#literally just leave the name of a character in my inbox and i’ll leave a bunch of information

[alaskan-wallflower]

y’all i’m gonna be doing a mass answering of things for my au’s so please ask all the questions you want i just really wanna ramble about it lol

this goes for requests too, drop them off here @kyles-jewfro

(here are the au’s as well)

@humble-folks-humble-pokes

@bigger-in-south-park

@humble-folk-tales

[midnightjewel]

“It was a guy?!”

Part 2 of the og post I made of this since it did well and people seemed to like it!! Part 1

A/N: I keep seeing my inbox numbers go up but I literally can’t see any of them which sucks. So just dm or comment anything you’d like to see!

Characters Included: Shinsou, Midoryia, and Todoroki

***** Please I beg of you, DNI if ur a minor!! 18+ ONLY! I have plenty of sfw stories on my blog for y’all ****

Shinsou

You flung the door open to the home you shared with your lovely husband. “That was amazing!” You announced your return from your wax appointment.

“Hi babe” your purple haired husband casually strolled past you holding your grey cat named munchkin, as nonchalantly as he always was. You two were the epitome of “opposites attract”

You were fun loving, a bit loud, and absolutely adored taking a nap at every chance you could get. On the other hand, your purple haired husband was chill, quiet, and a major insomniac. He often just laid in bed while you slept on his chest at night, getting 2-3 hours of sleep if he was lucky.

You two absolutely adored and could not get enough of each other.

“Oh my goodness Toshi you’re so hot” you spoke in a feral tone that made his eyes widen as he gently set the cat down to let him run away. He knew that it was traditional that after you get waxed you’d completely jump on him and take him to heaven on any surface that was nearby.

“Oh alright” he chuckles “come ‘ere I’ll take us to the couch” he holds his arms open for you to jump into them. You happily obliged and threw your bag on the floor, speed walked to him and jumped up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He plopped you down on the couch so that you were under him. “mmm I couldn’t stop thinking about you” you hum as he moved to be on top of you while he kissed your neck.

He hummed in response, not letting go from the contact he had on your neck. “God, he took forever but it was worth it” you sigh and close your eyes, trying not to laugh at your prank as he attempts to leave a mark as purple as his hair on your collarbone

He breaks the contact, a string of saliva connecting your skin and his lips. “What?” He wiped his mouth.

You inhale sharply to keep yourself from giggling. “I said he took forever but it was worth it” you try to speak as if you were not worried about it while sitting up and pushing him back, climbing to straddle his waist “Now let me top, you got to top last time” you demand while placing your hands on his chest to balance

“No no no..” he sits up, holding your hips as he looks into your eyes “Who is he..? And why did he see my wife’s vag”

“Toshi it’s not that deep, my normal girl called out sick and I wanted to be able to have sex so I just let the only appointment available wax me” you shrug and move to kiss his neck, knowing it was one of his weak points

“Not that deep” he rolls his eyes repeating what you said “I’m sure he wanted to be deep in you” he scoffs and you bust out laughing

“I’m so eager to find out what’s so funny about all of this?” He folds his arms over his chest and raises his eyebrow

“Okay I’m sorry Toshi!” You’re cackling at this point. “It was a prank! I would never do that to you” you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes

“You’re insane” he rolls his eyes with a slight smirk threatening to form.

“I know, now stop talking about this and start moaning for me” you push him back down and continue your assault on his neck

Midoryia

You walk out of the waxing salon and wave bye to all the employees whom you’ve grown close with over the years, coming here once every few weeks.

You hopped into the car that was pulled up to the front of the building where your lovely boyfriend was waiting in the drivers seat.

“Hi Zuku” you kiss his cheek and he blushes just like he always does. “I missed you” you smile at him as he puts a hand on your thigh and drives out of the shopping plaza.

“I always miss you when you go to your appointments” he smiles, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Oh I can’t wait to ride you when we get home” you smirk and watch as his eyes widen and he chokes on the breath he had just inhaled. “Jeez babe” he blushes “You’re always so forward”

“Okay well you’re going to be so impressed with how good the guy did!” You exclaim while turning your attention back to the road

“Guy?” He inquires as his eyebrows furrowed together in a sense of confusion. He proceeds to dramatically sigh to the point where you almost laugh and break character.

“I didn’t know that was an option” he whines “Yeah but last time the girl didn’t do that good of a job and my usual girl moved away a few months ago so I figured I’d try someone else” you causally shrug

“Okay” he heavily sighs and you can hear the sadness laced in it. “If that’s who you want”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, feeling slightly bad for pranking him this way. He was always so sweet and trusting when it came to you and you felt guilty for making him sad.

“Why’re you laughing at me?” He looks like a deer in the headlights as he pulls into the garage and puts the car in park after pressing the button to close it.

“I’m so sorry it was a joke” you are smiling and laughing at him at this point. He crosses his arms and pouts “jokes are supposed to be funny (name)” he side eyes you.

“You’re right” you sigh “I’m so sorry” you unbuckle both of your seatbelts, climb into his lap, and proceed to unbutton his shirt

“Wait! What are you doing?!” His cheeks heat up and his eyes are as wide as saucers

“Apologizing” you shrug as you move your panties to the side from under your skirt and move to unbutton and unzip his pants

“Why not in the house” he whines “Can’t wait for you” you casually state as you hover over him

Todoroki

You lazily sprawled out on the couch while you were on the phone with your good friend Mina when your lovely fiancé came home from work.

“Hey Sho” you called out from your spot on the couch as you hear him take his shoes off and sighing in exhaustion as his feet ache from the long day of patrolling

“Hey” he smiles from above where you’re laying once he made his way to the living room, leaning over the couch to give you a peck on the lips

You swing your legs over the couch to get up after relaxing for an hour or so. You made your way to the kitchen to get started on a quick dinner, Shoto following you there to help you.

“Hold on Mina” you try not to laugh as she begins to giggle, knowing of the prank you wanted to pull on the hero.

“Sho, I got waxed today and after dinner I want you to wreck me” you say as causally as you can while trying not to laugh at his expression

“Oh!” He spoke in shock “Uhm…yeah okay”

“Oh Mina before you go I have to recommend this waxer to you” you excitedly tell her “He did an amazing job and he really made sure to get in all the crevices and everything” you make sure to put emphasis on the “he”

“Huh?” You hear his confusion from behind you but you ignore him only egging the prank on even more

“Yeah I’ll send you the salon info!” You continue taking to your friend

“What do you mean he did a good job?” He tapped your shoulder and you sigh “Not now Sho” you wave him off

“But babe-“ he pleads and you hold up a finger to silence him

“Okay Mina! I’ll see you this weekend! Bye!” You exclaim before hanging up the phone. “What was so important hun?” You raise an eyebrow as you put your phone on the counter

“You got waxed by a guy?!” He ran his hands through his hair “I can’t live” he dramatically sighs and throws himself on the floor

“Sho” you laugh “you’re so funny and dramatic” you kneel down on the ground. “It was a prank” you run your fingers through his hair

“Thank god” he sighs dramatically “We’re skipping dinner” he pulls you to straddle his lap

“Sho not on the kitchen floor!” You exclaimed as he fumbled with the hem of your shirt “Yes on the kitchen floor” he lifts your shirt over your head

[silvokrent]

Hey! I just read your fanfic “Where we choose to kneel” and good god, it was beautiful. Just absolute perfection, all the character dynamics, from Mohg and his dynasty members, Varre and Ansbach and of course Mohg and Morgott were just so perfect.

Specifically anytime Ansbach sassed Varre had me reeling and I would gasp. You wrote the girls fighting so well😭 I loved the part where Mohg’s internal voice reminded him of Varre and then immediately thought of what ansbach would say about debts. Just absolute peak. Also the Latin use was such a big brain move my god

It really really inspired me and I wanted to ask if you’d be alright if I drew a few of the scenes! Of course I would 1000% put your account and fic title up with it! I just can’t get it out of my head

This is the best thing to wake up to and find in my inbox, holy shit. Thank you so much!

It’s great to hear that all of the character interactions worked out so well (especially since 90% of those interactions consisted of nonstop bickering). Morgott and Mohg were a lot of fun to write. I enjoy exploring characters whose beliefs are ideologically-opposed, while simultaneously being derived from the same stock.

Varré and Ansbach, on the other hand, I wrote as “coworkers who can’t stand each other and are secretly hoping the other gets fired.” It’s especially funny to think that Ansbach—a man so courteous that he forgives you for attacking him and tells you not to fret over it—has absolutely no patience for Varré. None whatsoever. “The girls are fighting” is LITERALLY what I was going for!

I talked about it over on the AO3 version, but I like the idea that Latin was the stand-in lingua franca of the Lands Between, prior to Marika’s ascension and conquest. The Nox, who were banished from the surface, would’ve also spoken the language, so it stands to reason that Mohg could have learned it when he built his dynasty’s foundation upon their ruins. If nothing else, it justifies his seemingly-random usage of Latin during his boss fight.

Actually, before I forget, let me throw in the translation:

Mi domine? Quid haberes nos facere? My lord? What would you have us do? Eum abducemus? Shall we remove him? Omnia bene est. Id sinam. Linquite. Everything’s fine. I will allow it. Leave. Sicut mandas. Ero foras, si me requiras. As you command. I’ll be outside, if you need me. Etiam ego. Me too.

It’s grammatically correct, too! (At least, as far as I was able to translate it. I think I got the declensions and verb conjugations right.)

Lastly:

I KNEW I RECOGNIZED YOUR NAME. You’re the genius that made this gem! My sister and I literally spent days quoting it at each other and cackling in glee. Your art is so good!

Oh my god yes??? Please?? I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone make fanart based on one of my fics, let alone offer! I would love to see it! (And reblog it, too, if that’s okay with you.) <3

[sofoulandfairaday]

heyyy i’m new to bellamort and i think they’ve become my otp already thanks to you,

what are your favourite recs? mostly sweet, however much they can be and some spicy ones.

thank you!!!

Anon, this comment made me GIGGLE like an idiot, huge grin on my face - thank you thank you thank you so much. This is the best compliment I’ve ever gotten! It literally means the world.

With that being said - and this goes for the other people in my inbox asking for recs - I’m not the best person to ask. Firstly, I don’t read that much fanfic (hi, med student running on virtually no sleep here) and I’m always behind on reviews (fanfiction is meant to be enjoyed from my laptop with a cup of tea and no one in the house so i can weep/shriek/pace etc). Secondly, I suck at keeping track of what I read.

Thirdly, your ask in particular is virtually impossible because I live for the grief. I lap up angst like a kitten does milk.

Sweetness… meh. (Except of course when I cry and moan about the fact that I need to stop reading for the day because a fanfic literally made my heart ache. I'm telling you, I suffer more for these two than I do my irl friends and that says something about me.)

Anyway, this is what I’ll do. I’ll link some of my favourite authors (in English, if you want Italian recs just ask and I will deliver) and I’ll leave you to browse their pages and see what speaks to you. These are just off the top of my head, and on Tumblr and around Ao3 (if you know how to filter), you'll find other great ones!

(If I forget someone, or if anyone who reads *is* a Bellamort author, feel free to tag them/yourself in this post, or in a reblog.)

@star-named-riddle - Nefaria_Black @saintsenara - Asenora @deslea - deslea (where are you, girl, I need you) Abigail Belle (ex Gamma Orionis) (see above) meanwhiletimely (see above) Also, there's this masterpiece by @metalomagnetic featuring Rodolphus which GHHHHHHHH. Is all I'll say. Screaming, crying, hollering, etc etc etc. (There's also this masterpiece by the same author but even looking it up to link it made me shake and I won't speak of it until I have processed my grief because I have people to see later in the day and I cannot be dazed or aching or in tears or shellshocked by the rawness of the writing etc etc etc)

And finally, the most recommended (and popular, I think) Bellamort fanfiction ever, which I admit I've never read in full (I know, I know, believe me when I say I have no time/mental fortitude) which is of course Surrogate.

They are all absolutely brilliant for reasons I wish I could get into right now (they deserve proper recs, this hasty reply does not do them justice). They all present different but equally fascinating versions of my characters.

Unfortunately, none of them are really saccharine/fluffy. There is softness but it's always bittersweet in most of them. WHICH IS HOW I LIKE IT MUAHAHHAA- coff coff.

Happy reading! :)

[carmenized-onions]

Okay first of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I’m so glad you were born and that you put this story out into the world, because I am fucking obsessed. So.

These last few chapters were amazing and I’m caught up now, and I did work out that Chip was named Chip because of the chip, and what the necklace was — but NOT that she was Michaels sponsor! I thought the bank account was some kind of sobriety chip shorthand but I couldn’t make it make sense and that’s because that was NOT in fact what it was about. This is brilliant, I loved the mic drop at the end of chapter 12, and just UHH I LOVE IT ALL

love that Tony finds Tina scary, i have a coworker who’s so similar to her and I was TERRIFIED til I managed to earn her trust and respect (which literally took me a year).

love the way you worked in real lines from the EC’s interaction in s3, and how you added that line about Tony leaving… so PERFECTLY in character and just so right and I’m starting to go incoherent now but I just think that moment was excellent, chef

The Narcan scene, oh my heart

THE SCENE WHERE RICHIE DESCRIBES HOW LUCKY HED BE TO HAVE TONY TO THE EC IN FRONT OF CARMY ALL I CAN DO IS SMASH EJRHEBSHSHDSLZNDBSKALW

Mikey in the walk-in, Jesus take the wheel

Also I need to conclude by quoting you to you:

The value is in the time, not what is delivered. It does not need to be the most special, hyper condensed, hyper focused, upper echelon second to count. It will count because it counts. Time spent is worth it, no matter what was bought.

That is POETRY, right there. You are doing SUCH AN AMAZING JOB WITH THIS, Tony feels so real and it is just a pleasure and a goddamn delight that also makes me cry. I hope your birthday was great and you are great and your life is great because your writing in general and this fic in particular are FUCKING GREAT

I think this is the only ask I will be getting through for the twenty minutes left of my lunch break LMAO so lets CRACK THE FUCK IN!! 

Thank you for the birthday wishes and being glad I was born. Thank you for being born! Also, I hope YOU are this same anon that feared their ask being eaten, but if that anon is out there reading this. If you’re not this one. Then yes your ask was eaten baby I’m so sorry. 

The bank account was such a wonderful and unexpected red herring for people and that does make me very happy— Just slightly threw everyone off their rhythm. Chapter 12/13 both have the craziest Mic Drops, I love saying and ending on the most crazy shit. 

Tina was so scary to me in S1 because all I want to do when it comes to older female agro coworkers is impress them so much and if they DONT like me I’ll fly off my balcony on god. IT TAKES SO LONG TO EARN THAT RESPECT!! And now I think their relationship (Tony and Tinas) in like Chapter 2 seems so much softer and cuter now knowing that Tony had to work for that shit lmao. 

THANK YOUUU the scene with David in S3 was SO well-timed because it’s very clearly like, the moment before I think Carmy will go on his fucking S4 bender (ideally of self growth) and so I just got to go “alright, we’ll just skip like MOST of Season 3 and go right to 4 ig”. Love that for writing. I don’t have to rework with SHIT! 

RICCHIIEEEEEEE, I love him so much. My guard dog extraordinary. My hero. 

Thank you for quoting me to me, I really injected a lot of my poetry/prose style writing into this chapter, I was so hoping the every second counts bit would hit, and I’m glad it did. I personally also always thought of EVERY SECOND COUNTS as a super fucked stressful thing until S2 with Richie and Andrea. I fully also did not get it, like Carm. They smacked the shit out of me with that one. 

Thank you thank you thank you for all your thoughts and praises and well wishes— I hope hope hope you love the next chapter, I also hope hope hope I get this chapter out tonight I’m fucking ITCHING bro. Honestly, quick poll before I go back to work:

THANK YOU LOVE YOU HOPEFULLY SEE YOU TONIGHT!

[infiniteimaginings]

Introducing, me! The author!

note**: This isn’t that organized because I just got back from the lake and I’m actually exhausted. I just had to post it now since it’s been in my drafts for forever and if I didn’t do it today, I wouldn’t do it at all.

Name: You can just call me Space or Infinite, or anything space related!

Pronouns: I go by any pronouns, I don’t mind what you refer to me as. I’m AFAB and people typically use she/her for me, but I really don’t care, female, male, non-binary, I just don’t have labels on anything me wise. (it just doesn’t bother me, you can use they/he/she, literally anything and I promise, i’ll be okay.)

Writing info about me!:

I apparently get sick easily (recent months) if I take a prolonged break (with no scheduled fics out), I probably just got sick, couldn’t write, and I’m trying to recover [in my bio there’s a question of ‘am I sick?’ This is how I update you guys if I’m actually sick.]

I’m in a lot of fandoms, it’s just that I forget. So I write for more fandoms than listed, and for more characters than listed, I’m just forgetful. (You can just send an ask or message me if you want to know if I write for something)

I love writing and I take the stories I write seriously! I spend a good amount of time on them :) I’ve been writing stories since I was very little and I’ve even been writing a book.

I write on ao3 (I post these stories there along with others, don’t get on me too much though because I haven’t been transferring the stories over, I will soon lol)

I was a wattpad kid before ao3 and here (what an era 💀, no i will not talk about the horrors I wrote there that will never leave my mind)

My favorite character at the moment to write for (out of the ones I’ve written so far) is Max Thunderman because he’s fun and he was my favorite as a kid.

I have a million ideas a day, so if you see me yapping about god knows what (i’m so serious about god knows what, because i don’t know what i’m talking about half the time) and then I don’t post for three days (just of me being silly, not fic wise) it’s because I’m writing everything down into my notes and planning them out for when I have time for writing.

I swear I also write for what I enjoy not just requests, but I love answering requests! Even on the list of fics coming out, some of them are stories I just really really wanted to write and requested for myself (not like through the inbox, just in my head)

The reason I always make any of my fics neutral for the reader (unless gender is specified in the request), is because of experience. I’m black, so to be honest as I grew reading fanfiction, it wasn’t very thought of to include black reader descriptions within x readers. It always had to be specified “x black!reader”. If it didn’t, it always said pale skin, long flowing hair, etc, etc. I don’t have pale skin and I have short coily hair unless it’s in braids, so it never resonated with me and I didn’t really get to connect with them, unfortunately.

So, I automatically do gender neutral but also, if you haven’t noticed I don’t specify skin color, eye color, height (but sometimes i make characters put their head on the readers, just depends on the placement, but i try to consider it), nothing of the sorts. It’s completely neutral so that everyone can enjoy it and not feel left out. I try my best to be all inclusive in my fics, because the fics I read for my favorite characters weren’t.

Random things about me:

My favorite color is green (dark forest green) (yes, I know I’m specific)

I play instruments (Piano, ukulele, drums) and I also sing. I was in chorus, theatre, and plenty of clubs growing up.

Studying is something I enjoy which is why I research for the fics I write! If you see anything specifically accurate I either already knew it or decided to research for it. Don’t be surprised if someone asks for where I found information and i put it in mla format as a response.

I genuinely enjoy conversation with everyone, so I encourage you guys to message me for anything.

- You have a question about my blog? I’ll answer it quickly since I have notifs on (for messaging only).

- You’re wondering if I write for something specific since it’s not in my listings? I’ll tell you if i’ve watched it, and if I haven’t i’ll watch it myself and then ask for details on your request.

- You want to ask how I do something? I’ll give you a step by step with links.

- You want to ask about me in general? Go for it!

- You just want to talk? I’m a professional talker, and also a professional listener!!

I’m currently studying psychology 🌝, as a major

I watch anime and read plenty of manga

I always fill my time doing something. I read, write, sing, draw, craft, build, clean, etc. I do anything and everything because I personally believe if I don’t, I’ll just rot away in bed and I hate the idea of that.

I cant do a single thing in the same spot for over two hours, not even that. If i’m writing, I’m constantly taking a break to watch tv, dance break to music, chores, planning for something else, or moving to a different project. (I get uninterested so quickly)

Trust me when I say I actually sleep a lot lmao. Some of you guys go into my messages saying you’re worried I don’t get enough sleep. The latest I’ve stayed up to write has been to like 12:30 in the morning, and I wake up at like 7:30-8:00 in the morning every time. Then I take a nap if I get tired in the slightest.

Most of the time though, I stop writing by 10:30, and go to sleep at 11. If I don’t, me staying up to two in the morning is because of my own poor choices (webcomics, manga, fanfiction, reading my own writings multiple times). Please don’t worry about me, I’m big on sleep so I’m never deprived of it. If I complain it’s just because I’m tired and can’t go to sleep because I’ll end up even more tired.

I have 3 piercings in each of my ears, one on my nose. I have 0 tattoos, because ironically, I’m terrified of needles.

I genuinely love literature more than the average person. I also just love reading and stories in a general sense. I ache to read every book I ever see, even though people say it’s impossible I will try to fulfill my dream until my death. To the point where I can whisper the words of poets who died centuries before my existence has come to mind. Only to keep their spirits alive for a little while longer, to tell the world that these authors are still desired and that the words paint pictures society should be craving to see.

**Any images are from a board I’ve been saving to on Pinterest for the past two years. Images I think reflect how I act majority of the time.

I can’t think of any other useless information about me, so I’ll stop here! I’ll probably add more stuff since I’m a talker lololol! Thank you for reading, love you bunches!

[eddie-van-munson]

HII!! Just sending another request, i loved the xie lian one, I hope I didn’t spell his name wrong💀, im wayyy to obsessed with crossovers, and I also had a hard time choosing a character so I decided to chose this one, but anyways I’ll get started and the information about him is ok the wiki and more but let me get started (:

Can you do Eddie Munson With a S/O who has a Cutthroat personality from akudama drive?? thank you and have a good day (:

Warnings: Demo-bats, Mentions of Blood, Series Typical Violence, References to Chrissy's Death, Cursing

(I will get a "Read More" cut on this ASAP. I'm done with work for this week so I'll have more time to tackle my inbox! Requests are OPEN.)

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(Cutthroat: Child-Like, Pretty, Loyal, Volatile, Innocent Fa��ade, Vengeful, Violent in the Protection of Friends.)

-So, again, I know NOTHING about Akudama Drive or what it is, but I did an itty bitty bit of research bc it was requested and I tried my best to incorporate it :^)

-Ok! So Eddie never knew you before all of the shit with Chrissy went down. I mean, he's seen you around school, and he's always been intrigued...

-You just moved to Hawkins at the start of the year and you are something else. You are tooth-rottingly sweet.

-You're soft and giggly and you're always wearing all of these gentle baby blues and pinks. Always smiling so big.

-Of course, Eds is not much of a pastel guy, but he has admit that they look very pretty on you

-Or maybe you're just pretty and the colors have shit all to do with it

-Every time Eddie passes you in the hall he can hear you humming along to some little tune in your head.

-Ridiculously endearing, really. It should be illegal.

- Anyways

-He's hiding in the woods, curled up on the ground beside Skull Rock when he hears someone say his name softly. His eyes flutter open to find you kneeling over him, and he definitely thinks he's dreaming.

-But then you turn over your shoulder and call out, "I found him!"

-He panics for a second, a pang of betrayal in his chest. Oh god, he thinks. You're in the search party.

-He sits up too quickly and shuffles backwards, ignoring the surprised look on your face.

-But then he sees Dustin running up through the woods and he immediately breathes a sigh of relief, his hands shaking with left over adrenaline.

-Turns out you're Harrington's little cousin.

-Which Eddie finds very hard to believe

-You'd been at the Family Video when the "Purchase History Database Search" began and you'd insisted you wanted to help look

-Steve tried to put his foot down but you were not having it. "You haven't seen her when she gets angry man." He argues, defensively. "She hulks out."

-Which Eddie finds even harder to believe.

-Some part of him is so relieved to see you, though. He's been living with the mental image of Chrissy's mangled body for days, and the sight of someone sweet and happy...someone who's gentle...it takes a massive weight off of his chest.

-It's such a stark contrast to what's been living in his brain.

-You're unofficially roped in after that.

-A few times you bring Eddie groceries and sit on the old, stained couch with him for a while and talk.

-Your voice is quiet and you make him laugh. Those short conversations are literally the best thing he's got, right now.

-Your grocery selection always makes him giggle. Cereal, Canned Soup, Crackers...Jumbo size bag of marshmallows??

-It becomes increasingly clear to him you have a sweet tooth.

-Sometimes you even draw him funny little pictures and notes and leave them in the bag. Other times you send him old, familiar chapter books from Elementary School.

-You seemed to have been fond of Nancy Drew and Little House on the Prairie.

-He's surprised how much he enjoys them.  And he likes seeing your name written on the inside cover.

-He begs you to stay behind when the others row out to look for Watergate.

-He argues with you about it for a while.

-"I don't want you going down there. You don't get what this shit is like. It'll fucking scar you for life."

-"Eddie, I'm coming with you."

- You're getting frustrated and finally Steve chimes in again, "I'm telling you, man. Don't make her mad."

-He can see from the look on Harrington's face he's not going to be able to change your mind. He sighs, "Fine. Whatever. Get in the boat. It's your funeral."

-You grin so brightly that Eddie's heart aches.

-As soon as Steve dives down, you're pulling off your Cardigan. Eddie's blood runs cold "No no no no no-"

-He grabs at you, but you're in the water before he can stop you.

-"Fuck! You little shit!!"

-Robin just cackles at him.

- By the time Eddie gets through the gate, he can only see flashes of you and Nancy through the swarm of bats.

-He panics, screaming your name as he sprints towards you.

-The closer he gets, though, the more he realizes that you are, in fact, not the ones getting ambushed.

-The bats are.

-Jesus, you are ruthless. Yanking bats off of Steve's chest by their shriveled wings. Crushing them beneath your heels. Yelling as you grab them out of the air and throw them to the ground.

-Nancy is killing it too, like, shit.

-He's finally able to get to you when the swarm thins, joining in the attack until the very last bat is smashed. Nancy runs to Steve, and Eddie holds a hand out to you where you've fallen, helping you up.

-Your clothes are spattered with thick, nasty blood and sludge. All the way down to your perfect saddle shoes. You wrinkle your nose a little, checking your knees where you'd scraped them, and Eddie smiles.

-"Holy shit. That was crazy! You're, like, a fucking warrior goddess or something! I should have been trying to get you to protect me!"

-You giggle, blushing. "You were trying to protect me?"

-He goes BEET red, sputtering and scratching his neck. "Well...I uh...it's just that..."

-You grin knowingly

-Eddie's heart thuds and his voice cracks as he  quickly changes the subject. "I'm sorry about your clothes."

-You shrug, "They'll wash, I suppose." Your attention catches on one of the splatters on your arm. You try and wipe it, but it smears. "It's kind of a pretty color, anyway."

-You blush at the look on Eddie's face, some odd combination of awe and disbelief, and run off to join Nancy.

***********

[chaoslynx]

yut lung going to an animal shelter and falling in love with literally every cat there

send a character to my inbox (with or without a prompt) and I’ll attempt to write 200+ words from their POV!

"Sing, this is dumb," Yut-Lung complains. "I don't need an emotional support animal. I've been taking care of myself since my mother died. I don't see how adding a cat into the mix is going to make things any easier."

"Listen, I'm just saying, it's worth considering. We might as well take a look, right?" Sing grins, and Yut-Lung frowns at him.

"Fine. But don't get your hopes up. And don't go getting attached to every cat you see, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." Sing waves him off, but Yut-Lung knows without a doubt that Sing is absolutely going to fall head over heels for every cute animal in this stupid shelter, and Yut-Lung is going to have to be the one to convince him to walk away.

With a sigh, Yut-Lung holds the door to the animal shelter open for Sing, and then follows him in.

Sing strides up to the desk like he's not Seventeen. That growth spurt sure has given him new confidence. "We're looking to adopt a cat," Sing says.

"Maybe," Yut-Lung adds, and Sing sighs.

"Maybe."

The shelter volunteer just smiles as them. "Cats are through that door," she says, nodding. "Feel free to take them out and hold them, just make sure they all stay in the room. And let us know when you've made up your mind."

Yut-Lung barely restrains himself from adding an if to that. "We're just going to look and then leave, okay?" he hisses to Sing.

"Right, Yue, we're just looking," Sing agrees.

And then they walk into the room with all the cats.

"Sing," Yut-Lung mumbles.

"Yeah?"

"Sing, they're all in cages."

"Well—yeah? They have too many cats to just let them all wander the room all the time or whatever—"

But Yut-Lung is already opening one of the cages to hold the cat inside. A little one-eyed kitten.

"That's a skrunkly little guy, isn't it?" Sing says. "Says his name is Churro."

"What did you just call him?" Yut-Lung asks, a little scandalized.

"Churro? That's what his paper says."

"No—skru—?"

"Skrunkly? Is he not?"

Yut-Lung blinks at him. "You are absolutely not allowed to catsit."

"Is that the one you want, then?" Sing says, grinning. Like he's won.

"No!" Yut-Lung says quickly. "We have to look at all of them!"

"All of them," Sing echoes. "Yue, look around this room for a second. All of them?"

"It's not fair otherwise!"

Sing sighs, shaking his head, but he gives in. They stay in the shelter for over an hour, holding and playing with each cat individually. There's a little Siamese kitten named Judy, an adult cat named Carrot. There's Winston, and Jojo, who's especially fluffy. There's even a mother cat named Meryl who just had five kittens—Beatrice, Miriam, Burrito, Oscar, and Milton, and Ms. Agnes. Alfred, whose sheet defines him as the 'theatre cat,' Harriet the 'avocado,' and Erza the void cat. And oh, Yut-Lung wants to take them all home.

"They're not going to let you adopt all the cats," Sing says. 

"Why not?" Yut-Lung asks, a little whiny. He knows he's being childish, but—he wants to save all the cats.

"They need to make sure that, like, they go to a good home."

"I live in a mansion. Of course it's going to be better than here."

"Yeah, but like—they need to make sure that you'll take care of them and stuff."

"But Sing!" Yut-Lung whimpers.

Sing sighs. "Fine. I have an idea. I'll be right back. Don't let any of the cats out of the room while I'm gone!"

"I know that much!" Yut-Lung snaps. He keeps petting that first little cat, Churro, and giving him nose boops. He even checks behind him and then kisses the little cat on his little head.

Sing comes back in not long after with one of the shelter volunteers, and Yut-Lung quickly acts like he wasn't cuddling Churro.

"Hi!" the woman says. "Your boyfriend here says that you're interested in volunteering here, or possibly fostering kittens?"

"Boyfriend?" Yut-Lung says, blinking. "Uh, wait—volunteering?"

Sing grins. though he's definitely blushing too. "Solves the problem, right?"

Well. Leave it to Sing. That damn problem solver.

Maybe 'boyfriend' isn't too far off.

[sitaarein]

Desi rep

okay so this is partly inspired because of a whole bunch of incredibly, incredibly dumb asks my friend has gotten but it is ALSO, more importantly, because I am sick of the shit I have seen so here, have a not very concise post about what to do and what to avoid if you are writing desi rep (this can also be applied outside of writing I guess??)

If you give a character an Indian name and call it a day, I will actually come and murder you. For starters, India has a whole CULTURE that you have very much decided to ignore and that. is. not. okay. If you can give your white characters all the attention and details and research in the world, you can do the same for your desi characters. Secondly, the word “desi” is used to describe so much more than simply Indian. Wanna know which countries qualify as desi? India, Nepal, Bangladesh, Pakistan, Bhutan, Sri Lanka, and the Maldives. Don’t you even dare assume desi=indian and leave it at that.    

This point ties into what I just said about desi people. Please, I am actually begging you, include more than Indian characters if you want to include south asia in your writing. I am Pakistani and I am so so sick of my identity being erased wherever I look. NOT that I have anything against India or Indians. It is simply the ignorance of people assuming the whole of South Asia is simply India that is supremely horrible to see

 This is based off of personal experience. People actually think that either a) India isn’t a part of Asia or b) there are no countries in South Asia aside from India or c) both of those incredibly ignorant views. And all I can say is: what. the. fuck. Do not do that. Indians are Asians. Pakistanis are Asians. Nepalis are Asians. Bengalis are Asians. Bhutanese are Asians. Sri Lankans are Asians. Maldivians are Asians. If you do not think so, then that is actually just racist of you. Don’t talk to me until you’ve looked at a map.

Another personal point that just.. hurts. Do you know what the Muslim population of the Indian subcontinent is? (The Indian subcontinent is made up of all the countries mentioned above) The answer is: around 600 million. Out of 1.7 billion people, 600 million of them are Muslims. Put into perspective, its not a lot. But the Muslims have a whole separate identity. A separate culture. The whole reason Pakistan even came into existence is because the Muslims of the subcontinent were so fundamentally different. So if you have a desi based country or continent, please, please take a moment to think about the different cultures. 

The above point, but apply it to Sikhs and Brahmins and the numerous identities I do not even know of. They’re all unique. Look them up. Don’t just call a stereotyped culture “Indian” and leave it there.

Speaking of culture: Just. Do your bloody research. Each of the countries in the Indian subcontinent have different national languages, and then INSIDE the country there are multiple dialects based on areas and tribes. Going to take Pakistan as an example: Our national language is Urdu, but the language most commonly spoken by far is Punjabi. So the average Pakistani you meet is almost definitely bilingual, and if they have had an english education, they are almost definitely trilingual. Same goes for all the other countries, I’m sure

Speaking of culture, part 2: there is literally too much to talk about for me to cover it all in one post, so I’m just gonna say: all desi countries are very different to each other, and inside the countries the various provinces are incredibly different. In addition to the changes in language, you’ll also get different staple dishes (even though most the food of the Indian subcontinent are the same in every country, you get some kind of twist that is always uniquely of that country or region or province’s), different folk tales, different poetry and literature, different icons and heroes- the list goes on. So, once more: Do your research.   

I mentioned food briefly in the point above which reminded me of something else: I resent the fact that food that is pretty much native to the whole subcontinent is simply called... Indian. Once again, this is absolutely NOT out of hate for India, it is because that is such a generalization.  Its because by calling it Indian you are effectively dismissing 5 other countries who eat and cook the same food because it belongs to them just as much as it does to the Indians. If you want a general name, call it desi food. 

this point is... less serious than the others, its just something I find fun and could use more of in media. Desi people are obsessed with sports. Like, obsessed. Some of us pretty much breathe cricket. I just think its an interesting fact and pretty much a part of culture at this point, so I’d like to see the stereotypical desi uncle who wouldn’t miss a match for the life of him every once in a while

Back to seriousness. If you even bloody imply that your desi character is violent, I will duct tape you to a chair and make you watch dramatic pakistani dramas on repeat (it won’t be fun, trust me). I have had it with South Asia being portrayed as a terrorist hub. Do not even think of conforming to such a stereotype. I will literally hunt you down and make sure you never, ever even think of doing so ever again. 

Also: If you bloody dare imply that we are, in any way, backward, I will once more carry out the above punishments. Stop. Just stop.

Oh man, talk about the history of the Indian subcontinent. Talk about the heritage. Have you like... seen the architecture????? There’s more than just the Taj Mahal here my dudes. Forget all the “dangerous countries” bullshit. Focus on the brilliance of, well, everything, instead. 

Oh oh speaking of: Have you guys heard of mohenjo daro?? Look it up. There’s some fantasy/mystery potential there. Use it for whatever, it would make my day

Time to talk about geography. So first off: Mountains. So many amazing mountains. Both Everest and K-2 (the tallest and second tallest) are located here. The Himalayas are located here. Pretty amazing, eh? Second off: Deserts. Do you know how many mineral riches are hidden in those? Its amazing. Third off: Rivers. Oh man the rivers. Did you know the Indus river is full of blind dolphins native to the Indus river only? Did you know they’re very very endangered? Find some funds for them while you’re looking up info about them, btw. Also another sea animal native to South Asia which has pretty much been driven out of Pakistan and Myanmar: the gharial. look them up too, seriously. That would be great. Fourth off: The plains. Do you have any idea how fertile our soil is? Because. Its insane. And there’s so much more about the geography and topography of the Indian subcontinent, guys. Look it all up. I’m so sick of vague desert land descriptions for the Indian subcontinent.

Religion. Now this overlaps with culture a lot, since quite a few people choose to define their religion as their culture, but we’re still touching upon it. This is pretty vague, but there are definitely at least over seven. Each comes with its entirely unique practices. Do not even try having a desi character who is Sikh but knows nothing about Sikhism, or Muslim but knows nothing about Islam, because even if they aren’t practicing, they grow up learning about whatever religion their family practices, most of the time. 

If you’re desi, feel free to add on whatever you think is relevant here. If you’re not, shut the fuck up. This is not about you, and it will never be. Feel free to reblog, but kindly keep your comments or opinions to yourself if they are not in agreement with all the above points or promises to be less ignorant.

My inbox is open if you have any questions. Desi people let me know if I said something wrong or offensive and I promise I’ll do my best to correct it

[thefanficmonster]

Unlucky

Part 2: ‘Lucky Me’

Corpse Husband x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Corpse decides to email back a person who has sent him quite a few creepy stories. She never seems to run out of scary encounters of both sorts: paranormal and stranger-danger. He gets suspicious that the stories are all made up so she can grab his attention, but he’s in for a surprise.

U/N - username

Requested: No

Corpse’s POV

I’m looking through my most recent emails from fans. They are all of scary encounters they’ve allegedly experienced. By now, I’ve read so many, it’s easy to decipher which are real and which are just made up nonsense. Some, I must admit, give me chills. Big props to the people who write those, especially if they are made up. If you can make someone’s skin crawl with your twisted, frightening imagination, you have one, for lack of a better term and in the most positive way, fucked up mind.

My cursor lands on the familiar username I see almost every other week. U/N. They have been sending stories consistently for about three years now. They, and I’m saying they cause you can never be sure who’s hiding behind the username, are either the most unlucky person to walk the planet or the one with most twisted imagination and story telling skills. I’ll admit, sometimes I narrate a story just because it’s well written. Believability is not the only thing I go by, I also reward creativity. And this person, U/N, has had their spot in many of my videos in the last three years. I’m honestly hoping they are made up, or at least some of them, because not only are there too many of them, but none of them fail to give me that eerie paranoia after I read them or the chills while I read them.

Once again, they have submitted a downright terrifying story. It would be a shame if I didn’t narrate it.

It would be a shame if I....

If I never actually meet them.

This many run-ins with people with malicious intent, always getting away by some miracle, what if they one day don’t make it out alive to tell it.

My heart sinks a little at the thought. I feel like I know this person, like we’ve known each other for three years now. They know the things the whole internet knows about me, and I, along with my regular watchers, know their stories. That’s by no means enough, now that I think about it.

My next action is really out of character for me. I decide to reach out to them. My fingers fly over the buttons on my keyboard too fast for my rational side to try and stop them. Deep down, I know I’m doing the rightest wrong thing I’ve ever done. My previously sunk heart is now in its assigned spot again, beating quickly.

You don’t know what you’re doing

I maybe don’t, but knowing isn’t what’s important right now. I just wanna do it.

~ Hey, this is probably, what, your twentieth story so far. I’m just curious, how many of these are made up? By the way, your stories are amazing and I’ll probably keep narrating them even if they aren’t real. They’re just that good.

I send the email before I can talk myself out of it. I get up from my chair immediately afterwards, putting as much distance between me and the computer as possible, silently promising myself I won’t be checking my mail every five minutes.

Y/N’s POV

I anxiously refresh and refresh my email inbox, waiting for the dreaded email back from my professor. Being halfway through the college experience, I know how tough this professor’s class is and how much I suck at it. I sent him my completed assignment last night, barely making the deadline mind you, so now I’m sweating hardcore, staring my computer screen down.

After refreshing for the millionth time, I’m met with a new email which makes my heart stop for a second or two, my stomach dropping. Then I take the time to read the sender’s name, the subject and the first sentence of the email, and all the previous changes in me reverse. My heartbeat picks up speed, going faster than a galloping horse and my stomach turns, making me feel the sensation everyone calls ‘butterflies’.

Nah, man. This shit ain’t real. It can’t be.

But then again, what if it is. What if I’m about to full-on ignore my favorite youtuber because of my paranoia. Well, it’s not exactly unsupported. My life has been a shit show of unfortunate event and situations I’ve literally had to claw my way out of in order to stay alive. Now, when something of the sort happens, it’s just another weekday. However, I still wanna share these encounters. Not only because they are proof of the dangers girls have to deal with on a daily basis, but they also get narrated by one of my favorite people ever. What more can a girl ask for?

~ Listen, I’m really not looking forward to getting catfished. Please leave me alone

It’s short, not sweet, and to the point. It’s easy to understand, and it clearly states that I’m not falling for it if it’s a scam, but if it’s real....someone call 911 cause I think I’ll faint.

~ I get it, you have trust issues. But that’s understandable. From the creepy guy messaging you on all your social media. To the stalker you had from you high school, or even that teacher that turned out to not be a teacher at all and just a pedo, I see where the lack of trust is coming from. But I assure you, they only thing I wanna do is chat.

The shock and happiness overwhelm me when the reply arrives not even ten minutes later. 

Holy shit, this is him.

I start typing and then erase the typed half-sentence at least three times before receiving another email from him. From Corpse Husband. Corpse freaking Husband. How the fuck am I supposed to compose myself enough to reply to him, let alone sound cool and leave a good impression.

My hand shakes as I click the newly received email.

~ You probably don’t know what to say. Either that or you just don’t wanna talk to me. If you’re just baffled and surprised, reply with your name. If you want me to fuck off, ignore this email completely.

The smile I didn’t realize was there grows into a grin as small bursts of laughter escape me. Laughter caused by disbelief and shock. The type of laugh you let out when you score a good mark on the test you thought you completely fucked up.

~ Y/N. My name’s Y/N. 

PS: The stories are all 100% real. All happened. In the order I sent them too. And before you ask, I guess I’m just unlucky, but you are proving me wrong right now.

I don’t know where that confidence at the end came from, but I don’t care really. All that matters is that this might just actually be happening and it might be the best thing to ever happen to me.

~ Man, you’ve had it rough. Tell me, is there an easier way to access you than email. Like Insta DMs? I feel we have a lot to talk about and email is not the most convenient.

At this point, it feel so much like a fever dream that I decide to treat it as though it is. I just go with the flow.

~ Yeah, but first.....am I really not being catfished right now?

The email I receive as a reply to this message is empty of text but there’s a file attached. Not gonna lie, I am a bit hesitant to open it, but I decide that if this turns bad, I’ll just have to deal with it. In the meantime, I’ll believe it’s not a scam.

It’s an audio file: “No, Y/N, you are not being catfished.”

That voice. That god damn voice. It could convince me of anything. 

And now it’s convinced me into believing him. And finally letting out that squeal I was holding back before sending him my Instagram username.

[nooshywrites]

so uhh it’s been almost over a month since i posted anything on here and i just wanted to apologize for not posting and leaving randomly. i’m trying my best to keep up with asks / dms / tags / replies and i’m sorry for not responding if you’ve dm’d or tagged me or sent something to my inbox. i just haven’t had the energy or motivation to reply to a lot of stuff lately. there are only certain people i’m actually talking to right now, which makes me feel like a really shitty person because i feel like i’m ignoring people who are trying to check up on me and make sure i’m okay. but thank you so much for the love and support, i genuinely appreciate it. i really miss being on here and interacting with you guys. it’s like 3am here and i’m really sleep deprived but i feel like you deserve an explanation, so i’m going to try my best to say everything best as i can.

so most of you following me know i just made this blog not that long ago because my old one was being attacked by some toxic fans from the creepypasta community and my account was deactivated by tumblr so i came here to continue writing. i posted like three things before deleting everything on my blog because i needed a break for my mental health. after my break i said i’d start posting again, which hasn’t happened.

maybe like a few weeks ago i had a falling out with one of my ‘friends’, who was a creepypasta content creator and one of my first friends on here. they convinced me to write stuff about my rewrites of the Laughing Jack story, but they became very toxic and narcissistic towards me. they insulted me trying to cover it up as helping me, and then tricked me into almost letting them use my rewrites of characters in a story they basically forced me into being okay with it when i wasn’t. they’ve had a big impact on my mental health, along with turning another of my friends against me for the purpose of getting back at me and fucking with my feelings because i left and they can’t walk all over me anymore and they aren’t happy about it. i won’t mention their name in this post because i don’t want to start anything up with them, to be honest i don’t want anything to do with them, but that’s one reason i haven’t been on here much.

i’ve also realized my passion for writing got mixed up with my need for acceptance and attention. i panicked whenever posts flopped and i didn’t get any notifications. i guess i’m just scared of not being wanted, my anxiety and depression and past abuse sort of mixes in with everything and hurts me a lot.

this is cheesy sounding as fuck but like, i feel like i live off your love and support. of course i’m doing this for fun and because it’s what makes me happy, but then i have days when i’m just so attention starved and i don’t have a lot of people to help me with that and so i come here to get the love and attention i desperately crave, and when i have days where i do nothing and receive nothing, it triggers some unhealthy feelings and episodes that hurt my mental progress. i feel like it’s unfair to you guys and that i failed you by not being here and not responding to asks and dms. i’m really sorry to those who have reached out to me. i wanted to respond asap but the days keep going by and i haven’t felt like i can keep up with anything.

so here’s my plan. i’m going to take an actual break for myself. i don’t know how long, maybe a few weeks or a month, to take care of myself and sort out my issues so i can be here and not feel shitty and be able to interact and be with you all like you deserve. because you guys literally deserve the world, especially @glassartpeasants and @immortal-velociraptor for sticking with me through all this. i love you guys so much and i’ll be back soon.

— 💕 Nooshy

[lawscorazon]

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

you must be 18+ to interact with my content. minors and ageless/blank blogs will be blocked on site.

with that being said do not interact with me if you’re still in high school. it makes me very uncomfortable.

DO NOT RECOMMEND MY WORK OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR. i am in the process of updating my work on ao3. i would prefer you share it from there. if you’d don’t see the piece you’re looking for just message me or leave a comment and i’ll be happy to put it up there for you.

my pronouns page is linked in pinned post. pls view it to understand how best to refer to me and what pet names i am most comfortable with.

basic dni criteria. if you’re racist, misogynistic, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. you are not welcome here. block me actually. this blog is a welcoming space for all BIPOC and TLGBQ+ folk.

do not come to me with any rumors or gossip or allegations. i dont not care. pls leave me alone. any bullshit sent to my inbox will be deleted and you will be blocked.

i am very flirty so if that makes you uncomfortable pls let me know!!

in general if i may say something that offends you, i encourage you to speak to me about it. it is never my intention to offend anyone but i will always take responsibility when i do.

i love interacting with people so pls feel free to hop in my inbox to chat or tag me in games or anything like that! i’m also open to anons and you can find the taken ones below. pls refrain from trauma dumping or venting without my consent. it can be jarring to read. make sure to add cw warnings for even triggering contents.

pls refrain from using playful rudeness unless we are good mutuals. i don’t like being called a bitch/slut etc by literal strangers

if i’m ever missing a tag on my fics just let me know and i’ll add them! i understand how it feels to be triggered by content you didn’t intend to see but some tags completely go over my head!

also if you wanna break the mutual please just block me. i cannot take a hint and i’ll probably refollow.

𝐃𝐎’𝐬/𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓’𝐬

𝐈 𝐃𝐎…

…write nsfw (canon 18+) and most nsfw scenarios

…write for any gender and pronouns. i label them as the following…

afab+gn!reader

amab+gn!reader

fem!reader

male!reader

transfem!reader

transmasc!reader

gn!reader

… write for multiple fandoms. rn it’s jjk and one piece. maybe i’ll add more in the future.

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓…

…take requests anymore, but suggestions and thirsts are always welcome.

…age up characters. i only write canon 18+ and that goes for sfw and nsfw.

…reblog content that features aged up minors either. so if i comment on a post with multiple characters and don’t reblog that’s why! i support your writing but i just don’t want that kind of content on my blog.

…write noncon, furries, minors/age play, hard incest, piss/scat/vomit, suicide/self harm

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎…

tagging system.

character list.

taken anons: 💋 🧸 sanji 🫶 ❤️‍🩹

[kenkamishiro]

Lost in Translation: Choujin X chapter 1

Fun fact, I was planning to do fan translations for Choujin X with a scan group until it could get a simulpub release, though I didn’t expect it to get one from the very first chapter lol. I’m happy though since it means everyone can read it right away and it doesn’t mess up my schedule.

So instead I’ll be making comparison notes between the EN and JP text to supplement the official translation. I’m not doing this because the official TL is bad (I actually think it’s pretty solid and I hope it will maintain this quality) but because it’s inevitable for something to be lost in translation, and it’s nice to have that additional context for theory crafting and whatnot.

If you want to read it on Twitter instead, the original thread is here, but this is the proofread and way more detailed version 😄

This translation isn’t wrong, but there’s an emphasis on それ (which is TLed as ‘it’) that connotes a stronger, “other, that thing” feeling that isn’t present here. The general idea behind this sentence is: That [becoming a Choujin] resembles more of a disease [than a transformation].

Ely talks like a tomboy, she uses rougher speech patterns and the pronoun オラ (ora), a derivative of the masculine 'ore'. But it's a bit old-fashioned (eg. すまなんだ) which makes sense considering her upbringing with her grandfather on a farm. Hence her country bumpkin speech pattern in English.

Not sure if I should use Ellie or Ely? Ellie makes more sense based on the kana, but Ishida explicitly called her Ely so I might stick with Ely for now... (also istg that blond guy with the huge chin is a reference, I've seen him somewhere)

Tokio, I know your teacher is annoying, but it's rude to call her that lol. This is basically the oppai equivalent of paisen (senpai backwards, it’s slangier). Similar thing actually happened with Ely describing her dream hubby as Goldilocks instead of blond; ‘kinpatsu’ (blond hair) was inverted to become ‘patsukin’, hence the translation as Goldilocks.

Kurohara Tokio (黒原トキオ) and Higashi Azuma (東アヅマ). Kurohara is a common surname, means 'black fields'. Tokio is in katakana, so it’s hard to say what kanji it could be. 'Toki' could be 時 (time) or 外喜 (outside + delight). The 'o' can be the common male name suffix 男 (boy).

But when I think of Tokio, I think of TK's song called 'tokio'. You can read the translated lyrics here. If these lyrics end up being relevant to Tokio's character development I will eat my shoe lol.

Higashi means 'east'. Azuma (which can also be romanized as Aduma, it’s a softer ‘zu’ sound which is why Tokio called Azuma ‘Aju’ earlier in the chapter before correcting himself) is an archaic form of ‘east’. So...this guy is literally East East. The Choujin X equivalent of Moon Moon 😂

Someone also informed me that Higashi Azuma is a station in Tokyo, though the kana are slightly different (アヅマ／あづま vs. あずま). They effectively sound the same though nowadays, if I have to be honest. It’s like comparing the difference between 애 and 에 in Korean.

Tbh this is minor, but worth mentioning just cause it changes the meaning a bit. Tokio is saying something more like, “Why are we even talking about this [the roly-polies] again?”

I think I heard people talking about how the official TL doesn’t match the original text, but personally I really like how this was translated! Sis is using the expression  「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」, which literally means “boiling the dirt under someone’s fingernails and drinking it”. By taking the dirt/grime under the fingernails of someone that you admire, and boiling it and drinking it like a tea, you can become more like them.

But because idioms don’t tend to directly translate well between languages, translators often have to adapt it so that the meaning still remains the same. In English the closest idiom we have to this is “rubbing off on someone.” The “holding hands” bit was added to replace the physical aspect of “taking the dirt from someone’s fingernails” and also contribute to Sis’s sassy and very informal way of speaking.

So Sis is saying in JP (ignoring her personal speech style for now):

You should take the dirt from under [Azuma's] fingernails and boil it so you can be more like him.

And now in ENG it becomes:

You guys should hold hands or something, then maybe he’ll rub off on you.

It now sounds natural in English, still carries the same meaning as the original text, and also suits the character’s speech pattern.

Moving on, in that same panel the literal TL of Tokio’s dialogue is, “Policeman Azuma got dispatched again today,” emphasizing Azuma’s heroic deeds along with his family connections to the police. Another thing I want to note is that this is the second time Azuma has been called 偉い (erai) so far - noble, and now great guy. I’ll just dump the general English definition of 偉い from Jisho here so you get the general idea:

Great; excellent; admirable; remarkable; distinguished; important; celebrated; famous; eminent

But you can tell from how people describe Azuma as 偉い that others look up to him, think he’s a great person and Mr. Perfect. Always being placed on a pedestal by others. (What are the odds this will affect his mentality after the Choujin serum?)

The meaning is still pretty much the same, but I’ll offer a slightly different perspective. Sis mentions that if she were Tokio, she’d burst from the [Azuma] complex. (Clearly Tokio and Azuma's relationship is gonna crack at some point)

Tokio mentions an idiom about hawks (taka) before recalling his childhood memory about vultures. Vultures are called 'hagewashi', but in the chapter it mentions they can also be called 'hagetaka' (buzzard/condor, literally bald hawk).

The kids call him names like "Hagetaka Tokio" and "Hageo". But Hagetaka Tokio only really works in JP cause Hagetaka kinda mimics his last name (Buzzard Tokio doesn't give the same vibe). Same with Hageo. Hage-o = Bald-o = Baldy.

I also think Buzzard was chosen over another name for a vulture like Condor because Buzzard can pass off as an insult.

I would have translated this as, “I wanted to be a lion too...” but this is just personal preference.

A continuation of the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression Sis used earlier. Without the adapted idiom the exchange goes something like this:

Tokio: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

Azuma: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

Tokio: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

Azuma: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

But since the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression was modified to make it sound natural in English, it means this conversation has to be modified too.

JP: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

EN: My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you. What do you think?

The “dirt from under your nails” part got adapted to “holding hands”, hence how the 1st line from Tokio becomes, “My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you.” “Can I have some?” makes no sense now in this context now, so it was changed to “What do you think?” as a question to Azuma to keep the similar conversation flow going.

JP: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

EN: Huh? What’re you talking about? No thanks.

Azuma’s next line is similar enough to the JP text except for the removal of “scary”. I think the reason it was most likely removed is because leaving it as it is could be constituted as homophobic (2 boys holding hands, absolutely nothing scary about it as bible thumpers would like people to believe).

JP: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

EN: She said to hold hands so you’ll rub off on me.

Tokio’s response to that is explaining what he meant by his proposal. In the original text he lays out the latter half of the idiom (he doesn’t even realize it’s an expression, poor boy), and in English he does something similar by going into why his sister said they should hold hands (so Azuma can rub off on Tokio).

JP: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

EN: C’mon. That’s not how things work.

Azuma’s then rebuts Tokio’s proposal as ridiculous. In the original text he drops a typical straight man response (don’t do *insert whatever ridiculous thing the idiot suggested*). But since Tokio’s proposal in English isn’t as preposterous, his rebuttal is toned down in response by telling him not to take it literally.

Ultimately, even though a lot of this dialogue was changed, I still think it was successful in maintaining the original’s intent. Tokio takes his sister’s sarcastic suggestion literally and brings it up to Azuma, who dismisses it as silly. It would be nice if we could keep the expression as it was in Japanese, but in instances like this where it’s played off of in multiple lines, that’s easier said than done.

軟体 isn’t an actual word, it’s made up of the kanji soft + body. So kinda like Elastigirl, but Flexi was chosen instead. It doesn’t sound 100% right, but I don’t think I could come up with anything better.

Replacing the しい in 楽しい with the C plus that elongated pronunciation makes Johnny sound even more like a stereotypical Yankee, which is why he sounds like that in English 😂

Random but I found it interesting how Azuma called Johnny a youkai (妖怪) instead of something like bakemono (化け物) or obake (お化け) since they’re shapeshifting monsters.

Tokio is worried that if he doesn't do something right now, he's going to lose his friendship with Azuma. The sentence is fine as it is though.

Azuma’s line can also be worded as, "No hard feelings, okay?"

Bestial = 獣化 (juuka) = beast+change = beast transformation

That’s it from me, if you have questions about the TL feel free to send an ask or reply to this post, I promise I’ll check my inbox more often this time 😂

[yeahdontcreamyourpants]

stranger things 4 thoughts

i’ll add to this later too

in no particular order, literally just word vomit honestly

this is mostly about volume 2 but as i rewatch i’ll probs add more as i think of things

obvi hated eddie’s death???? he was my fav character so that makes sense but on top of me just liking him, it was entirely unsatisfying. it was basically pointless. like yeah he thought it would help and he was finally being a hero but it ultimately ended up being unnecessary. the fact that we didn’t see any of the aftermath outside of dustin holding him and then telling uncle wayne. what about robin, steve, and nancy? on top of missing their own reactions, what about their reactions to finding dustin with him? they didn’t even have a funeral or memorial? even if they did leave his body in the upside down??? probably my number one issue with his death though is that they never cleared his name. he didn’t get redemption. everyone in hawkins still thinks he killed everyone and he’s this terrible person when he’s the opposite. there was literally nothing good that came from his death.

max???? literally why??? i’m honestly undecided on how i feel about this whole thing other than it was TRAUMATIC

since when can el bring back people from the dead also?

the time skip, bruh for WHAT. missed out on everything i mentioned about eddie’s death but also so much more. el coming back after fighting vecna? everyone coming out of the upside down only to realize everything vecna showed nancy was happening (i imagine that would rock her world)? the people of hawkins reacting to the “earthquake” which was really hell on earth opening up? what happened in the soviet union? lazy writing to me

what happened to enzo, yuri, and murray?

loved the moment with jonathan and will

where is dr. owens

i’m obsessed with the scene where they steal the rv. everyone’s acting in that? iconic. the music? iconic. just a nice bit of comedic relief.

also would have LOVED to hear more about eddie’s childhood, him talking about his dad teaching him how to hotwire was interesting. i feel like this is more of something they’d put in one of the stranger things official novels though so i hope we get one on eddie (similar to runaway max and rebel robin if y’all know what i’m talking about)

fuck jason they shoulda blamed it all on him, he died anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

can we talk about how fucked it was when the guy tackled erica??? an ELEVEN YEAR OLD??? that was sus but i did love when she rocked his shit

robin calling steve’s name immediately when the vines got her 🥺 I LOVE THEM I WANT PALS LIKE THAT

also the duffer brothers saying they “didn’t see the chemistry” between eddie and chrissy until everyone watched the show and pointed it out is so fake. hellooooo??? eddie literally dedicates master of puppets to her?? are they BLIND

speaking of master of puppets, maybe my fav part of the whole season. obvi loved seeing eddie play especially knowing joe actually learned it but i also loved the use of it as max is running from vecna and everything else happening in that moment. it just seemed different but still really effective. i feel like normally they’d go for something more dramatic and i guess maybe less upbeat? idk a metal song just seemed different and i really liked it.

what happened to neil? obvi he’s not in the picture anymore but did he just fuck off outta hawkins after billy died? what even happened after billy died? i need more explanation on the mall fire excuse. for EVERYONE, not just billy

where is max’s mom during all the vecna stuff? what happened when max went into the hospital?

MAX’S L E T T E R S

why did karen have her own poster?

i’ll stop here for now but feel free to pop in my inbox so we can discuss

idk why the spacing is weird

[kitkatpancakestack]

Hold up...your theory on all the season finales focusing on Buck and his love interests — Buck ending each season being left by someone he loved (he didn't really love Ali, but doesn't matter). Hold. Up. Not really a theory, but a keen observation of fact on your part! But what was different about season 4, hmm? He almost lost Eddie, but the episode ended with Eddie staying, Eddie choosing Buck. THIS SHOW!!!

911 narrarive parallels are rarely one-on-one, they are like fractals. What on earth is coming next???

(And I am now just remembering that that scene with Buck and Eddie was the final scene of the episode, before the montage.)

I don't know what I'm asking except I would love to hear more of your thoughts on this parallel (or anything else 911 that is on your mind...)

OHohoh be careful what you ask for, I will reach into my brain and splatter the proverbial canvas with every over-analytical triviality I can get my hands on.

@yramesoruniverse I am so happy to see you in my inbox, every time your url pops up on my dash I smile. I vibe with your vibes! Reading your tags on my posts and vice versa feels like we're sitting down with some popcorn to talk shit (affectionate) about this beloved weewoo show.

Okay okay onto the ask - naturally I have some opinions, 90% of my headspace is the weewoo and 10% is nonsense like bills, groceries, my job, school applications, etc. I've got thoughts. So here we go:

I've started realizing this on my latest re-watch, and I just got to the season 3 finale, and as I was shoving my face full of Wendy's I thought to myself, whoa whoa whoa, this is the third finale of this show and the third time I have to see Buck all forlorn and woe is me bc another LI is leaving him. And everything snowballed after that. Let's go in order, and then we're gonna talk about other character's arcs as they manifest in the finale, and then hopefully I can pull this mess together at the end so it makes sense!

Let's preface these analyses by saying that typically season finales are reserved for revisiting the main storylines of characters, and in the case of 9-1-1 which focuses on the personal lives of the first responders, the main storylines revolve around those characters' families. Buck's main storyline is his search for meaningful connection and having something that he can call his own.

1x10: "A Whole New You"

Abby leaves Buck. That's what this boils down to in regards to the theme of this post. After Buck prepared himself to "step into it with her" and "keep her company there," Abby's mom passed away and relieved her of the last thing tethering her in place, resulting in her deciding to travel the world and rediscover herself. I think the title of the episode is hilarious as it relates to Buck and Abby, because it's pretty obvious in Abby's case but in the context of the next season we literally start to see the transition to a "whole new Buck." I hate speaking its name aloud, but Buck 2.0 anyone???

Why Abby leaves: she was afraid she would lose herself if she stayed

What Buck learns: he is capable of a monogamous relationship and actually he might prefer this to the alternative

2x18: "This Life We Choose"

Ali leaves Buck. Her mere existence in this episode shows the audience Buck is actively moving on from Abby. He is trying to make this whole meaningful connection thing work, which feels more authentic to him probably because Ali is already established in his life (sound like someone we know from season 4 anybody??? sorry I digress), but we know how this turns out.

Why Ali leaves: she couldn't handle the inherent danger and unpredictability of his job

What Buck learns: people leave, but you know what will always be there for him? His job. Let's project our entire self-worth onto that, then.

3x18: "What's Next?"

Abby leaves Buck (again, and this time for another man!). It's more like the continuation and finalization of the process she started in the season one finale, but absolutely this gets its own mention. Never mind that Tim said the train was literally a metaphor for Buck. Abby isn't walking off into the vague unknown with this one. She is about to marry a single father (cough cough) and that is the deliberate cut-off to her and Buck's relationship, which leaves him in a bit of a freefall as is obvious during the first bit of season 4 (hello Dr. Copeland, better late than never I suppose).

Why Abby leaves: she found someone who she can be her authentic self with, who she doesn't feel will make her backslide

What Buck learns: everybody walks away, he is always the one left behind, maybe the problem is himself.

4x14: "Survivors"

Eddie almost left Buck. The difference? Abby and Ali both made active choices to leave him. Eddie had to literally get gunned down in the street, through no choice of his own, in order to even be added into this parallel. Considering the culminating events of Buck's story arc throughout the years and especially the plotline we get in season four alone, this is huge, don't you think? I know the writers do, because they literally put up a huge neon sign with the final scene between Buck and Eddie like, "We know Buck always gets left behind at the end of each season but look at this! He isn't! In fact, it's the exact opposite!" and then we're forced to go insane ruminating on the meaning of these choices for an eternity during the hiatus.

This is already obscenely long, and I have some thoughts about other characters and how their main plotlines play out during the season finales, but I'll leave this here for now. Hope this gave you something!

[chaoslynx]

Hiii!!!!!!!

This first charecter that came to my mind is Ash! /Of course/!!

Prompt! Adopting/rescuing stray cat!!

Anyways, much much love and support!! ❤️

send a character to my inbox (with or without a prompt) and I’ll attempt to write 200+ words from their POV!

credit for the starring role in this drabble goes to @bearflame's cat.

 "No way," Ash says, crossing his arms. "I see where your mind is going, and there's not a chance."

"But Ash!" Eiji whines, and—oh shit, Ash is already starting to cave.

He has to stay strong here. "We can take it to an animal shelter, or ask one of the guys if they know a good home for it, but ... we can't ..."

Eiji holds the scruffy orange cat up to Ash, and it has those big dumb baby eyes, and—

Fuck!

Ash tries not to show his smile. "We are not adopting a stray cat right now."

"I think he has a sinus infection or something," Eiji mumbles, and the cat sneezes like it's on cue. Holy shit. Did they plan this?

"Eiji," Ash whines.

"I heard him wheezing from the street! We can't just leave him like this."

"The animal shelter option is still open," Ash says, raising an eyebrow.

Eiji puts on that big pouty face, and the cat is doing, like, the same face, and—ugh.

"All right, let's take a look at the little guy," Ash says. Eiji sets the cat down on the ground, and Ash pulls out his phone to use as a flashlight. The light shines on the cat, and the stupid little idiot gets startled by its own shadow and jumps about two feet into the air.

"You scared him!" Eiji whines.

"I didn't mean to!" Ash insists. "Don't let him get away! Be careful." Wait, shit. He's supposed to be on the side of not taking the cat home. Fuck. "Does he have a tag or anything?"

"Nope. He's pretty clearly a stray." Eiji inspects the cat quickly. "I think he's scared. Stop shining the light at him!"

"I'm just trying to help," Ash mutters, quickly fumbling to turn his phone light back off. The alley goes dark.

The cat hiccups.

"You scared him so bad you gave him hiccups!" Eiji insists. "Now we have to adopt him."

"No? We don't? That's literally not how this works."

"Please, Ash? Please please please?"

They stare at each other for a moment, and Eiji holds the cat up again.

Ash sighs. "How many stray blond rescues does this make? I'm starting to think you have a type."

"Three!" Eiji declares proudly. "Ash the Lynx, Buddy the golden retriever, and Pumpkin here."

"You are not naming the cat Pumpkin."

 "It's the perfect name for an orange cat!"

"I happen to think that Ash is the perfect name for a blond cat. Or, like, anything but Pumpkin."

"Well that's all well and good for your fursona, Mr. Lynx, but this cat is named Pumpkin."

"Who the hell taught you fursona?" Ash demands.

Eiji just giggles.

"... Alex's days are numbered. I swear to god—"

"So does that mean we can bring the cat home?"

"Fine. But only if you pick a name that's not Pumpkin."

"Okay, Lynx-kin over there."

"Who taught you kinning?!" Ash throws his hands up and starts walking away, slow enough for Eiji to gather up the cat—Pumpkin—and follow him.

"You already love this cat, don't you?" Eiji asks, and Ash can't tell if he's teasing or serious.

Ash sighs again. "Well, if nothing else, I can relate to being afraid of the shadow of a pumpkin."