#I HAVE TO GET USED TO THAT. THIS IS FUCKING NORMAL. GAH

[falmerbrook]

Western Solstice/Season of the Worm Cult 1 Thoughts

TLDR: Liked the zone, liked the side quests, liked the basic narrative of the main quest but wasn't happy with its execution/dialogue.

So you know that thing I’ve brought up before about how the writing in this game tries to have its cake and eat it too? Where they want every zone story to be accessible to new players (and players who forgot anything or don’t pay attention to what’s going on) while still having reoccurring characters and plot threads? And how in the end it does a disservice to both; to the story as its own thing and as a continuation of things? Yeah, well I think I reached the end of my patience in this zone with that problem. I like the story itself, but am frustrated with its execution.

Major spoilers under the cut (also sorry this is so long)

Ok, first of all, things I liked:

Skordo my beloved <3. Always a king. His voice is back to normal. I cherish him.

I liked the zone itself! I was kinda expecting it to be small and empty, and while it was empty in the same way a lot of the more recent zones have been, I was pleasantly surprised by how big and like a real island it felt. Sunport and the Writhing Wall are such good set pieces and are gorgeous at sunrise and sunset, and I thought the sight lines everywhere were really good and helped it feel like an expansive place. I also liked the aesthetics of the tropical setting, the Argonians, and the mix of Argonian and Altmer architecture in Sunport. Just a cool place overall.

I also liked the worldbuilding and side quests! The history and culture and religion of the Corelanyans and Tide Born was very cool and imo a good addition to the world. I always love seeing cultures that are shaped by their environment and having the Tide Born be a hist-less Argonian culture whose way of life and beliefs have adapted to island living was super awesome. The history and development of both cultures just felt very natural to me (e.g. the Corelanyans going from necromancers who made deals with daedric princes to worshipping some of the more morally acceptable princes). I'm excited to hopefully learn more about the Stone Nest in Eastern Solstice since it sounds like they are Argonians still following the older ways with Xanmeers and the lot. The Nords felt kinda out of place, but were interesting enough to get a pass from me (and that quest with them was cute).

On the note of quests, I like the side quests! I had a good time with them! I particularly liked the Meridia temple one (always cool to get more Meridia lore and seeing characters have crises of faith imo), the ghost hunting one, and the Tide Born village one.

My feelings about the main quest are more mixed, but on the positive side I thought the narrative itself (ignoring execution) had enough compelling and interesting point to keep me invested in what was happening next or where things were going. I already like the set up of this storyline being split in two this year because it gives us opportunities to have hints and implication dropped now that we can muse over that will be resolved in the next part (e.g. what's going on with Vanus, who his ally is, etc.).

Also I fucking love angst. Thank you Gabrielle Benele for fulfilling my angsty needs. I am almost certainly not going to be satisfied with the pay off of it but for now I can revel in the heartbreak. Love you Gabby <3

EDIT: forgot to mention but I also liked the roleplaying options. I know some were dissatisfied with the them not having huge effect, but dialogue options that continue the story in the same direction but just elicit a different response from the other characters is pretty much exactly what I wanted.

On the note of dissatisfaction though...

On to my concerns and issues.

Just let me get it off my chest one more time. If I have to here "Gah-bri-elle" or "Gaudy-er" one more time I'm skinning myself. Ok, ok, it's out of my system now.

So I really think the main story here is the most egregious example of the issues I brought up at the beginning so far. This expansion was literally marketed as a sequel to the base game's main quest, yet the characters (almost all of whom are characters we got close to in the base game) barely acknowledge any relationship we may have with them, nor the information we'd likely already know. The Vestige is really at their most moronic here and it was getting to the point it frustrated me. The characters kept explaining things to me that happened in the base game and prologue like our character wasn't there, and the dialogue prompts for the Vestige that were need to progress conversations also assumed we had no idea what was going on. Like I've said before, this is a writing problem that permeates the whole game, but it felt really absurd here given the marketing for this story and the characters present. Especially because, I feel like if I was a new player, I would get, like, nothing out of this story. Outside of a few moments (namely Gabrielle's confession at Li-Xal or optional dialogue with Raz) we don't really get any moments to connect with the characters (and the intention with that Gabrielle moment is probably more to foreshadow her actions later than have a moment to get to know a character tbh, as much as I loved it). I feel like all of my investment in them is based on past adventures with them, so if I was a player who didn't remember them or hadn't met them before, all of the emotional beats at the end of this story would've had no weight I think. Acknowledging that, why is the dialogue written for those players first, and the players who are keeping up with these things are just given a few optional dialogue options at the ends of conversations sometimes? I've had random ass side characters from delve quests I didn't remember have more personal dialogue with the Vestige than these reoccurring characters we've literally been to hell with.

I don't know what kind of player this is meant to appeal to. is it new players? Is it players returning for the first time in awhile who forgot? Is it player who don't pay attention to the stories of quests? I don't know, and to be honest, I feel like they shouldn't be the ones being catered to primarily for a story like this one. Rather than starting out dialogue/conversations assuming we don't know what's going on and then throwing us bones later in the conversation, start out dialogue (if we've completed the requisite quests) assuming we know what's going on and then later throw a bone to the folks who don't. Just accept that people who are going into this without having played a single other story in this game or who mash through the dialogue are going to be confused. Maybe I'm being callous, but I feel like that's on them. I feel a little ridiculous feeling this way, but it was genuinely starting to piss me off in this story that it felt like the stuff I'd done in the past had no impact on what was happening there. No game, I know who Darien and Vanus are. Why are you assuming I don't? I know you can tell I've completed the quests with them before! I'd rather you develop the story or characters more than waste more time reiterating what I already know.

I get that having options to recap who's who and what's going on is helpful because obviously not everyone is going to remember anything, but I was rereading some dialogue from Elsweyr and I feel like that storyline handled balancing that so much better (Elsewyr is honestly peak character writing in general).

The main quest was also weirdly short, which didn't help this issue. Each individual quest in it was a lot shorter than I think they've been in pretty much every expansion, and there weren't many of them either (and the side quests felt longer than usual I think too?). Like, I didn't think it was paced badly, it just didn't have a lot of the waffling around trying to figure out some mystery that other stories have had. Which sounds like it would be a good thing when I type it out like this, but in hindsight I think that length is good for helping us get to know and get invested in the characters, and I just felt like we didn't have almost any of those moments here. It was like the bare minimum was a satisfyingly structured story. There weren't many slower times to get to know the characters or get a vibe on what they are thinking or feeling about current situations. For exmaple with Wormblood, it felt like he barely existed as a person and not a vessel for Mannimarco to possess at the end. While the drama of Gabrielle's sacrifice was *chefs kiss* and I liked the foreshadowing up to it, I am pretty sad she's gone since I wish we had more time with her in this story (I'm huffing copium rn that she ends up coming back somehow, extra permanent death be damned!!). Anyway, I'm hoping part 2 is longer (and doesn't get bogged down trying to explain to me who's who), and I'm choosing to remain optimistic about it.

Any finally, I'm a little worried about Darien. Idk it's hard to explain but also everything at the end happens so fast that I'm still trying to mull over it in my head (and UESP hasn't put up the dialogue yet waaaahhhhhhh). But basically, between Gabrielle and Skordo talking about Darien as if he's been dead since the assaults on Coldharbour (and them not mentioning at all how every other time we've seen Gabrielle she's basically been dedicating her life to finding Darien and insisting he's not dead), the way he's brought back implying he was dead, and Darien's dialogue once he's back, I have this nagging feeling in my head that they're overlooking or ignoring what happened in Summerset?? Maybe?? I might be dumb but I was under the impression he wasn't actually dead. I'm sorry idk how to explain it but the vibes are off and Darien's dialogue was confusing to me. Maybe I'm just being stupid.

idk I think a lot of this is just on me. Maybe I had my expectations too high. Which is a little odd for me because they weren't very high after seeing the reactions from PTS folks. I was thinking I'll try to lower them for part 2 but I also like being excited for things so knowing me I probably won't.

Anyway, hopes and predictions for part 2 to end on a higher note:

I'm hoping (coping) that when the story got split up it got split unevenly and this is more like 1/3 of the story rather than 1/2, so there will be more main story in the next part. I'm also hoping that this will truly be a part 2 of the same story, rather than a wishy-washy kinda part 2 like the DLCs used to be like.

I'm hoping my issues with the dialogue will be at least partly alleviated in part 2 because it’ll be a part 2 (like the epilogues in the yearly storylines)

I'm not at all worried about the side quests really. Looking forward to them.

I'm very excited (and very very nervous) to have Darien back. I don't really have any predictions I just really really hope they don't fuck it up and whatever they do with him feels satisfying.

I'm looking forward to seeing what ends up happenings to Mannimarco/Wormblood and Vanus. Is Wormblood still in there too or are we just facing Mannimarco from here on out? If Wormblood is still present in his body somehow, will there be conflict between him and Mannimarco? hmmmmmm

I wonder who Vanus's ally is? He kept mentioning having one and that didn't get resolved to I bet it will be addressed in part 2.

I'm curious if Gabrielle is truly dead-dead or if they're gonna pull something off with her. Everyone is talking about her like she's dead-dead so I guess that's the case, but also we don't truly know how the Gift of Death/Light of Meridia works. I'll be fine with either I think. If she stays dead, I hope they keep some weight to it instead of just moving on and never bringing it up again (not optimistic about that one), and if she comes back I hope there are still some consequences to her sacrifice rather than it being a return to the status quo. Whatever happens, I just hope it’s narratively satisfying.

[chaoslinych]

AW YEAH I'VE MADE TEXT FOR THIS

I. I don't even know why I couldn't write it, I just kept forgetting

(and I can't NOT write a text, I LOVE TO TALK AND I DO IT TOO MUCH, adhd autism is real)

AND BASICALLY I CAN DO GOUACHE, uh, could do it before?

literally a year ago when I've started this blog I suddenly switched to digital out of technical reasons (easier to draw more complex things this way), but before this I would draw with gouache a lot, I STILL REALLY LOVE GOUACHE, I have a lot of it, and sometimes I still get the urge to do

something

sometimes I need to remind myself what is it

AND YES, THE CLADERY HEIR, a "redraw" of her in-game portrait for fun (just because I drew her before, and this is a direct reference, without support like this I feel myself even more clumsy, but even like thus I didn't risk to draw her coat)

maybe someday I'll draw the other ones, that would be nice, I'm especially looking at the mechanic and the magician, ACTUALLY I LOVE THIS TRIO BECAUSE. THEY'RE THE ONLY THREE WHO WEAR GREEN (read as viric) OUT OF OFFICERS AND THEY'RE ALL. FUCKED UP. TWO ARE CONNECTED TO FINGERKINGS AND THE OTHER ONE HAS SO MANY FUCKING PROBLEMS WITH A SIMILAR KIND OF THEME. AND SUDDENLY SOMEHOW THEY ALL CONNECTED WITH FUCKED UP ENGINES??? I LOVE THEM (but more often its actually a quartet, because canoneer is a good feiend for mechanic, but he's red, but red is a complementary color to green, okay he fits here) ((AND THE FUCKING SCHOLAR IS GREEN. WHY)) (((and a duo of the heir and the magician is fun because hehe they're barking at each other)))

sometimes I actually look at the magician because I have oil paints. water-mixable oil paints "COBRA"

THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING FUNNY IF I DO IT SOMEDAY (but so far I havent drawn him at all yet, but I'm gonna need to)

[wolfowls]

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[knight-of-flowerss]

So uhm.. everyone wanted Cregan p!links.. SO HERE YALL ARE HEHEHE!!

MASTERLIST

CREGAN STARK + SOMEJACAERYS VELARYON TWITTER P!LINKS:

🛻•Trucker!Cregan:

Type of shit you send Cregan when he's on the road

Cregan when he comes back home after a long drive

You asked him to 'kidnap' you part two

He takes you whenever, wherever

You wanted to enjoy nature, he wanted to enjoy you

How he gets you to say yes to sex

He saw this on pornhub and decided he wanted to try

When the kids aren't home

Long story short of how you get pregnant

While the kids are in bed

Yk how I said he makes reader ride him even when she's super pregnant?..

📚•Nerd!Cregan:

Sucking off Cregan while he plays his games

Teasing him

He convinced you to dress up, you convinced him to cum

He finally lets you touch him

Touching Cregan in public just might be your favourite thing in the world

He fucks you in his room part two

He finally gets confidence part two

Hold fuck - his thought process

Probably his favourite thing in the world

He's so soft I can't 😭🩷

He finally learnt how to munch part two

🔧•Mechanic!Cregan:

He might be sweet, but he loves a good fuck

Cregan fucking you at work

Desperate

He loves to focus on you part two

He fucks you in your ruined Porsche part two

Fucking Aegon's sister

He loves waking up to you ontop

100% sends this to you when he's supposed to be stepping in for Harwin at work

He normally treats you like a princess but you've been bratty

He loves fucking you in his car part two part three part four part five part six

Quickly, before he has to go to work

🍻•Frat!Cregan:

Cregan changes positions 24/7

You bounce on his cock while Alysanne sits on his face

Getting fucked by Cregan and Jacaerys while Baela and Rhaena suck Lucerys off

He loves making his innocent tutor do something dirty

How you look after a party at Cregan's frat

You're just a thing to fuck to Cregan

Cregan ruins you while Jace watches

He manages to convince his best friends little sister to be naughty

You're dedicated to your studies but Cregan can't bear not getting sucked off every five bloody minutes

Riding his thigh when he's supposed to be studying for his exam, he's using you as an excuse for when he fails it part two-he fails his exam

Tell me frat boy!Cregan wouldn't do this to innocent!reader

He's a man of many positions

He loves sharing you with Jace

he LOVES sharing the same hole with Jacaerys

💪•Himbo!Cregan:

Cregan can't resist, even when you're supposed to be in control

Valentine’s Day surprise

Big, beefy and breaking your back

He's a rough fuck but.. worth it

He shows you just how strong he is

This is just so himbo!Cregan omg

This is also so himbo!Cregan coded 😭

He loves to pleasure you but you just couldn't stop wriggling so this is how he holds you

He loves video games but he also loves your cunt, gah! Which one to choose?! How about both 🤭 part two

You wanted to try being in control

🐺•HOTD!Cregan:

He loves you bouncing on him when he's tired

Fucking you on the sofa

Sleepy sex go brrr

Uh-.. yeah.. Cregan loves doggy

Holding you down

He got a littleee too excited about fucking Jace's daughter

REAL MEN EAT PUSSY

Treating you like a QUEEN

Fucking Alysanne's sister at his own wedding

Oh he 100% bear hugs you while he fucks

🐉•Jacaerys extras!:

Jacaerys would 100% send you this

Jacaerys has to do this when he fucks his pretty little twin

He doesn't have the heart to sully his aunt

He loves being as close as he possibly can be

He can't quite seem to get enough

Holding down his girlfriends!bsf while he fucks her

His bully teases him

Fucking Luke's girlfriend

hope y'all enjoy my lovelies!!

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood

[s0lar-ch3ri]

wish we could talk but your stone walls leave me hurt

(title is lyric from here we go again by mikayla geier i believe is her last name, theres a tiny bit of arguing but its hurt/comfort guys its not like my other one i prommy)

woah fic link time go my scarabs i guess

Troy thought he was pretty freaking great. I mean, he was. He won so many games (3/7, that’s a huge number), everyone loved him (everyone who mattered at least), and he was so awesome (this one didn’t need any explanation). His little bee might be a tad on edge, but that’s fine. No, that’s completely normal and not his fault at all. Nothing for Troy to worry about.

Cog, did it get cold! I mean, Troy’s so smart, he knows snow is cold, but it’s been a bit since it got bad enough to a point where they had him go home earlier (it was NOT from the wipeout, shut up, that didn’t happen, and he didn’t need to tell anyone it happened). It may have been closer to go to his dad’s house, a bit easier too, but Troy liked a little challenge, it kept him on his feet and ready for anything. He wasn’t ever worried to show his dad when he got hurt, or anybody, he just wanted to visit his pretty awesome boyfriend and had no ulterior motives ever.

A feeling Troy wasn’t used to, yet was getting too often to like, was a twinge in his chest as he went to knock on the door. There was the smallest of voices in the back of his head, one saying he’d be turned away and shamed, one who said he’d be unwanted if he showed up in this state. But he’s Troy! He’s awesome, the most awesome, and ever so cool. In fact, dare he say it, he’s the best ever! He doesn’t need to worry. This is Lint, and if Lint loved him, everyone loved him, everyone that mattered.

He knocked on the door.

Lint opened the door, a look of concern on his face as he met Troy’s gaze (who wouldn’t look at Troy with such care, he’s so awesome, right?), looking at him up and down as if trying to decipher what he’d say to a brick wall.

“You’re hurt.”

“Hoo hah rise up?”

“Gah, get inside.”

It seems as though Lint wasn’t charmed the pants off by his totally awesome and not-at-all goofy smile. Maybe he didn’t like when the facial injuries made blood drip from him. Whatever, men covered in blood might be hot. That’s- that’s a normal thought. Yes it is. One hundred percent. We move on.

It wasn’t exactly the first time Lint had to patch Troy up from injuries of steam-sledding. It’s just never been under this kind of circumstance. It’s been after tournaments and such, but not too much Troy going to Lint’s house as the sun was setting to get something cared for. Which, that totally wasn’t the plan, he just wanted to see his boyfriend, who could agree he’s awesome, unlike his dad (well, he totally would, just- it’s complicated, shut up, don’t think about it).

“What was it this time?”

“Huh?”

“The reason you’re this bad? How big a fluke was it?”

“Psh, no, it’s nothing, I’m fine. Thanks though.”

Lint stopped cleaning the wounds. “You can’t be doing this again.”

“Hm?”

“You can’t keep fucking- no, I’m not gonna put up with this again!” It’s a kind of anger Troy wasn’t used to. Troy, however smart he totally is, was utterly lost in whatever Lint could mean. He tilted his head in a way that may or may not resemble that of a confused dog as Lint put down the cleaning tools and stormed to the other side of the room. His hands were shaking (he couldn’t have been cold, his place was pretty warm, strange), and his breathing seemed more stiff, as if he was forcing himself to breathe at a normal pace (not that Troy would know anything about that, totally).

“Dude- I mean babe, my Honey Bee, what’s up?” Troy was a master of words.

“I don’t like being lied to Troy, you- you should know this!”

“Lie-”

Lint turned to yell at him, as if the raising of his voice wasn’t enough to send a message (knowing Troy, maybe it never was). “Every time I bother to ask, it’s always nothing, or something to not worry over, just-” He starts angrily buzzing. He does that.

Troy walked over to him, trying to grab onto his hands, trying to make sense of him. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong dude-”

Lint smacked away his hands, they stung a bit (pun unintended). Lint had so much anger in his eyes. Troy caught onto the tears that streamed from them, like a slowly melting ice glacier. “Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong dude?!!”

“I don’t und-”

“TALK TO ME COG-DAMN IT! I CAN FUCKING TAKE IT! I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND, WHY CAN’T YOU TRUST ME?!”

Troy went silent. His heartbeat was pretty fast. He was shaking, but totally from the cold. They were still inside. It was just the cold, yeah. Lint was shaking too, his hands clenched into fists at his side.

“H-”

“Go.”

Normally, Troy hated taking orders. However, this was Lint, and he was Troy, and Lint loved Troy, and Lint was the only one that mattered. He walked into some side room (he didn’t know if he wanted to risk the cold outside with unwrapped wounds), closing the door carefully and sitting behind it.

Troy can’t recall if he’s ever seen his boyfriend so angry. He doesn’t know if he’s just never shown it before. Troy held himself to be so great, and Lint always agreed. He didn’t want to give him any other idea. He didn’t need to give anybody that idea, he was awesome, and he never needed to explain why.

Maybe that’s because Troy couldn’t figure out how to explain why.

As Troy? He’s Troy, he’s gonna always be awesome! As a person? People wouldn’t get it when he explained that. He to them was self-absorbed, vain, an idiot, and thinking how, he’s unsure how wrong he is.

Maybe that was the issue. He was too great.

He couldn’t be anything but great. Not for his dad, not for his team, not for Lint. It was really a lie when he told him it was nothing, huh?

Cog, how many times had he said that? He couldn’t remember. Every small dismissal of himself, the asking without thanks- has Troy ever even said please? Lint has done so much good for someone who was great, so why has someone so bad done nothing for someone so much better than great could be? He took his boyfriend for granted, and yet he’s stayed because…Troy doesn’t know. His greatness? Is he really that? His steamsledding skills? Considering the situation, those weren’t good enough for him, and even if they were, Lint wasn’t that kind of guy. His looks? Not that kind of guy again, no, he thought of nothing Lint could be with him for.

Troy probably wasn’t unlikable, just…unsure if he was dating material.

A knock outside startled Troy, making him jump forward a bit more than he should have. The door opened, a puffy-eyed and tired Lint staring down at a still-injured and looking-like-a-flame-in-a-snowstorm Troy on the ground, slightly wide-eyed.

“I never finished helping you.”

“How long have I been in-”

“My bathroom? 5 minutes. C’mon Sugar.”

Even if he weren’t injured, Troy wobbled up, Lint having himself used as a crutch.

“It-”

“Is fine, now let’s finish up.”

Troy nodded. Lint knew how to bandage well, it was a good amount of tightness. He just watched Lint’s hands, his slightly shaking, something he knew wasn’t from cold. Lint had careful, caring movements. Troy wondered how well he’d do at those. They were both silent, minus a silent hum from Lint as he worked. Cog, he sounded pretty. Troy needed to do better for him.

“I don’t get it,” a breath Troy lost with his boyfriend’s beauty and his own pride.

“Get what?” Lint buzzed at him.

“You stick around, you continue to love me, when I just…Don’t do it right. Why?” Troy was ever so small and fragile, he felt like a thin piece of glass, and the blizzard was coming.

“Because I want to love you.” He said like it was the simplest answer in the world.

Troy snickered a bit. His bee was lovely.

His bee.

“I’m gonna do better.”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna be a better boyfriend, for you.” He could have thought he was. He just didn’t want to lie.

“...I’d like that, I think.” There was a small smile on Lint’s face, a small snicker too.

A big smile formed on Troy’s face. “Aw, are you laughing at me dude?”

“It’s not everyday you-”

“Yeah? I what?” He was holding back a world of giggles.

“I can’t help but laugh if you’re a bit of an idiot-” He finished up the bandaging, which was good, as Troy grabbed him into the couch and restrained him with a hug.

“I’m gonna get you for that dude!”

Now the two of them were laughing, with Troy bear-hugging Lint, and Lint playfully trying to push him off. After a bit, they settled, Troy simply spooning Lint on his couch.

“I wanna stay over the night.”

“We can arrange that.”

“I love you, don’t know if I say it enough.”

“You have time to do it more. I love you too.”

[calamarieater]

Daves ENTIRE PERSONALITY revolved around being just like Bro he never had the time to develop his own personality because from day ONE he wanted to be JUST like Bro he thought Bro was so cool to the point where he even ignored the abuse and just considered it normal, it's so common in abusive households for the abused kids to want to be JUST like their abusers because they've never seen like a normal household, and like most kids you tend to look up to your parents, which is what Dave was doing. Daves entire personality all his interests like everything were branched off from what Bro liked, he never got into things that Bro DIDNT like the only thing he didn't like was Bros puppets but dave wanted to be JUST like Bro he looked UP to him and people seem to completely ignore Bros abuse because of how dave reacted to it but ? what Bro does is still abuse and often when kids are introduced to abuse early in life they dont know that its abuse and they consider it normal which is why Dave reacted the way he did because he WASNT AWARE THAT IT WAS ABUSE WHICH IS NORMAL IN ABUSIVE HOUSEHOLDS AND ABUSED KIDS OFTEN THINK LIKE THAT which is why it comes off as such a SHOCK when you tell a kid they're being abused and whats going on isn’t normal and it seems like most of the fandom just ignores Daves abuse and everything and the fact that he never really developed his own personality until later on just because of the fact that he never really reacted or talked about it which annoys me SO badly I get its like hard to understand what abused kids are like and their bebehavior and stuff but!! you gotta understand like all his interests and everything came from Bro, his entire life until Sburb he wanted to be just like Bro he looked up to Bro so much to the point the abuse wasn't even something he considered abnormal because he thought Bro was just trying to help him be stronger and have a better reaction time or whatever but that's not what was going on and dave didn't know because he hadn't ever seen a normal household/this was his entire life this is what was normal to him so he considered it normal even compared to his friends lives, especially considering all the kids have semi abnormal lives other than john for the most part so dave was just convinced his life was normal because it was what he was used to and his friends also had odd home lives so he was just convinced that his life was the same gah I love Dave. I just think people should TRY and understand Dave’s character more, and it also just irks me how people see him as some flirty dude when thats not how he is, hes a wannabe cool-kid who has no idea how to behave and just mimics his Bros behavior!!! He WANTS TO BE JUST LIKE HIS BRO!!! HE SPENDS SO MUCH TIME TALKING ABOUT HOW COOL HE THINKS HIS BRO IS and you guys i swear he would NOT be a flirty little shit. He lives for bickering so he can come up with cool comebacks so people think “Wow this guy is REALLY fucking cool” when they're talking to him. So many of you guys seem to forget hes 13 in the beginning, his behavior is just a direct copy of how he saw Bro. He did not develop his own personality until later in life, and even then he still had a lot of Bros traits. Most kids dealing with abuse dont even know that its abuse until way late in life, because again, ITS ALL THEY KNOW!! If you lived your entire life not knowing what you were going through was abnormal, or even unhealthy, you would consider it as “the usual” WHICH IS WHY DAVE NEVER HAD A BIG REACTION TO IT, BECAUSE HE WAS SO USED TO IT. HE DIDNT KNOW IT WASNT NORMAL. Dave was a 13 year old boy dealing with an abusive father figure. From his interests to his personality, he just wanted to be like bro. that's all he wanted.

But, towards the end of his arc, we DO see him start to turn away from that desire to be like bro. We see him slowly realize, he isnt like bro. He doesnt want to be like bro. He isn't a "hero" like bro was, he doesnt WANT to be like bro was. But his entire childhood circled around being like bro, and it wasnt until bro died that he finally realized that wasn't what he wanted. But, as it wasn't until late in his life that he realized, he wasnt really able to form his own personality.

In conclusion: Dave is NOT some coolkid flirty boy, hes an abused child with no personality of his own. He is so much more than most of you guys let him be, and its so irritating to me.

[bookvvitch]

♡ Kissed By The Baddest Villain ♡

Link To Masterlist

WC: ~3,000

CW: dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral sex, praise kink, fem dom, teasing, heavy petting. Proof read but no beta.

This chapter is possibly the horniest thing I've ever written lmao. Enjoy 💜

Chapter 7: Good Boy

“Gah, son of a bitch!” You drop one of six bags of groceries you’re bringing in at once.

You hate when it’s your turn being the grocery shopper. It seems like you always get stuck with this shitty job, probably because you’re the least recognizable out of everyone—which you do understand. But still, everyone here eats like a horse, so you end up having an entire two carts full of goods to bring in. You’re already pent up and mad just thinking about how you have to put this all away.

Unfortunately, there’s a meeting for the Vanguard Action Squad going on, so while everyone would normally be scrambling to help you bring everything in, you’re dealing with it alone this time. 

“Piss, fuck, shit and hell,” you mutter under your breath as you drag the bag you’ve dropped into the bar with your foot.

Twenty minutes later and you’ve finally got all of the groceries put away. You nod proudly at your work, then turn to see Dabi leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets and blue eyes fixed on your form. 

You startle, “Jesus. How long have you been here?” 

“Long enough,” he rasps, whiffs of smoke on his breath. 

“And you didn’t offer to help me because...?"

Dabi grins like he knows the punchline of a joke he hasn’t even told, “Thought maybe you could use some punishment for going out like that after I told you not to once already,”

Your brows pinch in confusion before you realize he’s talking about the leggings you’re wearing. Regular, commonplace, black leggings that he apparently thinks he can reprimand you for leaving the house in, despite seeing several other women in the exact same pair at the store. 

Right. 

Because he thinks he’s the one in control right now.

That's alright, this can be a good lesson for him.

“Sit on the couch,” your voice has grown husky, low in your chest, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. 

He scoffs, “You think I'm just gonna—“

You narrow your eyes and dole out, “I said sit,”

Dabi isn’t sure what the hell has come over him, but he does as he’s told. He listens to your command, skulking silently to the couch, then taking a seat dead in the center as an act of rebellion so you won’t have a seat for yourself. You walk over to him calmly, like a stalking predator, a glint in your gaze that says you’re up to something. He gulps down the knot at his Adam’s apple, doing his best to stay still, concealing the shake in his hands as he peers up at you through his eyelashes. 

“Good boy,” you coo at him with a grin, and his breath hitches, eyes shot wide. 

“Don’t,” he clears his throat, “D-don’t fuckin call me that,”

“You don’t like it?” you tug at his earrings playfully.

He blushes bright pink at your question, pursing his lips, avoiding your eyes in the hopes that looking at the floor will quell the heavy stirring in his pants. He shouldn’t like this. Dabi is the one who should be in charge right now, not you. This is wrong.

So why is he this fucking hard right now?

“I didn’t say that,” his voice cracks, you taking control having made him feel bashful and small. 

“That’s good,” you sit on his lap, eliciting a grunt from him, “Because I think you’re the one that needs punished. But don’t worry,” you lick your lips, “I’ll reward good behavior,”

Your eyes flick towards him from over your shoulder, pupils blown out, the pheromones coming off of you close to knocking him back. 

Okay. Calm down. He’s been through way too much to let this get a rise out of him, and there’s no chance in hell he can give you the satisfaction of knowing that this is absolute torture. He tries to think about horrible things to keep himself from becoming too excited, but it’s too late; you have, quite literally, gotten a rise out of him. You press yourself further into his lap, sighing, planting your hands on either thigh. 

Fuck, okay, just concentrate. 

He shifts to rearrange the pressure in his pants, and a small noise gets caught up in your throat, something breathy, a wisp of a moan. Dabi pauses, aware now that his role is the prey you’ve been stalking in the night, before he gives another experimental nudge of his hips. You sound off with his movements once more, your cheeks pinched rose, lashes fluttering over top those starry eyes. They’re glassy and warm when you look at him, rocking into him with more purpose. 

“Fuuuck,” he smears his face with his hand, sweating, pulse in his fingertips, “If you don’t stop I’m gonna take you seriously,”

Two pairs of eyes meet when you tell him, “Then take me seriously,”

He doesn’t recognize the needy little whimper that rackets from him, rutting his cock against the searing heat of your sex beneath your clothes, matching your thrusts and grinds, eager hands grabbing at the inner plush of your thighs to spread them more. 

“There you go, good boy. Nnn, yeah. You like that?” You slip your clit up and down the length of him lightly as you murmur into his ear. 

He nods his head softly, apprehensive to show you just how much he’s enjoying the dominion you have over him. 

“Say it, then. Say you want my pussy,”

Dabi swallows thickly, maddened by the delicious writhing of your body, by the needful expression you wear in spite of the command in your voice. You haven't hardly touched him and he's already wrecked. And he has a feeling you won't relent until he fully admits that.

“Ahh—God, fuck, I-I want your pussy,” he stammers unsteadily from behind you. 

You trace a featherlight touch up his arm, then guide his hand to your aching cunt, his breaths becoming ragged heaves as you do. He groans when he sees your lids flutter at the way he rubs you in long, laving strokes through your pants, whining and bucking beneath you quite shamelessly now, the fingers of his other hand biting into your hip, unsure if he wants to push you off or hold you in place. You pull down your shirt and place both of his rough hands at your exposed breasts, and he groans, almost painfully, while he tweaks at your nipples. The sound sends a bolt of lightening straight through your center, and you abandon trying to pace yourself, grinding on his cock once more, the noises you’re making sinful and lewd.

“Stop, wait, I—fuck, hold on,” he gasps urgently, and you turn to smile at him with a wanton deviance, ceasing the brutal rocking of your pelvis. 

“What’s gonna happen if I keep going, hmm?” You trace a finger up the pulsing length of him through his pants. 

“Mmhh, gonna.. gonna…” his brows knit, shoulders tight and tense, and you can’t help but giggle at how spent he already looks. 

“Gonna what? What am I gonna make you do?”

He groans, hips twitching involuntarily, “You’re gonna make me cum,”

“Poor thing,” you reach back to card your fingers through his hair, “We can’t have that so soon. Or maybe even at all, since this is a punishment,”

You shift to face him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, then press your lips against his, tongue ring clicking the backs of your teeth, savoring the little grunts that flit from him in gentle puffs. He prods at your cunt sloppily, fingers petting you roughly, and you gasp at the pressure, rolling your hips in little circles to encourage the same movements of his digits. The coil within you tightens, winding deep and close to snapping, worsened by the way he’s panting. His eyes are cracked open just enough to watch your expression as he dips his hand past your waistband, the tip of his index finger working your clit, a pleased gasp escaping you when he moans into your mouth. 

Arousal has clouded his mind until he no longer cares what comes out of him, pleading with you, “Lemme eat your pussy,”

As soon as you nod, he’s got you slung over his shoulder, wordlessly carrying you into his bedroom. He closes the door behind him with his foot, then throws you onto his bed, calloused hands ripping off your leggings and then dragging up your thighs. He pulls you to the edge of the mattress, eye contact unbroken as he takes the elastic of your panties between his teeth, and you yelp when they snap back against you. With a deep inhale, he licks you through the material with one long stroke, palming at his cock as your breath hitches. 

“How do you like it?” He asks darkly, voice having taken an octave lower. 

Your body burns along with the cerulean of his irises, cunt clenching around nothing as you try to hold onto what’s left of your power grab, “Lick my clit and put your fingers inside of me,”

He pulls down the damp panties that cover you, clicking his tongue, breath shaking. 

“And I thought I was worked up,” he murmurs, “You’re fuckin soaked, doll,”

You buck into his face, and he grins wolfishly, the tables having turned now that you’ve shown your hand. He pulls you apart with his thumbs and ghosts his lips across your apex, gentle kisses tracing the little bud, and you writhe at the sensation of his panting against your sex. He chuckles mirthlessly as you let out a heady moan, slides two fingers into the velvet of your walls to feel you clamp around him. 

“You like feelin full?” He asks into your twitching cunt, and your desperate nod has him adding another digit as he growls, “There ya go, babe,”

“Oh, fuck, Dabi,” you mewl, arching your back, toes curling in your socks. 

He flicks his tongue across your clit, slow and methodical, a faint whisper of a touch that has you reeling for more. The ball of his tongue ring grazes you gently, sending your walls fluttering. You're not going to stand being the one getting teased like this. He makes a loud, strangled sound when you grab a fistful of his hair, pressing him by the back of his head into your pussy, muffling his cries as his eyes roll back. 

“Open,” you pat his cheek with your free hand, and he complies, hanging out his tongue so you can glide yourself across it. 

He works his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, arousal dripping down to his wrist, and he curls his digits into the soft ledge within you until you cry out for him. His eyes are glazed and half-lidded, a groan rippling through his chest, cock pulsing within his pants as you graze your clit over the firm muscle of his tongue. 

“Take your cock out for me,” you yank his hair as you speak. 

“Uh-huh,” he obliges with his mouth full of your pussy, too fucked-out to disagree, his free hand releasing his dick from the confines of his zipper and relieving some of the growing pressure there. 

You yank his hand to your mouth, licking a big, wet stripe up his palm, “Play with it,”

He slams his eyes closed, brows tilted up as he pumps himself, heavy and hard in his hand. 

“Good fucking boy. Ahh—now suck,”

Dabi takes your clit in between his lips, capturing it fully, his tongue laving against the underside as he suckles your swollen bud. The moans pitch higher in your throat, sweeping through gasping exhales, nails scratching at his shoulder blades and causing him to grunt in approval.

“O-oh, just like that—just like that, Dabiii-aahhh!”

He runs his grip harshly over his shaft, thumbing his tip when his hand reaches the top, precum leaking to mix with your spit and lubricate him further. Your legs are shaking, hips stuttering as he coaxes you into an orgasm so intense that you’re seeing stars, and he hums against you when he feels the clamping of your cunt around his fingers, little moans and whimpers slipping pitifully from him as he watches you fall apart all over his face, feels you spasm around him.

You pull at his shoulders until he parts from you, panting, mouth glistening with your slick, his eyes glassy with lust. His length bobs in front of you, long and dripping, rosy and flushed at the tip, curved up slightly and so hard that it touches his stomach when it bounces.

You hum, a bit shocked at the size of him, “Pretty cock for a pretty boy,”

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his face burns pink, stating lowly, “I’m not pretty,”

“You are, though. You’ve got such pretty eyes, pretty lips, a cute little nose,” he looks awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to do with your praise, trying in vain to figure out a way to tell you just how beautiful he thinks you are. These thoughts are knocked loose when you purr, “Now c’mere,"

With shaking arms, you guide him until you’ve lined up his dick to where it rests teasingly between your folds, squeezing him at the base and dragging your still sensitive clit along his length. 

“Hah—lemme fuck you before I bust, holy shit,” He’s close to begging, the words sitting right on the tip of his tongue. 

“Well that doesn’t sound like much of a punishment,” you hiss through your teeth and circle his tip against your apex, the buildup of another orgasm tightening in your cunt, “‘Sides, this feels really good,”

“C’mon, Jesus, mmmnn.. You lemme lick your pussy. F-fuck, please,” his voice falters at the end, dangerously close to cumming his fucking brains out. 

“Did you like it?”

He nods his head, brows knitted, eyes falling closed, “You taste so good. Made all those noises for me. Wanna hear more’a that. Want you bad—want you so bad,”

Unable to withstand the temptation any longer, aching to be filled, you slip him into the damp plush of your center, unraveling as he stuffs himself in to the hilt, broken cries bleating into the air as he gasps at the feeling of being inside you.

“Goddamn, babe, you cummin again already? Fuck, yeah, you are,” he only gets a couple of thrusts in before the dam starts to break, babbling, drunk off of you, “That feels good. Oh, fuck, feels so good, tight little cunt milking my cock like this. You like that, doll? Yeah ya do, just look at you. Gonna cum in this wet pussy while you cream on my fuckin cock—I’m—I’m gonna—ahh, fuck!”

He yanks your legs apart, convulsing atop you, fingers gripping into the meat of your thighs as he whines, ruined, completely broken after experiencing the burning heat of your pleasure. You can feel him pulsing as he empties himself, throbbing, electricity racing up and down his spine. He's never felt anything so good as having you cum all over him.

“Good job,” you pat him on the cheek, “mmm, such a good boy, fucking me with that pretty cock,”

He kisses the side of your neck, chest heaving, bathing in the post-sex bliss of softening within you. 

“You’re so crazy,” he whispers. 

“For sleeping with you or thinking you’re pretty?”

He chuckles under his breath a bit, “Both,”

With a grunt, he pulls from your walls, watching as his cum leaks from your raw pussy, the spasms leftover from your orgasm causing rivets of white to gush onto your thighs. 

“So hot,” he whispers to himself. 

Dabi takes off the shirt he was wearing to dab you clean, careful not hurt you, gentle in a way you hadn’t expected of him. 

“You don’t think you’re pretty?” You ask as he crumples the shirt, throws it to the floor. 

He looks at you as if you’re stupid. 

“Are you stupid?”

Well, you guess you should’ve seen that question coming. 

“No, I just think you’re really cute,”

Dabi snarls, gestures to his entire body, points at the staples on either side of his face. 

“So?” He rolls his eyes at your remark, “No, really, I think you’re cute. Those things just give you character,”

You cuddle up to him, his body stiff as a board, pressing your head to hear the beating of his heart. He tries to shrug you off, but you remain steadfast. 

“This is what matters, even if you don’t think you’re a pretty boy like I do. You’ve got a good heart,”

“Gonna harvest my organs or something?”

Grinning, you tap him playfully on the arm, “No, jackass. I meant you’re a good guy. You’ve been nice to me since I got here. Even that thing you said about not liking the way I dress was because you didn’t want people looking at me,”

“Actually, doll, I didn’t want you figuring out how you drive me wild in those tight clothes,” the words escape his mouth before he can stop himself. 

“Well, either way. Don’t sell yourself short,” you tell him with a stretch. 

“We, uh.. we gonna do this again?” He fidgets with the button on his pants as he asks you this. 

You shrug, “If I feel like it,”

“What? C’mon, that felt good. I know it did, you came twice. I can make it feel even better if you’ll let me fuck you right next time,” he tries not to seem too eager to convince you.

“I dunno,” your voice lilts, “depends on how well you behave for me, I guess,”

“Behave for you?” Dabi repeats, watching you practically skip out of the room.

Behave.

So he has to play along with whatever game you've got in mind for him, then.

You’re going to make him absolutely crazy.

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

[21]: Paranoid

Gah...fuck you burnout...

No Im not dead, sorry for the hiatus...

“Ping!”

The sound through your headphones was like music to your ears. One more machine done.

You slowly read the common text lines on the screen, sprinting away to the machine right across from you.

The higher floors you got to, the harder this became. Most of the “all common twisteds” floors were fine, but then there were maps that because you had so many twisteds you could just get a centimeter of a machine done each time you went out. And then there was the nightmare that is Twisted Shelly, making it EVEN SLOWER.

You let out a groan as the eye symbol popped up again on your screen and you swiveled the mouse to face the direction you ran. Quickly, you turned the screen behind you to see an annoying Flutter chasing you.

You had made nicknames for the twisteds like Toodles, Looey, Gigi, and of course, Flutter. She was “Bobblehead”. You know, like the weird wheel of fortune things? Her head moved from side to side, but her gaze never broke from that one spot, aka you.

You gotta say, the developers did a decent job on her. She ALMOST made you shiver once.

Blackouts didn’t help her case either. Not any more scary than she was on regular floors.

Really, it was always annoying when people freeloaded in blackouts or when they were on one heart just because they were “scared”. THE WHOLE POINT OF THE GAME IS TO DO STUFF AND THEN DIE. THE FLOORS ARE INFINITE, THERE ISN’T AN END POINT.

Plus, the more machines you do, the more ichor you get! People race for machines for this very reason!

(Ahem cough cough sorry for rambling about my frustrations anyways uh)

Silence as the eye symbol crossed out, indicating she had lost you. She turned around and flew in the other direction immediately, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

Stupid…

The dripping of the ichor as you worked on the machine was a bit odd to you in the beginning. A strange noise for aure, but you had gotten used to it. Still, even now as your character, Astro, turned the wheel with his magic, it still was almost foreign.

You never knew if it would be like normal to you ever, but that wasn't the point.

The machine’s light turned from blood red to a grass green, and a text box appeared automatically upon its completion. You briefly scanned over the words, before boredly returning to your gaze on the speed candy a bit away from you.

And then you stopped.And you looked back at the text.

“This never gets easier.”

…Was that a line?

Never in your whole time of playing Dandy’s World had you ever seen that line. Was this new dialogue? But…they never added new dialogue for characters, ever.It at least sounded normal, something he would say, but it still made you raise an eyebrow in pure confusion.

Squinting, you continued on after realising you had been standing in the middle of a large area, where twisteds could get you easily.

You resolved to look that up on the wiki later, picking up the speed candy with a single press of the E key.

But it continued.The next machine you did, there was another “new line”. This time even weirder than the first.

“3 more…? Can we rest first?”

You glanced up at the bar above, and indeed it said 12/15 machines.

…Would Qwel really put a line in the game that breaks the fourth wall?

She had to have, though, as there was the proof right in front of you. A shimmering blue textbox with those words directly imprinted on it.

Or was that just based on circumstances?

Trying to ignore it once again, you finished your 13th machine.

This time he said: “Do you not know what the word rest means?”

You don’t know a time where you’ve been more invested in what the toons actually say.

“I…do…”

Yeah ok, maybe you’ve been doing machines fast. But how did…?

You leaned closer to the screen, curious. But nothing happened. Nothing weird was going on.

And then you screamed and fell out of your chair as your character turned to look right at you.

“Then show that you know it.”

You stayed on your fallen chair, too scared to move despite the plastic digging into your arm and surely leaving scratches.

What the fuck?

Your hands felt numb- no, your mind felt numb. This has to been a dream. Right? This is a dream!

You didn’t have the courage to look at the screen again; the courage to get up. You just sat curled up in the cubby under your desk.

And your mind was flooded.

Thoughts were drowning your mind out in a field of static. “What if”’s plagued you, toying with your emotions. You couldn’t help it. If they were real, and…and that dialogue was genuine…then they surely didn’t want to do this, right?

He was probably angry. They were probably all angry. All the characters you had ever played. Angry that you had subjected them to this torture where they were forced to die over and over again.

Forced to watch their teammates dwindle down. Forced to use these items as you pleased to pick them up. Forced to be puppets on strings just for your entertainment.

Your entertainment. Your pleasure. Your ENJOYMENT.

You were a monster.

You didn’t even notice the salty taste of tears slipping into your mouth.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Not so mean and scary

Did someone ask for a Steddissy fic to this? Here it is!

All that craziness happened right before the Christmas break, so Eddie was grateful to squirrel himself away inside his trailer to hide from people and even more grateful that he got to escape by driving Dustin to his science fair in Indianapolis. Hopefully, everyone had time to cool down. When he pulled up to the school, he found Jeff waiting for him in his normal spot. He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking awkward.

"Hey," Jeff said.

"Hey," Eddie said.

"I'm sorry I'm never told you," Jeff said.

"What? That you're attracted to me?" Eddie scoffed. "I didn't judge you when you told us you're gay, but I'm definitely judging you for your taste in men, so that might have been a good call."

"Fuck off, asshole!" Jeff laughed. "I definitely want to fuck you, but date you? Nah, you're too much of a mess for me."

"Dick!" Eddie laughed. "At least, things haven't changed in that aspect. . .please, tell me things have gotten back to normal."

"Wish I could, man, but it's now socially acceptable to like Eddie Munson: platonically, romantically, and sexually. You've opened up the floodgates to self-acceptance," Jeff shrugged.

"The jocks did that," Eddie scowled.

"Yeah, but they wouldn't have if they hadn't been inspired by you to stand up to Jason and his friends," Jeff pointed out.

"Gah!" Eddie yelled. "I'm mean and scary, Jeff! Mean and scary!"

"Not anymore, man. Now, it's Jason and his friends who are the freaks," he replied. "Higgins is pissed."

"Of course, he is. He's always been out to push people like us out of school," he rolled his eyes. "Alright, I guess I should face the music. . .nope, nope, I can't!"

"Be a big boy, Eddie," Jeff laughed as he pushed him.

Eddie walked past people, and so far, everything seemed great. No one was paying any attention to him, focused on trying to walk on the still icy concrete. Until. . .a guy whose name he didn't know cheerfully waved at him. A shiny rainbow pin was fastened to his coat. Eddie screamed as the guy gave him another friendly wave before walking off. Jeff rolled his eyes before clapping his hands onto Eddie's shoulders and steering him into the school. He moved through the hallway, passing by people who waved at him. Some of them had rainbow pins, and some of them didn't. Eddie didn't get that one. He thought he managed to find someone who was still afraid of them when he jumped out at someone, and he jumped. Eddie started to grin until the guy laughed, slapping Eddie's arm.

"Oh, Eddie, man, you're hilarious," he said.

"No, I'm scary!" Eddie shrieked.

"I used to think that but I was just scared of how I felt. . .oh, someone works out," the man said as he squeezed Eddie's arm. "Can't believe I ever thought I was into women."

Jeff clapped a hand over his mouth and pulled him away from the guy before Eddie could scream again. Just as they were about to approach Eddie's locker, they ran into Steve Harrington. Jeff removed his hand.

"Hey, Munson, how are you handling your newfound fame?" Steve asked.

"I do NOT want you caress my bicep," Eddie said.

"I wasn't going to," Steve laughed. "I wouldn't touch you unless you wanted me, too."

"I like women," Eddie scowled.

"Yeah, so do I," Steve said, winking at him.

"What are you doing here anyway?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, I decided to come back to school just to flirt with you," Steve said, and Eddie scoffed, blushing. "Nah, I was dropping off Dustin his lunch. He forgot it in my car. By the way, thank you for taking Dustin to the science fair. I kind of wish I had gone with you guys instead of going on that date. It would have been a lot more fun."

"Uh. . .you're welcome, I guess," Eddie said and tried to control his rapidly beating heart.

"Steve Harrington, don't you have a low paying menial job to go back to?" Chrissy asked from behind him.

"Chrissy Cunningham, I thought we were friends," Steve said.

"We are, but we're also competition now," Chrissy said.

"Ah. . .Do you like Eddie, too?" Steve asked.

"Ever since middle school," Chrissy said.

"You remember that?" Eddie asked.

"Corroded Coffin, how could I forget?" Chrissy asked.

"Kind of thought you got swallowed up by high school and popularity," Eddie said.

"I did," Chrissy said. "I'm back, now. I like your hair."

"Yeah, me too. It's definitely better than the shaved look," Eddie said, grinning. "Also, I got these sweet tatties now."

Eddie pulled his shirt down to reveal two tattoos on his chest. Chrissy bit her lip and reached over to trace the tattoos with her finger tips.

"Sexy," Chrissy said in a husky voice.

"Y-yeah?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah," Chrissy said. "I should get to class. It's good catching up with you, Eddie. Steve, you really need to step up your game. Eddie. . .balls in your court."

Eddie clutched his chest and collapsed against the lockers, staring after her.

"Damn," Eddie and Steve said.

"Yeah, I guess I do have to step up my game," Steve said and winked at Eddie. "Good luck with all this."

Steve walked away, swinging his hips as he did so. Eddie's eyes zeroed in on his ass.

"I like women!" Eddie yelled.

"So do I!" Steve yelled back.

"Why do you keep saying that?!" Eddie shrieked and Steve laughed as he exited the school.

"Man, you do you realize you can like both?" Jeff asked.

"What?! No!" Eddie yelled, and then he grabbed Jeff by the front of his shirt. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you knew," Jeff said with wide eyes.

"Was it just me, or were Chrissy Cunningham and Steve Harrington. . ." Eddie trailed off.

"Vying for your affection, yeah," Jeff replied.

"Hmm, whoever shall I choose?" Eddie cackled. "Who shall win the hand of one Eddie Munson?"

"Eddie, you still got me by the shirt," Jeff said.

"Oh, sorry."

"No, problem."

While Eddie had once been freaked out by the fact that people now liked him, he realized that it gave people to be more free to be themselves in the hallway. He did yelp when he found two jocks making out against the lockers, and then he grinned before moving on. Maybe it did have something to do with him constantly standing up to people, letting his own freak flag fly, but maybe it also had something to do with all freak occurrences that happened in Hawkins specifically the fire at Starcourt mall. Maybe they realized that life was too short. Eddie moved through the school, greeting his people through the halls with a wave and very melodramatic, Renaissance style greetings. He still felt like he was dreaming, especially knowing that Chrissy and Steve were planning to woo him.

"Pssst, Wheeler," Eddie hissed, peeking through the door of the nearly empty newspaper room.

"Eddie?" Nancy asked. "You're allowed to enter."

"Oh good, I wasn't sure," Eddie said and moved to sprawl across her desk.

"But you're not allowed to do that," Nancy said.

"So, what is Steve’s deal?" Eddie asked, raising his eyebrow. "Or do you know?"

"Are you asking about what he likes?" Nancy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean. . .kinda, sorta," he said.

"Yeah, I know he's bisexual. He told me when we were dating," Nancy said.

"What should I expect with him trying to woo me?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, he was always really good at finding what you like, letting you tell him what you need even when you can't say it," Nancy said. "And he likes taking care of people even if he complains about it a lot. And he loves holding hands. You never really know what to expect because he's full of surprises."

"Has he ever been wooed?" Eddie asked.

Nancy frowned at him as she thought about it.

"You know, I don't think he has," Nancy said.

"Knowing Carver, I don't think Chrissy has either," Eddie frowned. "Not really."

"Steve and Chrissy?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said, flashing his dimples. "They both want me. I'm sorry to say, Wheeler, that my dance card is all full up."

"Just because I find you attractive doesn't mean that I want to actually do anything about it," Nancy replied.

"You and Jeff. . .honestly," Eddie grinned. "Anyway, I have got planning to do! See ya."

Eddie made his way stealthily through the library before finding the stacks of yearbooks. He pulled one from 85 and opened. He flipped between one page and then to another. Back and forth. Back and forth.

"Which one?" Eddie hissed as he looked at Steve and Chrissy's yearbook photos. "I don't have enough information to decide."

"What are you doing, Eddie?" Dustin asked as he suddenly popped his head through the shelf right next to Eddie's head.

Eddie shrieked and clutched his chest. He turned and glared at his protege.

"You butthead, Henderson," Eddie gasped.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" Dustin asked.

"Hold on, let me stop my heart from, oh, I don't know, JUMPING OUT OF MY FUCKING CHEST!" Eddie yelled.

"Quiet!" The librarian yelled.

"Don't be so dramatic," Dustin said, rolling as his eyes as he plopped down next to him on the floor. "It's not like I'm a duck."

"A duck?! Where?!" Eddie asked, whipping his head around fearfully.

"Eddie, why would a duck be in a library?!" He asked in exasperation.

"Because ducks are evil, and I'm pretty sure they're plotting to take over the world," Eddie said. "And a library is a good place to start."

"What are you doing?" Dustin asked again.

"Trying to make a decision," Eddie sighed.

"Between Steve and Chrissy Cunningham?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah," Eddie sighed.

"Why do you have to choose one?" Dustin asked.

"Well, because otherwise I'd be leading them on," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Why not date both of them if they're okay with it?" He asked.

"Listen, just because I happen to like both men and women does not mean I have to date both," he replied.

"No, but you want to, and isn't that the important thing here. . .that everyone involved wants to?" Dustin asked.

"You might have a point," Eddie said thoughtfully.

"I do have a point," Dustin said. "You have overturned this school in like a day, turned it into like a safe haven, so I think you can definitely date two people if you wanted to."

"Never change, Henderson!" Eddie yelled as he jumped up.

"I wasn't planning on it!" Dustin yelled. "Are you planning on going to lunch?! Lucas is actually going to sit with us for once!"

"I'll be there!"

"Quiet! This is a library for Pete's sake!"

Eddie skidded to a halt outside the window to the classroom that Robin Buckley was sitting in. At some point today, Eddie was planning on going to class, but right now, he was too busy. He cracked open the window, and to his amusement, Robin was right by it and fast asleep with her cheek pressed against her arm. Eddie pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and threw it at Robin. She sat up, wiping her face, and she scowled at Eddie.

"What the hell are you doing, Munson?" Robin asked.

"What kind of flowers does Steve like?" Eddie asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Robin asked.

"I want to see if he wants to open a flower shop together," Eddie said.

"Really?" Robin asked.

"No! I want to woo the fuck out of him!" Eddie hissed.

"Well, it's not totally far-fetched. Steve would actually like that, though. Ooh, a jock and a metalhead opening a flower shop together then falling in love? Oh, the story just writes itself," Robin said.

"Robin, focus - ooh, we could call the shop - no, no, focus!" Eddie exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Maybe not a flower shop because Steve doesn't really get the idea of giving people decapitated dead things as gifts. Ooh, baking - you could bake him something! You could open a bakery with him!" Robin said.

"Okay, are you or are you not his best friend in the entire world? I mean, that's the word on the street," Eddie hissed. "Help me out here! I can't bake for the life of me!"

"I really don't need to. You've basically been wooing him without even knowing about it," Robin said. "Despite his complaining, he loves those kids, especially Dustin and the fact that you were with them, giving them a safe place to belong. . .it meant a lot to him."

"Got it. He basically wants a baby daddy. . .a partner," Eddie said. "Someone who cares about those kids as much as he does while also being able to knock their egos down a notch. I swear the tone on Dustin. . ."

"Yeah, basically, and he doesn't say it but I know he wishes he just has someone to take care of him, you know?" Robin said. "Unlike his shitty parents."

"You know, I always thought people like him had it easy," Eddie said. "But seeing all of this, even knowing what they've called me, they struggle just as much as we do."

"You know, Steve, when he called you freak, out of sheer ignorance, he thought it was a nickname like when people called him the Hair," Robin said.

"He doesn't know that people were calling him that to be mean?" Eddie asked.

"No," Robin said.

"Miss Buckley! Mr. Munson! Is my lesson getting in the way of your conversation?!" The teacher yelled.

"Oh, absolutely not, Mrs. D! How's the arthritis?" Eddie asked cheerfully.

"Get to class!"

"Right!"

Okay, he was for sure going to class after lunch, but this time, he really needed to talk to Chrissy's cousin, Vickie. It was the last period before lunch, so he really needed to talk to her. The girl in her math class had said she was in the bathroom. Eddie skidded down the hallway and came to a stop.

"Nope, can't go in there, I am a gentleman-ish. Well, I do have boundaries," Eddie said and leaned against the lockers to wait.

There was no one else in the hallway, and from what it sounded like to Eddie, there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom except for Vickie. He could hear her talking to herself, and it was very likely that she was talking to her reflection.

"Oh. I should tell her. I should definitely tell her. Oh, but I can't. . .what if she doesn't like me at all or women?! What if she's not okay with it. I mean, there does still seem to be people who don't agree with all of this, and what if this is just a freak accident? Like, maybe someone put something in the water or there's a gas leak? Maybe we're all having the same hallucination. . .no, that's crazy. Just as crazy as me telling Robin I like her. I mean, I tell her that I like her, and everyone snaps out of it before going back to normal. Maybe it would be safer going back to Dan. . .no, no, he's a dick! Oh, but he's so good with his hands, terrible with his mouth. Oh, what if she does like me and she dumps me because I'm so bad at sex?! That's crazy, Robin isn't like that, but how would I know? How do you even have sex with women? Where do you - oh, God, sex with Robin - ugh, I should have gone to that gay bar in Indie everyone went to over break - oh, Robin's boobs!"

Eddie couldn't help it. He let out a laugh. Eddie quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. It was too late, though. The door opened, and Vickie poked her head out the door.

"I heard nothing!" Eddie exclaimed.

"So, you heard everything," Vickie laughed.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop," Eddie said. "Someone in your math class told me you were going to the bathroom, and I swear I wasn't going to follow you in there. I was just going to wait out here until I could get your opinion on something."

"Okay, and that would be?" Vickie asked.

"How close are you with your cousin, Chrissy?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, she's my best friend," Vickie asked.

"Great, I need more information," Eddie said. "Not all of it, of course, because I do plan on getting to know her on my own, but I do need some information to surprise her with when I woo her because I also don't want to accidentally offend her."

"Woo her?" Vickie asked.

"I plan on wooing her and Steve Harrington before they can woo me," Eddie said. "I'm going to win their little competition and they don't even know that I'm playing."

"Technically, haven't they already been wooed if they're trying to woo you?" Vickie asked.

"Semantics!" Eddie exclaimed. "Let's retire that word because I have said and heard it too many times today."

"Well, the fact that you're showing any actual interest in her is definitely a step up from Jason and that you're trying to find out what she likes," Vickie said.

"She deserves that," Eddie said.

"Oh, definitely," she said and smiled softly at him. "Well, she doesn't like flowers because she's never really understood getting dead things as gifts, but she loves chocolates. . .specifically, chocolate covered strawberries."

"Man, that's Steve and Chrissy both. What's up with them and flowers?" Eddie asked.

"Maybe it's something to do with ripping flowers from their home and people using them to make their homes pretty, but then once they served their purpose, they're tossed aside?" Vickie asked.

"So, they represent how they themselves are used and then tossed aside?" Eddie asked and frowned. "Damn. That's fucking deep. I'm going to be thinking about that one. Think, Munson, think! Oh, I got it!"

"Mr. Munson!"

"Oh, hey, Mrs. D, I am just seeing you everywhere today. . .may I just say that you are wearing a lovely shade of purple! It suits you!"

"Get. To. Class."

"I. Am. Trying."

Eddie did, actually, attend lunch and the rest of his classes. Being distracted by Chrissy and Steve pulled his attention away from everyone being nice to him all of a sudden. It helped, especially when Chrissy flirted with him with her eyes across the cafeteria. He did the same, leaning his elbow in Dustin's applesauce as he batted his eyelashes and hid behind his hair. A few minutes later, Robin came back into the cafeteria and held up a sign:

Steve agreed to pay me $50 to do this. He also agreed to do the same if I needed it. This is from Steve.

Robin leaned forward and gave Eddie her best comehither look before running her hands through her hair, winking at Eddie and shooting him finger guns. He had laughed in delight and ended up knocking Dustin's applesauce into his lap. Chrissy was scowling at Robin, but she was also trying not to smile.

"This is only going to get worse when you guys actually start dating, isn't it?" Dustin asked with a sigh.

"Oh, yeah."

Finally, after school, Eddie managed to convince the theater arts teacher to let him use the drama room for what he had planned to do. Had it really only been a day? He had realized that as he sat on his throne with a robe thrown over him and the hood over his eyes, waiting for his prey. Finally, the doors opened, and he grinned when he heard their voices.

"You can't just call dibs on a person, Christine!" Steve exclaimed. "Especially when it's because you saw him first!"

"Why the hell not, Steven?" Chrissy asked.

"Because it's childish!" Steve yelled.

"Well, it seems like it's right up Eddie's alley!" Chrissy exclaimed.

To his amusement, they had yet to notice Eddie sitting on his throne.

"Why were we told to come here, anyway? I don't see Eddie at all," Steve said with his hands on his hips.

The lights flickered on above Eddie, revealing himself. A horn behind him started to play.

"Robin?" He asked, squinting at the light and Eddie smiled.

"Tis I, Edward Munson, your one true love!" Eddie burst out in dungeon master voice. "I have decided to bring this competition to an end. I have had many offers and many favors, but it has come down to the two of you - "

"Oh, man, you're not going to make us fight to the death, are you?" Steve asked.

"Ooh! I can totally take Steve," Chrissy said, cheerfully.

She dropped her bag and rolled up her sleeves. She raised her fists and started bouncing around Steve, her ponytail bouncing with her. Eddie bent over laughing. God, she was so fucking cute. Clearly, Steve thought so, too.

"Alright, stop that," Eddie said, dropping his voice for a moment.

"So, you already made a decision? Seems pretty quick. We didn't get to enjoy the chase," Steve said.

"Yeah, I was looking forward to seeing what Steve would bring to the table, but I'm looking forward to your answer," Chrissy said, and then she gasped in realization. "Steve. . ."

"What?"

"Do you think that Eddie might be naked under his robe?" Chrissy asked, giggling.

"Oh, I did not think about that," Steve said and then he grinned. "But now I am."

"That's not what - No, I am not - !" Eddie shrieked.

"Eddie Munson, you better not be naked under your robes!" Robin yelled from the back.

"Robin?" Vickie asked.

"Vickie? Where are you?" Robin asked.

"I'm manning the lights!" Vickie asked cheerfully.

"How did you get involved?" Robin asked.

"Oh, Chrissy's my cousin, and he said he wanted to do something nice for her, so I agreed," Vickie said. "What about you?"

"Oh, Steve’s my platonic soulmate, and Eddie said he wanted to do something nice for him," Robin said.

"Oooh! Do you think that he's choosing both of them?!" Vickie asked.

"We can hear you and you just ruined the big reveal!" Eddie shrieked.

"Yell at her again, and I'll beat you with my instrument, Munson!" Robin yelled.

"Sorry, Vickie!" Eddie rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, too!" Vickie exclaimed.

"It wasn't going well, anyway," Eddie sighed and leaped from the throne, standing in front of both of them. "I've completely forgotten where I was going with this."

"I did tell you to write it down," Vickie said gently.

"You did, you did," Eddie said, then focused on them. "I have something for you guys. . .it's in my pants. Hold on!"

"Yeah, I bet you do," Chrissy said and giggled with Steve.

"Okay. . .so maybe I didn't think this all the way through," Eddie said.

"Eddie! You idiot!" Robin yelled.

"You want to get some coffee and leave these guys to it?" Vickie asked.

"Oh, yeah, definitely. . .you need help getting down from there?" Robin asked.

"Please. . .," Vickie said, and then she giggled. "Are you going to let go of me any time soon?"

"Uh, yeah, right!"

". . .unless you don't want to, then I'm okay with that."

Robin and Vickie burst out the curtains, rushing towards the door. Robin's arm was secured around Vickie's waist.

"See ya, Steve, don't pregnant!" Robin exclaimed.

"You see what I'm dealing with! I can't make any promises!"

"Slut!" Robin yelled.

"Whore!" Steve yelled back.

"Oh my god!" Vickie laughed.

"It's okay. Those are the nick names we chose for each of her. We picked them out of a hat," Robin replied. "It's all with affection."

"Anyway," Eddie said as he tried to remember what was going on. "Right! Uh, I had this big speech and story, but now. .the rocks are for you. I painted them your favorite colors. I was told you didn't like to be given dead things, so. . . rocks!"

"My favorite colors. . .pink and blue," Chrissy muttered.

"Pink and yellow. . .you talked to Robin and Vickie, didn't you?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Eddie said. "I don't know if that's weird or stalkerish. . .I've never been a boyfriend before, let alone to two people."

Chrissy surged forward and kissed him. Eddie responded eagerly, wrapping his hands around her. He really couldn't stop it. . .he was a big bad metalhead. He wasn't supposed to make sounds like this. Eddie giggled delightfully against her lips. Chrissy pulled back, beaming, wiping away her lipstick with her thumb. She stepped back and let Steve take her place. He cupped Eddie's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie's knees were already shaking from Chrissy's kiss, but when Steve kissed him, they couldn't hold him up anymore. Eddie's legs gave away, and Steve wrapped his arms around his waist to support him. Steve broke the kiss, still holding Eddie.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"Where am I?" Eddie asked, and then he shook his head. "Am I dead? I mean, I'm fine!"

"You swooned, Eddie," Chrissy giggled.

"I did not!" Eddie shrieked.

"You totally swooned," Steve said.

Chrissy let out another giggle and kissed Steve.

"Definitely swoonworthy," Chrissy said.

"His knees were already shaking, babe," Steve said.

"You know, I don't know what's harder to believe that I have a type or that my type actually likes me," Eddie said with a sigh.

"I don't know why it's so surprising. . .considering that I once tried to join Hellfire myself once upon a time," Steve said, tucking a hair behind Eddie's ear.

"You did?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh. . .wait, you were serious about that? I thought you were fucking with me when you asked to join," Eddie said.

"I was just a young freshman who thought the guy in charge of the club was really cute," Steve said.

"Oh fuck, I was a total asshole to you," Eddie groaned.

"I totally get why you thought that, though. People like me, like us, didn't really help matters. Hey, you changed that. It took a lot of work, but you turned things around here," Steve said.

"You could ask to join again, I might have a different answer for you this time," he said, blushing.

"Nah, I only play with Dustin, Erica, and Robin. . .it's sort of a Scoops Troops thing. It's hard to explain," Steve said.

"Right, Starcourt," Eddie said, nodding.

"I think it's okay, you know, to have different interests, I think it's only truly important how you deal with them. Going a long way to respect the differences, I think, it shows that you kind of just want to be seen as a person," Steve said. "If makes any sense."

"That makes perfect sense, big boy," Eddie said, showing his dimples. "And you two are really okay with this?"

"More than okay," Chrissy said as she wrapped her arms around the both of them.

TWO WEEKS LATER. . .

Eddie grinned as he climbed up on the table, and he looked down at everyone. He was right, everyone who had different interests. . .they just want to be seen as people. He could see them now, now that they were no longer pretending to hate them. . .they were just trying to get by just like he was.

"Announcement, ladies, gentlemen, and. . .still undecided! I would like to formally declare that I, Eddie Munson, am officially off the market!" He yelled.

There were several cheers and groans of disappointment all throughout the cafeteria. There were also plenty of people who just did not care.

"But I realized that I was gay because of you!" Connor exclaimed.

"Connor, if you would look to your left, you'll realize that there is someone better and clearly more interested than I am," Eddie grinned.

"Patrick, is that true?" Connor asked.

"It's always been you, man," Patrick said.

"I just - I never wanted to assume - ,"

Patrick pulled Connor into a kiss. Connor didn't hesitate and returned the kiss.

"AWWW!"

"This is disgusting!" Jason yelled, standing up. "You're all going to - "

Suddenly, a basketball flew past and hit Jason in the face.

"Oh, man, I really have to work on my aim," a player said.

Eddie laughed and slid back into his chair next to Chrissy.

"Eddie, man, where's your - oh, nevermind," Jeff grinned.

Steve made his way over to the table, a visitor's pass sticker on his chest. In his hand was Eddie's vest.

"Hey, Steve!" Dustin exclaimed. "I didn't leave my lunch in your car again, it's right here!"

"No, I'm here for Eddie. He left his vest in my car," Steve said. "He called and said it was urgent."

Eddie grinned and made grabby hands for the vest. Steve handed it over to him when a third chair appeared between Chrissy and Eddie. He yanked Steve down into it.

"It wasn't as quite as urgent as I made it sound," Eddie grinned.

"You tricked me," Steve said.

"So, I wanted to have lunch with my boyfriend and girlfriend," Eddie said. "Sue me."

Steve smiled and kissed Eddie on the cheek. He turned to Chrissy and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Hi," Chrissy giggled.

"Hey! How come she gets a kiss on the lips?" Eddie scowled.

"Because she didn't trick me to get me here," Steve said.

"Worth it," Eddie grinned and slid down so he could tuck his head into the crook of Steve’s neck as Chrissy slid her legs over Steve’s.

It was crazy how things changed. One minute, he was just as scared of jocks as they were of him, but it turns out. . .not so mean and scary as Eddie thought.

[reeniecon]

Could I request Idia, Malleus, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Floyd reaction when mc/Yuu turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc/Yuu turned into a goose from a potion class accident, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

When MC get turned into a GOOSE?!!

With : idia, malleus, rook, Azul, jade and floyd

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PT.1: idia, malleus, and rook

PT.2: azul, Jade, and Floyd

‼️⚠️ : gender-neutral MC/reader, swearing on the idia part, not proofread yet, maybe bad grammar( English r, not my 1st language guys)

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IDIA SHROUD !!

" HOUSEWARDEN THERE IS A GOOSE IN OUR DORMS, PLEASE HELP " one of the ignihyde students shouted and banging on idia door

Idia sighed at the absurd information that he was given why in the world there is a goose inside this highly protected dorm campus...

" hey, tell ortho about the problem, he will fix it faster than I do." he told the student.

" AGRH!! IDIA HOUSEWARDEN HELP ME THE GEESE ARE STOMPING ON ME!!" the ignihyde student desperately shouted.

What the fuck.

He was to open the door but suddenly without wearing the goose were charging into the door and accidentally hitting his feet instead....

" GAHHH!!" idia screamed "Ugh... Ortho there is a goose in here..." The goose stood In front of him with a somehow worried face looking at Idia who was holding at his feet because of the pain...

" huh, eh why did you have that...?"

" HONK " the goose quacks in a somehow desperate tone..

" could it be... (name)-SHI???"

" EH AIN'T NO WAY RIGHT HUH??" he hold the geese holding it while maintaining eye contact with it.

'You have a new massage from Ace!!' his computer notify

" read it " he commands the computer

'Ace chats you "Idia-senpai, did you see (name) i- uh I mean DEUCE accidentally turned them into a goose on the potion class... Please return them so Professor Crewel could turn them back!!" end of the massage'

He look at you with with wide eyes....

" uh... So you're (name)-shi?" he asked

" Honk....."

" ah- I see... Uh " he puts you down

"Sorry... So why are you here? Oh wait you cannot speak... " he got up from the floor and started to search for something in his drawers.

The "Ah here it is, here (name)-shi use this" he equipped the device into you

" Now you can speak " he smiled and sat in front of you

" a a a.. Test test, IDIA!! " you scream at him

" HUH YES- did I do something wrong???!!" he mildly panicked

" LOOK THAT STUDENT YOU NEED TO GET ORTHO AND TAKE HIM TO THE INFRAMARY!! "

Idia gasped...oh I forgot about HIM

"ORTHO ORTHO FAST COME INTO MY ROOM INJURED PEOPLE INJURED STUDENT"

After that ortho takes the injured student to the infirmary and you guys are having a good time together before turning you back into a human with Professor Crewel's assistance...

"Idia, don't tell anyone that I'm the one who stomps on that person..."

" yes.... Of course" he sought

MALLEUS DRACONIA !!

It was a normal night, he was about to visit the ramshackle dorms and have a small talk with you... And there he saw it

In front of a ramshackle dorm...

A goose? He asked to himself

No, not a goose it's child of man... Oh poor you how could this happen to you? He approaches you

"( name ) how could this happen?" he asked

You try to explain but only quack quack comes out from your goose mouth

" oh I see...so that happens, that we're a quite big mistake to happen in a potions class...how embarrassing of them..." he voiced his opinion with quite an angry tone

'Honk honk' you react

" of course, I do understand you child of man, what kind of magician do you think I'm?" he says with his iconic smirk

' honk...'

He picked you up carefully holding you close to him gah!! You can smell his perfume!!

' HONK ' you protest

" calm down I'm trying to find out what kind of potion they accidentally used to turn you like this.." he explains to you calmly

" HONK HOnk" you continued to protest while he were smirking turning the geese upside down spinning left and right

'oh, this is a simple potion spell, I can easily break it...but it would be a waste... If I turn them right away right?' he thought to himself

'Ho..nk HONK'

"Why am I smiling? Did I find something funny? No no child of man that was not the case" he chuckled and held you closer

' Honk....'

" I'm not lying, this potion that you are in right now is kinda hard to break I need some time to get to know it better...." he explains

' honk.....'

" oh don't be sad, I'll break it as soon as possible. Why don't we get inside I didn't want you to catch a cold" he smirked and hugged you inside

" I love you so much child of man"

It seems that Malleus had such a wonderful and memorable evening tonight with you <3

ROOK HUNT !!

Oh dear, what is this mess... He was trying to get into his science club room and he saw a bubble coming up the door.....

He sighed, he just wanted to have a small experiment with you in the room but he might have to wait for another day according to how the looks of the room you guys going to have....

" aa~ what a waste me and my dear going to have a small experiment on here, what happen here Rose Chevalier? " he asked Trey with a disappointed manner

"HOMK" you try to hug him out of fright

" gah! a goose? " he embraces you

"HONK HONK HONK!!" you try to explain to him

" ah... Our junior got into a potion problem and (name) accidentally got into the mess. And uh- how can I say it... And get turn into a goose "Trey let out while rubbing his neck

"oh! (name) my dear how miserable...." he hugged you closer and buried his face into your feather dropping 1 streak of tears...

' ho.....'

" I'll turn you back okay! I promised my dear..." he raised his head and looked you in the eyes with a determined tone!

'honk honk!'

"we're not going to miss our date together I promise, now let's get started. I'll make the cure my dear don't worry!!"

After that, he makes you the cure and you guys are having a great date exploring the island together with him. Huh? What happens to the club junior who accidentally potions you? Uh... You might didn't want to know about that

Haha...ha

I mean because of them you and Rook failed to get a cute lab date, ain't no way rook going to let them go so easily.....

lets just

pray for them...

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More of my fics

A/N: sorry for not posting for a while the exams are coming up lol, and I'm going to make separate parts for the Octatrio (which will be uploaded in 2-3 days) this fic is really fun to make tbh

A/n PT.2 : www I sorry I thought goose quack but apparently they honk... Please tell me if I wrote it wrong once again 😭😭😭

[night-hell]

Hazbin Hotel and Swearing

I've always found the criticism "Hazbin swears too much" to be kind of annoying, for quite a few reasons, and I normally just roll my eyes at. After awhile however, I actually decided to count how many times each character does swear.

I counted how many times each character swears per episode, and what swears are actually being used. I only counted a few words that are usually considered swears, so I didn't count words like "piss" and hell, depending on the context on how it's used. Also, any time a character swears over 10 times I didn't check what swears were used, otherwise I'd be writing all day.

I might make this a part 1 as I've only included the main cast, plus Lucifer.

Charlie Morningstar: 19

Overture: 7 ("shit" | "fuck")

Aah! Oh, shit. Did you hear all that?

VAGGIEHOLYSHIT!

To the Cannibal Town! Where they don't wear a frown 'cause. ♫ [Charlie was shot in the eye with blood from one of the corpses that the cannibals were eating on.] ♫ Holy shit! Ew, my gosh! WHY?! ♫

Today is gonna bе a fuckin' happy day in Hell!

Adam:  Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it. Charlie: Oh, fuck!

Um, wait, you-you— [As Charlie tries to get to Adam, the door slowly closes while he continues to do a guitar solo shredding. It fully closes before she can reach him.] [tearing up] Ugh, SHIT!

Radio Killed the Video Star: 0

Scrambled Eggs: 0

Masquerade: 1 ("fuck")

FUCK Nooo!

Dad Beat Dad: 1 ("asshole")

Well, yeah, with Adam, he was an asshole.

Welcome to Heaven: 2 ("fuck")

Fuck, yes!

That’s what the fuck I’ve been saying!

Hello, Rosie!: 5 ("asshole" | "fuck" | "bitch")

I have enough on my mind without hearing your sadistic idea of a joke, asshole.

 Oh, fuck you, Alastor.

Three years! THREE YEARS I've been sharing my life with her, and I tell her EVERYTHING! My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits, what fucking DEODORANT I like, and she keeps something, like this, from ME?

FUCK YOU, YOU OLD BITCH!!!!!

The Show Must Go On: 3 ("fuck")

Let's FUCK THEM UP!

DIE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

It's fuck you up, Dad.

Vaggie: 23

Overture: 6 ("fuck" | "pendejo" | "shit" | "shitass")

I'm sorry. What the fuck was that?

 It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point.

Ugh, este pendejo... Why are you even here?

And here is Alastor, the egocentric piece of shit that—

That's it. I don't care who or what you are. If you're staying here, you're going to make this work, because it won't be so "entertaining" to watch over an empty hotel, will it, shitass?

Alright everyone, let's make a fucking commercial.

Radio Killed the Video Star: 0

Scrambled Eggs: 6 ("fuck" | "shit" | "hell")

Um, Pentious was just trying to take over the city with his weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago.

What the hell is that?

Trust exercises. Ah, shit!

Angel! What the actual fuck?!

Ugh! I can't fucking believe I let you drag us here, Angel. This is disgusting.

Time we don't have! How many Exterminations will have gone by before these idiots get their shit together?

Masquerade: 2 ("fuck" | "hell")

 Okay! Enough of that. Angel, what the fuck?

Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?

Dad Beat Dad: 1 ("carajo")

QUE CARAJO?!

Welcome to Heaven: *3 ("fuck" *technically 2.5 but get gets cut off before she can actually say it)

The thing with the.. thing uhm.. fuck, gah, I'm such a bad liar.

"Act selfless, don't steal, stick it to the man." Are you fucking serious?

You motherfuc-

Hello, Rosie!  2 (“fuck” | “shit”)

Fuckin' right you open that door.

Vaggie: Fuck! Ow! Come on, what is this? Carmilla: You want me to teach you how to beat angels? That's what I'm doing. Vaggie: By beating the shit out of me? I'm not used to fighting with long hair.

The Show Must Go On  2 (“hell” | “bitch”)

What in the hell are you supposed to be?

 Try it, bitch.

Angel Dust: ~81-77

Overture: 2 ("bitch" | "shit")

That bitch is halfway down the street!

Well, we can improv this shit, babycakes. Rrawwr.

Radio Killed the Video Star: 11

Scrambled Eggs: 3 ("dick" | "bitch" | "shit"

Popsicles, you sicko! Get ya mind outta the gutter! [Angel falls backwards. Husk catches him] But, you know, dicks too!

I BLAME YOU FOR THIS, YOU CRAZY BITCH!

 And then, when that buff guy started beating the shit outta you!

Masquerade: ~39 

(rough estimate as Angel swears the most this episode and I feel like I still miscounted a few times, and it doesn't help he swears repeatedly within a single sentence. I've tried counting sooo many times how much he swears in this episode and I'm sure I'm probably still off, but again, it doesn't help he swears every word within a single sentence. And... that this episode is hard to watch.)

Dad Beat Dad: 1 ("dick" | "fuck")

Well, I’d like to meet the Big Dick in charge.

What the fuck?!

Welcome to Heaven: 18

Hello, Rosie: 0

The Show Must Go On: 6 ("fuck" | “dick”)

Eh, you fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked 'em all.

Angel: You know, you could totally tap that. Cherri Bomb: Tss, don't be gross. Angel: Cuz, you know, I hear he's got two dicks.

Fuck!

That crazy motherfucker.

Fuck... You did good, buddy.

Husk: ~36

Overture: 3 ("fuck" | "bitch" | "shit")

Why do you think I'm here? You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan if he wasn't forcing me?

I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit!

Radio Killed the Video Star: 0

Scrambled Eggs: 3 ("fuck" | dick")

 So, uh, what's with the whole, uhh, this? *gestures to the stage behind Charlie and Vaggie* I'm not about to put on some show for these fucking chumps.

I swear to fuck if you say dicks-!

Masquerade: ~22 

(same with Angel, swears the most and swears within a single sentence, and I made the mistake of counting back-to-back for both characters. however last I checked, Husk swears roughly 22 times within the episode)

Dad Beat Dad: 2 ("bitch" | “fuck”)

 You and I both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'. That bitch is trouble, and who knows what kind of demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?

Welcome to Heaven: 2 ("fuck")

I ain't the one trying to get into Heaven. Look, you want to fuck up all your progress? Be my guest.

Angel Dust: You ain't a mess, it's fine...! Shh... Hey, you wanna play with the kitty? Niffty: *stops crying* yeah... [Angel puts Niffty on Husk's head.] Husk: The fuck is this?

Hello, Rosie: 2 ("shit" | "fuck")

 I got one. How come every time Charlie talks to Heaven, we get in deeper and deeper shit?

Uh- are you fuckin' high?

The Show Must Go On: 1 ("fuck")

 These fucking angels won't stop coming!

Sir Pentious: 5

Overture: N/A

Radio Killed the Video Star: *1

(*he does call Angel a whore, but "whore" isn't exactly a swear.

Scrambled Eggs: 1 ("dammit")

I... don't want to live without my minions. Nobody catch me! *falls backwards* Damnit!

Masquerade: N/A

Dad Beat Dad: 0

Welcome to Heaven: 1 ("dammit")

Is Cherri still here? [Cherri walks into the sex room with another demon.] Dammit!

Hello, Rosie: 2 ("shit" | "pussies")

What? They say insane shit all the time! How was I supposed to know this one was true?

What? Do you think we're a bunch of pusssssies?

The Show Must Go On: 0

Niffty: 0

(I find it so funny that Niffty doesn't swear at all)

Alastor: 4

Overture: 0

Radio Killed the Video Star: 0

Scrambled Eggs: 0

Masquerade: N/A

Dad Beat Dad: 1 ("fuck")

HA HA! Fuck you.

Welcome to Heaven: N/A

Hello, Rosie: 1 ("bitch")

Ornery old bitch?

The Show Must Go On: 2 ("fuck")

I’m about to end your fucking life!

What just happened? …Fuck.

Lucifer: 4

(Lucifer really likes to say "bitch" for some reason same)

Overture: N/A

Radio Killed the Video Star: N/A

Scrambled Eggs: N/A

Masquerade: N/A

Dad Beat Dad: 1 ("bitch")

Daughter? Daughter calling, daughter, daughter calling! OH! Uhm-uh. Hello, Charlie. H-Hey, heyy, hey Char-Char. No! No. That's not good. Oh, this is the first time she's called you in years. This has to be perfect. [takes a deep breath before he picks up the phone] Heeyyy, bitch!

Welcome to Heaven: N/A

Hello, Rosie: N/A

The Show Must Go On: 3 ("bitch" | "fuck")

 Oh, I'm the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter, and now, I am going to FUCK you!

You're in MY house bitch!

How's mercy taste, you little bitch?

Total: ~170

Overture: 18

Radio Killed the Video Star: 12

Scrambled Eggs: 13

Masquerade: ~104

Dad Beat Dad: 9

Welcome to Heaven: 24

Hello, Rosie!: 13

The Show Must Go On: 15

[moresinfulmockingbird]

IMPREGNATING THE RANDS | Bronya & Cocolia Rand

PAIRING: Bronya & Cocolia Rand x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Character(s), Incest(Kinda), Dirty Talk, Degradation, Humiliation, Impregnation, Headlocking, Doggystyle, Masturbation, Creampie, Mentions of Breeding, The Rand's like sharing, Reader has a cock, Alludes to Serval joining later

AUTHORS NOTE: Written for @vrncaes. Thought I'd write something from the horny rambling that happened. Hope it's to your liking.

THE SITUATION you were currently in was one that had become all to familiar. Being in the Supreme Guardians personal bedroom, having her pinned under your body while her daughter sat to the side watching was what you called normal.

For the past few months you had gotten into an... interesting relationship with both Rand's. What had started as you just dating Bronya had turned into having her mother, Cocolia join. Why? Because the heir saw just how much her mother liked you and how you were into her, so as a loving gesture to her mom, she offered to share you.

And you couldn't complain about the offer either, because being in a relationship with two powerful females was just to appealing for you to refuse. And you were glad you didn't, cause you wouldn't be having the pleasure of fucking them both whenever you wanted, just like now.

"Easy, easy. You can take it." You whispered, your lips caressing Cocolia's ear as you held her firm on her bed, rutting your hips into hers from behind.

The Supreme Guardian let out a strangled sob, burying her face into her pillows, her hands clawing at the sheets under her as she felt you pound your cock repeatedly into her pussy. "G-Gah! I- I can't-!"

"Yes you can." You sternly stated, pressing your lips to the side of her head, your hands holding firm onto her hips as you leaned over her back. "You've been able to take me this rough before. You can do it again, so be quiet and take it."

Cocolia whined at your words, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to suppress her tears. She moaned and whimpered, clutching onto the sheets for support as your cock hit every spot deep inside her. She was going crazy, her mind heavy with lust, drunk on the feeling of your cock spreading her perfectly and reaching such deep parts.

Fuck, she was truly and utterly obsessed.

Not that she was the only one, because besides her resided her only daughter, Bronya, in a fucked daze from the previous fucking she endured from you. She had her legs spread, eyes glued to the sight of your cock appearing and disappearing into her mother. She was trying to keep all your cum inside her as she watched, a reason why her fingers were stuffed inside her abused pussy.

She was whining and panting, her fingers caressing her inner walls, playing with your mixed cum that she desperately tried to keep in. Her other hand was subconsciously toying with her clit, the need for some stimulation prominent as she watched you absolutely ruin her mother.

Bronya would never get over the sight. The sight of seeing her mom, the Supreme Guardian, a whining blabbering mess under you was intoxicating. How you, just a relatively normal person, was able to turn her mother this way was beyond her comprehension- not that she was able to comprehend anything at the moment.

"Y-Y/N please!" Cocolia begged, turning her head to the side to look back at you as you began thrust more roughly into her.

"Please what, hm?" You cocked an eyebrow up at her, showing your distaste for her not being more vocal about what she was begging about or for. "Use your words if you need something. Your daughter's learned that already, how come you haven't?"

Cocolia shudders at the mention of her daughter, her eyes subconsciously shifting towards the side where the said girl was roughly toying with her clit, completely lost in her own world as she watched you fuck her mom. It was always humiliating to the woman to know her daughter was always to the side, watching her get fucked dumb by you.

Why did you need them both present when you wanted to fuck one of them?

"I-I'm so close..!" Cocolia choked out, as she tore her eyes away from Bronya and back to you.

"Oh your close, huh?" You repeated, smiling at her before leaning down, pressing a kiss against her cheek as you slowed your thrusts down just a bit to make her whine in distaste. "Well hold it, okay. Don't cum till I tell you, understood?"

"Y-Yes..." Cocolia nodded her head, her body shaking as she began to tense, trying to hold back her increasingly building orgasm.

"Good. Now just keep your eyes on Bronya, watch your daughter touch herself." You state, and the woman reluctantly looks back over at her daughter.

The Supreme Guardian flushes in embarrassment as she stares at her daughter. Her eyes subconsciously glued to the sight of Bronya's fingers stuffed inside her puffy pussy, and the way her other hand played with her throbbing clit. It was surely a treat to see, one Cocolia so dreadfully was delighted to see.

What had you turned her into?

"Bronya, dear, eyes on your mom." You stated, and the sound of your voice directed at the grey haired girl knocked her from her trance.

Bronya quickly looked at her mother's face, mouth opening slightly as she saw the blissed expression she held. She wanted to be her mom again, just getting plowed by your cock and filled to the brim. Except her turn already happened, so instead she was left to remember it and rub at her clit to quench her thirst.

Cocolia's face heated up in embarrassment as her eyes connected with her daughters. She always got so embarrassed and humiliated when she had Bronya staring at her while she was getting fucked by you so roughly. It made her squirm under you, trying desperately to shrink away from the other female's gaze.

You huffed in annoyance at her squirming. Cocolia could never sit still, and it always annoyed you, because why couldn't she sit still and obediently for you like Bronya does. So in order to get her to stay still, you wrapped your arm around you neck, trapping her in a headlock and pressing your body down onto her, trapping her under you.

Cocolia whimpered as you did, her squirming coming to a stop, mainly because she couldn't squirm anymore. Feeling completely trapped in your arms made her shake, the feeling of your body pressing her onto the bed as your hips repeatedly slapped against her ass and hips, was becoming too much. There was no way she was gonna be able to hold back her orgasm.

"C-Cum... gotta cum!" Cocolia squealed, eyes shutting tight as the knot in her stomach was becoming increasingly painful.

You grunted, slamming your cock harder into her, letting out a growl. "Hold it. I'm close, so hold it."

The woman whined, her hands dragging against the sheets, trying to hold onto something firm to stabilize herself before she could cum. It was so painful, there was no way she'd be able to hold out.

"Fuck, gonna fill you. Knock you up along with your daughter." You growled against the woman's ear, your thrusts becoming sloppy, your own orgasm achingly close. "Do you want that? Want to be pregnant with my kids along with Bronya?"

Cocolia didn't stop her head from nodding against your hold around her neck, her eyes flashing to the small bulge on Bronya's stomach. The second she had found out her daughter was pregnant, she desperately wanted to be impregnated by you as well. Fuck, she loved the idea of carrying your child along with her daughter.

"F-Fill her..." Bronya whimpered breathlessly, looking at you pleadingly, have the same wish along with her daughter.

You glanced at her, let out out a deep grunt and fully buried yourself into Cocolia, your deep moan being drowned out by the woman's cry as you both succumbed to your release.

Bronya whined as she squirted her juices, reaching her own release as she watched her mother cum as you filled her with your seed. It was a breathtaking sight, Cocolia going numb with pleasure as she shook in your hold, hands flying up to hold onto your arm desperately, needing support.

You didn't dare move an inch as you shot ropes of your cum into the Supreme Guardian, making sure to fill her right up, to ensure she's not walking out of this not carrying your child.

And fuck you did knock her up. You impregnated both Rand's successfully, so now it was time to see about having a certain rockstar join the mix.

ENDING NOTES: Kein got me obsessed with Cocolia after writing this, especially making Cocolia go fucking dumb with fucking her. A reason why I maybe focused on her more...

[ateohsixxxx]

the no one cares ray is evil n super rough 3: im glad u had Hot Dangerous Friend to help n ur feelin a lil better 🥺💕 i hope things continue to improve !!🤞🏻alright,,never had edging used in a context of almost killing me and im...sooo... soooo... normal... rn......wwoof.. so wait re: horny puppy weed u went in not even telling this man what type of blog u....ur so fUCKING ICONIC SIR WOW WOOOWWWW whats it like being the coolest ever holy fUCK -🍄💚

Baby… I wouldn’t have gotten this interview if I told him what the blog was about. Dude runs the whole operation, he was showing me sensors he built to track watering for the plants.

I doubt he would’ve let me tour if I didn’t keep it just vague enough to be interesting and seem positive.

I wish I would’ve recorded the whole thing on video, his reaction to some of the shit I was saying at the end was so fucking funny. It was a lil tough to keep a straight face, but I was really on my reporter shit and kept it together.

I’m pretty good at talking to people, I’m also suuuuuper good at selling myself. I feel like I could definitely do this again, if it’s something you all wanna see more of?

Anyway, edging in the context of death: wanna get hooked you up to medical equipment and I’ll make the monitoring alarms go off in increasingly creative ways? ♡

Gah! I always do this after a long break, I come back and start asking you all like you’re not my fucking captives. I’m so silly. Feel free to say no anyway, it’ll make me enjoy it more.

[stormyweaver]

First Time For Everything || Part 1/??)

Alright, so never let it be said I'm not a hypocrite. I'm a huge one. But this has been sitting in my drafts for over two months and I need to post it since it's not going anywhere else lmao. PLUS I'm still reeling from my gnawing obsession with V/ox resurfacing after... y'know idk exactly what triggered it but it happened regardless.

Anyway I'm proud of my dialogue for this one bc that's always something I struggle with when writing, so yeah! Plus the idea of V/ox's first cold in Hell has always just been rattling around in my head. Also it's short, but sweet. So yeah! Enjoy!

Summary: V/ox finds out there are worse things than just being in Hell; like being sick in Hell. Alas/tor has a laugh at his expense every step of the way. ~~~

It had started as nothing but a minor annoyance. A dryness of the throat, which was typical for an early morning in Hell. Moisture wasn’t really a thing, even if you considered the fucking acid rain. Which Vox didn’t; that shit was genuinely the worst. But he’d at least had access to clean(ish) water, and cleared his throat a couple of times… the sensation still lingered. Well, it wasn’t anything for him to be overly concerned with. Besides, he had a meeting this morning with Alastor where they were going to discuss more hot-topic talking points for his radio show. 

The cloying, scratchy feeling in his throat still hadn’t gone away, even though it had been at least a couple hours since he first woke up. He made himself breakfast, something simple - eggs and toast, which… the fact that he was even able to scrounge up the materials to have a decent meal still startled him. It was Hell after all - everything was still jarring. 

He barely managed to choke down the slightly burnt edges of bread and too runny eggs (jeez, the food didn’t usually taste five star, but today was bad) before getting washed and dressed. The turtleneck he normally wore felt scratchier than normal, and he tugged at the collar in irritation. Even his antenna weren’t properly fitting into his hat… Gah - today had barely started and it was already a wash.

Well, he could at least look forward to seeing Alastor. Despite how every denizen in Hell he’d met so far had told him to steer clear of The Radio Demon, Vox hadn’t been able to say ‘no’ to him yet. Not once. Even when he’d suggested the damn hat giving him so much trouble now - silly, ridiculous even he’d thought when he first put it on. But one look at Alastor’s approving grin had dashed his worries easily. He’d do just about anything to have that look directed towards him again… Oof, was the heater on the fritz again? It was suddenly so warm.

Sniffing idly, Vox descended the steps of his apartment and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Ugh, it was warm out here too. Well… that wasn’t so much surprising as it was an inconvenience. Hell always seemed to be too warm, but today the pentagram striped sun seemed to beat down on his head with a particularly harsh intensity.

He rolled his neck with a soft grunt, fingers gripping the taught muscle with a grimace. You’d think after however many years (1, 3, more?) of living with a fucking television set for a cranium he’d have gotten used to the aches and pains that came along with it. Vox once again had to remind himself that it was Hell - there were worse things than stiff joints.

“Quite the lovely day we have upon us, isn’t it?”

“JESUS SHIT–!” Vox staggered to the side, his screen glitching slightly from the shock of Alastor’s voice directly beside him. “Wh– You have got to stop doing that, Al! One day I’m gonna get a fucking heart attack.”

Alastor’s grin seemed to widen, eerily. “Oh, I would highly advise against that, old pal! We’re dreadfully short on paramedics here in Pentagram City.” His shoulders shook lightly, obviously amused at his own joke. Vox simple deadpanned, though he fought against his mouth instinct to inch upwards at the corners. Despite being fucking sadistic, Alastor could also be pretty funny - when he wasn’t unsettling or downright terrifying. 

“Anyhow~! You look a bit… disheveled this morning!” Vox tilted his head; he’d said it as if it were the most delightful observation he’d made in ages, “Sleep on the wrong side of the bed, hm?”

“No? I… Well, I looked fine in the mirror.” He argued, smoothing down his shirt a bit self-consciously. Alastor hummed thoughtfully, reached a hand out to gently tug on the tag sticking out of Vox’s inside-out jacket. “I suppose that’s the cons of not having eyes in the back of one’s head, haha!” 

Vox snorted as he began to shrug out of the denim. “Right, like you do?...” He trailed off, giving Alastor a once over. “You- you don’t, right?” 

“Oh, heavens no! But I do have my ways of seeing things others might easily miss.” His ears twitched slightly when Vox sniffed, and his head craned to one side unnaturally. Curious. 

Vox had barely gotten his jacket smoothed out, gaze flicking back to Alastor - only to find the other’s face mere inches from his own. He flinched, feeling heat creep up along his neck as he rose a brow, tentatively inching back. “Is… something else wrong?”

After far too long of a beat, the pinstriped demon snapped back into his place on the sidewalk, giving another curious hum. “Nothing at all, dear. Now! Enough dawdling - shall we get a move on? Rolling stones and such!” Without waiting for an answer, Alastor began walking down the pavement, and Vox blinked before following after him.

'He’s being extra weird today. Wonder why?' Although Vox had long since given up on making sense of Alastor’s every behavior. He’d go absolutely insane to even try. The guy… sinner… demon was nothing short of a fucking enigma, someone most insisted was to be feared and meant to stay FAR FUCKING AWAY from. Maybe Vox was foolish to still consider him good company, but it wasn’t as though he had other sinners breaking down his door to befriend him, let alone ones he actually found himself sharing common interests with. 

Plus… the guy was charming, when he wasn’t being wholly off-putting. And even then, Vox didn’t really mind that side of him. He was just quirky. 

As they walked and made conversation, Vox found his throat going from scratchy to genuinely sore and aching. He was clearing it more often, and trying not to be off-put by the odd, static distorted quality it would get every now and again. Alastor for his part seemed to be indifferent - thank goodness - but Vox felt a small mound of worry forming in his gut. Not for his throat, but something else was… well, no other way to describe it but itching in the back of his head. Like a clothes tag itching at the back of your neck, except it was directly behind his eyes, insistent and growing steadily as they walked.

Eventually, Vox’s steps slowed, and he began to blink rapidly. 

Alastor matched his pace until they were both standing still, the radio demon looking both curious and… oddly expectant. 

Vox gave his head a trembling shake, the feeling seeming to pulse before climbing higher.

“Hahh…?” The inhale swept through his lungs, causing them to seize up as his chest rose and fell unsteadily. His screen flickered as he continued to pant unevenly, a hand raising to mid-chest. Wait, this was all oddly familiar: the gasping, the build up, this itch... was he going to…? He hadn’t even noticed Alastor taking a precautionary step back before–

“heh’AAKKTTSCHHUE!!”

His head snapped forward, and Vox barely - just barely stopped the rest of his body from joining it in tumbling down. The raised hand held onto the top of his head in an attempt at steadying it, and he managed to right himself with a huge gasp. 

“Fucking shit–!!” He exclaimed, chest muscles heaving from the absolute workout straightening back up. He blinked again, before wincing and gripping the side of his head with a groan. “Fuck, fuck my head...” 

“Well, well!” Alastor tittered, clapping his hands together a few times, “Quite the performance, my good man! Quite the show!” Giddiness radiated from him, a stark contrast to the pained misery staining Vox’s features. 

“Nghh… did I just… sneeze?” It felt far more arduous than Vox recalled it *ever* being when he was alive. Then again, he’d never had to sneeze while trying to keep himself from falling on his ass. This really was Hell, wasn’t it?

“That’s the the term most would use, yes! Not quite used to it with your new hardware, eh?” Vox winced at the tap of Alastor’s staff against his head. 

“No, I’m not. Fuck, that was awful… snf!” He raised a finger to scrub against the middle of his face, and Alastor laughed gleefully when his companion realized he didn’t have a nose to actually rub. “... you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, most assuredly, my dear!” His smile didn’t falter once when Vox began to pout, “Now don’t give me that look, it’s all in good fun!” 

Despite his insistence, Vox rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what’s so ‘fun’ about feeling like absolute shit.” Maybe if it was some other sucker sure, but it wasn’t.

“So you are feeling unwell!” Alastor interrupted his thoughts, then clasped his hands together in delight, “Oh, I’d hoped that was the case!” 

“Wait, what?”

Now it was Alastor’s turn to roll his eyes. He stepped closer to Vox, lifting the bottom of his head with his staff. “Tell me, dear - does your throat ache? Do you feel a bit warmer than usual? Perhaps a little… fuzzy in the head?” 

Vox made a slight face. “How… did you know all of that?” He hated when Alastor would do this - toy with him instead of just getting right to the point. He was already feeling like garbage, what was the point of making him think when– wait…

“Ah, the cogs seeme to be turning now, yes?” Alastor’s grin was almost too eager. Vox shuffled back a bit, rubbing the side of his head as he tried to process the conclusion he’d come to. 

“Wait, I… I can get sick? In Hell? That’s a thing?!” 

“Oh, you just make this better and better, truly!” Alastor grinned gleefully, completely ignoring the panic radiating off of Vox. “But yes, you can fall ill in Hell, of all places. I assumed you knew that–”

“HOW would I have ever known that? it’s fucking news to me!”

“Well obviously,” The way Alastor rolled his eyes was enough to potentially give Vox an ulcer. Was he capable of having those, too? Why didn’t he put the pieces of still being biologically able to fall ill together sooner?! Or better yet - why hadn’t Alastor told him, since he seemed to be so fucking knowledgeable on the subject! However it seemed that his flaring irritation would have to take a momentary backseat - that awful sensation was back, almost worse than before, and a shudder rippled along Vox’s spine before it grew uncomfortably stiff. “Hahh… hhh…?” His screen flickered with static as his breathing continued to waver, a hand rising in more impulse than actual desire to cover his mouth. Even through his fluttering lids, he could feel Alastor watching him, eager and yet patient. As if this entire situation wasn’t confounding enough, embarrassing enough, the person he least wanted to be present now had a front row seat. Take a picture, it’ll last longer nestled just on the tip of his tongue, but another sharp inhale reminded him that talking likely wasn’t the smartest option. Not while his head still felt like it was full of fuzzy, restless static–

“ehh-hahH! EA’KTTSCHHHUE!” 

Though not as large as his initial sneeze, it still sent him staggering forward harshly. His screen was almost parallel with his hips in the process, and when he righted, it felt as if rising from being submerged in water for too long. His head, his neck, his core - everything ached, all from a sneeze. He didn’t bother masking a groan. 

“Fuck…” Although his discomfort might as well have meant jack-shit when countered with Alastor’s reaction. The bastard was laughing, as if seeing Vox nearly topple over from a sneeze was just about the funniest damned thing he’d seen in decades. Vox’s temple throbbed painfully as he glared at the Radio Demon, who was dabbing at the edges of his eyes with one corner of a handkerchief. 

“Oh goodness me - you certainly don’t do anything by halves, do you?” 

“You act like I did that on purpose.” Vox countered with a roll of his eyes, sniffling which… if he didn’t have a nose or sinuses, shouldn’t have been an action he could carry out. But there were multiple facets of Hell that technically didn’t make sense. Apparently this was just one among the hundreds of others. 

Alastor didn’t offer much in the way of a response. If anything, he was eerily silent, but his gaze penetrated Vox straight through to his damned soul. Vox felt warmth creep up along his neck. 

“If you’re waiting for it to happen again, you’re shit outta luck.”

Though he said it with confidence, he was internally dreading the moment another sneeze would grab hold of him. Alastor simply shrugged, but his gaze still held that air of anticipation. 

“Suit yourself. It’s certainly no skin off my nose.” His smile widened a fraction when Vox growled under his breath. 

Cyan-tipped fingers scrubbed along the surface of his screen, a bit harsher than was necessary. The irritation wasn’t as strong as before, but it lingered just out of his reach; strong enough to make it’s presence known, but not enough to trigger another sneeze. 

By the time he’d grown tired of uselessly assaulting his own face, Alastor was already a good couple of steps ahead of him. Apparently he’d grown tired of waiting for the ‘show’ to continue.

Shoulders sagging with another liquid-tinged sniffle, Vox reluctantly broke into a jog in order to catch up with him. 

Yeah. Today was definitely going to be… entertaining. 

[rainoverthemountains]

Slim and Twist's Autobot Adventure (feat: Jazz)

Part 6

In today's news: everyone is becoming a little bit concerned

Ow.

Something is stabbing him. Kind of. Maybe. Or… prying? Or… no… yeah… maybe? But ow!

It shouldn’t be so hard to figure out if he’s getting stabbed or not. Fragging Soundwave.

The stabbing thing - one of the skeletons? Yeah, the animate skeletons that are trying to disassemble his dash. Those. Yeah. One of the skeletons is prying at something that doesn’t like being pried at. It’s making an uncomfortable amount of progress prying at it. Jazz should do something about that.

“-gotta tell ya, darlin’, ain’t never seen anything like - Ow! Fuck!”

Or maybe the basic laws of electricity will take care of the problem for him. Serves the apparently-more-than-animate skeleton right.

Alright, so… there are skeletons in his cab, and those skeletons are capable of feeling pain and swearing about it. Human swears - English, specifically - so wherever he is has got something in common with where he left. Hopefully a lot in common, minus the living skeletons. 

At least that one has stopped trying to dig into his internals. It - he? - left the file, but that’s easily dislodged with a little shift of plating - except… scrap, well there goes any need to decide whether it’s better to give himself away or keep pretending to be a regular car and hope those two will wander off soon. They’re staring at him. Specifically at the part of him that just moved in a way normal cars don’t.

The one in the dark shirt taps the red-shirted would-be mechanic’s wrist, the sockets where his eyes should be wide with shock and worry and the little dots of light inside narrowing to tiny points.

The red-shirted one nods and holds his hands up disarmingly. “I see it, sweetheart. Don’ know what I’m seein’ but I see it.”

The dark-shirted one - ‘Sweetheart’? Probably not, unless skeletons use nonstandard human naming conventions. More likely it’s an endearment - or maybe a dialectical difference? Or some kind of vocal tic. Or… wait, no. Focus. Probably-not-Sweetheart is doing something very deliberate with his hands - almost looks like chirolinguistics but not quite… oh, ASL! That’s the local sign language. Jazz has probably got a lexicon for it buried somewhere, but his search feature is still spotty. And wait, wasn’t not-Sweetheart talking out loud a klik or so ago? And he reacted to mister mechanic’s shout… gah, focus! Fragging Soundwave.

“Yeah, maybe we should jus’...” mister mechanic’s hand is edging toward the door, about to escape - which is fine by Jazz, since it’s not like he asked them to climb inside and start messing with his interior - but when he tugs on the handle nothing happens. He goes for the lock next, but it doesn’t do a thing. “Fuck,” mister mechanic mutters.

The skeletons look really worried now. Not-Sweetheart tries his own door, which doesn’t work any better. Jazz tries to help them out - mister mechanic is eying the doors like he’s about to start trying some bad ideas - but his locks have chosen this very inconvenient moment to lose contact with his neural network.

Fragging Soundwave.

[a-bad-case-of-the-stephs]

How cool it'd be if we got a solo Steph run in the year of our Lord 2024. Something that lets us see her as the captain of her own ship. See her interact with Barbara and Cass sure, but just... Gah.

At least a Young Justice with her as the defacto Bat

Ouhhh it’d be so cool…

I’d kill for a Steph solo series, but a Steph solo series would also probably kill me unless it met my (frankly impossibly high) standards.

You’re very right to mention seperating her a little from Cass and Babs. Like I personally love her (preboot) dynamics w both of them but I kind of detest how they’ve sort of become a ‘unit’. Maybe it’s my anti batgirls 2022 bias but It reeks of shuffling the female characters off to their own little less serious corner without of taking them seriously as independent and fully fledged characters. I don’t know.

Ideally (for me) a Steph centric series could have mentions or interactions w other bat characters while giving her some serious breathing room. Having her lead a team, or be part of one, could be very interesting to see. Definitely would be something new to do with Steph, given we’ve never really seen her lead a full team before.

But on the other hand I’m extremely terrified that whatever comic writer she gets will fuck up with writing her. Like, unless they were straight up close reading her time in robin 1993 and paying careful attention to her character throughout her history.

Which isn’t impossible but probably unlikely if im being honest. At the very least, the odds a writer would align with my readings of stephanie and bring that into a modern series featuring her are low. I wouldn’t want a Steph solo run which is like fixated on her past for the record, but I would really need it to be grounded in her preboot characterizations and history to be at all satisfied w a Steph centric comic. (Though I would love a Red Hood: Lost Days style comic for Steph during her Dead Year in Africa. But again, only if they did it right, and matched my probably insane standards)

The very least I could hope in a Steph series is for it to take her seriously, solidify her current timeline and what’s still canon to it, and give her a future as a character. And that they don’t bring back Cluemaster as a villian for her. I’m kind of sick of that story beat. It’s fine in BG2009, but does kinda come out of left field. I didn’t like how it was done in Young Justice 2019 (i cannot see her trying to get Cluemaster to do ‘family therapy’ with her and Crystal. Like at all.) And I didn’t like it in Batgirls either, (I believe that Cluemaster is at his best when he’s a deeply sad, but normal man whose abuse of Steph and Crystal is realistic and unextraordinary. I’m not really as compelled by the idea he was “training” Steph, unless that was just how he justified his abusive behavior)

Anyways sorry to ramble on. Point is, a Steph centric comic could be spectacular and I desperately want her to get more firmly established it would be so cool, but if it was done improperly it might end my life. So mixed feelings. Thank you so much for the ask!!