies as a jinx and thats ignoring the fact that it's basically useless the way you attempted to use it anyways and was over all a monumentally stupid waste of everyones time so stuff that in your prison cell and sit on it. You two blithering, feculent, shit holes are such lame wastes of genetic material i would not be surprised if both of your probably absentee fathers wish they had worn a condom at the time of your conceptions which explains your blatantly fatherless behavior and I bet your mothers change the subject when anyone asks about you and envy people who have never met or heard of you. Your "your momma" jokes are the most pathetic I have ever seen, were either of you actually even trying or was that the extent of your creativity? Because they were the weakest, most uninspired and embarrassing "your momma" jokes I have ever had the displeasure of reading to the point that they barely even qualify, And don't even get me started on your insults because I have met 3rd graders who have better insults. Your "oh look at me I'm a terrorist" shtick is so stupid and pathetic i couldn't help but cackle at your waste of energy like what do you want a cookie? Because you don't even deserve the crumbs of crap after someone else ate a cookie so who even gives a barfing fuck about it? You jackasses are about as threatening as some mild flatulence. I hope you piss ant's have fun dying alone and unwanted and that every time you think you have to fart you end up shitting your pants, i hope that every time you go to put socks on they are soaking wet and ice cold, i hope that the next time you are anywhere near a lego set or box of thumbtacks you step on one, i hope that every time you go to bed both sides of your pillow are annoyingly hot and give you lice, and lastly i hope that every single time you go to walk past a piece of furniture that you bang your toes on it hard enough to break your toe bones. Isn't it funny how quickly your bullshit unravels when someone actually intelligent calls you out? Do the world a favor and delete all of your social media, go apologize to whichever trees are working their proverbial asses off to replace the oxygen you're both wasting and then sew your mouths shut you cowardly wastes of skin. Id say you could learn from this but then I'd sound just as stupid as you two. Sayonara you worthless, crotch-stained barf-puppets.

( @warringwarrioridiot @p1n34ppl3-c4t24 for your reading entertainment)

#call out post #replies #go shit yourselves you entitled douchewagons #for those who don't know #the two users tagged at the top are total pricks