#and now for a bit of a ramble because the second image is sad

[hooffuloftootsierolls]

Spoilers from leaks for S2(no pictures, just me rambling)

First of all, it's funny in the saddest way to see people depicting Abel and Adam having a healthy relationship with one another and Abel mourning his father. You guys are gonna shatter when S2 releases. Second of all,

I keep thinking about Abel's behavior towards his dad's passing.

In the S2 leaks, Abel only mentions his dad a handful of times, and it's never quite.. with grief. Still, interestingly enough, I feel like he's acting almost like he's trying to be angry or sad about his father's death.

He refers to his dad as "dearly departed", mentions that he's partial on continuing the Exterminations because even though he dislikes confrontation, "they did sorta kinda kill [his] dad a little bit, so... maybe?" and also he tries to retrieve one of Adam's guitars from Adam's quarters to "remember him by" before a grief-crazed Lute screams at him to get out and tries to hit him with the guitar. But this is all said in a normal, unaffected tone, not the kind of way you'd expect someone to talk about their late father.

Overall pretty apathetic behavior, right?

But what intrigues me is the fact that Abel doesn't even necessarily need to act sad.

Lute says it herself, nobody else cares about Adam being dead. This could just be Lute's view, but she doesn't seem wrong(which I am SO pissed about). Emily seems happy as a lark, Sera is moping about the Exterminations, everyone else seems more worried about the Exterminations being kept from them/the possibility of an uprising, and only think of Adam as an example of an angel dying at the claws of a demon, not an actual mourned loss.

Ok, so nobody cares, and I doubt anybody would call out Adam's secondborn son for not caring either. After all, wouldn't that just reinforce a reasoning for their apathy? If his son doesn't care, Adam must have been a real monster undeserving of any grief. After all, according to Lute, Adam didn't even like Abel. So why is Abel still trying to act like he cares instead of just admitting he doesn't feel sad about his dad's death?

I'm going to reference a line from one of my favorite pieces of literature; "And he remembered thinking then that if she died, he was certain he wouldn't cry. For it would be the dying of an unknown, a street face, a newspaper image, and it was suddenly so very wrong that he had begun to cry, not at death but at the thought of not crying at death"(Fahrenheit 451, PDF page 44). (Wow imagine referencing a philosophical classic in a Hazbin Hotel ramble-) To sum this quote up, the main character feels less horrified at the possible death of his wife, and more horrified at how screwed up it is that he wouldn't feel grief.

I think Abel has a similar situation. He's struggling with trying to grieve, trying to convince others that he's grieving, because he feels guilty about his lack of emotions. But still, why? What reason would he have to feel guilty if Adam didn't like him?

This is where things are less speculation and more just me trying to desperately find ways to project onto characters. The chances of this being nitpicky and semantic are through the roof, but Lute's wording of "Adam didn't even fucking like you" suggests Adam never liked him, but she still didn't use the word never. Also she said Adam didn't like him, which isn't the same as dislike, it's just a lack of like. I know this is hyperspecific and far-fetched but work with me here. What if Adam and Abel had a healthy relationship at some point, but they grew apart somehow?

Let's talk about Abel's time alive. Now let's be honest here, Viv is probably gonna find a way to make Adam seem like a horrible asshole father. Obviously he wouldn't be the best dad, but he was literally the first human father. In existence. He had absolutely no frame of reference for how to care for children, him and Eve were just winging it while already struggling to survive by themselves. Please for the love of God, I hope Vivzie doesn't try to paint him as a horrible father. I want to imagine he had a good relationship with his children. Abel might have known Adam as a loving father once, and that would explain why he would feel guilty for not feeling grief. So what about them growing apart?

Well think about how Abel died-- he got his skull fucking bashed in with a rock by his older brother. That had to be traumatizing. With Adam not seeing his son until Adam passed-- maybe even longer, if it's still true that Adam is the first human soul, because maybe Abel ended up manifesting in Heaven later which is a whole nother theory-- and also Abel traumatized by his gruesome death and possibly repressing a lot of memories from life, I wouldn't be surprised if the two were just... disconnected when they saw each other again. Adam didn't like Abel. He had at one point, but now they were distant and felt like strangers with each other.

Still, throughout it all, Abel still knew Adam was his dad and he felt they had been close at some point, so when Adam died this part may or may not be me writing my own feelings surrounding my grief of my late father he felt kind of horrified with himself, that his years of disconnection with his father actually led to him feeling apathetic about his passing. He struggled to bring out any emotion or feeling of grief even if he tried to play the part and act like he was mourning, but all the same also didn't want to reflect on his relationship with his father because he didn't want to feel the anguish of losing his dad.

But let's be realistic here, we're talking about Hazbin Hotel, a show that is desperately trying to make a commentary on things it knows nothing about. More likely, Adam is a shitty father, he never liked Abel, him and Abel never had a good connection, and their relationship was so distant that Abel genuinely couldn't care less about his dead dad and is just trying to act like he does for some unknown reason.

But fuck Vivziepop I'm gonna sit over here in my corner and make these characters more complex by projecting my own experiences and emotions onto them bada boom

[visxionery]

Revealing my desired enstars shuffle units!!! I might make more posts about each unit in particular + what songs it'll prob sound like. First is the event card and second and third is gacha card and the rest is event

but for now here's a brief look into each unit!

dystopia : they are all mystical beings that live in a dystopian world where art and order is gone.

heartthrob : think aisle with you plus atoz but spin it. This is more of a sad nostalgic kind of love unit? Like basically a we used to be in love and I long for you kind of thing. CAUSE I KNOW VALENTINES ARE LIKE HAPPY BUT I WANT SAD VALENTINES OK ARGHHHH (gets dragged out)

wonderlandz : mascot cosplay group, imagine twisted wonderland met wicked drugs and this. ill explain more on who is who <3 vetarannoruma : a group doing a documentary about investigative work but then gets caught in a ACTUAL CASE, they somehow end up on a plane- someone gets shot???!!! and ibara throws a bomb somewhere-FIND OUT MORE IN THE NEXT EPISODE OF VEGAS TRUE CRIME-

5050' : so eichi is investing shit right and then makes a bet and loses sum money idfk to RINNE AMAGI? Turns out rinne is good at investing and shit but then eichi like nuh uh ur reckless kohaku is on the shuffle cause rinne and his dirty schemes. Kanata is trolling and Tetora is burning kitchens (i'll explain i swear-)

imaging : OHOHO THIS IS A HALLOWEEN SHUFFLE, so switch makes a haunted house right and natsume is like lets do a mirror maze *casts sum spell* then SUBARU gets caught in the spell and suddenly theres multiple of them and the other three members get trapped.

dia thieves : game show where they battle for fans and try to rizz you up but then stinky pr does smth and THERES A SCANDAL?????? find out more on dia thieves : broke asf....

phantoms at the opera : OK OK I KNOW MAYOI AINT IN ERE BUT I DIDNT WANNA MAKE IT THAT OBVIOUS. So hokuto is doing sum dramatica shit and then he gets a theatre role outside and then they have to act out shit think masquerade ball BUT THEN (here's the plot twist) THEY GET THRUSTED INTO A MURDER MYSTERY GAME BY GATEKEEPER (dun dun dunn!!!) SHIT HAPPENS NAGISA GETS INTO A CULT TSUMUGI IS HANGING OFF A LEDGE REI ALMOST DIES HOKUTO WRU and madara is yo mama.

CU2+ : So midori and hajime has been part of a buddy system made by es to cultivate good relationships between fellow idols, but they chat anon they all do so no one knows who each other is. Midori has been feeling a bit down lately and the rest of the support grp helps him but then everyone puts on a false persona because they want to be a better version of themselves. Hajime wants them to all meet in the real world at around 2 plus, but Midori has other plans...

Parasol : ARASHI WEARS A SUNDRESS TWO PIECE I REPEAT ARASHI WEARS A- basis is its a modelling gig and compared to arashi chiaki is TERRIBLE DAWG i love you chiaki but i know you can willingly go without bathing so on the day of the shoot they put so much effot in bad weather strucks and ITS A BRINK OF A NATURAL DISASTER.....but arashi is stuck and all alone....

PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS THOUGHTS JUST YAP IN MY COMMENTS I LOVE TO RAMBLE ABT THEM <3

[dino--draws]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE NEARLY TWO HOUR ADMONITION + EXTRAS POWER POINT

I recorded it and me and my friends do wanna edit it and be silly w/ it so you may actually get to hear the presentation [and if you want the presentation itself just shoot me a dm on discord or smth] at some point but!

"Enter this freak! [image of McDoctorate]" "he looks like weird al.............."

"whats this guys name?" "FUNNY YOU ASK THAT [goes to slide that says 'whats this guys name?']"

"Damn! Sucks for Abbie, man I was invested." "I KNOW I WAS SO SAD SHE DIED." "This is a loss for women." "This was NOT a win for feminism."

"This is the REISNO Cannon!" "...thats a guy." "IGNORE THE GUY IGNORE THE GUY!"

"Failing to fulfil the causal loop causes a paradox. So let's cause a paradox! This is Dougall Deering, a bitchass motherfucker that nobody likes!"

"This is the significance of September 8th!" "...the queen......" "Queen Elizabeth died!! This isn't relevant!"

[Someone I do not know came in and sat down to listen for a bit]

"So you guys know Weirdmaggedon right?"

"And then the therapist dies and it all gets worse."

"So it'll come back, right? Right??? [long pause] There is no cannon." "Ha."

"So you may be wondering 'where the fuck did he go?' and now we finally get into Admonition."

"Because we can't use Narrative travel to jump genres we're writing the Fix-it Fic in the Hurt No Comfort AU. I don't know why I worded it like that in the slide." "That's my fault." "Nonono you're right there."

"They use it to terminate anomalies!!" "Not the ANTIKILL facility.........."

"It was all going dandy and functional until they did something stupid and hubris."

[Me calling the PH-GOS "the silly device"]

"Oh no! Who could've seen this coming!" cries the dumb fucks who should've realized this was an exercise in facility forty years ago."

[A second, new person appears to listen in]

"Say it with me now: YOU CAN'T KILL A LIZARD [several people do say it with me now]"

"Anti-idea???" "Yes, anti-idea."

"We're gonna PEMDAS the starfish!"

"Nice try guys, it didn't work but it wrote them a poem." "Awhhh,,"

"AND THEN THE UNIVERSE FUCKING ENDED!" "Oh it's over already?" "WOAAHHH"

"You may be wondering how the FUCK this is the first article in this series. Well you haven't seen NOTHIN' yet."

"I understand why this is making you insane." "Yeah no I get it."

"Is he [PHMD] a creative

"Director Johnathan King is fucking dead!" "Who??" "Don't worry about it he's not important." "He sounds like he is!" "The only thing you need to know is that he's dead."

"IS THAT JERMA?" "where?" "WHY IS JERMA THERE!" "THATS JERMA???" [me having to explain Jerma]

"Our budget took a hit! So we're gonna devote all resources to build this thing! For the budget!"

"Why are we doing this?" "Because we need to make a man un-die but no other necromancy is working."

"

"WHY IS HE A CAT??" "Don't worry about it." "These two don't have faceclaims to my knowledge so have Dir. Vehmoff looking at manga and catboy Dir. Asheworth (catboyism not relevant here, 120 directorism relevant here)." "He seems sad." "He is sad."

"SO ASHEWORTH ✨ EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATES ✨ HIM INTO VOTING IN X/MACHINA’S FAVOR USING HIS DEAD FRIEND AS LEVERAGE!" "whys theres a 50% opacity dog...." "don't worry about it!"

"If this man says it's safe, I don't know what else to tell you. DRAMATIC IRONY IS A LITERARY DEVICE IN WHICH--"

[Me going off script to briefly and VERY excitedly ramble about pataphysics]

[My one friend comparing generic vs protagonist vs archetypical to a/b/o and me threatening to end her life several times before moving on in the excited ramble and we all think its cool as fuck btw]

"I'm gonna read this [the 6747 imagion particles stuff] because I think it's cool and its my presentation."

"So? When's the other shoe gonna drop?" "Probably right now." "Yes!"

"So sometimes we taze it! Personnel are to be reminded that its totally dead and we totally aren’t lying to your face. The therapist we hired to taze the brain wants to be amnestizied of tazing the brain. We told her no. sorry Ngo." "Hah." "Ngo,,,,,,,,,"

"also his name is sparky...." "well thank god for that."

"It's becoming bad fanfiction." "They're all having sex." "No they're not, there's no sex in this." "We are reading very different bad fanfiction." "Yes we are!"

[My roommate googling 2747 bazongas]

"I wanna punt him [PHMD] like a football." "Good he deserves it."

"GET IN LOSER! We're killing gods!"

"What Dr. Blake is about to do has not been approved by the Vatican." [My friends loose their shit]

"That's right babey! It's the motherfucking starfish again!" "WHAT??" "Oh shit!!"

"PHMD’s plan is to create an Unbound Prometheus to help them find the God within the human mind. And not in the Frankenstein sense i mean he wants to unbind Prometheus and promote him as the God of Humanity. And everyone is just ok with this!?!?!?! [I am gesturing frantically and my voice is cracking like hell] Like they restructure the education system and everything to incorporate this and the Foundation starts to pray to Prometheus and all that???? its wild and so casually mentioned too, but here we go we’re doin this!!"

"oh my god he's the modern Prometheus." "HE'S THE MODERN PROMETHEUS!!!!"

"ignore the fact they've given people early onset dementia."

"the exhilaration of severing a finger from a squirming human hand (ie. transcendence). [Pause] WELL AIN'T THAT JUST PEACHY :D"

''that was the SHORT ONE?" "Short and sweet! Not simple and short." "Heeheheh, yeah."

"It's killing all AI!" "yaaaaaaaaaaaaayy!"

"SO NOW DISREGARD THAT LAST SLIDE! BECAUSE I LIED TO YOU!!" "why would you do that,,,?" "what????" "THERE'S NO VIRUS. IT'S ANOTHER GOD DAMN FOUNDATION MADE EIGENMACHINE. THE VIRUS IS A COVER UP." "why are you talking like a republican conspiracy theorist."

"That's really fucked up, thank you!" "ISN'T IT???"

"Please take note to behold the comedic amount of power that LOTUS needs."

"I love 28 nuclear reactors."

"So things go to shit pretty fast! Cause guess what? PHMD touched the damn machine."

"So yeah these guys have no right to be surprised when it starts interring all AI, even the most simplest of spellcheckers." "Not Grammarly!!!" "yup, LOTUS got it."

"isn't LOTUS itself an AI..?" [I turn my head slowly and grin at them in dead silence] "oh great thanks." "we'll get to that :) we'll get to that :)))"

"Have you tried turning it on and off again?"

"Problem solved, right? [next slide] SO EVERYTHING GETS IMMEDIATELY WORSE!!!!"

"Lunar Area-23 is gone." "THEY TOOK THE MOON??" "you know who else takes the moon? Gru." "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT."

[my friends horrified look as I describe Hishakaku's hostile takeover]

"He demoted him and erased his mind, because the Foundation can just do that, by the way." "Oh! :D Ok! :D"

"WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID IT GETS EVEN WORSE? Because I lied to you again!!! OCI does not stand for Obtuse Computation Interface. It stands for Organic Consciousness Interface. THAT'S RIGHT! HISHKAKAU WAS PUTTING BRAINS IN JARS!"

"Not Head of Disinformation that's craaazy," "Yeah they just have that." "I wanna be CEO of lying."

"Wow fuck this guy."

[My one friend making a rainbow dash jar joke like right before the slide that has the rainbow dash jar joke]

"LOTUS is flipping its shit."

"THINGS ARE FINALLY DONE GETTING WORSE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" "Woah!" "No :D!"

[group cackling at Hishakaku's takedown]

"Why'd they do that???" "because they're fucking fascists!!"

"Oh and by the way the remains of LOTUS have been salvaged for Project ADMONITION." "Ggrrrreeat!!"

"Admonition Episode 5, SCP-7243, Existential Abatement." "I like that its gay :}" "It IS gay!"

"What if the timeloop happened in June."

"He also shows Ngo -- the therapist who was tazing the brain earlier you remember her? -- the item he wanted to give Phillip. A magic box, that makes it seem like the object you’ve put in it vanishes. But there’s no magic at all, just a drawer, just a trick." "Oh boy" "Nnnnnno way." "Wow isn’t that a specific detail I sure hope that isn’t a framing device."

"Dougall asks Amelia what the hell he should do. She tells him three words--" "kill yourself." "No more wast-- no."

"Esoteric waste???" "sent it into space." "we can't do that :("

"You killed my husband." "Yeah that's an actual line in the article." "SDKFJSHDKHFD"

"Oh right yeah there's an SCP object in this article."

[my friends thinking DePLExA is really cool]

[Me pausing for two seconds each time 'waste' pops up]

"They are dumping empty containers into an empty pit. Because if they don’t it’ll cause a paradox. [Pause] You ready to cause another parado-- hold your conceptual horses actually because there's more to explain."

"Esoteric gift horses and their non-existent mouths."

"AND THEN IT ALL GOES TO SHIT! [to the tune of 'and then along came zeus']

"Wait September 8th again??" "It's fucking happening again."

"A magnitude 8.5 earthquake hits." "Ttttttthats not good."

[My friends mounting horror as I just read through the EE-7243 event entirely]

"So it was like putting a lid on a burning pan. But the burning pan is an acromatic abatement facility about to esoterically explode and the lid is a bomb that creates a forcefield"

"Oh hey! We found Amelia!" "Oh!!!" "She's not ok, but she's alive!" "That's a lot!!!" "yeah!!!"

[periodic sounds of me excitedly stimming while talking]

"We're living out of spite!" "that's soooooooooo real," "she's so me!" "I love how she hates her brother-in-law more than she loves her husband." "YEAH KDFJGHDFJKG"

"But they don't have one [O5-9]..." "oops." "Whoops!!"

"GUESS WHAT DOUGALL TURNS AROUND AND DOES? AFTER BEING TOLD NOT TO TAKE SHORTCUTS NOR MIRACLE CURES??? GUESS WHAT HE DOES?" "takes a shortcu--" "HE TAKES A MOTHERFUCKING SHORTCUT!"

[group confusion over Amelia and Dougall marrying eachother]

[Group freakout over Dougall being the entity that killed Phillip]

"What is waste? I guess you finally figured it out, Dougall." "OH MY GOD KDJFGHDKFJGD" "THAT'S HILARIOUS." "THIS IS AN ACTUAL LINE IN THE ARTICLE."

"wwwwait a second, a timeline being cut off from the coalition and the RCT? This is familiar..." "that fucking rubik's cube." "the cube!!"

"He fucked around just to get this timeline kicked out?" "He's throwing for content!!" "He should get twitter cancelled."

"Operation LAST STRAW success--" "Hehehehe"

"Because one of the people who writes this taunts me on tumblr and I go insane on the regular."

"She's from the paradox timeline as well," "how'd she get outtie :(((" "We don't know yet!"

this was 101 slides

"why did y'all let this guy cook??" "this freak cannot handle his trauma in a healthy way."

"He might be trying to become the LOGICIAN and kill his author. But also the LOGICIAN is the author so he may be trying to kill the LOGICIAN." "This is just like Betty from adventure time."

"This powerpoint has DLC content!"

and now my friends wanna read the actual Admo articles I am kicking my feet and giggling fr fr fr fr fr fr fr ehehehehehehehe. my brainworms.................... god im so happy rn you have no idea this is all so cool to me and im so happy my friends thought it was neat,,,,,

[sazzujazzu]

Hello, as the days count down and the Bad Batch finale draws closer, may I show to the fine folks of tumblr my first Star Wars OC in 20 years, created thanks to this show? 😃

Too bad, I'm showing them anyway 😊 somberly chilling while listening to their bestie talk.

Please excuse the poor background (I got lazy) and half-finished Tech (I got sad)

there's, uh, a big mess of words under the image because I wanted to put into words the importance this show has for me, and I am bad at doing so.

I want to get some thoughts off my chest, because I have no one in my day-to-day life who cares about the animated Star Wars shows, and especially the Bad Batch. (well, other than my mom, but I don't want to bore her with my rambling too much. she already banned star wars from me once, i won't let that happen again lol)

I can't stop thinking how much I don't want Bad Batch to end.

This show has been so dear to me. I can't remember the last time I've loved something this much.

Before the second season started, I had an artistic block that had lasted way too long. Anything I drew or wrote, mostly turned out a horrible mess after staring at a blank page for hours and hours, if I ever managed to create anything at all. For someone who tends to draw whenever their hands aren't otherwise busy (aka all the damn time), such a block weighed down on my mental health.

Well, then season two happened, and full-on gave me back my love for Star Wars, a love that had somewhat gone out over the last few years. Then, Plan 99 happened, and broke me because again my favorite character "died" (I'm in team Tech lives until I draw my last breath or until proven correct. That chocolate-eyed cutie-pie is alive nothing will convince me otherwise). Pretty much after finishing the episode and staring at a wall for another 30 minutes, I said "nope" and began writing.

I wrote for hours. I believe it's been well over a decade since I last wrote fanfiction, but here I was, creating a Star Wars oc, something I'd last done as a ten-year-old. And now, roughly a year later, I think I've written over a hundred pages of (very self-indulgent) fanfiction with the Batch, and with my oc that I've come to love.

And drawing, oh boy, have I been drawing!

(... Sure, I've mostly been drawing Tech, over and over again, to a point I once actually considered lying and saying "yeah that's my boyfriend haha!" to a man at my job last summer, when asked who it was that I was drawing for maybe fifth day in a row 😂 likely would've been a more acceptable excuse for someone my age. But, I mean... I just really love drawing him, not only because he is my favorite character of maybe all time, but because he is just so fun to draw! And most of all, at least I draw again!)

And it is all thanks to this wonderful show about a bunch of defective and effective copy-paste boys and their sister.

It's probably something many say, but I've always felt like a bit of an outsider. I've felt like I have no place; when I was a kid, my interests were very different from the other kids of [gender assigned at birth], and trying to play with them while inserting my own interests into the games, often didn't go so well. I was... kind of an odd child (although now, older and questionably wiser, knowing that I might actually be autistic, many things make more sense now. me kind of discovering this about myself is also partially thanks to Bad Batch)

Also, growing up trans/non-binary, while not even knowing what that is or having a word for it, didn't really do much to help with the feeling of "I'm different and an outsider because of it". Perhaps it was one more reason I fell in love with Clone Force 99, because I could see some of myself in them. Being different from the "regs".

I love this show, and these fictional people have become my family, and I am not ready to say goodbye to them.

Alright, weird pile of thoughts over. In case someone read all this, uh... thanks 😊

[schro4444]

Idk abt pained but that anon's right!! There's just something about the way you draw kaito's smiles that feels like running headfirst into a brick wall - it's great!!

On that note though - I'm absolutely obsessed with the bit "he’s got an expression of scrunched-nose focus on his face that looks, for some reason, incorrect—like it’s not how his face actually looks when he’s concentrating, but the emotion underneath is the same. A mask of a feeling to obscure the same feeling, entirely purposeless"

because like! YES! That's EXACTLY it!! Kaito LOOKS like he's super expressive, emoting with his whole face and body, and then you just - get punched in the face when you realise, OH, he feels like neither him nor anyone could ever get out of the shadow his dad casts, OH, he DOES remember the clock tower meeting, this whole ringmarole was to save it, OH, he was trying to get Aoko to act more natural, OH, he was playing the fool at billiards (I GENUINELY doubted for a moment whether he Actually sucked at billiards or just cheated for the poetic justice)

It's a bit sad, to be honest, that Kaito can never put his masks down no matter what face he's wearing - even if it is his own. He said he's a fan of Lupin but imho he'd do well to reread the first book - there is a line there about disguises and ceasing to know yourself Kaito would do well to remember, bc I very much he's taking the time to rest, eat and become himself again between disguise and disguise.

THANK YOU!!! genuinely that’s such a huge compliment ajfjdhd

THANK YOU! AGAIN!! AND YES YES OKAY—I was going to say I have an essay on this, but I think ditto IS my essay, lol

BUT IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT MORE ANYWAY!!! I won’t get into all of it now but Gosh I think so much about expressions. kaito appears to be an extremely expressive character, and it’s not that he Isn’t, but more that it’s Very intentional, like you’re saying—he’s a magician, he lives for misdirection, he’s always misdirecting and deflecting and reflecting.

moments like these Haunt Me!! he’s very clearly Being Kaito, enough that everyone around him believes him, but he’s also just… totally lying, in every single image. I really really want to capture the energy of these panels in writing and art, lol

LIKE. how good of an acting job did he do here that he managed to convince aoko that he didn’t want to see a magic show. lol.

THE POOL CHAPTER I think about that all the time. what an establishing moment for kaito. first of all because of what it reveals about how he is

(thank you toichi)

and second of all because I was also!!! bamboozled!!

the way he is portrayed when he starts winning in this chapter is Very interesting, because I feel like it comes across as kaito more,,, like,,, settling into the role. he’s not really actively trying to do anything, he’s following what he most naturally wants to do, which is somewhere between “be silly so that people don’t look too closely” and “I’d really like to see the people around me laugh and be happy.” once he starts being able to Perform, he succeeds. and yet we as the audience are still left doubting what really happened!!! kaito misdirects the audience just as much as any of the mk characters!

oooo I really need to read the arsene lupin books. but like YEAH! EXACTLY! kaito never really made space for himself to Not be acting. the closest he gets is with Jii, and maybe his mom. relevant to my OTHER ramble about how, in deciding to become kid, kaito ended up creating a character out of himself, a character that he Has To Be most of the time. and it’s WILD, because it’s a version of himself that’s fundamentally missing a lot of who he is, but nothing that anyone would actually know to miss.

[stacotto]

I shouldn't be surprised when the episode title is, "The End of Hope", but.....fuck. I can barely keep my thoughts together as I write this, but, here we go.

Watching Earth House deal with the fallout of Aerial being the new poster child for the evil Spacian overlords was damn sad, Aliyah pretty much nails how I feel about it, though Lilique going "not our problem" is both a mood and unexpected (not in a bad way ofc). It was really sweet seeing Petra be nice to Suletta, on top of commiserating over their love lives, really added some nice depth. Her dialogue was Death Flag city tho. For those that care, the post-episode radio program hinted that she might still be alive, though just judging by the rubble she was under she might not have working legs anymo- OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Clever.

Love to see Guel finally show off why he's always been an Ace in the making; my man faced off in his still school-spec'd Darilbalde vs a freshly upgraded Michaelis set to full power, and came out on top. Really appreciating his ability to use his drones, he's definitely the series' Quattro. Feeling bad for Lauda tho, dude just learned big bro just killed their father then gets the call at the end probably about what to Petra. Can already tell he's going to have a lot of internalized guilt over this happening because he skipped out on their date (for an admittedly important reason) unless she gets the chance to tell him otherwise.

RIP to the Earth House hangar and Chuchu's Demi, but I take solace in the fact that I called the Barding being her next custom suit the moment I saw the Gunpla images (obviously the Barding we saw in the episode was missing some details from the gunpla like the second head mounted on the backpack which is definitely going to be salvaged from Chuchu's old Demi but yeah, called it). Also now feeling the Felchu vibes, ya'll got me.

Speaking of new ships...why did I have to get so rabidly attached to 5nore only for her to get Anew'd literally one episode later, it's not fair. They were going to run away and see the things she drew then the rest would come later. It's not fair. 5 is either going to have a Guel arc or just go absolute villain mode, and I'm not ready. It's not fair.

Okay I'm going to ramble a bit because I have been absolutely normal about the fact that Suletta has been a rescue pilot for a significant portion of her life and that detail is only really known to those that read Cradle Planet but they absolutely showed that off right at the end because this girl is tearing her hands apart moving heavy concrete slabs because goddammit there are still people that could be saved and she did not memorize the canyon patterns of Mercury, learn to wield a beam saber with the precision of a scalpel and earn Eri's complete faith that if she said she could complete a mission in 4 minutes then it'd be done in 4 minutes for her to not put all that experience to good use. I hope her effort gets recognized. It probably won't, Gundams just attacked the school again and killed likely scores of students if not hundreds this time around, but she's gotta get some respect for this.

"What We Can Do Now" is a hopeful title, and probably another TitleDrop episode like "Not the Best Way", so here's hoping that it's either a breather episode gearing up for a descent to Earth or said descent episode proper. I mean, it's either that or Mio and Prospera coming back up to Plant Quetta to send Quiet Zero...into...oh no.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I DO THISSSS (well minus the evil clone stuff)!!!!! one time i got distracted by myself in the mirror and talked for about half an hour about stuff that didn’t make sense and then i stopped and realised. oh hold on. i’m supposed to be taking a shower right now. but at that point i had been talking so long i found it hard to stop lmao

for a second i thought you meant they were making motorcycle sounds with their mouths 😭😭

sad recorder noises 😔😔😔😔😔

(this donnie is written so sassily and dissapointed i love him here more than i do in the series (his voice kinda makes him more annoying to me… how does this guy voiced by one of the best vas in history have the worst voice in this show???? (although i guess that’s just my opinion (don was right rambling is great (adhd be damned this girl can go on very long and unnecessary tangents)))))

will always love how he just like. narrates his emotions or… sound effects???? idk what to call them. i think it’s thanks to him (and also lucy loud) that i say “sigh” instead of actually sighing (i also say shit like ‘smiling face emoticon’ or ‘sad face’ or ‘sobs’ out loud sometimes (wow i sure do love lore drops))

honestly yes that was a big oversight. i think there are like massive human hamster balls and i NEED to experience that please please please

HE’S LETTING THE CARDBOARD CUTOUTS BABYSIT THEM????????????????????????????????? AND IT ACTUALLY WORKS?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

leo honey. that is a cardboard cutout.

knowing this fic, this was definetly the right call

he’s figured out a way to get them to listen…

also THEMMMMMMMMMMM ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <3333333333333333

this fic has me by the neck i swear to god.

also since i have one more image left i can send and no more screenshots to comment on i’m going to give you she/they mikey because even though i’ve posted her pretty much everywhere i can i. can’t remember how i was going to finish that sentence

anyways uhhhhh goodbye :3

(damn i had a lot more to say here today huh…. the urge to drop a random bit of information about yourself 24/7)

Firstly, love the drawing. All Mikey content is cherished here 🧡

Glad you liked the chapter! And I’m relieved you like the way I’ve written 2012 Donnie - I have only watched about four episodes of the 2012 show, and so I base a lot of his character on the Speed Demon episode. I do not like what they do with his character and the whole love triangle thing, a Donatello deserves much better than what he got. But I’ve been told from other ao3 users and anons here that they actually like 2012 Donnie’s character in my fic a lot, so I hope I’m doing something right lol. Idk. If anyone who has actually watched the show has any pointers feel free to guide me about how I write those boys :)

(I haven’t actually posted about this one being out yet, so those who are a little lost I’ve done a new chapter of my tmnt chat fic, Too Many Turtles)

[charbles]

In your AU who is your all time favorite and why?

Anon, I've been thinking about this for hours, I'm NOT joking, This au has been around since 2018, its a very special thing to me, its gotten me personally through ALOT of shit, and its one of Me and Ricks (@galacticaldisaster) first au's/rewrites we've EVER done together, this au short is SO SO important to me which is why its SO HARD just to choose one character, you feel me? On top of that Rick and I try to implement literally EVERYONE into this au, we Cherry-pick from books, we include EVERYONE from AR, there are GENUINELY so many options!

My favorites bounce around alot due to whoever i'm focusing on developing and the likes but i think i've got a solid tie for #1! and ive got reasons for why its a tie :]!

Chris is my favorite out of all of the characters i've written purely because he makes me very sad, I think i did the best job writing him as a character, hes balanced in the sense that hes a heartbreaking character and yet i think he stays child-like in essence, hes got reason for what he does but he goes about it like a 6 year old would, a very scared 6 year old

Which brings me to my second favorite of all of the characters, Richie. Richie is this au's FNAF 3 Phone dude, I havent really talked about Richie too much, besides the mention from last night. But richie will ALWAYS be on top, mostly because he is the very first character i wrote for this au, WAAAYYY back when i was 15, the very first picture i EVER drew of this au was of Richie Scott, Age 17, Threatening to hit someone with a lightning mcqueen Croc. Richie and Phillip's (@galacticaldisaster s phone guy) whole concept came from a game of Garrys Mod where we were being little idiots and beating the shit out of eachother with fnaf character models! I also just think Richies silly :]

Legally i DO have to give you all my favorite of Ricks characters;

You all obviously know springtrap/william, absolute motherfucker, but RICK. RICK HAS THE AUDACITY, THE G A L L to both turn him into the saddest dad you've EVER met, and the scariest and i mean, SCARIEST William ive ever read. seriously, dudes believe me, Rick's writing for his devolve from a dad/ business man to murderous deranged killer is GENUINELY my favorite, I've seen alot of interps of william, and maybe im a bit biased, But Ricks is my favorite.

Now Phillip is in the same vein of Richie, hes the phone guy and was made during a game of Gmod via rambling, but Phils character and story is genuinely very very :[ i love him, he is my favorite white boy, Phillip my beloved little corporate slave turned Man Fuck This Place >:,[ i wont talk about his story too much, but its sad, and i fucking adore him and will kill for him

an honorable mention for ricks, who i will not be sharing pictures of is Jeremy Fitzgerald, because rick is the ONLY person i know who has implemented the fact jeremy carved his fucking face off and also once again? i love him. hes a FUCKER.

HONORABLE MENTIONS BELOW CUT!!

my FAVORITE fucker to draw is malhare.

look at this fucking idiot, i love him, and yet he is ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING. HE IS A MENACE. this guy and his bestie in au is ARE ABSOLUTE FREAKS. FUCK UP YOUR LIFE FLAVORED FREAKS!!

annnnndd currently my favorite character to write for is Vanny and the Tape girl (Delilah!) :]

i will not be giving context to this image :]

[crossover-enthusiast]

Alr ill tell ya a bit of it before I sleep lol

This is the ramble about her in TT

So knowing me and my anxious ass, Sunny probably would have heard about Bob a few months prior and obsessively thought about it. She probably would consider not letting her son trick or treat this year at all because she doesn't want him to get killed—but she'd probably feel guilty at the sight of seeing Skid sad and would decide to maybe think about it a little more. Anddddd thinking about it Sunny probably still wouldn't let him go but Skid still needs to leave for plot reasons. So maybe while Sunny is sleeping, Skid ends up fuckin bookin it out of the house or sneaking out—or Sunny reluctantly decides on the last day of October to let someone she trusts watch over Skid and Pump, but would start to panic the moment he left.

As for the first scene Lila has with Bob—Sunny would probably notice him outside and just go dead quiet while looking at him—she'd probably just kinda stand there for a few more seconds before immediately closing the blinds, making pretty damn sure that the door is locked. And then for the telephone scene, she'd probably call Jaune (who my partner has a kinsona of, and who also IS the Jaune in this scenario) in a panic while practically dragging the box to the floor and sitting as low to the ground as possible to be absolutely sure no one sees her. Unsure of why I'd call my partner for help rather than the police but my irrational thoughts tend to make me very panicked sometimes./lh

(Really quickly I imagine my partner, Aaron and Sunny would be in a poly relationship with Sunny not holding any romantic feelings for Aaron—but I'm unsure if it'd happen at this point yet since I kinda want our kinsonas to have the same lil best friends to lovers romance we had lol/lh)

Either way, when Bob somehow presumably breaks in either by breaking the lock or busting the window open, Sunny probably screams and scrambles the fuck out of there (I wouldnt even think about candy or dancing lmfaoo). She probably considers going to the attic to hide, but then realizes that she could possibly use a knife or something in the kitchen as she's running past—so she runs back briefly just to grab one and runs faster because Bob is even closer now.

(Stopping so ya can read)

OOOOOO!!

Okay but Skid sneaking out for Spooky Month is absolutely something he would do, especially on the spookiest day of the year

Also omg poly real- you guys just need an Aaron kinnie! /j

Also I just. Had the image of Bob about to follow Sunny, but then just. She runs in, sidesteps, takes the knife, and runs back out, and he's just. Left confused lmao

[joziokowalski]

how are your language studies going? do you plan or wanna pick up new ones?

oh i'm about to pick up serbian, because my uni program is based around polish but also requires us to learn a second slavic language, so i went for serbian ✌ don't really know much about the culture or what there is to read in this language, so suggestions are welcome. one piece of Sad news is though i have enjoyed poking around with mandarin, it looks like the upcoming semester is about to be quite stressful for me so i don't think i'll be doing much to learn more mandarin or even maintain what little i have picked up 💔good luck to me with managing all the other ways i hope to crawl out of my usual comfort zone this autumn

i will say, it's so odd to be asked about language learning? to know that there is at least one anonymous person who has this image of me, as of Somebody Who Is Learning Languages. there was a time when i also thought of myself this way but oh what a looong time ago that was. my teenage self had no notion of the limits of her abilities and thought becoming fluent in like 5+ foreign languages would be no problem at all so that's what she more or less expected to have done by my current age 🥴naturally that didn't happen and since then i've crashed a number of times in various ways. now i have a pretty modest view of my own abilities and no idea at all of what is average or normal or reasonable. is it a lot to be learning two languages at once? three? four? is it a lot to just be learning one? i think i've felt very good about my journey with polish to a great extent because my first language is also a slavic one so it has really been much less difficult for me to get more or less ok at than it would have been with any non-slavic language. plus i have been blessed with some very useful obsessions with a number of dead polish people, which i think is the single most beneficial thing that can happen to someone learning a language. now, when it comes to german, for instance, i have not been that interested in anything made in it for the most part, and consequently i've been wrestling with it for years and it's still hard for me to hold a conversation in it. i'm mostly rambling at this point, i guess what i'm trying to say is i have lots of unprocessed contradictory feelings about the whole topic and for now i think i'd like to aim to 1 be more Chill about not having become a super mega uber polyglot by now and 2 come up with something like a routine for maintaining and polishing what i have already learned so i can finally feel confident enough about it 🥴🥴i struggle so much with doing things Regularly + for prolonged periods of time, but what is language learning if not that

if you read all this thank you for lending an ear to my musings & thanks to you, anon, for giving me an excuse to think aloud a bit 🤝🤝🤝

[eri-pl]

Musing, rambling, essay, headcanons: masterlist

(I don’t subscribe to all, those are potential HCs) (yes, you can use those)

Of the Ainur

old Valar headcanon for personalities and looks part 2 (back in the time I didn’t even remember Nienna too well) part 3: Melkor (2022) (I had that book and now I lost it…. :( )

Varda and Ulmo comparison (2024)

Namo HC (the problem of free will - related) (2024)

Namo’s feelings HC (mostly outsourced to siblings) (2024)

Aule and Yavanna and they work on their relationship by making stuff (2024)

What were the Blue Wizards for? (less fangirling edition. Spoiler: Sauron.)

Loose images of “Valinor is getting old and fading”, had a second part but it’s not publicly posted (because of too intense incomprehensible fangirling)

On the origins of Olorin and some other Maiar (it involves Melkor)

Olorin as Feanor’s fan (includes previous HC)

re: asks on Namo

re: what's my thing with Melkor exactly? (complicated, tldr: he's cool but wrong and it's sad, also he's got issues) | more thoughts

maybe they just asked to go govern Arda?

Re: asks Voices: Melkor; the rest of the Valar (focused on the Great Music)

Give the other Feanturi some psychopomping too

Melian didn't abandon Doriath (partially canon, partially hc)

[canon-ish] it was Sauron who "lost" Maedhros as a prisoner (Morgoth was busy with Men)

[TW very dark post incl sexual themes] Morgoth's loss of shapeshifting

Numerology of the Rings

Sauron's loss of "fair form" — was it a punishment or just a rersult?

Athrabeth, fangirling over the Gift of Men etc.

Whet is the Gift actually

Trying to explain what Men are for

East vs West (reclaiming the symbolics)

humans are to Legendarium as quantum mechanics is to physics.

Can "Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth" be canon? (no, unless we blame Pengolodh, as we often do)

"the darkness in his eyes" (it's probably half in this category but anyway)

Weird musings on the term "Everlasting Darkness"

Chromaticism!!! (Or: the dissonance wasn't the problem) p1

Of Feanor (&sons)

About how he came to be (involves Sauron)  (old)

Another origin of Feanor (involves: the Valar don’t have a manual for Eruhini) (old)

Why does Melkor hate him more than any other Eruhini (2024)

Doom of the Noldor doesn’t work (this inspired Serindo the Intern)

Feanorians, Polish history and self-destruction (loose rambling)

“Thou” AKA Feanor being rude to everyone

How Maedhros pronounces his name

Let’s (for some reason) map the sons of Feanor to the Valar

Discussion about M&M stealing vs legally reclaiming the Silmarils, and related topics

re: Asks about Maglor and Maedhros

A bit more feels for Fëanáro

How he understood the “not the first one” remark.

The third Silmaril wouldn’t (maaaybe) burn them.

[crack lawyering] The Oath is cancelled

No, the weird wording of the Oath makes sense

So does the ship-burning (still wrong, but logical)

What did he mean by "Everlasting Darkness" (being a jerk edition)

But what about the Silmaril's rights?

How were the Silmarils made (the actual "technological" process)

About M&Ms discussion at the end (+ discussion on Melkor, his lies and various things in the reblogs) (re: to this earlier post)

A portrait from the days of bliss

Who gave them the idea of "all will be condemned to the Darkness if one breaks" (and yes, I think they did assume this)

Maglor + a Dwarf = Hobbits

The Feanorian heresy

Of language

Alliterative verse (the Oath, both versions, with marked alliterations). (Quenya, both in normal letters and Tengwar); early Feanor's speech alliterative; early Earendil poem alliterative;

“Anna” is a cool word

Quenya post-Third Age HC

Tengwar, it’s structure and names of the letters

Silme, sule, orthography and stuff

Boromir would be a perfectly legit Medieval Polish name

With edennill, trying to name the Silmarils (inspired by Silmarillion-ways-to-die)

Of Numenor

LotR movies should have less Isildur and more Ar-Pharazon

Making myself sad about Amandil and Pharazôn an all that 1 2

one good thing about Pharazôn's awful grandfather AKA Tar-Palantir's awful father

about Pharazôn's mother

Of other things - link

[inferno-silentdragon]

Another omori pixel doodle while I procrastinate

[elzdaizy]

Trouble After Paradise (Part 2)

Warnings: slightly sexual content, explicit language, again angst

Summary: if you haven't already, read part 1 here !

A/N: For context, below is the visual image you will need to keep in mind for this part. Trust me. It will help.

This part is also a lot shorter. The good stuff to come is in Part 3. I should have the last part up by Saturday. It’s super hard trying to write and upload during the week because I work 8 hour days!

You had spent the first ten minutes that morning after Harry left for his run, doing some laundry. It helped to keep you occupied instead of going insane as you nervously anticipate his return. You aren't sure exactly how long he's planning on keeping up the silent treatment act for but you honestly don't think you can take it a second longer.

You then made about ten pancakes, shaped in hearts, all dished onto a cute pink heart plate you purchased about a year ago when you and Harry were making purchases for your new house. It was one of those plates that only get used for special occasions and to be honest, you were using whatever you could at this point to say sorry.

You then squeezed some fresh orange juice into a glass jug and set the table for the two of you. Some coffee also prepared to be made for his return. You cut up a few strawberries and threw them into a bowl with blueberries. Making sure the few final bits and pieces were also at arms length, you placed some whipped cream and maple syrup in the centre of the table, between yours and your husbands plates.

Looking at the scene you created, you were chuffed. You don't expect a breakfast made for his return will solve all of your problems, but, perhaps it might encourage him to finally speak to you about it.

After almost an hour, Harry finally returned from his run. You knew this because you could hear the door close as you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen. Your heart sunk to your stomach.

You stand there in the middle of your house, looking awkward and not really knowing what to do with yourself, or where to look as he walks towards the kitchen. He takes off his sun glasses then takes out his AirPods, not paying too much attention to his surroundings at first as he's focusing on steadying his breathing after running for so long.

"I made us breakfast. The same way I did it on Valentines Day, you remember?" You nervously ramble to catch his attention. Pointing over to the small dining table and although Harry is wearing that harsh frown on his face as he looks and listens to you, you notice the way he seems less tense that earlier.

"Is all of that supposed to fix what you did last night?" He bluntly asks, almost straight away.

"Obviously not, Harry." You sigh and you want to roll your eyes at his attitude so badly but you restrain yourself. You walk closer to him and thankfully he doesn't back away. You can see the sweat covering the entirety of his skin. It glistens in every angle of light in your sight. His muscles larger due to excessive use of them recently.

You've barely even realised how much his facial hair has actually grown since you saw him last week. You never cared much for it in the past but this grown out moustache is quite the distracting feature for the current moment.

You're stood in front of him now, only a step away from a hug but you dare not even try to touch him. He's staring you down. You can tell from the look in his eyes that he's genuinely disappointed and it crushes your soul to know you caused that sad look.

"I thought we could talk it through over a nice breakfast." You almost whisper. "Can we sit down, please?" You then add, eyes directed towards the table.

Without verbally replying to you, Harry just walks past you and heads upstairs towards your room.

You've had enough now. You're done waiting and you're done sucking up to him. He won't even listen to you and he's wasting the time you two have by dragging this on.

You wait a few moments, covering up the food so it doesn't get cold because you know it will get eaten at some point today.

"Right! That's it! Harry Styles, I've given you your space and I've let you go mute on me, but I am not tolerating this anymore. I need you to listen to me!" You begin ranting loudly as you storm your way up the stairs.

You enter your room to find Harry still sweaty but undressing himself as he's obviously about to get into the shower. He only managed to get his hat, shoes, and shirt off before you barged in.

He's stood in the ensuite with that angry pout on again, looking as angry as ever with you. He almost opens his mouth to retaliate but you cut him off before you give him the chance.

"No listen, Harry. I fucked up massively! I know that and I have no excuse for being an idiot to forget to pick you up and to forget about our dinner.” At this point Harry is arching a brow in amusement at your boldness. He’s still visibly livid but he’s listening.

“I was so caught up in wanting to spend more time with you this week. The only way I could make that happen was to race through three days worth of work yesterday just so I could have Monday and Tuesday with you because I miss you so fucking much." You say all in one breath. You're too heated to cry at the moment but you know as soon as this explanation is over you will probably tipple over the edge.

"I should've called you and should’ve stayed in touch to keep you in the loop but my mind has been on high-stress over-drive since we got back from our honey-moon. Work has not given me a second to breathe and unfortunately I’ve let it affect us which makes me so angry with myself but you have to know I would never do this on purpose. Please." And that was it, you said all that you needed too. It was a weight lifted and you literally had to gasp for air at one point but you did it.

"I'm so fucking angry with you." Harry deadpans but his actions next completely throw you off. “I’m angry but I can’t stand not being around you anymore. Fuck this.”

He storms toward you and grabs your face between his hands with a mild force as he brings his lips down harshly onto yours in a rushed, salty kiss. It's sloppy and full of anger but you melt into him with a small whine escaping from the back of your throat as your hands snake up his broad, sweaty shoulders and yank him closer in the kiss but tugging your fingers through the ends of his damp hair.

“Will you forgive me though? We only have until Wednesday morning to be together properly and I don’t want us to be like this the whole time. I’m really sorry. Please, Harry, my perfect husband, let me make it up to you?” You coax him and use that flirty tone in your voice that you knows has him in the palm of your hand.

Your soft hands are running up and down his large biceps and shoulders. Your eyes all doe like as you pout at him. He’s finding it so hard to resist. He holds you in his arms, still. He’s thinking of what to do next.

“I know a few ways how you could make it up to me.” He smirks ever so slightly. His eyes darting to your lips as you lick them knowingly.

His eyes darken and the energy has shifted in those few moments. He’s obviously forgiven you but he’ll never say it. Instead he wants to make up the way you both like to best. Sex.

“And what do you have in mind, moustache man?” You tease. Harry raises his brows in surprise before he leans forward and starts leaving small bites into the crook of your neck. You wince at the mixed sensation of pain, pleasure and the tickling from his moustache as he attacks your neck.

“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” He retaliates. Yanking you towards him harshly so he can pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

[multi-writer]

The Broken Hearts Club – Lovers Ending Eddie Munson x reader

The Broken Hearts Club

Friends Ending

A/N: Friends Ending was quicker to finish tbh. As promised, here is the second and alternate ending (Personally this is the real ending but I wanted to do the other one lol).

I think the tags are failing me, could you help me to tell if everything is ok please?

Summary: this time, you decided to look.

Warnings: curses, angst, fluff, sour. To understand this you should read “The Broken Hearts Club” and has a bit of the Friends Ending

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Eddie had never driven so fast as he had that morning that he was surprised that no officer had stopped him to give him a ticket, but that was the last thing on his mind. Desperation coursed through his veins as he reached Robin's house and got out of his car with speed, with clumsy hands he managed to open his car door and ran to the door to ring the doorbell desperately.  Receiving no answer he opted to bang on the door until someone opened it.

Minutes later a disheveled Robin opened the door with a frown on her face as she looked at the boy in confusion.

"Dumbass it's 9:13 after graduation night. You better have a good excuse" Robin said as she hid her yawn behind her hand and closed one of her eyes thanks to the daylight.

"I went to her house and couldn't find her, half her room was empty and I don't know who else to turn to" Eddie started to ramble causing Robin to now close both eyes from the shock of words that had hit her. She only held up her hands for the boy to stop. As she looked at him she could notice his rapid breathing and his eyes moving from side to side trying to figure out what was going on.

"What are you talking about?" Robin asked slowly causing Eddie to close his eyes for a moment.

"Robin..." That was the first time Eddie had said her name in years of knowing each other. "Where is (y/n)?" He asked slowly causing Robin to slowly open her eyes as she understood what was going on.

"Shit..." Murmured the girl.

-.-

Eddie returned to his trailer feeling lost, disoriented, not knowing what to think. The boy stayed inside his van for a few minutes to think about everything that had happened in the last few weeks. Robin had told him everything.

'Why didn´t she tell me about Columbia?' was all Eddie could think.

Slowly he got out of his car and with heavy steps walked into his trailer where Wayne was already preparing breakfast, who when he heard the door open slowly turned around while his eyes were still on the stove. When he finally looked at the entrance he found the image of his nephew trying to hold back his tears, Eddie's hands remained at his side as they opened and closed trying to disappear the tension he was feeling at that moment, his body was slightly curled up as if trying to protect his already wounded heart.

Wayne could have sworn that Eddie was back to being an 8 year old boy as he came back in tears because he had fallen. With nothing more to say Wayne set the spatula down on the small bar and opened his arms as Eddie slowly walked over to take refuge in his uncle's arms and try to forget the pain he was going through.

They both stayed like that for a few minutes, surrounded by the summer heat and the smell of burning food. But Wayne didn't care, he only thought about keeping his nephew safe from the cruel reality around him as he had done years ago when Eddie came into his life.

The boy, in tears, was the first to break away so he could wipe his face with both hands, in his chest he could still feel the pressure which did not let him breathe properly.

His best friend was gone.

Now Eddie felt empty, with no motivation to do anything. Remembering again what Robin had said, sadness began to turn to anger. For so many years they had been best friends, why the fuck didn't you tell him you were moving out of Hawkins?! So many ideas began to fill Eddie's mind that the boy had to sit down to keep from falling to the ground at that moment. Wayne, noticing his nephew, turned off the stove which was keeping breakfast burning, and sat down with his nephew to rest his hand on the boy's knee and stare at him.

"Eddie, what's wrong?" asked Wayne even though he already had suspicions as to why his nephew was like this, Eddie ran his hand over his face and then placed it on the table.

"(Y/n) went to Columbia, I...I didn't know anything. Today I tried to look for her and tell her that I love her, now I understand why nobody opened the door of her house, now everything makes sense, but what I don't understand is why she didn't tell me anything? All those years of friendship didn't matter to her?!" Eddie was rambling so fast Wayne only caught a few words.

"She already left?" Wayne asked with some sadness that the girl had not said goodbye to him. Eddie turned so quickly that for a moment he thought he had hurt himself.

"You knew (y/n) was going to Columbia?" the young man asked without hesitation, finally a lot of things were coming out and he couldn't wait any longer. Eddie watched as his uncle let out a sigh and nodded slowly. Another stab crossed Eddie's heart as he learned that Wayne also knew about his best friend's plans. Eddie stood up quickly causing his vision to paint black for a few seconds, slowly regaining the image in front of him. "Why didn't you tell me?!" Wayne put both hands on his knees to slowly get up, age was already taking its toll on him.

"She wanted to be the one to tell you" Wayne moved closer to his nephew as he moved away so his uncle wouldn't touch him. None of this made any sense, if you wanted to tell her the news, why didn't you. Eddie looked toward the trailer door for a few seconds.

"I got news for you, she never told me" Eddie replied with anger radiating from him, Wayne shook his head as he tried to approach Eddie again.

"Of course not, you were just with that girl, with the cheerleader. Even when she came to tell me you weren't" Wayne said defending you and showing his nephew what was really going on. Eddie shook his head.

"No, Chrissy and I weren't always together, at lunch she...she always..." Eddie couldn't complete his sentence as he remembered that Chrissy and he did spend all their time together, he couldn't think of a time when just you and he were alone in the last few weeks. Eddie ran his hand over his forehead as he understood the reasons why you hadn't told him. The boy passed saliva feeling his throat close with difficulty thanks to the knot that was still in it.

"Eddie..." Wayne tried to regain his nephew's attention but he only slowly turned to get up from the chair and walked towards his room, Eddie held up his hand in a sign that he had heard him.

"I just...I want to be alone" Eddie muttered as he walked into his room and closed the door, preventing any trace of light from coming in with him.

-.-

At the beginning of October, the cold wind was beginning to make itself felt in the crazy city of New York, making everyone take out their jackets to show them off among the yellowish and brownish tones of the leaves falling from the trees. By this time you had already been in college for several weeks and with your friends you went to coffee every Friday in an attempt to get to know each other better.

The coffee shop where you were going was nice - homely in your opinion - in the center was a couch that was almost always occupied by another group of friends so you always chose the area next to the window. You had never wanted a hot drink as much as you did at that moment, several books were on the tables in front of you while the music of the place was accompanied by the laughter of your new friends.

Marnie, your roommate, stood in front of you with a cup of tea in her hands to keep them warm. Carol, Marnie's girlfriend, stood next to her listening to John's story as she bit into the muffin she had ordered. John stood next to you as he talked about his childhood in Chicago and his experiences about trying to scare his neighborhood with his friends, his legs crossed and his hands on them as he moved his hands to dramatize his story.

At one point John reminded you a lot of Eddie when he told his stories, always looking to make them more interesting with different tones of voice to give personality to everyone in his stories. But John wasn't Eddie and could never be, your best friend still held your heart and you knew it was going to be hard to let him go.

"Are you listening (y/n)? The best part is coming up" John interrupted your thoughts so you turned to look at him as he stood up to probably act out some scene or memory from his childhood. You nodded to take your coffee with one hand while with the other you signaled him to continue with his story. Your friend smiled and continued to tell his story with excitement making you laugh.

You took a small sip of your coffee which warmed your throat quickly, the yellowish lights of the place managed to relax you, taking away your worries momentarily and the wind was noticeable through the window. As you took another sip you felt something strange in your chest, as if you had to do something.

You turned to see Marnie and she was laughing at something John had said and was still standing, Carol had stood up for a moment, so they couldn't be your friends. You looked around, the cafe was not as crowded as you expected on a cold autumn afternoon but other than that everything was normal. Finally you took a fleeting glance through the window to make sure everything was in order but a dark colored figure caught your eye.

Eddie Munson was standing a few feet away from you.

You looked at him in surprise for a few seconds to make sure it wasn't a creation of your mind that you missed him so much, you blinked a couple of times but Eddie was still there, hands in his pants pockets and hair tousled by the wind. His van was behind him as if it was the only witness of his presence in New York.

You slowly put down your coffee cup as you continued to watch him, your breathing was getting faster by the second and your hands were shaking. You stood up as fast as you could when you saw that Eddie had turned around, your friends looked at you quizzically as you awkwardly got out of your chair and gently pushed John to let you pass. As you left the cafeteria you could feel the cold wind hitting your face making you close your eyes for a moment, when you opened them you noticed that Eddie was getting closer and closer to his car, so you accelerated your steps to catch up with him. You couldn't lose him.

Not again.

"Eddie" you muttered loud enough for him to hear. Slowly Eddie looked up at you, his eyes swept over your face until he ended up looking into your eyes, you could notice the redness in the boy's cheeks and nose thanks to the cold. His shoulders were moving subtly up and down proving to you that he was not dressed warmly for the cold he was facing, wearing only his leather jacket and denim vest.

Behind you you could hear quick footsteps approaching you but you couldn't take your eyes off the boy.

"Eddie, what are you doing here?" out of your mouth came the only thing going through your mind, you approached Eddie while raising a hand but he took a step backwards away from you.

"I...I was just leaving" Eddie said through his teeth. "I didn't mean to upset you" you denied at your best friend's response. A hand landed on your shoulder causing Eddie to look down as if he was in pain. Turning you saw John behind you, with a frown you moved your shoulder to remove the boy's hand.

"Eddie, please" Your best friend started to walk to his car making you follow him to his car, but you were stopped again by John who put his hand now on your arm making you turn to look at him.

"John let me go!" you exclaimed angry at everything that was going on, you were confused and didn't know what to do. Marnie, recognizing Eddie from everything you had told her, walked over to John to pull him by his jacket so he wouldn't interfere with you anymore. Eddie started his car and looked at you one last time.

"Glad to see you're okay (y/n)" He commented with crystal clear eyes through the window and then started the car, driving away from you once more.

-.-

The middle of December was when the terrible cold of Indiana was most noticeable, the colored lights adorned the houses of the town of Hawkins getting ready for Christmas. The streets were covered with a small layer of snow making the place look like a Christmas movie.

Since returning from New York, Eddie didn't talk as much as he used to, his mind was filled with images of you smiling in the cafeteria with that boy, images of your face flushed from the cold when you went out to see him. Even his mind was so cruel to him that it created images of you with the boy behind you. Maybe at this moment you were meeting him somewhere nice in New York while Eddie was thinking about you inside his trailer. The boy couldn't stop thinking about your sparkling eyes as he tried to figure out why he was there.

Eddie also wondered why he had gone.

Robin and the guys from the Hellfire club would visit him from time to time to see how he was doing, to placate and keep Eddie's big imagination off of you. Sometimes Eddie would just nod while smiling at whatever the guys were talking about or just lift his shoulders when Robin asked him something. Even Wayne couldn't get more than 10 words out of Eddie, worrying the man gravely.

The days passed slowly, sometimes Eddie would write in his notebook where he planned new campaigns, but always ended up writing about you, other times he would try to write new songs for Corrored Coffin but still ended up writing about you as he remembered the times they spent together before everything went to shit, even on the nights he smoked he would imagine you next to him, talking about life and laughing out loud and then sleeping together as it should have been from the beginning. His mind, heart and soul longed to be with you.

Today Eddie found himself with a cigarette between his lips while his guitar sat between his legs, repeating over and over again the same melody until he could find the best way to connect it with the lyrics that were written down in front of him. His imagination was so busy that he didn't hear the first knocking on the trailer door, it wasn't until minutes later as the knocking became more and more desperate that he put down his guitar with a groan and stood up making several of his bones thunder from the time he had been sitting.

He left the cigarette in the ashtray next to his bed and slowly walked to the door, his bare feet met the cold floor of the hallway but the feeling was ignored by the knocking that could still be heard at the door.

Eddie, thinking it was the boys looking for news of him, opened the door harshly surprising the person standing in front of it. Before facing reality Eddie ran a hand over his eyes to remove the tiredness from them, when he saw who it was he froze in front of the door.

You were looking at him with your eyes wide with surprise and one hand raised to continue knocking on the door.

You both looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds until a gust of air hit making you cross your arms to shelter a little warmth.

"For a moment there I had forgotten how cold Hawkins was" you smiled for a moment but your best friend was still staring at you as if you were another creation of his imagination wiping away your smile. "May I... may I come in?" your comment elicited a reaction from the boy, who only moved to let you in.

The trailer was just as you remembered it, there were a few more cups on the kitchen table making you smile again. Wayne's love of mugs was something that always brought happiness to you. The smell of cigarette smoke flooded the place bringing back memories with it.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie's hoarse voice startled you making you turn quickly to see him, the boy's gaze shifted from the floor to your eyes and then stayed on the floor.

"I wanted to talk to you, after all we couldn't do that in Columbia" you commented as you crossed your arms as if trying to protect yourself from the inevitable small talk.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about" Eddie commented in a curt manner making you frown.

"Why did you go to Columbia Eddie" Your best friend walked towards his room making you follow him, the boy picked up his guitar to put it back in its place. The room looked messier compared to the last time you saw him. "Eddie, why did you go to the University?" The boy just shrugged his shoulders as if he was a kid.

"I don't know...I just wanted to see if you were okay. If you were happy" He commented quietly as he played with the rings on his fingers and bit his bottom lip slightly in an attempt to not confess anything else. "I wanted to see you."

You just leaned against the wall of his room thinking about what he had said, the tension in the room made you sad, it was as if there was a barrier between the two of you. One that you both had built without thinking about it.

"Why didn't you tell me about Columbia?" Eddie asked as he looked you in the eye. Just like him you only lifted your shoulders then sighed.

"I tried, but I couldn't find the time" You said as you looked at the floor in an attempt to escape his gaze. After minutes of silence you could hear Eddie take a big breath of air.

"I'm in love with you" he blurted out suddenly causing you to look at him in surprise, Eddie was looking everywhere but at you. "I have been for years" his confession left you speechless as a thousand thoughts crossed your mind.

"But...what about Chrissy?" your question made the boy smile.

"She found out about a week after you left. Instead of getting mad she said she should have told you and that I should look you up" Eddie went on without seeing you so he didn't notice the smile that graced your face.

"She was always a good person" You muttered causing Eddie to nod. "Why didn't you tell me sooner" Your best friend took some time to think and then let out a sigh.

"I was afraid, I didn't know if you felt the same way and I didn't want to lose you, besides you deserved someone better than me" He commented as he rested his gaze on his feet and his shoulders were slightly hunched as if he were a child who had been caught in a prank.

You took small steps to get in front of him but Eddie was determined not to see you. Slowly your hand rose to caress Eddie's cheek making him finally turn to look at you, his eyes passed over your face until they stopped on your lips.

"I will always want you Eddie Munson" And when you least thought it your lips were on Eddie's, the boy quickly responded by returning the kiss. Your other hand ran down his neck as Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist making you feel weak in your legs. Your back curved slightly as Eddie's body wrapped around you. The two of you fit together perfectly like two pieces that could finally meet.

Eddie went from kissing you on the lips to leaving small kisses down your cheek to moving down your neck making you move your neck slightly to give him more room, your hands ran through Eddie's tousled hair in an attempt to pull him closer to you.

"I missed you so much" Eddie murmured from the small curve of your neck.

"I missed you more" you replied between sighs as you felt Eddie's small kisses, the boy let out a silent smile.

"Impossible" Eddie replied and then continued kissing softly. From your lips came small sighs which were well received by Eddie's ear making the boy continue kissing your neck and then go up to your face and kiss your lips again in a more desperate way.

Eddie kissed you like a thirsty man who had finally found his oasis, his arms caressing your waist and back as if he was trying to enjoy every moment and not miss a thing. Years of waiting had finally paid off.

They were both lost with each other until a scream separated them only to turn to the entrance and see the door was closing.

"Oh my god my eyes!" Robin's voice could be heard outside Eddie's trailer making you both turn to look at each other in surprise at what was happening and then laugh loudly, still in each other's arms.

"I told you to knock first!" Steve's voice could be heard a little further away but it was easy to make out. "Don't tell me you found them having..."

"No! But almost!" continued Robin as she continued to complain. "Mr. Munson don't go in there!"

"Old man was early" Eddie lifted his hand from your waist to look at his watch as you gave him a light smack on the chest for the name causing Eddie to let out a small laugh. You both walked towards the door to leave, Wayne looked quizzically at Robin as she continued to rub her eyes and Steve sighed at his friend's actions.

Wayne, upon seeing you, smiled as his eyes lit up, you broke away from Eddie to hug his uncle. The man held you in his arms tightly as he rocked you slightly from side to side.

"You're finally came to visit us" Wayne murmured as he looked happily at his nephew who had a small smile on his face, a sight Wayne hadn't seen in months. "Are you going to spend Christmas with us?" He asked as he pulled away from you to look at you.

"Sure! I wouldn't miss it for anything!" You commented making the man smile even wider. When he let you go Robin and Steve came over to hug you while Wayne went to his nephew.

"Is that a smile on your face?" Wayne asked causing Eddie's cheeks to turn slightly red.

"What can I say, I finally feel complete" smiled Eddie as he watched you talk to Robin.

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Extra:

"Ready?" Eddie asked you as he held an envelope in his hands, you looked at him nervously with your package in hands.

"Ready" you replied. You took a sigh and put your package inside the mailbox, inside was your first piece of writing ready to be sent to a publisher. Eddie left a small kiss on your envelope which contained a cassette of Corrored Coffin songs and let it go with your book inside the mailbox to a producer who had spoken to Eddie a few weeks ago.

Seeing that both packages were secured to be sent Eddie gave you a kiss on the forehead to get your attention.

"We're leaving?" your boyfriend commented as you nodded and then both of you walked to the apartment you shared.

"Are you going to play something for me?" you asked causing the boy to let out a laugh.

"For you? As many songs as you want" Eddie replied as he brought your hand to his lips and left a small kiss on your knuckles.

Your lives were just beginning and you couldn't wait to find out what life had in store for the two of you, together.

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[imaeraser]

Hello!

I really love your headcannons about Strawhats with Teen reader, that's why...

If you don't mind - Can I ask for Platonic Strawhats with Female! Teen reader that tend to be the quietest in the crew because of her shyness?

I also had and the next idea after this one- but I don't want to overwhelm you with it. Take care of yourself!

Have a nice day!

Sorry for the wait, here you go!

Luffy

He was intrigued by you

That’s why he forced you onto his ship. And then he realized that instead of having a convoluted backstory, you were shy

And quite honestly it was refreshing

Even though he likes being around Chopper and Usopp and be loud as heck, he likes spending time with you

You balance him out

And even though you’re not an adult, he’ll go to you for advice. This makes the rest of the crew confused (and low-key mad) because he doesn't want their advice

But most of the time he doesn’t take your advice anyways

I think that you two are close, seeing as he is endlessly extroverted and will break through your walls no matter how hard you try

Most of the time he leaves you to your own devices, but he will drag you to large parties and make you feel as welcome as possible

He does the same on the ship, but that was never a problem anyways because everyone likes you

Feels the need to protect you, not only because you’re a member of the crew, but also because you’re the youngest

10/10 I can see him giving you some of his food (only some)

Zoro

Ultimate big brother vibes

Likes to go to you for a quiet space because the ship can be loud

So he spends a lot of time with you… sleeping

He also half-asks questions to fill up the space and gets to know you pretty well

He also feels a need to protect you since he sees you as kinda weak (but almost everyone is weaker compared to him)

He will also feel the need to shield you from the craziness of the ship

Like sir, it’s nice that you care, but they can take care of themselves too you know?

Doesn't incorporate you into the crew since… he’s mostly sleeping. But he would try, and he would fail because they already like you

Cue him being shocked that he wasn’t your only friend on board, but to be fair he is sleeping most of the time and not watching you

He likes the calmness you bring to the ship, good for his meditation sessions (but I don't think you want to just sit there why he meditates)

I can see you having fun with him and Chopper, maybe play a board game

8/10 calm down sir, they can take care of themselves

Nami

She’s like the cool and fun older sister

She likes to dress you up in her old clothes, and then gush about how cute you look (no, not her super tiny bikinis)

She takes it onto herself to guide you through… whatever I guess

Also feels the need to protect you from dudes

I think that she gives good advice, but when combined with Robin the two of them give life-altering wisdom

You can go to her for anything from how to sew to how to manipulate people

Always gives you juice when the crew starts drinking

If the ship starts to get too rowdy she will shout at everyone to keep it down, and then turn to smile at you as if her actions were for you

She will share her tangerines with you

I think that she wants to protect you, but is frustrated at the fact that she can’t be as strong as the Monster trio (but everything works out in the end)

If you borrow money from her, she will reduce the interest (only by a little)

9/10 only downside is the interest (if you ever borrow money)

Usopp

He was high-key suspicious of you

To be fair he is suspicious of anyone and everything, and seeing as you were quiet he was on the edge

But after you saved his life, he gets all buddy-buddy (really Usopp? You got saved by a teenager)

I think the two of you would get to know each other when he’s working on a new invention, and you guys are having idle chatter

Now he tried to act like a cool older brother. Always ready to swoop in and talk about his “accomplishments”

He will do just about anything to make you laugh

I can see some crazy (but fun) times with him, Chopper, and Luffy

He would give bad advice, but occasionally he does have some piece of wisdom

He would try to protect you, but… yeah

He ends up feeling bad, and incompetent. But tell him that he was amazing or something and he’ll be fine

I think he would get frustrated when you beat him at a game of cards

10/10 he is just so fun to be around

Sanji

Also acts like an older brother

He tries to protect you from guys, saying that they’re all dogs (but then you point out that he’s a guy)

This also means he tries to limit your time around Zoro, saying that he’s a bad influence

Then the two start to fight and right as they pull you into it, Nami hits both of them and carries you off to eat or something

Gives you more food because you’re still growing

He is a surprisingly good listener and when he chimes in his advice are always good

And like all of the crew, he will try to protect you from danger (ma’am you are still a teen, why are you on this ship? Oh wait, Luffy…)

I said he acts like your older brother, but he also acts like a proud dad sometimes

Like sir, why are you crying? All they did was perform twinkle twinkle little star on the piano (Brook taught you)

He also tries to restrain his pervert tendencies around you, but when they inevitably happen he can’t look you in the eyes for several days (he also smokes more. It gets to a point where you have to confront him)

He also teaches you how to cook

8/10 he can get a little extra sometimes

Chopper

If things get too crazy on the ship, he likes to go to you

I feel like he would try to act like a big brother, but you would just pet him (sorry Chopper)

I can see Chopper trying to get you to socialize more with the crew. Just drags you out with his tiny Reindeer paws

I can see you confiding in him a lot because it’s kinda like venting to a stuffed animal (again, sorry Chopper)

He gives (almost) child-like advice, but it’s so simple and it always works

I think you would beat both him and Usopp at games, and then they would proceed to chase you around

He would try to protect you, but he also knows that you need to push yourself to get stronger, so he lets you fight some of your fights

When you end up hurt, he always makes sure to be extra vigilant with your care

I believe that you would also try to protect him, but his pride would end up hurt

I think you two would spend a lot of time in his office for a quiet place to read (and for him to do work)

He makes you help him organize stuff

10/10 a great duo

Robin

She is the kind older sister

She is such a good listener, and her advice would solve all of the world's problems

If things get crazy on the ship, you go to her. She has the presence of calm around her that just soothes you

I think she would also like to participate in dressing you up with Nami. That means you get to wear Nami’s old clothes and Robin’s old clothes

Robin always has an extra book and cup of tea reserved for you. Tea times are when you two like to ramble about anything and everything. This is also the place where you can vent and the both of you talk about your past

She would like to teach you about world history, while you listen and ask questions

She would try to teach you how to read one glyph, but if it’s too hard she stops (and low-key gets sad)

Robin also lets you help her garden. She enjoys having a person keep her company while she does the things that make her happy

She thinks that you are too adorable, and that also makes her go into a momma bear mode when she thinks you are in danger

She will yell at crew members, and she will annihilate the enemies

Robin sees you in a similar way to Chopper, so if you say something dirty or cuss, her image of you will be ruined

10/10 she is perfection

Franky

I see him as a weird uncle figure

He mostly hides in his workshop and creates weird but cool inventions while you watch him and ask what he is doing

I don’t see you two talking about important things, just you two having fun and making jokes

He is fun to watch, but when he tries to get you to participate— it’s even more fun

I can see Robin trying to shield you from him (hey, he says he’s a pervert)

He would share his cola with you (I can see some very fun crew bonding time when everyone gets cola and huddles around Franky’s new invention)

Franky is the opposite of shy, so sometimes it gets to be a bit too much

Like sir, please leave them alone for one second

I think that Franky and Usopp would try to teach you how to make things

And if you like to prank people… they’ve created a monster

Expect all three of you to get yelled at

8/10 pretty good, but he does say some stuff that you don’t get sometimes

Brook

Another weird uncle

When he asked to see your panties, both Robin and Nami slapped him so hard, he had flown off

He never asked again

I can see him joining in on the Robin history over tea, and add things in he knows from living during the period (dang he’s old)

He occasionally makes the tea you three drink

I think he would try to teach you how to use a sword, and then get yelled at so he teaches you to play instruments instead

He’s a surprisingly easy-going teacher, if you don’t practice he’s not mad. He just assumes you don't want to learn. That means he won’t teach you, which leads you to practice

He would let you peek inside of his skull and then jumpscare you. It works every time

Brook would tell you about what he did during the two-year time skip, all while you’re laughing at the fact they called him Satan

I think that being around you and Luffy would make him remember his days as a teen

Starts to get all weary like a dad (and just like Sanji)

7/10 rough start, but good ending

Jinbei

He is the dad (not like, is)

He is always concerned for your health, and whether you should be fighting or not

He told Luffy that it was ridiculous to bring a teen on board, but then he realized Luffy is only 19…

Jinbei is always there to make sure you feel included, and will often leave the crew’s festivities just to hang out with you

Honestly, his old man self likes the quiet you bring

If you ask him, he’ll tell you about Fishman history (also over Robin History Tea Times)

100% tries to protect you. I think that can make you frustrated at times, but he has saved you so you can’t be too mad

So he teaches you Fishman Karate (it gets Robin’s stamp of approval because there are no sharp objects)

Jinbei gives the best advice, again dad and old man

He’s able to see different perspectives and tell you the best course of action (that gets annoying when you just want him to take your side, but you have Nami and Robin for that)

Also is proud of you when you achieve something (part of the tears dad group)

10/10 every group needs a parent figure

[inriospocket]

Some rio angst whereas rio and the reader have a child together but they’re not together and rio is remarried (or just in another relationship) and the reader is always sad and emotional

It's a bit long, got a lil carried away lol.

word count ♡ 1,511

summary ♡ Reader has been emotional lately now that her and Rio are broken up and their daughter is their only connection.

situation ♡ angsty

warnings ♡ nothing crazy, just sad stuff

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“Mommy?” You heard your daughter call you for seemingly the second time. You looked over at her, the spitting image of Rio. You loved her; you’d give your life up any day for her but looking at her made you resentful. You managed to push the thought away each time although it was never easy.

“Can we get out now? I wanna see daddy.” She smiled, tugging on her seatbelt.

But I don’t.

You smiled back at her although as little as she was could see right through, something else from Rio. “Of course, baby.” You said, getting out to let her out of her booster.

You grabbed her overnight bag from the backseat and walked her to Rio’s apartment. You took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves. It never got easier seeing him after you broke up.

You’ve never known a heartbreak like this.

You lifted your fist to knock on the door. You suddenly wondered if you looked okay, if you smelled okay as if it mattered.

“Daddy!” Your daughter jumped into his arms once he opened the door. You watched him wrap his arms around her, a huge smile on his face. You briefly reminisced of the times he was so excited to see the two of you, he tried to pick you both up at the same time.

Now he barely looked at you.

“Here’s her bag. Don’t forget her medicine at 9.” You reminded, handing him the bag until his girlfriend took it for him.

You looked at her for a moment, trying to find any reason to hate her except for that you weren’t her.

“Goodnight.” Rio told you and closed the door.

You took advantage of not having a kid for the weekend, drinking wine and eating chocolate but even that reminded you of him. He used to be the one to bring it to you after a bad day.

“Okay, mama. Time for bed.” Rio told your daughter, attempting to tuck her in but she squirmed from his grip.

“Noooo.” She whined, kicking the covers off. “Yes. Look, I’ve got your nightlight, your stuffie, and the blanket that’s not scratchy like the others.” He said, pulling the blanket back over her.

She pouted. “You’re forgetting the sleep sounds and the lavender.”

He chuckled. “You’re just like your mother.” He shook his head, remembering how he used to wake up in the middle of the night to turn the sleep sounds back on or you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

After he made sure she had everything she needed, he kissed her forehead but noticed her energy shift.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, running his hand through her hair.

She looked up at him then up at the glowing stars on the ceiling, hesitating to speak. “Hey, talk to me.” He repeated.

“It’s just, mommy’s always so sad all the time.” She said, looking back at him now.

He looked visibly uncomfortable. “Yeah?”

She nodded, playing with the necklace that you both gave her last valentine’s day.

“Yeah. I think she misses you but doesn’t say it,” She explained. Rio unconsciously got comfortable waiting to hear more.

“One time we got Wendy's and they forgot to take the pickles off, right? She cried when she threw them away. I was kinda confused because it’s just a pickle. I mean, sometimes it makes me sad if there’s just one pickle because maybe it gets lonely,” She rambled and he couldn’t help but laugh at the last part.

“But then I remembered, daddy. Ms. Greene asked us one day what love means and I wasn’t sure what to say but then I told her, my mom hates pickles and when they forget to take them off, my dad says don’t worry and he eats them every time.” She said.

Rio wanted her to stop, not that she was doing anything wrong but because he didn’t like the way it made him feel.

“Is love always about pickles?” She asked with sincere confusion. He bit his lip as if it helped to bite back his feelings.

“Nah, baby. It’s a little more to it than that.” He said and tucked her in for the final time.

The following Monday, Rio decided to drop your daughter off to school but decided to take a detour to your house afterwards.

You sprayed your perfume as a finishing touch once you were finished getting ready for work. You actually had another hour before having to go but you found yourself using everything as a distraction as much as possible.

You went to grab your purse once you were ready to leave until you heard a knock at the door. You sighed, not wanting to deal with human interaction yet.

You walked towards the door, regretting wearing heels as the sound within the quietness started to annoy you. You opened the door and looking at who was in front of you made you hold your breath.

You quickly came back to reality. “Did [y/d/n] leave something again? I’ll drop it off on my way.” You said, thinking of no other reason why he’d be standing here.

“She’s good.” He said, his eyes briefly scanning your body before reaching your eyes again.

“Then...what are you doing here?” You asked, swallowing the pain in your throat. A pain familiar that came before you wanted to cry.

“[y/d/n]’s worried about you.” He said.

“What do you mean?” You asked, moving out the way a bit so he could come in.

He knew that you understood what he meant. “Maybe you want to think about how it’s affecting her.” He said as he stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket.

You shook your head subtly, wishing he’d just go away.

“She’s well loved, Christopher.” You said strongly.

“Yeah.” He said but the way he said it made you think he didn’t agree.

“Are we done? You could’ve told me about my parenting over the phone.” You folded your arms.

How could he ever admit that hearing your voice just wasn’t enough for him.

“What are you really doing here?” You felt like a coke bottle and him standing here was the mentos.

He honestly didn’t know what to say; he just hoped you couldn’t see the vulnerability in his eyes.

“It’s cruel.” You admitted. He looked at you with a perplexed stare.

“What?” He asked.

“You standing here is cruel,” You repeated, feeling the heat behind your eyes again.

“I’m...hurting.” You hesitated to say but it felt better to just let it out. You saw him inch closer to you, a force of habit when you were upset.

You put your hands up so he wouldn’t come any closer. “I don’t even understand how we got here.” You exhaled, the tears blurring your vision.

You couldn’t stop replaying in your head what led up to this moment and you still couldn’t pinpoint where it really went wrong.

He couldn’t bear to look at you anymore, not like this. He straightened up to leave but your voice pulled him back.

“Look at me!” You said, the tears streaming down now. He stopped, but didn’t turn.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Your voice broke and a piece of him broke with it.

Because I don’t want to love you.

He turned to finally look at you, trying to keep his prideful stare but it wasn’t working.

You covered your face, wanting to crawl out of your skin if that meant you didn’t have to feel anything anymore. You felt the familiar feeling of his arms around you. You wanted so badly to push him away but the scent of his cologne and the warmth was entrapping.

You both stood there engulfed in each other’s arms, wishing this could be your eternity.

You slowly looked up at him as he did the same, looking down at you. He ran his thumb over the last tear you shed for him, glancing at your lips.

Don’t.

You showed the hesitance in your eyes.

It’s only wrong if you can’t handle it.

He parted your lips slightly with his thumb.

You’ll break me again.

You felt the tears settling again.

Then I’ll mend you.

He caressed your lips with his, something you longed for every day. He slowly backed you against the wall, letting months of agony out on your lips. You felt him press his body against you leaving no space in between.

You missed his hands all over you like this but it hit you that he had someone waiting for him at home. You pulled away from him and immediately thought of how this could have been some type of confirmation that he still loved you.

“I need you to say it.” You said. He hesitated, and you just couldn’t understand why. You waited for a response but he didn’t give it to you.

You nodded to yourself, fixing your shirt and took a deep breath.

“Just...go. I won’t be the cause of someone else’s heartbreak.” You said.

Maybe now, it was time to move on.