#and writing moneys dialouge

[goosewithagun]

i would love to see some luminary and moneybags drawings please… just some crumbs to spare…

half of these are from 60 page comics and yes I have a problem

Luminary below—>

here’s like 1/8th of the dialogue as a sweet treat too

sorry if this is someone I know because then you’ve probably already seen this 😖

[angelyuji]

a gift from the horse's mouth

cw // some spoilers from Harley Quinn and the Joker: Sound Mind, some dialouge from episode 4, joker is a creep, nothing too crazy

hehee im on my 18th relisten of my favorite podcast show ever. this is a niche interest in the harley quinn fandom but i just love love love this version of harley so much (if people like this, i might write more idk)

"come on, doc. one ride." joker's hand goes around your waist. he starts to the pull you to the carousel, gesturing to harleen to follow him. you let him drag you onto the ride, not wanting to ruin things for harleen.

"money, mr. j. i need the money." her voice was firm, but her eyes followed you, aware of your predicament.

"yes, yes, money, shmoney. what am i, chopped liver?" joker mumbles. he moves to pick you up, but you step back.

"what're you doing?" you try to put some distance between yourself and the clown.

"we're taking a ride, (y/n). isn't that obivous?" he tilts his head. he notices your hesitation and steps closer, "or.... if you want, we can do something else... you know what they say," he smirks, "save a horse, ride a cowboy."

you roll your eyes, "nevermind, just help me onto a horse." he picks you up by the waist to place you onto a horse. he kisses the back of your hand before hopping onto the same horse, pressing himself against your back. you look over to see harleen, watching the two of you interact.

"doctor quinzellllll, get on! i robbed a bank for you, y'know? godd, the things i do for love... just one ride." he grins and leans his chin on your shoulder. he murmurs into your ear, "you're sooo nice and warm," his arms wrap around your waist, "i can see why our harleen loves you so much."

"she's not "ours" and she's not some thing to own, joker." you try to move away from his chest, but joker just laughs at your weak attempt and pulls you closer to him.

"come on, baby, lighten up. i'm just saying, i'm okay with being shared between the two of you." he presses a kiss to your shoulder and you flinch.

"don't touch them, joker." harleen manages to get onto the moving ride, annoyance clearly written on her face.

"uh oh, nurse (y/n), i think the doctor is jealous." he giggles as harleen gets onto the black horse next to the two of you. you hear her huff, getting onto the horse. “good girl.” he smiles, joyfully. joker starts to go on about his mother.

harleen interrupts, "what do you want, joker? what do you want from us?" she speaks firmly, not interested in his talk. you feel his arms get tighter around you in frustration before relaxing back.

"it's not about what i want! it's about sharing a moment, all three of us! getting..." he leans in close to whisper into your ear, "real." shivers go down your spine and you elbow him in retaliation. he laughs, loud. "easy there, tiger. i'm very fragile." he lets go of you to mockingly rub where you hit him. he wraps his arms around you again, pulling you closer onto his lap.

"joker." her rage is thinly concealed and she gets off the horse. "this!" she claps, "has been really great." she lets out a breath, gesturing to you to come to her. "but we've got to get back. my father-" you feel his grip loosen and you scramble off to harleen's side.

"godddd," joker groans, "snoreee. what about us?" joker practically whines, reaching out to the two of you dramatically. "when's our next hang session? when are we gonna get that threesome scheduled?" he pretends to flip through a notebook and looks to you for a laugh.

you roll your eyes and harleen heisitates, you speak for her, "harleen needs to be with her father right now, joker." she nods.

"ahhh, you two want to take it sloww. a couple dates, walks in the parks, i see i see." he nods, "sooo no threesome... at least not yet." he smirks.

"i just need to be with my dad so, if i could just get that money..." harleen tries to placate the jester.

"i see how it is. i'm just a dollar sign to you, huh?" the both of you try to deny it, "no no! i give you the money and bam! you're gone, abandoning me!" he gets off the horse, dramaticaly leaning on the pole

"no, no! harleen and i, we are so grateful, mister j!" you force a smile, reaching to touch his hand. he grabs it and pulls you into a crushing hug. you let out a muffled yelp in surprise.

harleen pauses for a second before contining, "how about this, give me your name and number and i promise- we promise to call you. after my dad's surgery, i'll be fully present and we'll get together a-and we'll have all the time in the world." you could hear the quiet desperation in her voice as you, and the money, were held hostage by the clown.

he hums, rubbing your back, and lets go, "it's a deal. here." he hands the both of you a card from his back pocket. 'dirk mcdongle's pleasure palace' you don't ask for an explaination, eager to get out. harleen asks for the money once more and joker pats himself down. "i don't have it! you do!" he laughs, "or at least... your horse does." he starts to ramble on about some phrase, but you watch as harleen practically scrambles to grab the bag of money from the horse's mouth. she practically collapses from relief and you hold her by the waist.

"we should get going." you interrupt his insane ramble and he smiles, reaching out a hand. you force yourself to hold your hand. he presses a small kiss on the back and straightens it to bite your finger lightly. you snatch it back and help harleen walk out.

"don't forget! dirk dongle's! we put the ass! in pal-ass!" you could hear his cackle ringing in your ear even as the two of you drive away.

[kikker-oma]

Cr*ckfic?

YES

YES

…

It was a beautiful day in the land of Hyrule, the birds were chirping, and the leaves rustled just so in the vast forest. Nothing could possibly go

“I. HATE. YOU!” Wild shouted as he threw a small rock at Legend, “You’re a criminal! Time, tell him I shouldn’t pay a CRIMINAL.”

“You landed on MY railroad. PAY UP 25 RUPEES.”

“NO.”

“YES YOU LITTLE SH-“ Legend looked at Sky, oh poor innocent Sky. The only one that ACTUALLY pays everyone, even if he only has two rupees left, “SHEEP.” He crossed his arms, “I MAY BE IN JAIL, BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT I MOVED FIVE SPACES. BLAME WIND, HE RIGGED THE DICE.”

“What? I would NEVER do anything like that!”

“Shut up Wind, you’re not the one to talk after making me pay 1,250 rupees on your STUPID HOTEL.” Warriors crossed his arms, “And to think you were nice.”

“Wild, just pay Wild his 25 rupees and let’s get back to playing.” Four tried to mediate the situation, “Look, I’ll even give you 25 of my rupees.” He tried to offer up.

“Oh no, don’t believe him!” Hyrule yells, “It’s a trap I TELL YE. ITS A TRAP!!”

“SHHHH RULIE IF YOU WANT MY BLUE CARDS THEN HUSH HUSH!”

Time looked over at Twilight, and Twilight looked over at Time. Behind them, stood a pile of money.

“Wait a minute!” Wild pushed the board aside, “You guys merged bank! CHEATERS!”

“Wild!” Sky sighed, “THE BOARD. YOU KNOCKED IT OVER.”

“Oh puh-lease, we can fix it. But TIME AND TWILIGHT SHOULD GO IN JAIL.” Wild pointed to the jail cell, “Legend, I shall free you, but THESE TWO THAT I PUT MY FAITH IN, ESPECIALLY YOU TIME. WHO SAYS YOU DIDN”T EMBEZZLE FUNDS FROM THE BANK?.!” The scarred boy flopped onto the forest floor, “Thou heart of mine shall be broken, and thou shall perish.”

“At least I am free,” Legend smirked, “Sucks for you guys though.”

“Wait, so none of us are playing the game properly?” Sky looked over at the rules. Monopoly is a weird game, “huh?”

“Took you long enough to figure out,” Warriors sighed, “We can’t even play anymore because SOMEONE knocked the board down.”

“Nuh uh! It’s Four’s fault! If he didn’t try to scam me, none of this would have happened!”

“Mine??? I thought WIND RIGGED THE DICE!”

“I AM INNOCENT.”

“I should have never asked…” Sky sighs, “I’m going to bed.”

“It’s 7:00pm?” Warriors looked over, confused.

“I KNOW! ITS SO LATE.”

….

I just wanted an excuse to write dialouge now that I’m reading over this

WAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA dude I freaking love this 🤣🤣🤣 this reminds me of an ask I have in my inbox! Someone requested some of the boys playing monopoly and this crackfic reeeeaaaallly makes me wanna draw it LOL

Thank you for blessing me with this chaos lol

[pitifulbaby]

Cold December Night

summary: Christmas is suppose to be the happiest time of the year, but how do you break the chain from the last sad ones?

pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: angsty, and then fluffy, eddie and you have shared trauma, i guess fix it fic? honestly its sad but i promise it ends really really sweet! there isn't a lot of dialouge, i've never seen snow so if anything i wrote isn't correct you can sue me, eddie has big feelings, talks of depression, a hint of suggestive nature- blink and you would miss it, no use of y/n

a/n: once again i have literally been writing this, or trying to write this for like a year.. anyways i am glad i got this finished though! if you celebrate Christmas i hope you have a wonderful day, and even if you don't i hope tomorrow is amazing like you. 4.4k words.

stranger things masterlist

Hawkins, Indiana was a special place. Perhaps not in the greatest ways, but it sure was special. It was December 5th, 1988. Days were shorter and colder, clothes were longer and provided more warmth than the clothing you would wear during the scorching summer months. Physical wounds from 86’ were healed and turned into scars that were hard to explain.

1986 wasn’t a good year. The year started fine, you worked at a local grocery store- sure it didn’t pay much, but there were only so many job options in Hawkins. Trying to make enough money til Eddie graduated. You had graduated in 94’ the same year he was suppose to be graduating as well, but luck wasn’t on his side. You hadn’t known what you wanted to do after high school. Eighteen was still so young to decide on what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

So you decided to take a gap year during 95’ to give yourself a year to figure out what you wanted to do for college- or even if you wanted to go. Getting a job to make ends meet.

Then like a repeat of the year before, Eddie was held back. You promised him if he graduated in 86’ that where you went to college- or if you went to college, you would take him with you if he wanted, but only if he graduated.

The two of you started dating when you were both 16. Young lovers turned out to be soulmates. You two shared a bond that was unbreakable and perhaps to others a little odd- but that was just because you both were a little weird.

Then suddenly 1986 happened. Eddie’s drug deal turned to watching Chrissy Cuningham be possessed and killed right before his eyes- the blame of her unexplainable death placed onto the metalhead. You got a call from Wayne in the early hours of the morning, him asking if you knew where Eddie was- worry evident in his voice as he told you what he came home to find, and what he didn’t find.

It was strange opening the door to Dustin Henderson, him and his odd gaggle of friends taking you with them to find Eddie.

Everything else happened so fast and yet seemed so slow. Finding Eddie, having to learn about the Upside Down which was this other dimension that lived under Hawkins. Everything in the Upside Down was the exact same as it was in the normal version of Hawkins- well, other than the monsters crawling around and who else knows what lurked in the corners no one knew about yet.

March 27th was probably the worst day of your life yet. Going into the upside down to defeat Vecna, a thing of nightmares- a strange, terrifying, whatever he was. He was the type of thing you would tell to scare people, a creature you would use in a make believe story told over a campfire at night to try and one up someone else’s story and scare the living daylights out of them.

Things seemed fine on your end, you and Dustin back in the right side of Hawkins before Eddie had to do what he thought was right, cutting the makeshift rope and ceasing you from getting to him, sacrificing himself to the demobats.

Watching him cut the bedsheet rope, his eyes trained on yours as he told you he loved you before he was gone. After that your body was on autopilot. Pushing a chair towards the gaping hole in the ceiling, getting a running start before tumbling through the upside down- hurting your ankle pretty bad but the adrenaline masked the pain that you should’ve felt.

Running out the door and towards the direction of swarming bats that circled Eddie and feasted on the male. And suddenly the bats dropped dead around him.

Holding his body close to yours as he bled out wasn’t a memory you wanted to keep, but it was one that wouldn’t ever go away. He tried to say his goodbyes, but you shot them down. Promised you would get him out of there no matter what.

And with a lot of trouble you managed to get him out of the upside down.

The rest of that night was a blur.

Vecna was defeated, his body disintegrating into the upside down that started to crumble and break as you and the others escaped. Once through to Hawkins the gate to the other side closed and sealed as if nothing happened.

Which was a lie.

Max was rushed to the hospital, she barely escaped death- but not without issues that would follow her for the rest of her life. They managed to reset her bones, and her vision wasn’t fully gone but it wasn’t great at all. She was considered legally blind, but with thick rimmed glasses she could still see. But things would still have a small blur to them.

During Vecna’s encounter with Max, Jason attacked Lucas. Threatening the boy and beating him as Lucas tried to save Max.

After the police and ambulance showed up to take Max away to the hospital, all the blame of the lives taken by Vecna were placed onto Jason. Though it wasn’t his fault, the evidence somehow seemed to fall onto him. The charges that were going to be placed on Eddie were switched to Jason and he was arrested for the murder of Chrissy, Patrick and Fred and attempted murder of Max.

Even if some of the things didn’t fully make sense on it being Jason’s fault, he was connected to Patrick and Chrissy. Found at the scene of Patrick's murder and Max’s attempt. Which was enough evidence for the police.

Taking Eddie to the hospital was also something you found awful. When questioned about what happened you put the blame on being attacked by a man and his dog. A man trying to make things right as he thought Eddie was the reason for it all and used his dog as an attack dog. No one questioned otherwise. No one questioned the odd marks that didn’t align with a dog bite or knife.

You came out alive with a fractured ankle and wrist.

Eddie came out alive with scars, a near death experience and one nipple.

But you two came out with shared trauma and separation anxiety.

Nothing from the upside down reared its head, no signs anything would come back had shown and that’s how things would hopefully stay. After the events that occurred, the trailer the two Munsons lived in was unlivable. Sure it could be restored, but neither Eddie nor Wayne felt comfortable in the house that was once a home. So all the unbroken things inside the trailer were moved out and the building was torn down. 

No one would want to buy the trailer, plus it would be more expensive to remodel it than it was to completely tear it down. So, down went the Munson trailer.

Wayne moved into a small townhouse close to the plant he worked at, the neighborhood was new and quiet which was perfect for the elder Munson and his odd work schedule. Plus it was rather cheap, about the same as it was to live in the trailer- give or take a few. 

Before this all happened you had been living on your own, much like Steve you had absent, rich, parents. But yours were more loving than his- as harsh as it is. Though your parents had moved out of state when you were a fresh face eighteen year old, they knew how much you loved Hawkins. And since you spent most of your life without them there to coddle you, they had no issue with you living alone. But they did kindly help you on and off with the bills. 

So since you were on your own, just you in the small home, it didn’t take much convincing to get Eddie to move in with you. As much as he loves his uncle, he felt like he was old enough to be on his own- albeit with you, but truthfully at this point you and Eddie were seemingly one person. 

The government had given you both a decent amount of hush money for the terrifying horrors experienced. And though money was nice, it wouldn’t heal the traumatic hell you and Eddie went through.

Physically you were both healed, though sometimes the wrist you had fractured would tingle- a pins and needles type feeling if you leaned on it. Eddie’s scars would itch, worse in the colder months and would often be applying lots of lotion. It took a while for him to let you see the scars, for him to let you help apply and creams to soothe the deep marks. He told you he could do it himself, reapply the dressings, that it was no issue. 

But the soft cries you heard from him when he was locked in the bathroom told you otherwise.

After a while he opened up, more tears were shed as he showed you what was left of his body, he told you he wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t love him anymore after seeing him. After that you made him lay on the bed and pressed kisses to each and every inch of him, told him no matter what you would always love him, no matter his looks- you loved him for him, not his body. 

It took a while for Eddie to become more comfortable again in his body, and he still had a long way to go. But he was just starting to be able to look in the mirror and not get upset, not be angry at what he saw. 

The only people he let see without a shirt was you and Wayne, but of course his Uncle didn’t live with him anymore so he didn’t see his nephew shirtless as much as he did when they lived together. Eddie Munson was a furnace and because of that he preferred to sleep without a shirt. But, that changed after the upside down. He didn’t like the way the sheets or comforter would rub against the scars. So you two were still on the hunt for bedding that wasn’t aggravating. 

Back to now, things were somewhat calm. Christmas was weeks away, and you were excited to celebrate it. The last two years the holidays were hard. 

Christmas 86’ felt like it never happened, Eddie spent the day sleeping. His wounds were still healing from the dreadful day in March. You didn’t blame the metalhead for sleeping, truthfully that year leading into the next he spent most of his days bedridden. It took a while for Eddie’s spark for anything to come back, and you were there each step of the way to help him. Wayne that year, no matter how hard he tried to fight it, was set to work on Christmas Day. It didn’t snow that year, but it poured a frigid rain, a fog set over the town, bringing a gloomy atmosphere. 

Christmas 87’ much like the year before was very mellow. Eddie didn’t really want to do anything big. So that year Christmas was spent between you and the two Munsons. The younger munson claimed he didn’t want anything or need anything that year, and the elder munson was all the same. But of course that didn’t stop you from getting them both something small. The day was spent like every other day, the two men played poker, a six pack was split between you three. Dinner was take out from some hole in the wall restaurant that was open on Christmas. No decorations in sight, it didn’t snow that year either.

But this year, Christmas 88’ was the year things seemed nearly normal again. Sure things would never be the same, but it was pretty damn close. The light was back in Eddie’s eyes, his hands didn’t shake when he tried to play the guitar, his humor was back and consisted of joking about what happened on the 27th of March. Which in turn usually ended up with him getting a gentle smack to his shoulder as he cackled. 

Eddie decided every holiday this year must be celebrated to the most extreme- which was a contrast from the last two years. Though his main holiday priorities were Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. 

Never did you think you would be celebrating st. patricks day to the extreme but, that's what this year was. The year to try and get back to being okay. 

The morning came, soft light seeping through the small, thin gap between the middle where the curtains met. With fluttering eyes you slowly woke up, focus starting to come back as you blinked a few times. Moving your hands to your face to rub the sleep from your eyes. The small movements from you caused a groan to be heard from the left of you. Eddie was asleep, laying on his stomach with one arm draped over you and the other hidden underneath his pillow. His lips were ever so parted, a gentle pout gracing his features. He was completely and utterly knocked out.

Before 86’ Eddie could sleep like a log, a bomb could go off in the next room and he wouldn’t be none the wiser. Then after March, for a few months, he could barely sleep- which soon turned into him sleeping his days away as a depressed state took over him. Which in turn caused him to be a very light sleeper. But as the months went by, mentally and physically he was healing, he was slowly going back to his heavy sleeping days, which you didn’t mind. You’d rather it take a bit to get him awake than him not sleep or wake up at the drop of a pin.

Your eyes landed on the sleeping boy, his once sharp features soft, letting him look at peace. With a gentle hand you tuck a lock of his wild dark hair behind his ear. Which in turn causes him to nuzzle his face more so into the pillow. A deep chill was casted over the room, colder than it was when you went into bed last night. Turning your head you look toward the alarm clock on the bedside table, reading the bright red numbers. 10:32.

It was a little later than you had been waking up, but after the wild night you had with Eddie last night, sleeping longer was most welcome. 

Slowly and carefully you managed to wiggle yourself out of the metalhead's hold, putting a pillow in your place in Eddie’s arms. You hate to admit that it was rather difficult to get out of bed, not because you didn’t want to get up ( though very true. ) But you were sore, legs having a small wobble to them as you wandered to the bathroom. Stumbling a bit once. 

After your trip to the bathroom you were pulling on one of Eddie’s oversized sweaters. A dark material with a skull adorning the front of it. It clashed wildly with your fuzzy pink gingham bottoms, but you didn’t care. After stuffing your feet into a pair of slippers, you were checking to make sure Eddie was still asleep. Pulling the blankets up higher on him before venturing off into the living room. The only noise heard was the shuffling of your feet and the overworking heater. You kneeled on the couch, knees against the cushions as you leaned over to grab the curtains, pulling them open before pulling the blinds.

Outside was- as cliche as it sounds, a winter wonderland. Upon the once dying grass from the cold was now a sheet of stark white snow. As the town of Hawkins slept, snow fell. It started off as a small flurry before coming down harder further into the night. But the fall had stopped and in its wake was sparkling snow. It was a decent amount of the stuff, you could see the neighborhood kids all bundled up and playing in the first snow of the season. 

It didn’t take you long to quickly make a batch of hot chocolate, tearing open the small pouch of powdered chocolate and dumping the contents into some warm milk. Stirring the mixture into a mug. With the mug in hand, a fluffy jacket over the sweater you wore and feet shoved into a pair of Eddie’s much too big for you boots, you ventured off to the small porch.

Outside atop the porch was of course an outdoor couch with a small end table on the right of it. You held the mug between the palms of your hands to try and help warm yourself, pulling your legs up close to your chest with your back against the armrest- seated sideways. 

You let your gaze wander, taking in everything your eyes could see. Your neighbor to the left was currently shoveling the snow off his driveway while his elder mother stood bundled up in the doorway, watching her son intently. 

The neighbors to your right were currently putting up Christmas decorations, a middle aged couple trying to put the momma deer and her baby in the right place while their twin daughters stood back- telling them which way to turn the decorations. 

All in all it was a heartwarming sight, though not enough to help warm you, but still sweet to watch. You watched as the kids across the street were in an intense snowball battle with a few of the other neighborhood kids. It was just now you realized how family oriented the small subdivision truly was. 

The sound of the door creaking open broke you from the people watching zone you were in, tilting your head to the side to see the man of your dreams, Eddie. His face was swollen with sleep, hair a mess. He was dressed warmly, you could see a small hint of a sweater under his own thick jacket, his plaid sleep pants traded in for a thicker pair of sweatpants. His plush bottom lip turned into a small pout as he stared at you. 

“You stole my boots.” Sleep was laced in his voice, and if you listened hard enough you could hear the faintest of a southern drawl in his words from the years of being around his father and then Wayne. The two older men both had thick southern accents. The male soon stepped out onto the porch, adorning another pair of his boots that were almost exact to the ones you wore.

“I didn’t steal them, just borrowed them.” You responded to him, it was at this moment you noticed the buffalo plaid blanket he held in his hand. He soon was seated next to you, gently taking the mug from you- but not before of course he took a sip of the cocoa. He placed the mug on the table before he was grabbing your legs and pulling you close. He rested your legs over his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled you to his chest, placing the blanket over your lap. 

“I was gonna ‘borrow’ your boots but I didn’t think the pink would go with my outfit.” Eddie said with a small chuckle, reaching forward to gently push a few strands of your hair out of your face. “Why didn’t you wake me up? Better yet, why didn’t you stay in bed with me?” He asked, his words a little slurred as he spoke low, almost as if he were sharing a secret with you. 

With a purse of your lips you shrugged gently, head turned to look at him. “You looked so peaceful, and I was gonna come back to bed but then I saw the snow and was called out here.” Your gaze trailed to look at his mouth before flickering back up to his eyes. 

“Called out here? What are you, an arctic fox?” His question was said as he gently shook you, his eyes going wide as he leaned in closer to your face. “And so what if I am? At least I’m not a worm, I wouldn’t survive these conditions.” Was your response to him, your hand coming up to gently smooth out his untamed curls.

“I would still love you if you were a worm,” Eddie replied to you, taking your hand away from his hair and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Luckily I’m not a worm, because I wouldn’t have you there with me to give me kisses.” 

The two of you spoke with hushed voices, words quiet- almost as if you were both afraid to ruin the moment you shared, though you knew nothing would ruin it, at least nothing you two could do.

“If you were a worm I would also be a worm, I would never let you be a worm alone.” He said like it was a promise, and you know it was. A smile creeps up your face, causing you to laugh at the serious demeanor in his features. “I would give you worm kisses!” He adds, the serious resolve crumbling as he smiles brightly at you. “Worm doesn’t seem like a word anymore- how did we even get to the topic of them anyway?” You had interrupted yourself, brows furrowing in as Eddie shrugged his shoulders at you.

You watched as his eyes wandered out to the scenery in front of you both, “I didn’t think it was gonna snow this year.” He finally spoke after a few moments of silence from either of you, “It hasn’t snowed since,” Eddie’s eyes squinted in thought, trying to remember the last time it snowed. 

“What was it? January of 86’?” The male questions, more so asking himself rather than you. “The news didn’t say anything about any snow, I think it kinda just happened.” As you spoke you shivered, trying to huddle closer to Eddie. “I hope it lasts, or at least snows again on Christmas.” He spoke with a certain type of wonder that you haven’t seen from him since before that fateful day. “We could always put some snow in some buckets and then keep them in the freezer incase it doesn’t snow on Christmas.” 

You spoke to Eddie, never letting your eyes falter from him. One of your favorite past times has always been looking at him, he was beautiful inside and out. He was a very expressive man and you enjoyed seeing every little expression. For the smallest twitch under his eyes to the wide smile with the deep dimples.

The words you spoke caused Eddie to laugh, brows pulling in as his gaze turned back to you. That wonder he showed to the snow somehow becoming more present as his dark eyes locked in on you. “That means we would have to take out the frozen pizzas and the ice cream to make room for the snow. You know I can't live without my sweet, sweet frozen rocky road.” His right hand pressed against his chest, no rings in sight. “You know you concern me for the fact you still eat ice cream and popsicles even when it's below freezing outside.” 

He simply shrugs at your words, “I am a man of great taste.” Was his only response. You rest your head against his shoulder, snuggling against him. A shiver runs down your spine once again as a gust of cold wind blows, rustling through the trees and causing snowflakes to flutter off the once green leaves. “You cold?” Eddie questions, trying to pull you closer as he hikes the blanket up higher on you.

“No, I'm super sweaty.” You reply, your words a joke though spoken seriously. You can’t see it but Eddie rolls his eyes at your words, gently pinching your side which causes you to squeal. Not in any pain, more so in surprise of his cold fingers that he slipped up your shirt. “Why don’t we go inside and make some new hot chocolate? I’m afraid yours might have turned into a nice cold glass of chocolate milk rather than what it was.” You can feel Eddie turning his head to the glass as he spoke, taking note of the drink. 

“That sounds like a plan.” You replied soon after, reluctantly getting off his lap, holding tight to the blanket. Eddie follows suit, but before either of you can walk inside you are grabbing his arm, turning towards him with a bright smile. His brows furrow at you with a tilt of his head, waiting for you to speak. 

“I love you.” Your words are simple and true, causing your lover to smile bright as he leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you too.” He replies after pulling away from the kiss, taking your hand and leading you both inside- not before of course grabbing the mug from the table.

Christmas 88’ was much, much different from all the past years of the holiday. You both wore the cliche matching pajamas- the cheesiest pair that was affordable. The morning was meant for you both, the small bundle of gifts exchanged as well as kisses that tasted like peppermint and chocolate. Wayne came over around mid afternoon, bearing a few gifts for you both- and he of course was given some as well. Though he complained over and over again that it was too much, but you know he enjoyed them and it would all be used. For Christmas dinner Steve and Robin came over.Steve having been spending the holiday with Robin so he wasn’t alone- you had told them they were both welcome much earlier in the day, but they had a tradition to continue which you were told was a day of odd food combinations and movie after movie. Dustin popped over at some point, though he didn’t stay for long. It was a day full of love and cheer, lots of food and presents. 

It snowed that Christmas, the first white Christmas in a few years. And as you and Eddie stood outside admiring the bad decorations you both put up, he was soon kneeling on one knee, a small box in hand with a ring nestled inside with the most important question on his lips.

[respiritgina-official]

Do you ever plan on expanding the team working on Respiritgina?

Yes, actually. I have 2 others helping out with a bit of the dialouge writing (Sam and Emma, thanks to the both of you :D) and I definitely want to have more animators on the team, although I don't have the money to pay them.

With how episodes are much longer now, it'll be nice to split up the work rather than having myself do everything.

I'll likely set up a Casting Call Club project dedicated to this once I finish reference sheets for everyone.

[pawsimses]

Okay just finished Death Island and I have Thoughts

(SPOILERS BELOW. KINDA.)

* Leon content was 👌👌👌 he is Baby

* Chris and Claire best siblings

* Claire being an Asexual Bi Disaster Headcanon reinforced. Also I ship her and Rebecca now

* Jill absolutely goes home to her husband Carlis after this to vent lol

* Chris and Jill dynamic is 👌👌👌 they are like. Soulmates. I don't ship them but they are best platonic soulmates.

* No Ada was boooooo but I didn't see really anything of my NOTP so I'm v content lol.

* Okay Realistically, the writing was very poor. Plot was all over the place/disjointed and it was hard to follow what was going on for the first half. Dialouge cheesy and cringy. But this is Resident Evil. That's a staple at this point lmfao

* The action was over the top and chaotic and admittedly, I laughed my ass off at the final boss fight. It was just... jfc overkill in a good, hilarious way. I lost it when the rocket launchers came out and even more when Chris held the bullet belt(?).

* Truthfully, regarding above, it's bc a lit of moments in this movie reminded me of my time in 7 Days, especially the last boss fight. The act of finding and using random weapons and ammo you happen to loot on spot is Very Much on par w how we do in that game lmao

* On the flip side though, back to the bad writing.... Dylan could've been handled MUCH better. His arc started out great with an interesting premise and even his later ideology**. But it's quickly lost with the typical corny comic muwahaha villainly. Honestly, it could have worked - they couldve shown a sliw descend into masness and evil after Raccoon instead of leaving a very large gap. But that would probably require more time, like Infinite Darkness had (sort of...). Regardless, there was potentialfor him to be both an interesting villain AND the typical Evil. It just wasnt executed properly here.

**(he's not wrong...one of the things RE has always gotten right, and I will defend, is that it's actually not the monsters you need to worry about, but the people behind them. Or rather, the people with higher power and money and greed. That's the true Resident Evil - it's the evil within human society and corporation.)

* Okay but my biggest takeaway, and probably a Weird Opinion, is due to the obvious comparison in internal doubt and ideology (Government Bad, Big Execs Bad, Basically All Human Greed Bad) between Dylan and Leon... Leon could've been the Villain here. While I doubt he'd turn to bioterrorism, could see him in Dylans exact spot. Disavowed/disillusioned with the government, tired of the lies and cover-ups, tired of his entire LIFE being robbed by state officials who needed a lapdog/cleanup boy/scapegoat. Turning sides because he's just Exhausted and 5000% Done and as he said in Vendetta (yeah I know he's "better" now but mmmm I have Doubts), it's just one bitter fight after another with no end and no way out. Also...Leon in a black button up and trench coat, just sayin' 🤷

(May write an AU post on this bc know I have Ideas)

* AND MY BIGGEST PET PEEVE: NOT. ENOUGH. SHARKS. WHERE WAS THE GOOD AMOUNT OF SHARK CONTENT I WAS PROMISED? WHERE IS MR NOMNOM MCFIN? I DONT EVEN GET A REAL BODY SHOT WHAT THE HE LL

0/10 Needed more Neptunes

[faint-kitten]

Infodumping about MGS Dialouge

I watched the MGS 4 cut scene again, because I wanted to know why Big Boss was alive and hugging Snake at the end. I knew it happened, but couldn't remember why. And it reminded me of this issue with Kojima's writing.

Throwing this in: I think Kojima's writing has another issue, in that…

Imagine trying to articulate the themes and ideas of the internet age before we really had definitive words for them? Kojima often is trying to communicate something he's thought about or read, without necessarily having words for the public to understand them.

Like "Memes" as a thing existed for years, but not as we would understand a 'meme' now. Without that it's hard to explain a concept like an internet meme to someone before it became a thing we could all point at and wrap our heads around.

Similarly Kojima (i think) is trying to explain thoughts he's having, that some people might not understand the themes or philosophies behind them. Then you have is writing style. Then you have to have it get transalted from japanese to english, where they're not always 1 to 1. Then you have to put that into a voice actor, who has to deliver it as best as possible.

And it's sort of like that thing, where you say "apple" and expect someone to visualize an apple. Except here, you know what an apple is, but you can't visualize the apple in the context of what Kojima is saying so in a weird way you suddenly grasp the concept of the apple even if you can grasp "apple" (that one might be weird). So there's a lot of words (I think) like Big Boss's speech at the end of MGS 4, or Skull Face in MGS V, where all of the sudden you have a voice actor trying to do this huge monologue and it's got these layers standing between you and completely grasping what the fuck Kojima is talking about.

Then you have to factor in that there's a LOT of it.

So there's…whatever the uncanny valley of spoken word is. A lot of dialogue SOUNDS like english words being spoken, you understand the sentences, but they're kind of spoken wrong, by native english speakers, as if english isn't their first language. It's a similar thing that happened with Silent Hill Ascension: humans are speaking english. But I don't know what the fuck they're saying. And it's not always bc they're using "big" words or ideas I don't understand.

So a lot of dialouge when he's trying to express his ideas, gets muddled down.

This gets confusing for me, because there's a lot of times, where if you aren't invested in the series or don't remember a lot, if you don't remember these names or phrases or organizations or acronyms.

The one that hit me last time I played MGS V was there's a conversation with Miller where he's explaining that you're hired by a company that doesn't exist, to disrupt a pipeling owned by a company that doesn't exist, funded by money that from an account that's dissapeared, from companies that don't exist. And he's slinging so much jargon at you trying to build up suspense and explain the layers of "Oooh you were hired by a ghooost company! Weird huh?" Like I understood the concept of a "Shell company" or the idea that funds can be diverted around the world to escape regulation to GRASP what he was trying to communicate. But the words themself meant nothing because it was just too dense with acronyms and terms I'm not really learning about because I don't care about business or the business world.

So between Kojima's writing skill. The length. Translation. ideas he can't articulate. ideas he can but have concepts, phrases and acronyms you might not be familiar with in the text. Then the Performer struggling to give it the proper emotional depth.

You end up with this weird jumble that kind of makes sense if you remember everything MGS has ever said, and a lot of it that you only KINDA get because he takes the time to explain some of it. But not all of it.

[smokeypeaches-and-honeyplums]

Hey I notice your requesting for LMK. I don’t know what your character limits is, but can I have the monkeys(separately) reaction when they realize they love the reader(head canon or image which ever is easier for ya). Thanks!

TAKE MY FUCKING MONEY BECAUSE I'M???? CURRENTLY WRITING A MENTOR MACAQUE FANFIC FOR AO3 AND THIS IS DELICIOUS PRACTICE TYTYTY I APPRECIATE YOU FR

Reader is Gender Neutral by default.

Macaque

Making you involved with Macaque in some form already for this to work

Also giving you something similar to Macaque in regards to power since you'd be involved with him for a hot while to have at least half of what he has

Probably either training you or just working with him in general

At first he considered you an asset he could possibly use in his persuit of revenge or something

That is until you welcomed him with a warmer attitude than he to you, which caught him off guard when he was most definitely being a bit arrogant with you

So he just kinda chilled with you as a form of an equal for a while as you both trained together and worked together toward a mutual goal of fuckin up SWK for one reason or another

Grew to respect you overtime, so your chances of being betrayed were... probably like 20%

Still plausible

We saw what he did to MK so I mean cmon man

Trained along side you and got to know you pretty well up until he took MK under his wing for a bit

You knew what the plan was so you didn't really say anything about it, he agreed to at least not kill the guy (that would soon also be a lie so you could be thankful of SWK for a least one thing--)

He was just going to be bait for SWK, that's really it

So you basically just threatened MK to get SWK right where you wanted him only for things to change last minute without your knowledge

And that did not end well

You hurried to protect Macaque and call this a draw, getting you both out of there before any more damage could be dealt to the shadow monkey

Immediately got you both to safety

"You didn't have to step in you know. I had the Monkey King and his little successor handled."

"Yeah well it didn't look so much like that to me."

"Yeah? Well what else do you know then know it all?"

"I know that I give enough of a shit about you to know when there's a limit no matter how stubborn you are, Macaque."

"So I'm sorry for taking you out of harm's way but I don't really fancy seeing you get smacked around no matter how deep rooted the grudge, thanks."

Macaque was quiet for a moment, just looking at you in a bit of shock as you gently but firmly sat him down to bandage him up a bit

You managed to melt the edge monkey's heart! Congrats!

Skipped a beat maybe even

It's been so long since he had been cared for in such an earnest way, so don't blame him if he just kinda, keeps his distance to process things

He's not angry he swears

We all remember shadow play and know the speech he gives to Tang which is just projection the dialouge page so it's understandable he's conflicted about you now

He doesn't abandon you and still works with you it's just in lower numbers of consistency now

He does eventually come back and opens up albeit vaguely about why he was so distant

You take a moment to piece things together but completely understand

Given his history you completely understand and don't blame him so you're not really angry

You still cater for him and give him reassuring words and even compliments as a bit of a cherry on top

Starts to melt

Not used to this.jpeg

It's at this that he realizes just /how much/ he cares for you at this point now

And given who he's forced to work with now, makes him really want to protect you, prevent you from getting wrapped up in this as much as he possibly can

This fails of course and just further cements how he feels

Of course when he's finally coming to terms to things is when shit really hits the fan

So he's trying his hardest to find a way to get you both free from LBD's grasp

He'll be selfless this once

Don't make him regret it

Please

Sun Wukong (Monkey King)

Sacred Temple? More like Shame temple!

Please tell me you get the reference

Anyway you kinda just bumped into Sun Wukong thanks to his fellow monkies either ratting you out or you catering for them so lovingly

Love at first sight sort of ordeal but a one way ticket to his heart is most definitely either peaches or the monkies

But it's still a gradual build up

So you first hit it off as friends as he convinces you to come around more often

"Come on, if not for me do it for the little guys! I know you can't say no to this face." Holds up one of the monkies like a cat, pulling off those puppy eyes to bribe you

"Alright fine. I'll do it for them..."

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Giddy King™

So you did, coming around to offer some cleaning or play with the monkies or even just enjoy your time with Sun Wukong

And not going to lie, it became quite enjoyable being around the Great Sage

Listening to his stories or about his new successor MK

It's nice.

And it seems that the Great Sage himself is getting relaxed into it too considering that he also seems to look forward to the days you would come over more and having talks with y-

Oh shit

The simp has fallen in love with the e girl.mp3

Unlike Macaque, he's not too conflicted about it

He just doesn't want to really drive you away

Besides MK you're really the only one he feels the most real with and doesn't really need to keep up theatrics

Just. You and him

Probably another reason he fell for you

He doesn't drop too obvious of hints but just enough to make sure you're actually comfortable

He may be the goofy, charismatic, loveable Monkey King, but he still knows what boundaries are when they count

So he'll only make moves when he knows the feelings are mutual

And if that means to wait for a while, he can wait for a bit

Apologes for how long this is

[ofpoemsandprompts]

Writing Prompt #40

"Money doesn't even matter, name-"

"It does when you have none!"

[kcuf-ad]

hey bestieeee tell me what your top 5 favorite fics you read are, any fandom!

Just Got back home from a boring party, so I can't wait to write this.

In no order:

Me, Being positive towards Arc V? I know, I am just as shocked. Basically Yusei in Arc V world, saving Lulu nd Rin by making them actual characters. The main inspiration about my OPs in my fics. It is a decent story and the Action is very well made.

Peak Fiction, ngl. My favourite fic of all time and the actual insipiration for my stories. It starts Wilona Konami startting in Duel Academy for money, but overtime grows a crush on Jaden. The Action, the characters, the writing, the duels are all 👌 chef's kiss

Such a good fic, my lord. It is packed with Great dialouge, Great Action and it is actually pretty Damn funny, the main reason why I write actual shows in fics.

Thr First ever fic that I fully completed and I loved everything about it. Everything is done so well that I can't put it together.

The funniest fic I have read to date and it ain't a competition. It is a Mature fic and I wouldn't reccomend it to everyone

[nenes-wifey]

AYE HOW Y DOİN first of all i love Y blog so fucking much and if you stop writing i will stab you with love and affection💅 and May i request ( idk if you still take request's or not you dont have to do it tho ) tsuchigomori x fem reader from 100 dialouge prompts 84 👁️👄👁️ ( im a big simp for this Man ) ✨✨

A/N: holy shit I forgot about the dialogue prompts I should do that again soon

84. “They deserve this.”

Today was horrible, some how the universe all decided to work together to make today as terrible for you as possible. It started when you woke up late for your job and had to rush through everything that morning, forgetting any money or food for the day, almost forgetting your phone, and nearly forgetting your shoes. You ran so hard to work that you had to take a minute to calm down and not be sweat soaked in front of students and staff.

It didn’t stop there, you were swamped with work the whole day for no obvious reasons and no matter how much you thought, you couldn’t think of a good reason there was so much to be done. You worked as the school nurse, and you were out of many things in your office, ranging from spare pens to bandaids and ibuprofen, which was a necessity in a nurses office so that caused a lot of hiccups in the day. At lunch you didn’t even notice that you didn’t bring lunch or money since you were still busy working on health work for students.

It wasn’t until late after you were supposed to go home that you noticed just how late it was in the night, when the school’s librarian, Tsuchigomori, had walked into your office.

“(Y/n).” He spoke up after god knows how long and you finally looked up to see him.

“Oh! Hey, Tsuchi! What do you need?” You said with a smile on your face. Just looking at him was enough to make your whole day better, let alone speaking to him.

“Do you have any idea how late it is? You should be long home by now.” He scolded you with a glare. Oh boy, I guess it has been a while since school let out.

“I would go home, tsuchi, but there’s still so much work to do! I need to get it done by today or I’m just gonna get swamped again tomorrow.”

“No way, pack up and get ready. I’ll be waiting outside for you so don’t take long.” He left you to clean up for a while after that.

You eventually walked out with your purse and coat to Tsuchigomori leaning on the wall next to your door, he almost looks like he’s gonna pass out.

“Come with me.” He said and, without even waiting for you to respond, he started walking away, fast. You had to almost jog to keep up with him.

You eventually followed him all the way to a set of doors, the entrance to the 5th wonder of the school, and followed him into the room. He didn’t often let you in here, you two mostly hung out in your office or outside.

“Here, sit.” He gestured to a chair as he spoke and didn’t break stride, apparently going to get something else from somewhere else in the library.

“Hey!” Some of the mokke hopped out from the shelves and crowded around you as you waited. They were so sweet and always made the best company, a few even gave you presents.

Eventually Tsuchi came back with his arms full, all of them. Why did he have so much stuff? He came over and wordlessly dumped blankets and pillows onto you. What??? You quickly popped your head out to see what he has planned but the moment you did, he covered your head back up, filling you with even more confusion.

“Don’t look, it’s a surprise.” He said nonchalantly, and so you waited. And waited. And waited some more.

It felt like forever until Tsuchi finally said that you could come out, but oh was the wait worth it. All you saw was a table full of your favorite things, your favorite snacks and drinks, and Tsuchi had a tablet with your favorite movie already on.

All the mokke were crowded around the table and (mostly) all asking the same thing. “Why?”

“Because,” Tsuchi said as he glanced back at you, “She deserves it.”

Oh boy, now you’re crying. Yep, you’re crying because he’s too sweet like damn today has been bad but everything is so much better now.

You walked over and buried your face in his chest while he rubbed at your back. Eventually he sat you down and held you close. The mokke eventually joined in to make one giant cuddle pile, and maybe to steal just a little bit of your foods.

You fell asleep in your lover’s arms feeling loved and content.

[readingreylo]

Christmas Fics

Moodboard by the incredibly talented @cruelerintentions

Here are some holiday themed Reylo Fic's to help us through the end of 2020.

Oh hey, these are all Modern AU ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy!

Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow by greyorchids | @grey-orchids | Explicit | 10k | One shot | Modern AU | Christmas | Enemies to Lovers | co-workers | Family Dinner | Author!Ben | Editor!Rey | Rey POV | Rey is an editor, eviscerating Ben Solo's novel. Their constant verbal sparring comes to a head when Rey is unexpectedly invited to Ben's Family Christmas dinner. Too much wine and too much tension leads to a steamy conclusion.

Dancing in a swirl of golden memories by hi_raeth | @eleanor-writes-stuff | Teen | 9k | One shot | Modern AU | Christmas | Ex-lovers | Fake-dating | Pining | Getting-back-togther | Rey POV | Ben needs a date to appease his parents this Christmas, his ex-girlfriend/kinda-friend Rey is down to help him out. | Normally ex-lovers isnt my jam but, oh my god, I absolutley love the backstory for these two.

A place to go by delia-pavorum | @delia-pavorum | Explicit | 52k | Complete | Modern AU | Snowed in | Christmas | Strangers to lovers | Sharing a bed | Cabincore | Canada | Multi POV | Rey is a teacher trying to have some peace and quiet over the holidays. Ben is a writer trying to run from his problems. They both end up snowed in at Luke's cabin. | This has got to be one of my all time favourite fics (top 5 for sure). Their dynamic is so engrossing and the charcterization and backstory feel so genuine. With beautifully written prose, an attention to detail that adds a richness and some *chef kiss* smut. I would pay money for this fic.

Blame it on the Mistletoe by deedreamer, HopelesslyReylo | @deedreamer | Explicit | 24k | Complete | Modern AU | Co-workers | Teachers | Christmas | Family Dynamic | Rey POV | Rey gets invited to her co-worker's christmas dinner which is promised to be filled with all things christmasy, it's a shame that she hates Christmas and is secretly crushing on said co-worker. | SO. WELL. WRITTEN. Great characterization (everyone! especially Leia), Great dialouge/banter! Steamy AF. Love the family dynamic! Very organic feeling story.

Baby, Please Come Home by v3ryvelvet | @v3ryvelvet | Explicit | 6k | One shot | PWP | Modern AU | A/B/O | Devoted Reylo | Office Party | Multi POV | Newly married (and mated) couple Rey & Ben get an unexpected suprise while Ben is at his Office Christmas party... (It's Rey's heat). | I was expecting this to be more fluffy rather than the insanely hot smut fest it is. And there is a tiny, hilarious cameo that made me cackle!

Mistle-Oh-No by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 15k | Complete | Modern AU | Christmas | Mistaken identity | Enemies to lovers | Co-worker dynamic | Rey POV | Okay I thought this was gonna be straight up asshole Ben Solo but its smitten Ben Solo. Soft and fluffy with *chef kiss* flirting.

The Smash Before the Splash by HarpiaHarpyja | @thisgarbagepicker | Explicit | 27k | Complete | Modern AU | Christmas | Festivus | Co-workers | Office dynamic | Bets and wagers | Office xmas party | One-night-stand (sure jan) | Rey POV | Rey tries everything to convince office grump Ben Solo to participate in this year's polar plunge. She definitely bit off more than she can chew. | Well constructed, brilliantly written fic with great prose and dynamic characterization. The writting is so good halfway through I knew I was gonna have to look up this authors other works.

Silver and Gold by Daisyflo | @reylolujah | Explicit | 10k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Buying-jewlery-instead-of-flirting | Rey POV | Leading up to Christmas Ben continuously returns to the little jewelry store Rey works in to buy more and more jewelry. | So adorable and fluffy!

Lessons & Carols by angharabbit | @angharabbit | Explicit | 7k | One shot | Modern AU | A/B/O | Christmas Eve | priest!Ben | Librarian!Rey | "Forbidden" love | Rey POV | It's Christmas eve and some asshole Alpha is ruining Rey's evening. Her petty revenge does not go as planned. Meanwhile Father Ben's shitty night takes an unexpected turn for the better. | Steamy and funny with great chemistry.

Moodboard by @cruelerintentions (her moodboards are gorgeous-- check them out!)

Tis the season...

Not necessarily Christmas themed, but some lovely fics set in the Winter.

The man, the stallion, and the wind by voicedimplosives | @voicedimplosives |Explicit | 17k | One shot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Road trip | Snowed in | Sharing a bed | Alternating POV | While roadtripping across Canada, Rey picks up hitchhiker Ben who is running away from his problems. | Love, love, love this story. Well written with interesting backstory and steamy smut and delicious chemistry. And it's set in Canada too!

mountain at my gates by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 26k | Complete | Modern AU | A/B/O | PWP | Snowed in | lumberjack!Ben Solo | Engineer!Rey | Tropes galore | Rey POV | Omega Rey gets stuck in the middle of nowhere with no suppressants, good thing woodsman Ben is there to help her out. You can guess where this is going.

Hanging by a Moment by crossingwinter | @shmisolo | Explicit | 44k | Complete | Modern-ish AU | 2000s | Funerals and Wakes | Strangers to lovers | Family Dysfunction | Chronic Illness | Angst with HEA | Misunderstandings | Ben POV | Ben comes home after years away for his father's funeral to deal with his gold-digger step mother. But nothing is what it seems, and this week away will turn his life upsidedown. | Another one of my all time favourite fics. The story, the tension, the emotion! Brilliantly crafted with great charcterization.

Happy Reading!

[rostovs-lover]

dual purpose

din djarin x reader | cursing, some derogatory things said to reader, xi’an is Not Nice - mando is Not Nice back, very dialouge heavy  | she/her pronouns | fluffy? a little angsty?? | wc.1144

so i kind of wrote xi’an as more verbally rude to reader as opposed to physically, i am also not good at arguing so that scene is iffy, very sorry. i hope you enjoy!

anon : Hey I love your writing 💕im in love with the Mandolorn (sorry if I spelt it wrong). I thought of a great idea, where Mado has a girl on the ship she’s traveling with him and they have grown to become good firends, and he becomes quite protective of her because she is weaker than him. In chapter 6 the prisoner, Xi’an is Mandos ex, she sees the girl he is traveling with and gets jealous and starts to become threatening towards her and violent, ans Mado becomes protective of her 💕

Xi’an, whos still not over Din, takes her passive aggressive aggression out on you, Mando is not having it.

      Din Djarin was terrifying, all heavy metal and loud boots. He was the sun, blazing hot and blinding, all tucked behind thick beskar. Something about you, your cool demeanour and the way you seemed to float on your feet, a stark contrast to how heavily he clunked around. He was terrifying but you had seen through it. He was terrifying but his friends were worse. Not friends, per se, he’d made that evident. Ran and Mayfield and Xi’an were not his friends, hardly even acquaintances, ex-colleagues.

      When he’d landed the Razor Crest in the doc, clearly put off, Din took a moment to collect himself, “You don’t have to talk to them.” He turned his head to look at you, “They’re not… your crowd really,”

      You snorted, “That's beautiful coming from you, my dear. You know, you’re not particularly ‘my crowd’ either?”

      “I’m serious-” The cool leather of his glove pressed to your cheek, “Look at me [Name]. They’re intense, they’re bounty hunters, mercenaries. They kill, ruthlessly, for money, and I don’t want you getting in their way.”

      You stared, eyebrows furrowing, “Get in their way?”

      “Not-” He sighed, “Not like that. You’re not in the way. I just don’t want them to do anything… to say anything. They’re not nice people, not at all. And you should know about Xi’an.” He had an edge to his voice, something bitter biting into her name. Xi’an. You could taste the bad memories through his tone.

      “Whos Xi’an?”

      “Xi’an is someone who I used to know. We had a relationship? If you could even call it that. It wasn’t really anything important, we were both young and stupid and always running on adrenalin. Things happened, things that probably shouldn’t have, and when I left things were very… open. There wasn’t closure for her, for either of us, and from what I know of Xi’an she probably isn’t really over it.” He moved his hand to brush a tendril of hair behind your ear, “I don’t know how she’d feel about someone else, I really don’t even know how she’ll feel about the kid. I just don’t want her to ruin anything, or to hurt you.”

      You reached back, to clutch at his hand, “Din.”

      He seemed vulnerable, more so than any other time you’d seen him in broad daylight. The dam was leaking and sweet weakness was dribbling from the cracks, pouring into your hands like ambrosia from the Heavens. He dipped forwards, pressing the crown of his helmet to your brow bone, “I know, I worry.”

      “Yes you do, too much. I’m alright Din, we’ll be alright.”

      “I know, I know you will but I still just can’t imagine losing you. I don’t know what I’d do. I think-” He let out a soft noise, somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle, “I think I’ve actually had nightmares about that. About something happening to you and the Thing. I know you can hold your own and take care of yourself but I just feel this compulsion to keep you and the kid safe.”

      “It's a paternal instinct Din, to protect your family.”

      “Paternal.” Din jeered, “What have you turned me into?”

      You tapped a finger to the side of his helmet, “I’ve made you soft,”

      Xi’an shared the same sentiment, that Din had gone soft. And she blamed you entirely, she had voiced that. When she’d first met you she circled like a vulture, walking around you as she fiddled with her utility belt.

      “You’re cute, so is that-” She reached out to pinch at his little green cheek, “Is he yours?” Her tone was condescending, filled with mock pity.

      The Child leaned away from her, ears twitching downwards as he pressed closer to your chest, “No, he's not. I just help Mando take care of him,”

      “He's Mando’s?”

      “No, no- not really. Kind of, but it's a long story.”

      Xi’an cocked an eyebrow, “Kind of? What even is it, I’ve never seen anything like it. Mando didn’t… you know, with its mom I hope. I mean, now I guess it couldn’t really be put past him.”

      You shook your head, clutching tighter to the Child, “No, the baby was found, Mando took him in after-”

      “Are you two..?” a grin crawled up Xi’an’s, “I bet you are. Oh I don’t blame him, you are pretty and all that time in the middle of nowhere would make anyone desperate, even prudey Mando and his creed. You know, I never took him for the companion type but I mean, you are something to look at, and good with kids. How nice it would be to have you on the ship, dual purpose.”

      “Xi’an-” Din’s tone was curt, “I see you two have met.”

      “We have! She’s a cutie, I think I’m starting to see a pattern with your picker. Plus with that kid, she seems to be good for a lot,”

      The Mandalorian’s shoulders tense and his fingers clenched, “You know, you never were good at reading people. Good for a lot, what is that even supposed to mean?”

      She snorted and crossed her arms, “Just you must be desperate is all, but you could have come back instead of picking up a space hooker. But you’ve domesticated her well!”

      “Really Xi’an?” Din leaned closer to her, “Are you jealous that I wanted more or have you always been this much of a bitch?”

      “Can you still fight or have you gone soft Mando? Did a girl make you soft, or was it your kid?”

      “I’m sorry you weren’t the one who got to have this life Xi’an, but I really don’t think you’re adept for it,”

      That was what caught her, making her flustered. Din had nipped the weak spot she had, desperation for family. Xi’an regained herself and straightened, “At least I still have the balls to do my job.” She turned on her heels and stormed towards Burg.

      Din sighed and reached out to pull the Child from your arms, “I’m so sorry about her,”

      You shook your head, “Its fine, you warned me, I didn’t take any of it to heart,”

      Despite the dark visor covering his eyes, you could feel the sympathy, “It still wasn’t okay, any of what she said. You’re not dual purpose. You're wonderful and perfect and the fact that you’re so good with the kid is just an up.”

      Your face flushed, “Thank you Mando, that means a lot.

      “I’m not just saying it [Name]. When you asked to come aboard full time it was such a relief, with how much the Thing likes you.”

      You smiled, reaching out to fix the collar of the baby’s robe, “Well I like him too, he happens to be my favourite little monster in the whole galaxy.” You looked up to your companion, “Don’t worry, you’re my second favourite.”

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

i REALLY love the way you write spamtons dialouge and internal thought processes!! Reading him is so good i love it. Pleaseeee tell me you have an AO3 🙏

Thank you so much!! He's a ton of fun to write. I am Shockwaifu over on AO3!

I have not posted fic in a couple years, and thus there is no Spamton yet, but there will be.

I am currently cleaning up and editing the oneshot I wrote and will post the polished version there, and I have been in the process of writing a much larger Spamton related fic. I will not give a time table for when that one will be done but it will be there eventually!

In the meantime, writing requests are currently open and you are absolutely free to ask me for headcanons or prompt a short snippet! I cannot guarantee that it will result in an entire oneshot like the last one, but I will definitely give you a few paragraphs at least if you toss an idea at me. Honestly it is good motivation to keep me writing.

Edit: every time I say Request, it is absolutely free! If/When I ever say Commissions are open, that means I will create custom, higher quality pieces for money. (My commissions are only for visual art.) If I ever open commissions I will make an announcement with details and pricing.

I'm pretty sure this is relatively common knowledge among art and fandom communities, but I wanted to clarify just in case! Don't be afraid to request if I open requests, if I get overwhelmed by them, I will close requests and notify of any delays!

[hopeshoodie]

Out of the two FUSEBOX games (LOVE ISLAND THE GAME and MATCHMAKER) which would u rather spent your time and money on?

So you're asking two different questions there. Obviously I'd much prefer to spend time, emotional energy, and mental space on LITG. Everyone will tell you that, there's no comparison. LITG has way more complex characters, stories, dialouge, and art design.

But as for money? Unpopular take, but I'd rather (and did) spend more money on matchmaker. Because of my Chronic Shit Brain disorder I'm super susceptible to impulsively buying things, enjoying repetitive games like match 3s, and habitually replaying stories again and again to get the most completed achievements. So Matchmaker encourages me to spend money in ways LITG never could.

And that's the crux of the issue- story games just don't activate the same pleasure and reward centers of your brain as arcade games. From FB's perspective, they can continue pouring money and time into producing one main narrative game a year, that was already limited to primarily the UK, Ireland, and the USA , to an increasingly negative fanbase and a dwindling reach. Or. Or they can use the reach they have now to pivot into a format of game that is cheaper to produce, more universally appealing on a global stage, can produce more individual content, and nets higher profits. It's an obvious choice.

I'm not going to speculate as to how much Fusebox's overhead is (because I have no clue about employment regulations in the UK or if they have a physical office space and if so where), but I keep seeing everyone painting it with a 'they had to lay everyone off because they're in dire straits' brush.

I disagree. Fusebox has less than 30 writers credited, which is more than an indie 1-5 person studio but significantly less than other mobile developers like King, Supercell, Tactile Games, Candywriter, etc if we're assuming they have a staff of 60-70 people. So they MUST have lower overhead with a limited amount of employees, and articles are estimating that LITG has generated over $34 million dollars in revenue. That doesn't get eaten up by a writing staff.

I think this is purely a business move. Even in interviews with the development team as early as last year, you could tell they were frustrated with how fast they're able to put out content versus the speed of their players consuming it. Matchmaker clearly generates more income, so they're using the popularity LITG got them to switch to a more profitable format.

Sounds like the fandom hates it, but ultimately if people keep playing Matchmaker then numbers speak louder than salty reddit posts

[itsmeevie01]

Bio!Dad Bruce Day 9- Last Name (Wayne)

ok, so, if youve paid attention, the you know that i can’t write dialouge for the life of me lol.so today…i bring you dialouge in the form of texting :)

Marinette didn’t make a big deal about who her father was. Of course, when she had just met the man, she had relied on her friends to help her navigate the tricky situation. Since then, the teen had gotten good at only saying what she needed to. Chloe knew. Nino knew. Kim ands Alix knew. Max knew. They all knew and didn’t bring it up. They knew that she had processed it and moved on. To her, Bruce Wayne was just her father. She didn’t talk about the money, or all the work her father did. Marinette made a point to just be herself, and not worry about what names were attached.

At school, of course, she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. On her ID? On her ID, she was Marinette Cheng-Wayne. Only those who needed to know knew. That how Marinette liked to keep it, at least, if she could help it.

When Marinette was 14, a new girl joined her class. The girl was sweet, if a little delicate. She said she had a lot of different injuries and conditions, but who was Marinette to judge? When the girl started to cling to one of the boys, Adrien, Marinette got a little worried. It wasn’t the end of the world, if he had offered to help, but he looked uncomfortable. When she mentioned this to Chloe, the girl had snarled. “That leech has been worming her way into his head. If you could hear what Gabriel was telling him to do- “her friend shook her head. “If I step in, want to help?” Marinette felt a smile crawl its way onto her face.

“gladly.”

Over the next few weeks, the girls watched what their new classmate, Lila, did. By that point, Nino had brought up his own concerns at fit far too well with theirs. Finally, Chloe decided it was time to take action. The blond stormed into the class and settled into her seat with a scowl. When Sabrina hurried over to join her, Chloe shook her head. Marinette took pity on the redhead and tugged the girl to the back of the class with her, whispering a quiet “watch”. When Nino and Adrien came in, Nino made his to the back, where he plopped down next to Kim. Alix and Max sat across the aisle, and all of them were ready for the explosion that was bound to happen. As Lila and Alya slipped in together, chatting and giggling over some story, the others exchanged glances. They had all been pretty close for years. Because of that, it was hard for others to join their group. The newest addition was Sabrina, and that was only because of her tendency to hang around Chloe. A ding on Kim’s phone drew the groups attention, making them all glance down at their own phones. In the group chat, Alix had sent a video linked to the LadyBlog.

Alix: saw this, this AM. Might be worth looking into. (video attached from the LadyBlog, Titled The Secrets of the Wayne Family)

Mari: wtf

Mari: what is she trying to do

Mari: her ass will get lawyered so fast

Max: she obviously hasn’t thought this through

Kim: is she claiming to know them????

Chlo: oml

Chlo: SLANDER

Chlo: please Mari, please tell me that she doesn’t know your family?

Mari: I mean

Mari: she might? But I think her family name would have come up when Tim and I were planning world domination if she did.

Max:!

Mari: don’t worry, its been put on the back burner. Dad has a new kid that keeps trying to stab Tim w/ a Katana lol.

Nino: Mari, aren’t you supposed to go visit soon? Maybe you should just stay here, dudette.

Chlo: ITS SHOWTIME

The friends hurriedly stowed their phones away and returned their gazes to the front of the room where Lila had approached a confused Adrien. The boy had been deposited next to Chloe in the first row, confusion evident in his green eyes. The Italian girl leaned over the desk, trying to garner as much attention as possible. “Adrien, why don’t you come sit with me? I was hoping you could help me keep up with the lesson.” The dangerous flash of her eyes was so fast that most would have missed it. Marinette narrowed her eyes in suspicion. It looked like Chloe hadn’t been exaggerating about what was going on behind the scenes. Moving before things could get out of hand, Marinette skipped down to the desk.

“I can help, Lila! Literature is one of my favorite subjects!” the anger that glowed behind Lila’s eyes was worrying, but Marinette wasn’t worried. She grabbed the other girl by her elbow and tugged her towards the seat the brunette usually occupied. “I’m sure that Alya wouldn’t mind sitting next to Sabrina!” as Marinette settled into the new seat, Lila folded herself onto the bench and pulled out her notebook, shunning her new seatmate. As Marinette got her own supplies ready, she mentally prepared herself for an hour of clod anger directed at her.

After the bell rang, Marinette slowly started to collect her things. The girl next to her was moving faster than the noirette expected. For a girl who was supposed to a wrist injury, Lila sure wasn’t trying to avoid the pain. Shaking her head, Marinette finished collecting her stuff and went to join Chloe where she was waiting at the door. As they linked arms, Marinette realized that there was a sharp voice behind her, crying. “Oh Alya, it was awful! Marinette wouldn’t answer any of my questions, and told me that if I didn’t understand it, I should keep my mouth shut!” Chloe sniggered next to her and strode away towards the lockers, pulling Marinette with her.

“Honestly, Mari? I wish you had told the brat to shut up, maybe then she would be scared of you.” Marinette rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“your only scared of me, because you’ve seen me with Tim, and know that we already are on the path to world domination.” Chloe shook her head and closed her locked with a soft thud.

“Mari, you are worse than all of your brothers, simply because you don’t use your fathers name to back you up. If you did that, then you would have the same royal brat rep I do.”

Chlo: so, is anyone going to put a stop to the liar’s yapping?

Adrien: wait what? Chloe, who are the other numbers?

Chlo: Adrien, please.

Chlo: do you really not have these numbers saved already?

Nino: yeah dude, that’s a little mean

Mari: lol yeah, I’m insulted, Adrien!

Adrien: Wait, Nino?

Adrien: who…is in this chat?

Alix: Me!

Max: Markov and myself

Kim: and me, man

Adrien: that…doesn’t help.

Chlo: oh honesty!

Chlo: you idiot, its Mari, Nino, Max, Alix, and Kim.

Chlo: you are Ridiculous

Chlo: UTTERLY RICICULOUS!

Mari: Chloe, chill. I don’t think he’s been in one of our…unique chats before.

Max: affirmative. Adrien usually spends time with Nino, Alya, and Lila if he isn’t with Chloe and Sabrina

Chlo: back to the topic at hand!

Chlo: the brat has to stop

Mari: I mean…she hasn’t done anything we can stop her with yet.

Nino: we need solid proof

Alix: are we just going to forget this AM? (video attached from the LadyBlog, Titled the Secrets of the Wayne Family)

Adrien: is someone going to tell me what’s going on?

Mari: we can’t drag them into this, Alix. it’ll make it worse, not better.

Alix: M, are you sure? we could shut her up real fast. Your fam, mine, Chloe’s?

Max: theoretically, it would be the path of least resistance.

Mari: THEY ARE A LAST RESORT

Mari: I AM NOT LETTING JASON MOCK ME FOR THIS

Mari: bc that ass totally will.

Adrien: ok, but what’s going on?

Max: Lila is trying to use you to catapult herself to fame

Kim: haha yeah, its not going to work if we have anything to say about it.

Chlo: also, very happy Mari never brought Alya into the fold

Mari: fuck no

Mari: do you see the way that girl doesn’t research anything. She latches on and never lets go.

Nino: so, you’ve said, Mari. I still think your over exaggerating on that one, lol

Mari: lmfao

Mari: Nino, she thinks I have a crush on ADRIEN of all people.

Mari: sorry, Adrien, bc you’re my friend? But she latched onto something and won’t let it go

Alix: shit I remember that. She tried to get us to set the two of you up. Those plans SUCKED.

Mari: remember how I kept sabotaging them lol? She just thought that fate was against her

Max: logically, shouldn’t that be a sign that you two aren’t meant to be?

Mari: haha I wish. After that, she tried to set me up with Chat Noir.

Chlo: WAIT

Chlo: that’s what Lady Wi-Fi was about?

Mari: yesssssssss

Adrien: um…should I be concerned about this?

Kim: I mean…no? its normal at this point.

Max: Chloe, plan #3 might work for taking down Lila? We wouldn’t need Mari’s family to join in if we do that.

Mari: if that fails, I’ll call Tim.

Mari: but ONLY if #3 fails, and we can’t make say…#5 work.

Chlo: you got yourself a deal, Marinette.

When the group entered the classroom together the next day, Chloe and Marinette were chattering excitably together. Adrien and Nino were talking about something on his phone while Max was keeping sore for whatever competition Kim and Alix had going on. When Lila approached Adrien and tugged him over to her seat, the others tracked her movement wordlessly.

When Alya came in and found them watching, she smirked at them. “those two make a cute couple, don’t they? Lila was practically glowing earlier when she was talking about the date they went on last night.” The friends exchanged telling glances but otherwise brushed the girl off as they dispersed to their seats. As she made her way to the seat she had claimed at the back at the beginning of the year, Marinette paused by Lila’s desk.

“Lila, do you need help again today? I know that the topics we’re covering are a little difficult if you’re not familiar with them.” The brunette scowled up at her.

“sorry, Marinette, but you can’t really keep up with the help I need.” The smaller girl shrugged.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, Lila. If you ever need help, feel free to ask.” as she made her way to her seat, Marinette could hear Lila say loudly

“She’s just jealous that I have connections like the Wayne’s and Jagged stone and she’s just a little miss nobody.”

Mari: fuck it, it’s on bitch. I’m calling Jagged and Clara. These are slander charges now.

Chlo: should I expect your family’s lawyers too?

Mari: hell no. Tim is a last resort.

Mari: dad’s friend tho? THEY are defiantly going to be getting a few phone calls.

Mari: hey Jagged, Penny. I have just a tiny question.

Penny: Marinette! We were getting ready to contact you! What’s going on?

Mari: what kind of slander would be bad enough to sue over?

Penny: why?

Mari: this (voice file attached. Label reads SeNd To JaGgEd ASAP)

Jagged: little lady…where did you get this?

Mari: I recorded it during class today

Jagged: this liar is your age?

Penny: Marinette, would you mind if I send this to our lawyers?

Mari: go right ahead.

Tim: so…

Tim: would you like to explain why Jagged Stone is ranting to B in the entryway about a “little lying brat” who is in his “favorite niece’s class?”

Mari: wat

Mari: idk what you’re talking about

Tim: Little Bit, you can’t possibly think he hasn’t name dropped you yet.

Mari: WHAT.

Mari: fuck

Tim: ummmmmm

Tim: WHEN DID YOU START CUSSING?

Mari: tim. Please remember who my brothers are.

Tim: OH neverminded

Tim: why didn’t you get me involved?

Mari: theres no reason for Marinette Dupain-Cheng to know the Wayne fam

Mari: also, we wanted to use #3 and #5 first. If they didn’t work (they are) we were going to rain fire lolz.

Tim: fine. When your ready for the power that comes with the name, lmk

Tim: aslo, I insist on being included in the planning.

Mari: also*

Tim: fuck off

Tim: I wan to be ready for whatever damage control might be needed with the press

Tim: also, I live the kind of chaos that you and Chloe create together lolz

When Adrien turned to Marinette during lunch that day, there was clear confusion in his eyes. “Mari?”

“what’s up, Adrien?”

“who was that guy…Tim? That Chloe kept mentioning?”

“oh? She didn’t tell you?” the blond shook his head, looking worried. Marinette smiled ruefully and sighed.

“he’s my older brother on my father’s side.” When Adrien furrowed his brow, Marinette elaborated. “My father lives in the United States and runs a big corporation. He spends a bit of time in the limelight, but he keeps us all out of the press.”

“the…Dupain family?” Marinette laughed before smoothing over her friend’s confusion.

“no, Tom is my dad, but Bruce is my Father. He lives on the east coast, and I spend most holidays and breaks with my siblings over there.” Adrien nodded and smiled at her.

“I guess that makes sense. Its really cool at you get to spend your time with both sides of your family like that. What is your father’s last name then? I don’t think I’ve heard it.” Marinette winced.

“My father’s last name is Wayne. Anywhere except school, I use the name Marinette Cheng-Wayne.”

ok, thats a wrap. for once, this could be read by itself with almost no context. this will fit intothe overall storyline, but i had to go back and set the stage (this) for when Mari is 15. here, its the begining of the school year that she turns 15. (her b-day is in April bc i want to mess wiht cannon even more than i already do.)