#I am so proud of all of you and the effort y’all put in!

[de-lyc-ful]

There are only two reactions to Tony Award nominations and I’ll die on that hill. I find it funny that in the htdio fan group chat I’m normally the loud and angry person but I’m incredibly chill when it comes to the Tony’s. Meanwhile my normally calm friends fall into the “WHY DIDN’T XYZ SHOW GET NOMINATED, ABC SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN NOMINATED!!!” type.

I actually used to be really opinionated on the Tony’s back in 2018-2019ish but now I’m just happy to celebrate theatre and see the performances. Of course I wish my favorite show this season- How To Dance In Ohio- got nominated, along with shows that opened and closed earlier this season, but everyone who did get nominated doesn’t deserve to be shat upon.

Very proud of everyone, cast, crew, and creatives, who put on excellent shows this season! And may the best show win!

[lovingseventeen]

is seventeen good at taking your picture? *ੈ✩‧₊˚

a/n: this is kinda random but wholesome lol 

seungcheol:

✿ “ah, you’re pretty”

✿ it just sort of comes out, really. he was taking a couple pictures but he puts your phone down for a second just to look at you

✿ he giggles when you start blushing (the pictures end up being the kind thats a little blurry bc you moved when he got you blushy, but its still aesthetically pleasing)

jeonghan: 

✿ he tries to prank you by showing you that he actually took a (very cute and giggly) selfie while you were posing (this selfie becomes your lock screen eventually)

✿ when he sees you scoff he does his specific “hahaha” laugh (y’all know what i mean) 

✿ but just as you’re about to smack his arm he swipes left and he actually took a couple good pictures 

joshua: 

✿ i feel like he’s the kind to be pretty diligent with taking your picture 

✿ will direct how you pose (if you want him to help) to get the best possible picture 

✿ “mm maybe turn your chin this way just a little bit” he goes, even so far as to demonstrate with his own face

jun: 

✿ he really tries his best and they’re not totally bad 

✿ occasionally just crops your foot out weirdly or it’s not lined up the best 

✿ it may take another one or two tries but you’ll get there 

✿ will comment when you post that 1) you look pretty and 2) he took the picture (he’s proud)

hoshi: 

✿ takes a million pictures of you in rapid fashion and each of them are about 2% different from each other 

✿ may be a little bit hit or miss 

✿ will encourage a horanghae hand at some point 

✿ but even though he’s taking pictures kinda fast he will be patient and take more if you want him to 

wonwoo: 

✿ i feel like he’d take pictures of you from two angles at most and ngl, they ain’t bad 

✿ like somehow, he didn’t put that much thought into them but they’re pretty good???

woozi: 

✿ he may not take too many pictures but he puts a lot of care into the 7 he does take

✿ says little words under his breath, maybe quirks his head as he’s figuring out how to hold your phone

✿ “hmm maybe this isn’t right” *head tilt* “is it?”

dk: 

✿ may be a little bit overdramatic with the lunging to “make you look taller” 

✿ but best boy energy and he’s enthusiastic to help you !!

✿ will probably get a cute candid picture of you laughing over his antics

mingyu: 

✿ he’s probably taller than you but he will squat and/or break his back to get that good angle 

✿ also has a pretty artistic eye so i could assume that he’d get an interesting picture 

✿ he also did mention bringing his camera with him everywhere (in that one interview) so he’d probably be the kind of boyfriend that would take your picture without you knowing 

✿ honestly use his height and some funky lens to your advantage to get something editorial 

minghao: 

✿ another artsy boy hehe 

✿ very flexible will most definitely get pictures of you from so many angles 

✿ moves around you enough so you barey have to adjust 

✿ i feel like he’d help you filter your pictures too 

seungkwan: 

✿ who am i kidding, seungkwan will go to every extreme to get the perfect picture 

✿ ofc he knows all of your best angles 

✿ you may want to stop taking pictures but he will inSiSt he can do better 

✿ you think the pictures are fine already (he really did do so good) but he’s pointing to tell you to go back to pose 

vernon:

✿ the energy may not be through the roof but he’s still putting an effort trust

✿ if he doesn’t get what you want at first all you gotta do is demonstrate what you want

✿ really, just make him stand in your place and take a quick example

✿ “so i want you to take it like this, so you see this in the background too”

✿ “ah okay i see” he nods

✿ funniest part is the practice photo and he’s just standing in it like 🧍

dino: 

✿ also tries pretty hard

✿ he’s about to show you what he has so far before he grabs your phone back before you even see he screen

✿ “wait let me try again!”

✿ he gets excited when he feels like the pictures turned out well

✿ sneakily sends a couple photos to his own phone 🫶🏽

[catboy-medic-tf2]

draw medic but make extra ✨ zesty ✨

I was not at all planning to put THIS MUCH FREAKING EFFORT INTO A GLORIFIED SHITPOST, but I am SO GLAD I DID :DDD I am actually so proud of this thing y’all have NO IDEA!

Also, I didn’t know what to put on his crop-top, so I gave it the same pattern as the shirt I’m currently wearing ^^

I hope you appreciate your zesty-ass medic, as I had so much fun making it :) I beg of y’all to keep giving me art requests because they are actually such good practice for me!

[crazylittlejester]

bro. i am in the same boat as you.

asfhdjkss seeing you stress and become disappointed about whumptober is making ME FEEL THE SAME......

feeling upset about your writing and all the prompts not being correctly put down into words can be very hard and complicated!! i get it!!!

it's totally normal to feel that way and i assure you, it's okay!

just know that, even if it is your own decision, you don't have to feel obligated to do all 32 days. that's a bunch of work for someone and a whole lot of planning and writing and that can effect someone's energy and mental health. i appreciate your effort in trying to do it though! but please, don't get worried about producing so many mediocre fics, at the end of the day you're still writing things and im proud!!!

i saw your post about this and immediately felt bad so i hope this can help you feel even a little better... even so, i will be looking forward to anything you end up writing! you are such a fantastic author, never forget that. <3

thanks man 🫶 /gen

i have really been struggling a lot lately with this, and it’s been very hard to not get angry with myself over it because I feel like I haven’t been able to write in months and I’ve been struggling with hating most of what I write these days and I get so incredibly anxious to post anything because I feel like my ability to write and the quality of my fics has deteriorated sooo much. I’ve had my ao3 acc since 2018 and every year I’ve kinda made a tradition almost of orphaning everything I write and starting fresh at the start of the new year because I dislike the vast majority of what I write but I realized a few months ago that I don’t think I can do that this year- this is certainly the most attention my fics have ever gotten and I think at least one person would come yell at me in my asks if i disappeared off the face of the earth never to write for LU again allddkkd

its just very hard not to feel upset about being burnt out for so many months, and it’s hard to see how engagement has been down and have to remind myself it’s not because i suck, it’s literally just because i’ve been making less content. of course engagement would be down, the main reason most people interact with me is BECAUSE I write or do analysis posts or make content, so if im not putting out as much as i used to then that tracks and makes sense, but it’s hard to stop the intrusive thoughts sometimes. It is certainly a fight to not feel useless when I can’t do the one thing I’m supposed to be doing with this blog

anyways… it makes me really happy that there are at least a few people who will read whatever i throw up onto ao3, and all of you who regularly read the things i write and send me asks n such genuinely make me so happy. all of you are awesome

and thank you for this, it was really kind and sweet of you. i hope you have a good day, remember to take care of yourself and get some water n food 🫶

*wet cough* anyway *sniffle* y’all wanna see my tav…? /j *kicks a rock*

[theblackestvalkyrie]

#2 - Hulk - Oneshot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Hulk (Bruce Banner) x Giantess!Reader

Summary: Hulk comes back from fighting in the arena and you couldn’t help but get turned on by his performance. Unfortunately, he takes “Hulk Smash” a little too literally. 

Warning:  Kind of awkward smut, dubcon, rough sex, hulk’s fat girthy cock, sex positive reader, unrealistic cervix fucking, pissing/piss kink, painful sex, accidental/surprise orgasm, slight somnophilia, size difference, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

A/N:  Keep in mind that there is no Bruce in this fic. It’s strictly Hulk in this one. Comic fans, y’all know they are NOT the same person like the movies try to make it so really, they should be in different tags but whatever. Unfortunately, the rating was 5/10 but I personally think he’d be a 9/10 just on size alone 🤤. Reader is sex positive Is that coded for whore? Maybe lmao. Don’t be offended as I am a proud whore myself and is also a giantess (when compared to other species). Kind of like Bilquis from ‘American Gods’. If you know you know 😏. I took this one too far and a bit off track but I am pent tf up sexually so please be easy on me lol.

PG Chapters: Tony //

Based on this post.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/witchbaby300/pseuds/theblackestvalkyrie

The crowd was electric. Their enthusiastic cries and cheers echoed throughout the arena rising and falling with the wins and losses of warriors as they fought for their lives in the arena. On any other night, you’d be on the prowl looking for someone to bed or drink with but tonight was different. The new champion was fighting tonight.

You licked your lips at the thought as you watched his enormous green figure leap around and smash through the opponents put in front of him. He had hardly debuted and fought just a handful of times but ‘The Incredible Hulk’, as he was introduced before fights, was someone who was quickly making a name for himself.

The Hulk wouldn’t be the first champion you had approached sexually but judging by how thick he was all around; he might just be the last. You couldn’t contain your sexually charged thoughts as you watched him from the seat of your aircraft hovering above the arena.

 Tonight would be the night you would make your move. You had been planning and plotting the entire week while also remaining celibate. Going without sex for a week while not ideal, would be doable but that one week stretched into a month as your schedules never seemed to align. But tonight the stars aligned. You had no scheduled fights and Hulk only had one match scheduled. So, you suffered through the entire thing squirming with legs crossed and slightly out of breath from just watching Hulk fight. Your clit mashed desperately against the seat, pelvis tilting back and forth in wanton desire.

You gripped the steering wheel to stop yourself from shoving your fingers where you needed them the most. The fight predictably ended in Hulk’s favor with the crowd and the Grandmaster going wild. Waiting was the hardest part. It would take some time for him to make his way back to his quarters which gave you plenty of time to land, park, and make your way to his room. You arrived just a few minutes after he entered his apartment you didn’t bother knocking. There was no privacy on Sakaar.

The red and white theme of the room just screamed Hulk. Trophies, both gifted and taken from his opponents by force, littered the floor and made up what little furniture he had. His room even had a full bar of high-end quality liquors and other mind-altering beverages on a fully stocked cabinet.

The Grandmaster's favoritism was blatantly obvious.

There he sat, a warm washcloth draped over his face, arms draped across his heated bathing pool, not a care in the world. You let your eyes trace downward towards his muscular thick chest and the sparse dark chest hair growing there trailing down his abdomen and obscured by the water.

In an effort to make yourself fully known, you let your footsteps become louder making more noise. Immediately he sat up alert and uncovered his eyes watching you like a predator. You and Hulk had never interacted up close but had seen each other in passing so were familiar yet complete strangers to each other.

“You did so well tonight, Hulk. I wanted to help you relax after such a hard job. Will you let me help you? Will you let me be your tool?”

Silence sat between you both as Hulk tilted his head in deep contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his dark eyes pierced right through you.

“Hulk owns you?”

You could have come on the spot at his response. This was better than you could imagine. He must have thought you were one of the contracted sex workers the Grandmaster employed, and why wouldn’t he when you showed up with no underwear, a sheer bodycon dress, and zero inhibitions? Having a sexual tryst for a night was good but having someone sexually own you was a new level to you entirely.

“Yes.” No hesitation on your part.

“Strip.” A forceful command that left no room for argument.

You eagerly shed the thin soft fabric of your dress letting it pool around your feet. You could feel his eyes roaming your body studying your perky hard nipples and the intricate design of your pubic hair.

“Come” He gestured waving a wet hand out of the water and splashing water around without a care in the world for the surroundings. The first steps up to the pool were nerve-racking. While he made no move up to come to you, you could see him shifting around in anticipation.

It only made you more excited at the fact that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Once you were fully into the warm pool the water settled above your belly button leaving your breasts dry and fully on display. You stopped a little shorter than an arm’s length in front of Hulk wondering if this was too close. It was almost comical to be worried about personal space when you entered his room without permission on the basis of fucking his brains out.

Hulk’s hand rose out of the water and cupped your right breast in shameless desire. He looked to be studying your chest like he had never seen a pair before caressing them with a gentleness that betrayed his size. A sweet silence settled between you two as you enjoyed his soft touch but at some point, you started getting tired of the sweetness.

You wanted to get fucked through the floor.

In a move of pure seduction, you slipped a hand under the water and straight to his cock stroking smoothly thanks to the lubrication of the pool.

Your fingers brushed the fat mushroom head as you took in his size. The head was hot even under the warm water and you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. His entire length measured from the tips of your fingers to the end of your elbow and then some. So many nights of struggling because you were a giantess. Nights of accidentally killing men unlucky enough to get sucked up into you during sex and men too scared to partake after hearing the rumors. It all lead to this glorious moment.

Hulk took his cue from you and slipped his fingers between your legs as well just discovering and exploring to his heart's content.

“You a virgin big guy?” You purred squeezing his length lightly.

“Maybe.” He huffed, half in annoyance half in arousal.

You giggled wrapping your other hand around what you couldn’t reach with the other hand still pumping him but adding a little twist to your wrist.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He nodded and that was all you needed. Apparently, this was all he needed before standing in the deep pool. The water glistened and rolled off his muscles and down his happy trail to the deep v- cut of his pelvis exposing him in all his glory.

Your mouth started watering at the sight of his curved length. It was even better than anything your imagination could conjure up.

His weeping cock head spread precum along your cheek and lips as Hulk prodded your mouth open with his member.

“You suck me.”

You were granted a few seconds to take in all his splendor up close before his swollen head was banging on the back of your throat in inexperienced thrusts. Even with your hands gripping his hips in a death drip didn’t slow him down and you doubted much would deter him from the warmth of your throat.

You could feel your vision going spotty the darkness calling you and you flailed in panic a little. Hulk pulled himself from your throat and you gasped and coughed for breath ignoring the way the mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin and throat obscenely.

Hulk lifted you over his shoulder and lumbered out of the pool to his trophy bed smacking your ass once and then dumping you on the bed saturating the sheets from your soaking wet bodies.

Unceremoniously he split your legs wide and ground his bloated cock tip into you bumping the nose of your clit and sliding back between your slick lips to your taint and back up again. Sawing back and forth in slow calculated movements.

Back and forth.

Back.

And.

Forth.

“We fuck now.”

He wasn’t even looking at your face but between your legs at his lewd movements. It was like you weren’t even in the room.

Yes please.” You squealed gripping the sheets in anticipation.

He moved then splitting your vaginal opening bigger than your fist. The stretching burned like nothing you had ever felt and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was how giving birth felt.

“Please wait…...Too big… Please….”

He ignored you and continued to push past any tight resistance living up to his title as champion and hit the opening of your cervix. You cried out as his thick girth split you immediately regretting ever approaching Hulk. Thankfully Hulk had enough thought to stop when he hit the doors of your cervix.

His large green hands gripped your hips and overlapped around your smaller figure. You might have been bigger than everyone you came across but Hulk made you feel small this very moment.

The room filled with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy getting hammered all you could do was spread your legs and hold on. You couldn’t keep up with his pace and the fact that it was bringing equal parts pain and pleasure confused you yet brought a feral arousal like you had never known.

“Gods, slow the fuck down!”

Your flailing was starting to annoy Hulk so he pinned you down with his arms and whole body pressing you into the mattress breathing into the side of your face.

“Don’t fight it.”

Babbling in delirium as he worked you over on his shaft like a cock sleeve with reckless abandon. Again the fat tip of his cock was banging at the doors of your cervix nudging you open with every hit. You were helpless to stop him from taking what he wanted.

You could feel the beginning strings of your orgasm knotting up and building. You couldn’t even form words. Falling over the edge with a sob you could feel yourself releasing liquid all over the bed.

Holy shit you just pissed yourself.

You didn’t even have a chance to catch your breath or feel embarrassed as you continued to piss all over the Hulk yet this did nothing to deter him. In fact, it incensed his primal urges and made him go harder smacking into you at a bruising pace as he chased his climax.

Another orgasm hit you by surprise making your vision spotty. Your tightening walls were all the Hulk needed to slam past the opening of your cervix filling it with the swollen crown of his cock and continuing to pump into you sloppily as he came. Drooling into the sheets you faded into a blissed-out darkness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coming to, the first thing you could sense was the wet squelching of your pussy still getting fucked. Unable to do anything but watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the window. Fucking against the window so everyone can see. The Hulk growled possessively into your neck as he came into your stretched-out cervix with a groan.

“Mine…….Mine….”

[milogreer]

❥ my top ten redacted audio speakers !!

i’ve seen a bunch of people doing this so i wanted to join in! i love a bandwagon 😋

feisty werewolf; milo - i mean, come on. *gestures at my blog* look at me. milo very quickly took top spot, by the time i got to the panic attack audio i was like the rest of y’all can pack it up bc this guy’s got me hooked lmfao it was just so sweet to see a softer side of the guy who, at that point in the timeline, had mostly only been abrasive, cocky, and flirty. that accent also does everything for me. the exact moment i fell in love with him was when he said, “of course i’m not mad. i was worried - scared that you were hurt or something. but never mad.” 🫠💖

nervous air elemental; lasko - lasko… what can i say about lasko. he definitely awoke something in me lmao, initially i didn’t want to get into the elementals because meeting new people felt like a chore at the time but he immediately made me laugh and it was all downhill from there… i love that he’s kinda freaky and he makes me want to bite him in the non-canon audios, but even in prime universe he’s just so sweet and a really good friend. and his relationship with coworker makes me so proud of his development

arrogant incubus; gavin - i’ve said it before but gavin’s the reason i’m here! his hbs 2023 audio was my first audio of the channel, and to go back in time and watch his progression to that point was so heartwarming 🥺 him and freelancer are possibly the best pair in the universe, i just adore everything about them. gavin’s audios are actually the hardest ones for me to listen to because the love he has for freelancer is suffocating to witness in a really bittersweet way 😩

yandere cultist friend; blake - this one is um …. i never expected this HAHA when i first listened to the balance he really skeeved me out (as he should), but then mother mother released ‘explode!’ and for some unfathomable reason it got into my head as a blake song and i couldn’t dissociate it from him. on a second listen of the balance, i definitely appreciate his character more and the juxtaposition of him with elliott and sunshine vs bestie is so so interesting to me. i can’t even be mad at bestie because he’d have me wrapped around his finger too 🥲 rly nervous for his next story update

chaotic boyfriend; guy - BABYGIRL. humor is the biggest thing i look for in relationships both platonic and romantic and no one makes me laugh like guy does. he’s so my type and the way honey acts is literally how i am with guys i like, so guy audios are always so much fun to listen to 💖 and no BA hits quite like that pre-recorded one

i ended up talking more than i thought i would so the other half is under the cut!

it gets kind of messy in the second half because i think these could get shuffled around depending on my mood but for now these are my thoughts!

seer obscura; morgan - morgan is… captivating. i know he kinda only blew up after ‘time is a song’ but it’s with good reason; the atmosphere is so calming but also, like… there’s a longing to it, ykwim? the two of them being the only know seer obscuras naturally lends a hand to the tension between them. no one else understands their unique struggles - so when his new obscura acquaintance calls him up in the middle of the night asking for help and comfort, of course he isn’t going to say no. it’s such an intimate setting for their third audio together and you can feel the tension building the whole time up to “i want to know you.” it’s just a really good audio. very interested to see where his story goes

sarcastic inchoate demon; avior - THE SNARK. THE QUIET KINDNESS. THE MYSTERY. THE YEARNING. THE TRAGEDY. avior’s got it all. sovereign state had me on the edge of my seat the whole time and still does, honestly. his hbs rewind audio is one of my favorites; the effort and love he put into that little date to give starlight a reprieve from their shared hell… he is such a romantic 💖 there’s nothing quite like falling in love while stuck in an actual hell

unempowered boyfriend; geordi - he’s an interesting one for me bc my love of him is directly tied to cutie + cutie’s telepathy giving us a look into his head (i just melt over his whispered little i love yous and compliments). they have a fascinating and messy story that i live for even when it makes me sick lol i adore that they’re both flawed but that they’re taking steps to better themselves. it’s fun when couples in the redactedverse aren’t perfect but still try to be better out of love

mysterious stranger; hush - THE weird guy. within his first audio i went from being indifferent to charmed. i love a mystery and everything about him is mysterious, but he’s also so clueless sometimes that it’s like. so what if he tied doc to the bed in their first meeting, now he’s asking to hold their hand when he’s nervous. so what if his purpose is to free the sovereigns? he learned how to cook for doc. i can’t NOT love him

unknown yandere caller - i’m a ghostface fan, okay. and i’m a taurus. i like when people are obsessed with me 🤷🏼‍♀️ there’s just something so… like. listen. “you’ll start to expect me. you’ll start to crave me.” from the audio and “i know you’ll find them. and you’ll keep them. because they’re from me.” from his card? the arrogance. it’s bewitching. i need him back ASAP i don’t even care if he doesn’t get a real name, i just miss him. come back please 🙏🏻

[daydream-believin]

Like a Boiled Frog (you don't even scream) [ch 3]

Start here! + previous chapter

Chapter summary: Hear a horrible story from Mikey's childhood. Play (more like fight for your life) some air hockey while interrogating him. Figure out he's a walking corpse. Meet Helpy :)

Warnings: I mean you can see the graphic imagery right there in the first paragraph lol. canon-typical violence.

Word count: 3920, but quite a lot happens

A/N: Im sorry if this ruins it for anyone but part of this au is that michael and henry have a good relationship lol. uh also the mention of the trope "Final Girl" is gender neutral. Don't have to be a girl to be a "Final Girl", promise

Taglist: @spirit-of-the-hollow (thanks for being so sweet, btw)

“And then I did the worst thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. I lifted him up to the bloody thing’s mouth,” Michael leaned down, pushing his face into your personal space in some half-assed effort to scare you, “And I do mean bloody, not in the British way. That wretched animatronic worked like a clam, opening and closing to look like it was singing. The jaw was spring-loaded. Popped his head like a balloon,”

Your gaze briefly flicked behind him to the garbage sculpture that had a balloon for a head, and you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. This lungful of air hitting his face caused him to close his eyes and retreat from his little intimidation tactic. Yeah, your breath had to smell nasty right now, sorry man.

He violently raked a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath himself. Thankfully, despite the callous way he presented the facts, he didn’t seem to be proud of this… accomplishment. You could see it in his eyes. He was just trying and failing to act tough and scare you away.

His hair was slightly off-kilter now. Yeah, that was a rug. Hmm. Weird, he didn’t look old enough to already be balding to the point of needing one. But, from what you’ve seen, he might be some kind of cyborg or something. If he “got gutted like a fish” and his eyes glowed in the dark.

“He died in the hospital not even a day later...”

“Oh,” was all you could offer.

 His tone had been angry, but you could perceive that it was more with himself than anything. Which you could understand, you’d be incredibly angry with yourself if you were responsible for the gruesome death of a child. Damn. You clumsily put a hand on his shoulder in some attempt at comfort. Michael, in defiance of your expectations, didn’t immediately try to shake it off. But he did glare at you briefly.

Silence settled over you two as you tried to gauge if he was going to keep adding on to this awful story or if he’d hit the limit on what he was willing to relive. You gently patted his shoulder. Michael looked back at you, mouth open like he was about to say something else, but then closed it in a deep frown. Alright, your turn then.

“I am so, so sorry… I—I don’t even know what to say.”

“No one ever does,” he chuckled to himself, as you used the hand that was already resting on his shoulder to pull him into a full embrace, “What are—”

He stiffened up, clearly not used to the physical contact. That’s okay, you weren’t either. But you needed this. For some reason. It was a bit awkward, still being up on the stage, but that was okay too.

“Mate, you don’t have to—it happened 40 years ago, I’m okay,” his tone had the annoyance of someone tired of telling the same old story.

You squeezed Michael a little harder. He was so cold, even in the summer heat. Probably because he kept it like an icebox in here.

“Maybe you don’t feel like you need a hug after all that, Michael, but I do,”

You didn’t even know him. But just the thought of something as horrible as this happening made your stomach churn. The worst kind of horror story: a real one.

He shook you off of him, brushing himself off as he left the stage.

“You want to play some air hockey? I just fixed the machine this morning and need to test it out,”

Okay… So y’all are obviously done talking about this, apparently. You wouldn’t hold it against him. You wouldn’t want to keep talking about this either and would want a quick distraction like this too. Suppose this was technically him getting right back to work. Which was getting a little suspicious, like he was a little kid who was scrambling to do all the chores he procrastinated on because he could hear Daddy pull up in the driveway.

----

Michael fired up the machine and breathed a sigh of relief when it actually stayed on for more than a few seconds this time. He had in fact fixed it. Good. That would’ve been embarrassing.

The machine hummed, providing some kind of background noise to cut the silence. Perhaps Mike would consider turning the radio back on over the PA system, if he wasn’t planning on quickly smoking you at this little game and then shoving you right back out the door again. If he turned on the music, you might get the wrong idea and think you’re being welcomed.

You just... Needed to get out of here, okay? The longer you’re here the worse it’s going to get. Even though you were stubborn as a mule, you did seem to care about his brother in some capacity. It was probably a side effect of whatever manipulation that toy bear had used to get you in town, but caring is caring. Unfortunately, sentimentality had no place here at Fazbear Entertainment. As ironic as that statement is, the restaurant being a children’s birthday venue.

“So, um,” you placed your hand over the mallet to draw it back towards you as it began floating away, “you know how I mentioned, um, how Evan was, like, really scared of this one dude?”

“Yeah,” Michael tossed the puck onto the table and almost violently hit it in your direction. 

He wasn’t pulling any punches, and he really didn’t like where this conversation was headed.

“And that dude looks like you,” you barely managed to hit the puck back at him.

“Yep.” He popped that P hard. 

Michael’s annoyance at grown-ups fussing at him and telling him how handsome he was going to be one day because he looked just like his father had blossomed into a full blown feeling of hatred and disgust as an adult. Especially if it was some stranger like you, throwing the fact in his face like that.

The puck zoomed to him, and he shot it straight into your goal. He was not even looking at you. It looked like he was just preoccupied with whether or not the scoreboard was actually displaying the right numbers, so you didn’t hold it against him. 

You took a breath, annoyed that your prompting didn’t get a bite, “Well, would you mind me asking who that dude is?”

You tossed the puck back onto the table and sent it his way. You should’ve held it against him, however, because he was blatantly avoiding your gaze on purpose, actually, cross that you were pushing this topic.

“I would mind, actually,” he once again took no prisoners, spiking the puck. 

You narrowly escaped him getting a one-hit kill on you, “Well, normally I would respect that,”

“Good, then respect it,” he said through gritted teeth, trying to shut this whole conversation down.

“But given the circumstances, I don’t think I will, no”

He hit the puck so hard it flew off the air table and rolled under a neighboring arcade cabinet. Shit.

“So, are you his cyborg clone or something,” you watched as he shuffled down onto his knees to reach under the cabinet.

He sat back on his haunches, “What?”

“You said Evan died 40 years ago, and you are very much not an old man right now.”

“That’s because I’m dead,” he said as if it were obvious, walking back to his battle station at the air hockey table.

Christ almighty. Is he… Is he doomed to run a pizza restaurant for all eternity or something? Because that’s how these stories normally go. Someone commits an egregious sin, and they’re cursed to walk the earth, righting their wrong. In his case, having accidentally killed his brother, he now has to make sure all the children at Freddy Fazbear’s have perfect birthday parties. Is this Utahn Chuck E Cheese rip-off his purgatory?

He once again tossed the puck back onto the table, sending your way in a flash, “But you’re asking about my father. Our father.” he said this incredibly coldly. 

And normally when people said “father” and not “dad”, there was a reason.

Welp, there’s that one-hit kill. You didn’t even register it, too wrapped up in this case now, like you were Fred Scooby Doo or something. Freddy Fazbear Scooby—Anyway.

“I uh, I don’t get the sense you liked him very well either, then,”

He laughed, that laugh that reminded you of said father, apparently, “You could say that. The man is a homicidal maniac, Y/n. I’m not exactly concerning myself with buying him the right tie for Father’s Day. Although, I did buy him one shaped like a fish as a joke one year, but his fashion taste is so horrendous he wore it like it was normal,” 

You clumsily hit the puck to the wall, and it lazily bounced between walls in a way that told you Michael was about to have to lean over the table to reach it.

Honestly, what were you expecting? Eh, that’s not entirely fair to Mr. Coveralls Senior. You thought he was abusing his kids, sure, but ‘homicidal’ is new territory. You could easily see how one could fade into the other, however.

Even more alarmingly, you couldn’t help but notice the present tense.

Maybe Michael wasn’t the only one doomed to walk the earth here, and the idea sent shivers down your spine.

Mike did in fact have to lean over the table to hit that puck straight into your goal once again.

“Come on now, I feel like you’re not even trying.”

“I feel like I’m at an appropriate level of trying, all things considered,” even so, you redoubled your efforts.

You hit the puck as fast and as straight as you could get it. Unfortunately, he parried that easily, like he could do it in his sleep. Considering he might be bound to pizzeria arcades for all eternity, maybe he could’ve.

“What exactly do you mean by ‘homicidal maniac’,

“I mean that we still don’t have a solid number on his victims, and let’s leave it at that. Just try not to be one of them, okay?”

You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes on the puck.

That did maybe provide some insight on Michael’s renovation frenzy, however. Was Daddy pulling into the driveway soon?

“So, like,” you managed to go four hits in before he won the point this time, “I’ve noticed you’re working pretty hard. Is this whole… Family thing the reason you were up all night? Is this a “hammers ever cease” type situation?”

“A what situation?” he effortlessly sent the puck back to you the second it was on his side again. No moments of respite when it came to air hockey, apparently.

“Okay see there was this lady, who had this house built with a bajillion rooms,” he raised his brow in playful question, “I can’t remember the actual number on command, okay?”

He shot the puck into your goal ruthlessly, “sorry, continue,”

To be honest, as much as you were annoyed, you were just grateful to be interacting with another human being for as long as you two had been.

“Anyway, her husband and his father ran a rifle company, right, so when those two guys died—plus their daughter also died as an infant—she consulted a medium,” you once again had the opening shot, that he also once again deflected like second nature.

One goal, you just want one goal on this guy, it’s all you’re asking here.

“Oh, we’re not a fan of those medium types around here, they like to break in and harass the ghosts, causing disreputable property damage,” 

“The medium told her that she was cursed by the ghosts of all those who had been shot with those rifles they sold. And she told her to start adding on to her house, as a way to, I don’t know, trick the ghosts or whatever. But the medium said that if the hammers ever ceased, then she would die. So, Mrs. Winchester hired enough workmen to be building at all hours, even through the night.”

“As in, mother of Sam and Dean—”

“No, not those Winchesters. This lady was real.”

Anddddd two more points and he wins. You know what, fine. You needed to use his phone to call a mechanic soon anyway. Assuming it isn’t already past five. Suspiciously, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria didn’t have any clocks anywhere, just like a real-life adult casino.

“Strangely, you’re kinda not wrong about the family thing, but the reason I’ve been going non-stop lately is actually because I need this place open by Friday, for the Peach Days heritage festival.”

“OH, yeah that makes sense,” now less distracted, you hit the puck very fast. You were proud, even.

And you got one-shotted again.

“I’m really banking on this rush,” he raked a hand through his wig—sorry hair, “I’ve maybe run out of money…”

“Maybe?”

“So, I’ve very surely run out of money,”

“Yeahhh,” one more goal and he wins this, so it’s time for psychological warfare, “I can tell.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah man,” you successfully parried his shot, “you have trash sculptures on a stage. You’re missing half the lightbulbs. And that ball pit over there is a cardboard box.”

“Okay, so I may have put a little too much of my funds into a certain project a little too soon,” YES, and now he’s too busy thinking about his project to hit like a demon anymore.

Even still, he had you scrambling to keep the puck out of your goal box, “What kind of project?”

Yeah, no. It didn’t matter. 

He spiked the puck into your goal one last time, triggering the end of game music to play from the scorekeeper, “You want to see him?”

He sounded so excited. Alas, you had to go through the five stages of grief before you could return to playing your part in this conversation. You looked up at the big flashing 7-0 on the scorekeeper. Man, you didn’t even stand a chance in hell of winning, did you? Fitting, considering you might be standing in a certain zombie’s personal hell right now.

“Come on, I’ve got to show you this,”

Always full of surprises, this Mr. Michael A. Coveralls, grabbed your hand and led you off to a backroom of the restaurant. And you followed obediently, like a big dummy. Perhaps you are not exactly “Final Girl” material… His hand was cold. Cold like the dead, you supposed.

----

You passed by a couple private party rooms as he tugged you into the third one, that he had co-opted into a workspace. The place looked all decorated and ready to go, if not for the scattered mechanical parts and smears of motor oil all over the table. 

In the center of the table lied what you could only describe as The Birthday Boy. A colorful little robot bear, about the size of a toddler. Not activated, of course. Many parts were exposed still, wires sticking out of odd places.

“This is Helpy,”

“Awww, Helpy,” that was so cute.

“Yeah, he’s gonna be a real good helper,” Michael fiddled with the wires even as he spoke with you.

“Did you make this all by yourself?”

You adored robots, but could never in a million years design and build one yourself. That was a feat only dream-you could accomplish. You had plenty of talents, of course, but you had to admit engineering was not one of them. So, needless to say, you were pretty impressed.

“Well, the design is pretty derivative of the ones Uncle Henry used to make, as you can probably tell,” he motioned for you to sit at the bench with him so he could continue tinkering with the bear without someone standing over him, “but yeah, other than that, I’ve built him from scratch.”

“Dude. That’s so cool.”

He snickered, trying to hide the ego boost he got from that small little praise. 

“He’s only a little thing.”

Mike started messing with some kind of fuse box type thing, you didn't know. He was bending some wiring with needle nose pliers.

“Hand me that tape?”

You obliged, giving him the roll of electrical tape that had been on your left, “No, seriously man, I mean it, this is amazing. I wish I could figure out robotics.”

You propped your head up with your elbow, watching him work. He didn’t notice you staring, too wrapped up in his project.

“You could…” he trailed off, not liking how he almost offered to give you lessons.

That was… an incredibly selfish thought, just then. Sure, you were the first real person he’d gotten to really interact with since he burned down Fazbear Frights last year. Sure, you didn’t appear to be put off by his whole deal in the slightest. Sure, you acted interested in his work. He should stop thinking about this. About you. You needed to be on the next bus out of Hurricane.

“Heh, nah, I don’t think so. But thanks for being supportive,” you nudged him with your elbow.

He smiled at you sadly, before returning his focus to the part in his hands. He screwed the box back shut, having finished up the inside. 

“I think I’ll be able to get him up and running by tomorrow,”

“Oh, cool! Can I come see?”

Michael placed the tool in his hand back down onto the table with a dull thud. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to relieve some of the stress. It didn't work.

“No, actually, you can’t come see,”

“Why? I promise I won’t be very distracting,”

“No,” he said more firmly, more harshly, “You have to leave.”

“I’m not–”

“You have to get out of this town now before it swallows you, Y/n,” he grabbed your shoulder, making eye contact, “Go to Vegas, go to LA, go to Salt Lake even,  I don't care. Just get in your car and leave.”

You just stared at him for a moment. You knew he wasn’t wrong. You knew, at least for the last few hours of your trip here, that you had been walking right into some kind of ghost’s trap. Everything within you agreed on heeding his warning.

Alas, there was still one little problem.

“My car broke down in your parking lot.”

He slowly closed those glowing eyes of his, letting go of you in favor of rubbing his temples. Of course. Of fucking course.

“But you’re a mechanic, right? Fixing one little station wagon isn’t nearly as complex as building robots, right? I’m sure you’ll figure out what's wrong with it and fix it easily. Ten minutes, tops.” you were aware you were rambling at this point.

—-

Yeah, no. It had already been way longer than ten minutes. Try close to an hour. You stood in the Utah heat, sweating and trying not to feel so guilty about taking up so much of Michael’s time. You waited there, wanting to help but unable to provide anything more than handing him a wrench occasionally.

“Okay, so I think I’ve figured out what’s wrong with it,” he wiped a bit of oil from his cheek, and you tried not to stare, “Good news is, the parts shouldn’t be more than $300, if we get them used,”

You cringed, “ohhh, uhhh, see now,”

“What?”

“You know how you said you were out of money? Well, twinsies,”

“Not even—”

“No, I just paid rent, and rent takes up like 90% of my paycheck,” you felt the need to explain, embarrassed.

“Ohh,” he sounded tired, “Okay.”

He once again slowly closed those glowing eyes and rubbed his temples. You felt really bad for the amount of stress you were causing this poor man. Zombie.

“Yeah,” you stuttered nervously.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, I know how ridiculous the housing prices are getting, it’s just that, well, that was the good news.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“...Why don’t we go inside to talk, I can’t be out here in this heat too long without consequences,” he started for the restaurant, with just a quick glance back to see if you were following.

Okay well now you felt even worse about all this, if that was even possible at this point.

You followed him into the pizzeria like a puppy nipping at his heels, “Michael. Michael. What’s the bad news?”

He leaned against the prize counter, wiping off his hands with a chamois. His hands were pretty rough, calloused, and yet dextrous, as you saw when he was working with the wiring. 

“The bad news was that there was no way I was going to have time to fix it before the weekend, so I was going to suggest calling some other mechanic to do it so you wouldn’t have to stay here that long, but it looks like that’s off the table now,”

“Yeah, uh, you’re going to have to do it, no way I can afford some other guy,”

He looked at you with an expression you could only describe as a mixture of playful and exasperated.

“NOT THAT I WASN’T GOING TO PAY YOU,”

“It’s okay…” he trailed off, staring off into space.

You were kinda worried he hurt himself outside earlier, with the sluggish way he was acting now. The silence stretched on. He was definitely just, thinking, that was all. You tried not to become too concerned, lest you start fussing over him. Something told you he wouldn’t appreciate that.

God. What were you gonna do? You were broke. Your car was broke. Thankfully you had enough for a night or two in a seedy motel, but you were leaning more towards just sleeping in the car. Mike may not like someone camping in his parking lot but you needed to save what little you had so you could actually eat something. Maybe you could mooch off of the pizzeria, get Michael to give you the trash pizzas. Yeah.

He shook his head, sighing in frustration. Apparently whatever argument he was having in his head wasn’t going well.

Michael chuckled to himself. You weren’t sure what was funny.

“I cannot believe I’m about to say this, but how would you feel about working the festival with me to pay for the parts?”

“And your service,” you looked at him sternly, “I’ve caused you enough trouble as is, least I could do is pay for your time, sir,”

“Don’t call me sir,” he raked a hand through his hair, a nervous tick, you’ve noticed, “It would actually be a big help, since, well, I’m currently understaffed at the moment–”

“You don’t have any employees, do you?”

“I have two, thank you,”

You laughed, “That’s not counting Helpy, is it?”

“No, it’s not counting Helpy,”

“I suppose you’ve got yourself a deal then, Mr. Coveralls,”

You held out your hand and he took it gingerly. You ignored how cold it was this time, focusing more on how it felt in yours. A firm, professional handshake, and the arrangement was sealed. You just hoped you hadn’t just made a deal with a demon. A charming demon, but a demon, nonetheless.

“It’s… It’s um.. Emily. By the way,” he stuttered.

“What?”

“My last name… It’s Emily.”

“Oh…” you smiled, “Very nice to meet you, Michael Emily.”

[anemptypuddingcup]

Another intermission sanji fic, i promise the next part of an angel in the camera will be released next. Ima keep blessing y’all with side fics though because y’all need something to keep you occupied while you wait for my slow ass.

Enjoy.

contains sex in the kitchen and angst

💙💙💙

“Y-You got the promotion!? Oh my goodness, I’m so proud of you sweetheart!” Sanji hugs you tight as you explained that you’ve finally got your dream job after working so hard for it. It was a real hassle just to get to it, but with all that work and effort you finally got it. “Y’know what this calls for? A drink! I’ve got some wine in the kitchen!~” Sanji beams, his smile arming your heart.

You giggle and he walks off into his kitchen to fix you both a glass of wine. Handing you a glass, you toast to your promotion and gulp down the good wine. “To your promotion!” Sanji smiles. “Yeah! To my promotion and hard work! I couldn’t have done it without your encouragement Sanji!” You smile. Sanji blushes to your words.

“So? Does that mean you’re going to the big building now love? Y’know, the one that’s like thirty minutes away?” Sanji asks, a bit of curiosity eating at him. You grow silent for a second and Sanji calls out to you again. “Love..?” He calls out to you.

“Well actually Sanji, I’m flying out to the main office in another state next week…it’s a bit far from here.”

Sanji feels his heart shatter at your words.

Flying out?

In another state!?

No no! That just won’t do! How could he be happy if you’re not around to make him happy.

“O-Oh…” Sanji says, his body now trembling as he feels himself ready to burst from your words. He exhaled shakily before putting on a fake smile for you. “W-Well, that’s wonderful! Y-You’re going to the main office!” He says, fighting back his urge to burst in tears. “Sanji…” You place a hand to his shoulder and he takes it from his shoulder, holding it soft in his hands before smiling to you.

“I-I’m happy for you, I really am.” He says. “Even though I won’t be able to have dinner with you often anymore, I’ll call you everyday..” He exhales, his body now shuddering as he couldn’t put up his act much longer. “Sanji…Are you okay..?” You asked, knowing that he was probably faking now. He nods slowly before turning away from you.

“I’ll be back love, I need to go grab something.” He says before walking away. You nodded and set yourself on the couch, waiting for him.

He walks into the kitchen and presses his body against the counter, he instantly bursts into tears. His body shudders heavily as he sniveled with tears just pouring out of his eyes. What was he gonna do? He could barely function without you, so what was gonna do with you in another state?

“Sanji…”

Sanji quickly lifts head head before turning to you, his eyes all red and swollen from tears.

“L-Love!-“ He exclaims, quickly rubbing his palms over his eyes to cover his tears. You walk over to him before wrapping your arms around his body, your head against his chest.

“Why’re you crying Sanji?” You asked, your head looking up towards him. Sanji trembled withing your arms as he bites his lower lip. “I-I didn’t want to ruin such a special moment, I-I’m so sorry…” He apologizes as he presses his hands against your shoulders. “W-We’re supposed to be celebrating but now..now I just feel horrible for ruining it.” He sniveled.

“I-It’s just that..you’ve finally got this promotion you’ve been working so hard for…and now you’re flying out to another state…I-I don’t…want you to leave…” He gasps as he sheds more tears, his arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Sanji…we can still call each other.” You say softly though you and him both know that that wouldn’t be enough for you both. “E-Even so…I-I won’t be able to talk with you much…a-and…we won’t be able to eat together as often anymore…” He wept through his sniveling as he though of all the good times your had.

You felt your heart begin to ache from his words. Yeah he was right…and it wasn’t going to be as fun anymore without him around. Which is why you wanted to have fun now before you leave him and his beautiful curly brows. You cup his face before pulling his lips close to yours, pressing a loving kiss to his lips.

All of his whining stops and it’s as if time had frozen as you kissed him. His hands trembles against your body as your kiss makes his aching heart thump from a mix emotions. You slowly pull back and he’s stunned, his eyes staring deep down into yours. You slowly wipe his tears away with your thumb as you stare into his pretty grey-blue eyes.

“Sanji…would you like to make this night last with me?” You asked to him. Sanji’s widens from your question, what exactly did you mean by that? “W-What..?” He asks softly as he stared to you.

You grip his shoulders tightly before repeating yourself.

“Would you like to fuck me, Sanji?”

He stood there frozen at your question, as stunned as he ever could be. He didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t know what words to answer your question with.

So the best thing he could do was answer with actions.

***

The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the kitchen as Sanji’s fingertips dug deep into the skin of your hips, his pretty fingernails leaving crescent imprints into your soft skin. “A-Ah! Ahh!~ Sanji!~” You moan out Sanji’s name loudly as you held on tightly to the counter. His cock head kisses your cervix so lovingly as he fucks deep into you without much thought.

He huffs deep into your ear before he lets out a little groan, the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and choking his cock with love. You feel his hands slide up your body grope your breasts as your nipples slid in between his fingertips.

“L-Love!~ O-Oh god, you feel so good~ So so good around my length~ You’re so warm inside~” Sanji moans his little nonsense into your ear as he reaches his hand up to your chin. “You’re doing so good Sanji~ Your cock feels so good!~ It’s hitting my cervix baby!~” You moan out shakily, praising him for how good he was fucking into your sweet needy cunt.

He grips your chin and turns your head towards him, a soft gasp leaving him as he feels himself wanting to cum already. He presses his lips against yours, giving you a deep and loving kiss. He puts all of his love and emotion into your lips while you moan out in desperation of your orgasm growing closer.

“O-Oh! Oh my god! M-May I cum inside of you love? May I please cum inside of you?~” Sanji asks, looking deep into your eyes. You arch your back once you feel his hand grope the fat of your ass. “Y-Yes you can! Please cum inside of my pussy Sanji!~” You moan, begging for him to just cum deep inside of you.

Your moans grow louder and desperate as Sanji fucks your cunt harder with more intensity, his breathing growing more heavily before he slams his hands against the counter. He groans out heavily before he pushes your body up against the counter, trying to push his cock deeper into you.

You brows furrowed and you begin to see stars as he humps you desperately, his hips slamming hard against your ass while the sounds louder throughout his empty kitchen. “Oh fuck! Mmgh!~ S-Sanji~” You gasp out as pulls your hips into him. You feel him press a smooch to your neck before he breathes out, his cock twitching inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum! L-LOVE I’M GOING TO CUM!” Sanji gasps loudly as he holds your hips. “Yes! YES! P-PLEASE CUM SANJI!~ INSIDE!~” You moan out, begging him to just fill your womb with his seed. He lets out a deep exhale before he finally cums inside of you, his warmth filling up your lower tummy. You bit your bottom lip tightly as you gush out onto the wall of the counter, your moans loud and lengthy as your legs grew shaky.

Sanji stood still as he waited for you to recover, your breathing heavy as you slobbered out onto the kitchen floor. “O-Oh goddd~ S-Sanjii~” You turn back to him as drool spilled from your lips, a small moan leaving you as he slowly pulls out of you. A bit of cum spills down your legs and onto the kitchen floor before he carries you back into the living room and setting you onto the couch.

He presses another kiss to your lips with you laying there trembling against the couch cushions. Sanji’s wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as he kisses you. “I’m going to miss you…I really am…” He sighs upsettingly. You whimper before pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I’ll miss you too…Sanji.”

-Poor baby girl, we love you Sanji.

[stranger-rants]

Is it me or does the Duffers' decision to kill Eddie seem classist? Think of how that translates to other fans who might identify with him because they live in trailer parks or have to do things they're not proud of to get ahead or stay afloat but still have aspirations and set goals for themselves despite their situations. They didn't give him that chance even though he was trying so hard, but because he didn't graduate high school all the time and engaged in "degenerate" activities like stealing trailers and joyriding and the scene with the wires and selling drugs, lived on garbage food and didn't have the luxuries or opportunities the main surviving characters do, didn't have it easy, he represents so many teens with hard lives. And the decision that HE had to die of all people... just gives me the ick for that reason. They should've been smart and considered what kind of message that sends to kids like Eddie, that they get punished. Did this cross your mind too?

They did say Eddie was “doomed” from the start - that he wasn’t going to graduate and he would probably end up in jail. I get that they were trying to say that no matter what, the town would treat him like he was The Devil. However, my dudes… y’all are writing this. You could have easily resolved that particular conflict by showing Eddie defending the town instead of killing him in by far one of the most pointless-to-the-narrative onscreen deaths I have ever seen for a character.

I take issue with how they positioned him as an oppressed outcast to begin with, borrowing the aesthetic of Satanic Panic in the 80s without really understanding it. Again, it says a lot that Eddie was the initial target of the panic but that shifted to Lucas with Eddie nowhere in sight of The Mob. The lack of narrative continuity and the way you can just tell they’re projecting their own oppression fantasies onto these characters for being NERDS while expressing the most classist, racist, sexist, et cetera opinions make me roll my goddamn eyes any time they talk. Tragedies are only effective if there is a connection made between the tragic event (e.g. Eddie’s death) and the events leading up to it that could have been avoided (e.g. The lynch mob). This is effective for maybe a quarter of Eddie’s story, but it completely loses focus on that trajectory by separating Eddie from the Hawkin’s lynch mob and having him fucking die for no real reason fighting monsters anyone in their right mind would run away from, where his death is witnessed by one character who has to tell his uncle (and the audience) he died a hero even though his death did nothing.

The absurdity of his death calls into question the motivations behind The Duffer’s choice to make him a tragic “doomed” character. I am still pissed about what they did to Billy, but there are things that happened in his story that made it an effective tragedy even moving into season 4, despite their best efforts to put dirt on his name. The person he became because of his traumas makes him difficult to love, and as a result he is unable to get the support he needs to survive. He dies in one of the show’s most intense scenes, where it is witnessed by everyone. He was hurdling towards an inevitable end because of the failure of his community to protect him in many ways, and he decides to die for them despite this. That is fucking tragic, and it would be an unbelievably good tragedy if they didn’t keep shitting on Billy as a character after the fact. The fact that we have to be told that Eddie was a hero, but you have to fight tooth and nail to get anyone to acknowledge that Billy actually did die a hero is a failure on the Duffer’s part to understand what they actually fucking wrote… which isn’t a surprise considering how much of what they wrote was heavily dependent on actor input. They are fucking hacks.

All of this is to say that Eddie’s death and their comments on his death are classist. They wanted a character who was easy for the audience to love, easy to market and make a profit off of them, who they could kill off for a relatively lower-risk on screen death all while hiding these motivations behind the lip service they pay to issues like poverty and social isolation. Eddie was not actually doomed because he was poor or neurodivergent or a social outcast. There were plenty of opportunities to subvert that, but they didn’t.

He died an utterly pointless death, and I stick by that.

I grew up in a trailer park with alcoholic parents. I graduated high school and college. I have a Master’s degree, and my own house and my own car. Like Eddie, I had alternative interests and I was socially outcast in some ways. I am not an exception. There are plenty of people like me. If they wanted Eddie to represent what happens to people who are rejected from society, fine… but then they should have linked it back to the Hawkins community and not have him run into a hoard of fucking demobats for no goddamn reason.

[la-squadra1234]

All right, let’s do it that one seems very sweet. I am pretty excited to do this one!

As usual, thank you for the request it just makes me so happy and filled with joy to see that people like my content as it takes a while to make and I have to make it as quickly as possible so I still have time to do other activities! But I also can’t rush it because otherwise, it won’t be good so it takes a lot of effort and I am happy that people enjoy it just as much as I do

Full credit to la-squadra1234

Feitan- when he finds the poem at first, he is a little confused, but then when he continues reading, he honestly finds it, heartwarming and sweet, but then he remembers that he is a heartless, sadistic murderer but then again, his kid wrote him a whole poem literally just for him! Like how many kids do that for their parents he honestly felt so special in that moment<333

Phinks-(wait because why is this, reminding me of the time when he was reading the note that kurapika left for the phantom troupe) he would read it, and a small smile would appear on his face and when his kid walked back into their room. Their face was instantly red and they ran out of the room out of embarrassment, but he would chase after his kid and obviously he would catch up with no struggle at all, and he would tell his kid that it was very sweet of them to write a poem about him specifically and he would also complement his kids writing and tell them to keep writing like this and maybe one day they could become a author or something like that (but like we all know that his kid would be staring at him like bitch please an author seriously??? like he is literally in the phantom troupe BFFR)

Nobunaga-he would definitely be caught off guard when he is reading this poem, but it would instantly change his moved into a happy one! He wouldn’t reveal to his kid that he found the poem just to spare his kid the embarrassment, but you bet your ass he’s taking his kid out for ice cream! (did he kill the ice cream man honestly properly not he was in that good of a mood )

Chrollo-not only would he be super happy about the poem, but he would also be super happy about his kids, grammar and how his kids handwriting is perfect. He would be sure to walk up to his kid and compliment, his hand writing along with his grammar of course his kid would be embarrassed, but he doesn’t care if he wants to complement his kid you bet your ass. He will complement his kid and he will be proud about it as he should

hisoka-honestly I can’t think of anything for him because what would his kid be proud of him about? He is a very laid-back parent I guess if anything he would find a poem about his kid being happy that he doesn’t have his dad always on his back like other kids do or something like that of course if he found a poem like that, he would be pretty happy and he would feel like he is a good parent, and that he did the right thing (y’all we’re not gonna tell him that he’s doing the wrong thing. OK we need to let him have his moment. )

Illumi-I could see him finding a note in his child’s room of his child saying something like I am very fond of my dad. He is a very strong assassin, and he is teaching me to be just like him and I am just super inspired by him and I have been working super hard to impress him. I hope he is happy with how far I have come never mind that I just hope he even notices! He would feel a Rush of emotions he would feel happy, but a bit sad that his kid is unsure if he even notices their progress but then again, he would be happy of the fact that his kid would put in so much effort to make a poem that he didn’t even plan for him to see

Silva-the poem would definitely say something like I am super happy that I have a bunch of very strong siblings things to my dad and I am super happy that my dad is strong and proud of me and he defends me (Ngl that would be so damn cute) even though assassins aren’t supposed to have emotions and he has knocked that into his kid. He has clearly seen that his kid is a bit rebellious just like. Killua I mean he is breaking that no emotion rule, but then again. Silva is as well because he is very happy and thankful that his kid is fond of him. 

And that is it for right now everybody I hope everybody that is reading this enjoyed! I am trying my best to work as fast as I can, but also not make it shitty. I’ve explained something like that. In my last post. Go read it if you haven’t already it’s great trust me!!!

That is really all I have to say for right now!

Have a good night everybody bye now <3





[lozeyart]

Alright y’all, its officially been an ENTIRE YEAR since I had my top surgery! 

Its so crazy to think that I got this surgery a year ago. Its been a journey. Healing felt like it was taking forever, I remember not being able to lift my arms, I had to have help with everything.

I came out as trans when I was 18, and now I’m 27. Its been almost 10 years, and I can’t believe how far I’ve come since then. I started testosterone when I was 23, and it actually made my dysphoria worse. I finally started to look and sound how I wanted, except for my chest. It was this glaring, obvious thing that wasn’t supposed to be there. Everything else was starting to match up, but there wasn’t anything I could do about THAT.

Finally getting this surgery was like sliding the last puzzle piece into place. Finally, I could look in the mirror, naked, and not be disgusted at what I was looking at. There are times I still do that, I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% comfortable with my body, but that amount of hatred I have for it has lessened so much over this past year, I’ve started to really like what I see.

Being trans is hard, let me tell you. I have fought and clawed my way through life, to be who I am, despite how many people, how many of my family members told me not to. That it would be inconvenient for them, that it made them uncomfortable, that they’d rather not put in the effort to make me feel comfortable or loved.

I’m here, I’m loud about it, I’m fucking proud of who I am, and I won’t let anyone shame me for being this way ever again.

Last three pictures are pre-coming out, all back in highschool ♥️

[rxin3akamallory]

I wrote a GotG OC X Canon fic??? Not Clickbait???

Hell yeah I did! It’s not really a fic but it’s a scene from Vol. 2 I’d imagine between Rocket and Magril!

For more info and images of Magril, click here! :D

Note: They become a couple by the end of Vol. 2. Rocket and Magril grew up on Halfworld but weren’t close. Hell Magril was in a cage completely opposite to Rocket’s. Magril escaped a few months before Rocket, but Rocket didn’t know, making him and the rest of batch 89 believe her to be dead. Then Rocket escapes Halfworld, y’all saw Vol. 3 so you know. The two reunite in Vol. 1. While Rocket became a bounty hunter with Groot, Magril became a Ravager and had known Peter Quill since he was a teenager. They butt heads constantly in Vol. 1, all the while they have slight feelings for one another that they deny and put on the back burner. But then, Vol. 2 happens! Without giving away major details, Rocket actually tries to make an effort to patch things up with him and Magril.

This takes place right before the Southern Nights scene in Vol. 2. I wanted to share it here just because of how proud I am of how it turned out! But yeah enjoy ig lol

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

Magril walks outside the Milano to find Rocket on a tree branch, tinkering with something while humming to Quill’s music from the ship’s speakers.

Magril: The hell are you doing?

Rocket’s ear twitched at the sound of Magril’s voice. He peered down before rolling his eyes and going back to what he was doing.

Magril: You having a little pity party up there?

Rocket: *scoff* I don’t need any pity from you.

Magril: Oh, I’m not pitying you. I just think you’re an idiot.

Rocket: This better be important.

Magril: I just wanted to see how you’ve been holding up after what you said to Peter. Argue with me all you want, but I know you didn’t fully mean it. You better apologize to him when he gets back.

Rocket: Why should I? He’s been nothing but a pain in the ass recently. Plus I already have to carry the burden of repairing the Milano and keeping an eye on Gamora’s psychotic sister, no thanks to Star-Munch and his old man.

Magril: Come on, you just have to say two words. It’s not that hard.

Rocket: If any of us needs to apologize, it’s Quill. And until he does, I’m not saying a word.

Magril: Rocket, you know that you’re the one who started this mess to begin with, right?

Rocket: Yeah I started it, but Quill provoked it because Drax just had to rat me out!

Magril: So what? You still took those stupid batteries and now we’re on the Sovereign’s target list. Nice going there, genius.

Rocket: Huh? Really?

Magril: *sigh* Sarcasm.

Rocket: *groan* Every frickin’ time!

Magril: Whatever, care to explain why you’re not inside fixing the ship right now?

Rocket: What am I, your servant? I’ve been working on the ship for hours. Can I not get some fresh air?

Magril appears in front of Rocket, hanging upside down by her tail.

Magril: Of course you can,

Rocket: Aah!

Magril takes the small gadget from Rocket’s paws and moves behind him, still hanging upside down.

Magril: but I’m pretty sure whatever you’re doing right now isn’t as important as the Milano’s repairs.

Rocket grabs the gadget back and Magril sits upright on the branch beside him.

Rocket: Keeping us and my ship protected isn’t as important?

Magril: Protected from what? Nothing’s out here for miles.

Rocket: The Sovereign can still track our coordinates. We’re only safe for now.

Magril: And you expect this tiny little thing to protect us from the Sovereign fleet?

Rocket grabs Magril’s head and turns it toward the ground. A bunch of those tiny devices Rocket made were scattered across the ground.

Magril: Whoa. But still, they managed to fly a bunch of aircraft without being inside of them. You can’t expect them capture us in person.

Rocket: Right, the Sovereign wouldn’t. But, they would.

Rocket points farther north. In the distance, a large Ravager ship was parked.

Magril: *gasp*

Rocket: I heard it land here an hour ago.

Magril: Shit.

Rocket: You’re welcome. Now get back in the ship before they get here.

Magril: You’re gonna deal with a group ravagers by yourself!?

Rocket: I’ll be fine, go back to ship. Groot’s down there alone.

Magril: He’s fine, Nebula’s there.

Rocket: That’s what I’m afraid of, so go.

Magril: You don’t even have your blaster, you idiot! Let me help you!

Rocket: Don’t need it, don’t need you. Go!

Magril: Rocket, no! That’s suicide!

Rocket: I’m not repeating myself, get out of here now!

Rocket slightly shoved Magril away, causing her to nearly fall off the tree.

Magril: Whoa! Aah! Aah!

Rocket grabs Magril’s wrists, pulling her back up.

Rocket: Okay, new plan, you’re staying here.

Magril: Finally won over the stubborn trash panda.

Rocket: Shut up. Just follow my lead, and don’t fall. Please.

[brattylikestoeat]

Bratty, it's been a while, but I'm the anon who left their TG last year, got my own place, and bought a gorgeous full-length mirror to celebrate. 🪞 It's been a long journey of disentangling myself, learning to be independent, and learning to self soothe instead of seeking comfort in others. The biggest challenge has been the idea of dating or just being with another person. I am not interested in a relationship, but I have been so intimidated and scared to even just casually date because I'm scared my ex will find out and lose his shit. Yesterday, I faced my fear, had a guy over, and I had so much fun! 😈 I was so relieved afterwards that my phone wasn't blowing up and nothing bad happened. I'm finally truly feeling like myself again. Thanks for always letting me vent. When I've had no one in my life that I could safely share my plans and victories with during this journey, I've always been able to come here for a sympathetic ear.

I’ll be real with y’all. If I wasn’t already in the middle of two situtionships I wouldn’t date at all. The effort it takes to allow someone new in after a traumatic thing like TG is too much. Plus men just don’t appeal like they use to. They got online and started running they mouth and now I can’t stand most of them.

But I will say I’m proud of you, I am happy it all turned out well.

And tell me why I was thinking of getting a big mirror from my room. I wanna put it across from my bed for reasons 😈.

[daxtoncity]

Friends

So besides the incredibly vague title alone, this post is gonna explain something, a little bit different. As the sole creator of Daxton’s storyline, the underlaying basis of just, Daxton’s foundation in general, what I say, simply, GOES AND I THINK THAT’S INCREDIBLY FAIR RIGHT IM NOT CRAZY-

That being said, the characters that I’m gonna briefly mention here with my own summaries, they all have one thing in common: I didn’t make them.

My friends did, and the friends that did go out of their way to create something that I have been workshopping for such an incredibly long amount of time, it’s been in hiatus after hiatus as I got older, but when I met these people through this HELLSITE, they pushed me to keep going, and this is easily the longest and most effort that I have outputted into Daxton’s development, I mean I have names for locations AND EVEN THEN AT LIKE 13 AND STUFF, I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE LAST NAMES FOR SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND THE FACT ALONE THAT I AM ENVISIONING PLACES NOW, THAT MIGHT NOT SEEM LIKE A LOT BUT TO ME THAT’S MONUMENTAL

So the best way that I can even begin to repay these friends of mine, is, simply this: These characters, are, absolutely canon. They started out as OCs for my dumb little universe created by these wonderful people, and now as the creator and owner of Daxton, I’m making them canon.

Without further ado, It’d be my honor to introduce these one of kind creations.

The following two were created by my friend @alicethecoffeeaddict, Andromeda and Vergil, a pair of demonic siblings, Andromeda, a confident, no shit taking, proud of her sexuality succubus, and Vergil, a friendly, albeit introverted compared to his sister, incubus who works a side life as a nurse. That’s all I’m gonna say about them at the moment, you read this and wanna know about them more?? GO TO ALICE AND YELL AT HER TO MAKE MORE CONTENT OF THEM--

This one, ohohohoh, this one, is a, PERSONAL, favorite of mine. Created by one of my absolute bestest buds in the entire world, @sutasaido, Heartbeat is the city’s most beloved entertained, donning a helmet with a heart shaped electronic screen visualizing a rhythmic heartbeat tempo on the front, he’s a talented musician that has not a single struggle in the world to put all of Daxton’s hands up, rest of the world must have missed his hype tho-GO YELL AT ELI TO GET MORE HEARTBEAT CONTENT

The second to the couple of last ones, sadly, I can’t tag on here because he doesn’t use Tumblr anymore, but if you scroll by and read this and wonder who this is, my buddy John aka MossyPebble, you’ve MOST DEF HAVE SEEN THAT NAME IF YOU’RE AROUND THESE PARTS, but he created probably one of the most INTRICATELY DESIGNED AND FUCKIN BADASS CHARACTERS, the evangelical automaton created by man to protect them from every and all threats in the city, and even the world at such a scale, named Gehenna. However, reduced time shared along with humans thanks to ungrateful creators locking him away into the depths of their compounds poisoned his advanced thinking and labeled humans as their own greatest danger. Now, like I said, JOHN ISN’T ON HERE ANYMORE BUT I WILL SAY THAT IF HE DOES MAKE MORE ABOUT GEHENNA I WILL LET Y’ALL KNOW

Now, the very last ones, for now anyone, have been crafted by someone who is, easily, my greatest friend and my overall empowering form of inspiration with just how incredibly creative she is, it is, very easy, to label as most definitely my biggest supporter, @flowerthornsart, without her I don’t think some entire sections of Daxton to this day would have been getting coats of polish slathered on with how much she encourages me to keep going with this, so of course-

Mantis is the first hero I wanna talk about, plagued by floating remnants of her villainous and monstrous mother’s reigning terror, Mantis is determined to take that once ruined verbal imagery of someone so murderous and fraught with danger, and replace it with the shining, welcoming sight of a sweetened heart and comforting aura belonging to one who knows what it means to be a hero, that not allowing anyone to hinder your actions and the determination that backs up one’s selflessness, is all that it takes. And last but not least, Iris, an abandoned science project given form, the spunky and gremlin like slime cryptid lovingly lingers in Daxton’s Undercity, reclaiming once lost subway systems as her own housing, she’s later discovered by the band of heroes following Blade, and the crew gained yet another irreplaceable fragment to weld with the grander picture of it all. AND FINALLY, GO YELL AT TERESA IF YOU WANT MORE-

Much like before, THAT IS ALL THAT I HAVE FOR YOU AS OF NOW, THE VILLAINS ARE ARRIVING SOON BUT I WANTED TO GET THIS OUT AND ABOUT AND HAVE A FRESH AIR AROUND IT ALL ABOUT WHAT EXACTLY THIS CAST CONSISTS OF YOU GUYS WHO I TAGGED I LOVE Y’ALL DEARLY AND I WILL FOREVER BE INDEBTED TO THE KINDNESS YOU GUYS GIVE ME <3

[theharddeck]

I relate very much. All of my friends are in relationships that are headed towards marriage or are engaged/already married. I’m very happy for them and when we’re celebrating them I always have a good time, enjoy myself and I’m happy. But when the event is over I realize how alone I am. And right now I choose to be alone but making the choice to be a solidarity individual can be lonely. Especially for me, who has never been “successful” when it comes to love and relationships.

Jake would definitely be making jokes while also trying his best to help. And it does help a bit. This gorgeous man is being nice to you and obviously trying to keep things on the light side (because it seems like everything with this wedding is going wrong). When the florist cancels and yet another thing goes wrong, he tries to make a joke but his, “Wow, let’s hope you never get married. You’d be a total bridezilla.” is just too much. Because the reason you’ve been putting so much effort in this wedding to make it perfect is that deep down you’re scared that you’ll never be loved enough to get married. So you’ve been trying your best so that your best friend can have her dream wedding, because you’ll never have one of your own. You instantly tear up, lip quivering - whole nine yards - but you don’t let yourself cry in front of him. He instantly regrets it, when he sees the tears lining your eyes and how your body practically deflates as you curl into yourself, trying to make yourself smaller. You walk away, trying to push down the emotions because you need to figure out where you’re going to get enough flowers in the right colors for 5 bridesmaids bouquets and a bridal bouquet in just a few days, and completely ignore Jake as he runs after you spouting apologies.

As for Bob, that night when the wedding is over and you’ve both supervised cleanup to ensure all security deposits are returned, he takes you back to his room to treat you to multiple orgasms and the dirtiest sex you’ve ever had. He turns back into sweet Bob after, pulling all the bobby (ha) pins out of your hair, you help clean each other up in the shower and then cuddle while eating the room service he ordered since you guys barely got to eat all day.

Ah I know EXACTLY that feeling, as you’re winding down and kind of hugging yourself; it’s just the most bittersweet. Happy for your friends and their person, unable to avoid the juxtaposition—I feel that 💙 I feel like the cliche advice that people always give is don’t worry your time will come and I resent that SO much bc I’m like y’all don’t know that?? why and how are you promising something you have NO way of verifying lol. So instead I’ll say it’s hard to chose alone and being strong for yourself is something we never get enough credit for, but I’m proud of you for choosing to be this way, and look after yourself.

Those headcanons are PERFECT!!! Jake is just such a pulling pigtails kinda guy so he wouldn’t know he’d gone too far until you fully left and ugh it’d be so good. Love me some groveling. And post-wedding sex with Bob?? Good lord I’ll be a bridesmaid another dozen times for that 😂

[sunshinebunnie]

F, H and I 😙

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

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“You’re not Lexi,” she says as her eyes look him over, her mouth pulled to the side in contemplation.

“You right there,” he drawls in agreement, not offering anything more. ( He knows crackhead energy when he sees it. Even though she might not be on the pipe now, he can tell she’s felt that fizzy buzz tingling through her veins at some point. )

Her eyes narrow. Then, as if a cloud got blown away on an otherwise sunny day, her face brightens. The switch is so instantaneous, Fez is slightly caught off guard, but his grip on Lexi’s door fails to loosen.

“You must be Lexi’s shady dick!” the brunette laugh-shouts at a volume he personally considers to be way too loud for 9:40 on a Tuesday morning.

“The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?” he grumbles, the urge to close the door in her face getting stronger by the minute.

She gives him a grin that splits her face open (it’s the kind of smile that tells him her parents cared enough to put several grand worth of dental work in her mouth) as she sticks out her hand. “Rue Bennett,” she says, trying not very successfully to sidle closer into the apartment.

Fez casually braces himself against the door in such a way that all of his body weight is serving as a door stop to keep her from pushing past him as he extends one hand as cordially as he can saying, “Fezco O’Neill.”

Rue laughs again as she dramatically pumps his arm, trying to pull him in for some kind of chest bump in an (unsuccessful) effort to dislodge him from his sentry post. “Damn!” she laughs again. “Fezco, huh? Don’t come across that one every day. Sounds like something out of those Regency romance novels Lex was obsessed with in high school.”

“Not to be rude, but whatchu want, Rue?” Fez asks, trying not to let his exasperation bleed too much into his voice—after all, she seems to know Lexi’s schedule well enough to come by on her day off ( without warning? ), so they’re probably decent friends.

She changes tactics, standing on her tiptoes trying to peer around Fez into Lexi’s apartment. “Man, you must have some kinda Fez ho dick magic if you got her sleeping in. She never sleeps in past, like, seven a.m.”

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I was so torn about this! I really like this first interaction between Rue & Fez in Private Dancer because Rue has this great chaotic energy to her and it’s the first time Fez is really interacting with Lexi’s world outside of the club. It puts him on his heels a little bit, but it also gives him a chance to (a) better understand some of Lexi’s insecurities and (b) show that he does care for her. 

H: How would you describe your style?

Hmmmm....great question....lol. Descriptive & smutty? I really struggle shorter pieces because I really want to draw the readers into my world. Not to mention, genuine emotional connection is a big component of sex for me, so I have to make sure I establish that between my characters before they hit it, otherwise it doesn’t feel natural & organic to me to write. 

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Hahahahaha. I am a Thirst Queen for sure. Give me smut with feelings or pining high school/college AUs and I will love you forever. (I will say, the Fexi fandom is the first time I’ve gotten into ABO, and y’all have made me a believer! lol)

Thank you so much for talking to me, @dream-a-little-dreaam!!! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your week! 🥰🥰🥰🥰