#hes so fucking annoying and parasitic i kinda love him

[madwickedawesome]

tom and greg talking to lukas was fucking EXCRUCIATING good god

[sixosix]

roommate!lyney annoying you, fluff, kissing, profanity lol!!! feminine french pet name used once (1), implied secret relationship. written in like 30 mins not proofread

“lyney, who the fuck ate my takeout?!”

that’s a stupid question; there’s only the two of you in this dorm room. exasperated, you throw yourself back on the couch, grieving your lost takeout that is most likely sitting in your boyfriend's stomach. lyney pops out of his bedroom with a cute smile and guilt hidden in closed eyes. he walks to you in slow steps, hands hidden behind his back.

you watch him with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

“ma chérie,” lyney purrs, and you hope there’s enough venom in your glare to take him down, “do you want a magic trick?”

you stare blankly. you do not want a magic trick.

lyney makes an undignified noise, flopping himself on top of you and the one-seat couch; you barely manage to get your laptop out of the way before he crushes it. “come on, entertain me. you have been giving your laptop more attention. do you want a magic trick or not?”

“if it’s about my food, i’m about to make you disappear.”

lyney fans his face as he turns, whistling. “you’ve done it again. you’re so charming when you glare so heatedly at me like that,” he coos, pressing his nose on your cheek and smiling against your skin.

you groan, pushing his face with your palm. “are you a freak?”

“if calling me that is what it takes for you to realize i just want you to look at me,” he agrees solemnly, muffled by you smothering his lips.

“i know i’m your roommate and everything, but you have a twin. do you have to bother me? aren’t you all for ‘family is everything’ and all that? how will they react if they see their lyney clinging onto his roommate like a lovesick parasite?”

“lynette doesn’t even like talking. and i like looking at you,” lyney says, nearing a whine. he persists in slotting himself between the couch armrest and your body, arms wrapped around your waist. it doesn’t budge when you tug on it.

“you can look at me without bothering me.”

lyney blinks owlishly. “oh?”

“entertain yourself,” you snarl, shifting so your back faces him. he buries his nose on the back of your neck, humming thoughtfully.

he then he kisses where your skin is bare, sighing softly. “i’m sorry. i wanted to take you out tonight.”

“dumbass,” you say, adding more to your essay with hostility in your fingers. “how are we going to enjoy dinner if you’re already full?”

“i can enjoy dinner if i see you enjoy dinner.” he sounds so serious about it, too. “hey, look at me for a sec. there’s something on your face.”

instinctively, you turn your head, startled when lyney takes it as an opportunity to kiss the side of your lips. “hey—” he interrupts you with a kiss on the other side. “lyney, you—” and then he seals the deal by kissing you properly.

it’s a little uncomfortable with the angle, but that’s far in the back of your mind with the press of his lips and the warmth he’s emanating. lyney’s a personified heater; it does help that he loves touching you in any way he can whenever you get too cold.

you have to pull away yourself, gasping deep breaths. lyney looks extremely pleased with himself. “you eat my takeout and try to distract me from my essay—do you want me to request a new roommate?”

but as you return to your laptop, you realize it’s gone. the pillow you’ve used to place it on top of is notably empty. you check the corners and peer at what you can with lyney’s arms caging you, but it’s not anywhere either.

“what? where the hell did you put it?”

“let me treat you dinner, and maybe i’ll tell you after our date,” lyney sing-songs, expertly swerving from your attack with a bright laugh.  “come on, up you go.”

lyney doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants; it’s the wisest decision to give in as soon as possible anyway.

a/n hello guys this is like a practice round bc i have a longfic for lyney in the works !!!!!!!! but this is kinda lame so idk HELPP

[drthugitout]

My ver of dream :00000 AND RANTS ABT MY AU

I ws going for a more princesssy vibe if ykyk if ya like dream do u wanna have more hc on my au in stuff

So a lil rant, but this ver of dram takes place ofc after the whole being trapped n stone thing passses but more in the mist of trying to save his brother, not knowing that he’s already dead ((couldn’t be me type shi.))

He’s way more trusting and open arms meaning he could eager hurt easily, even if your mean he just assume he need to try harder to make you happy or to trust him n vice versa.

He’s also just not good with helping ppl who don’t want to be helped which his can never understand especially with people like killer or early on cross and even sometimes ink.

He can’t read. I mean he can read but not to the best.

Dawg hates getting treaeated like a child, he’s not a child he’s an adult man, yes trapped in stone for a long time sucks and he dose have some problems with not getting a lot of adult topic but prefers for them to get explained and not gatekeeped, with that in some ways even core could be considered more mature then him ((not like they aren’t though))

He gets wat to excited for missions but it’s not jus him so do ink and swap that dose change though

He’s not above overworking himself for the greater good no matter what it is.

He’s scared of going blind, random but it makes sine seeing as he was practically Lind for 500 years trapped in some weird purgatory.

Yes he try’s to make every one happy but if there’s really nothing he can do he won’t keep trying to make you better n be near your negative ahh.

Sometimes British.

His magic is sometimes hard to control as ink describes it he’s ’rusty’ training with him and swap so they all can up there strategy’s

Continuing the theme of the last hc of this au, he hates fighting especially and of corse against nightmare, from his eys he got stuck in a endless loop of nothingness for years only to wake up the the sweet kinda kid he knew as his brother know the most well known asshole across the world, along with getting teased and pushed during battle against nightmare for nights own sadistic personal gain, AND HE JUS LETS IT SLIDE BCZ HE WANTS HE BROTHER BSCK it actually hands to be stud dyed how overlooked that is.

He can fly, to some existent. Nobody is truly sure how?! But he can.

Trap rap scares him like that aggressive stuff ((I also don’t like it I LIKE MY RAP CATCHY N MUISCAL NIT HEADACHE RACING)) He also don like hardcore rock

The king along with his right hand men. ((Ink and swap)) along with core

His main friends are just the main sanses besides the bad guys.

Loves cosplayer n dress up

But HATEDSSSSSS holloween

To scared to accept his friends as family dispute how close they act the fact they sometimes live together feed each other and share clothes, I luv them<33

Hes open to showing affection in almost every way so yes he dose so time give ppl kisses on the cheeks and hugs and say how much he loves them bcz ipit brightens there day.

Gets annoying headaches from nightmares voice mainly when he yells, it just brings back pain and damn, that sucks. Smh smd

He’s seen as royalty but hates getting treated like that as he feels like he shouldn’t be looked highly in for what he dose ((mainly because he feels like he should be able to do more, and hates that he can’t help everyone mainly because of his childhood))

lowkey fuck them villagers.

Cusses n it catches ppl of guard but for him it’s not shown as bad at all

Says some things that would get him canceled but doesn’t know that so he has to get explained that

One when angered he best nms ahh n once night left came to the realization of what he did n cried, ink swap and pretty much everyone were so proud though.

Everyone is his best friend

513 ((A GROWN MAN))

Actually scared of octopus/ squid’s ect. Like when he would cry cuz nightmare scares the fuck out of him. ((He actually got over his fear a bit with freshs parasite

Sleeps in dirt, a weird calming thing for him especially since he like to sleep in the sun. I dunno his ass weird but yeah needs sunlight like a plant.

Swap carries him around somtimes I dunnod I jus though that was sweet

Also wears anything, this goes for slot of the skellys n my aus but he would wear the most gorgeous ball room dress ever n never bat an eye.

A rly good singer. Who can play the piano kinda sometimes.

Hates wearing headphones or annoying boarding noises.

For some reason he dependent on helping cross mainly him because of how bad he feels but how much he relates to him especially after that one battle with nm around when he gets closer to cross n more open to the fact most ppl suck. He stops being less of a bitch.

Seen as the leader even though swap would make a better one out the three

Along with his sleep he doesn’t have the best eating habits swap of then haveing to help him out and vice versa as they love overworking them selfs

The thought of a muiltverse overwhelmed him. A lot. ((Cuz ur saying I gotta make allll these ppl happy? Damn.))

WEAKER BECAUSE THERE ARE WAY MORE NEGATIVE AUS THEN THERE SRE POSTIVE PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT NIGHT HAS A HARSH ADVANTGE

his smiles contagious.

Ngl the drawing kinda gives “I will fight n the name of Rose Quarts n every thing that she believed in.” Very Steven universe coded though.

Can’t flirt or take a romantic hint

Pretty gender neutral

He pokey prob likes gross food btw like nuts, ew.

His highest priority is children as he projects on the highly.

((Note I came up with half up these from the top of my head, I don know hc were so easy, n I don even like dream like that))

That’s most of my hc but yeah there less silly fun ones n most jus to do with his character n my au.

Uhhh he likes frank ocean.

[vasito-de-leche]

a little prompt, if you don’t mind

what about mercenary!reader and symbiote!Pavia? it’s just Pavia’s ult/wolves kinda remind me of Venom and i think it would be fun to imagine him being something like Venom

;R1999 PAVIA - "under your skin"

Symbiote!Pavia x Mercenary!Reader 2.5k words body horror What you and Pavia have is nothing more than transactional—you need him to make a living, and he needs you alive to ensure a comfortable life. It's taken some time to get used to these changes, to share everything you have with him for the sake of convenience: your home, your food, your job. And most importantly, your body. Perfect symbiosis, or dysfunctional parasitism? You've yet to figure out where you two stand. One thing is clear, though; he's the best at getting under your skin.

i just want you to know that this prompt speaks to MY SOUL bc i love venom and pavia so fucking much. you dont understand how hard i think about the concept of a symbiotic relationship between symbiote and host. so I went extremely self-indulgent with this one <3

as usual, this is written to be read as platonic or romantic, whatever floats your boat!

Bang!

A clean kill.

The only reason you watch as the body drops to the ground is out of respect for the work you do, nothing else. You've done this a dozen times, and you will do it a dozen more -- the gun in your hand has become a reliable friend rather than a tool for mindless murder, its familiar weight a fleeting comfort in the tedious routine. A shame it came from the most annoying person you know.

Screaming ensues as everyone surrounding your target runs around in panic. You remain, eyes locked on the target. When someone moves their body, attempting to cradle that lifeless corpse, you see it; a bullet right between their eyebrows, the perfect shot.

You feel a tug, but it comes from within your chest cavity. Something squirms inside you, pulling you back, and you understand this as your cue to slide back into the shadows. It begins with a single step backwards, then another, until you feel the texture under your shoes shift -- what was once solid ground is now a dark, velvety mass, floating upwards and fading away like smoke. It licks at your ankles, providing an initially cold sensation that permeates your clothes, and then it continues upwards to your calves, your knees, your thighs. The gun slowly dissolves into slime, taking the shape of what you assume to be a hand, horrible and sticky fingers intertwined with yours, pulling you downwards.

By then, you feel that burning sensation, and then you're dragged into the abyss.

"That was a lousy shot."

A voice echoes in your mind, it is not your own. It feels like a thousand ants marching alongside your cranium. Or rather, what you assume to be your cranium -- in this current state, you can't separate yourself from the embrace of the void. The voice might as well reverberate all around you.

You scoff and insist. No, it was a perfect shot.

"Perfect my ass. You were off by 2 centimeters," the biting remark makes you clench your jaw. You don't reply. The voice does the same, it remains still, only a semblance of white noise, but you understand its silence as a smug victory.

Suddenly, vertigo takes hold of you. It only happens for a split second, always unannounced, but you know better than to brace yourself. Doing so, as you've learned, would only make you nauseous, dizzy and weak -- instead, you let go and the shadows gently coax you back into the light before dissipating in the air.

You find yourself in front of your apartment door, an odd and anticlimactic way of ending a productive day. What, no snack run today?

"Not feeling it today. So you either open the door on your own, or I'll do it myself. Get a move on."

Some of these threats tend to hold more water than others, but more often than not, they're just empty words and loud, useless barking. And so you've learned to ignore them all -- however, you feel a faint prodding inside your back pocket, like a tentacle in search of something. Right, your keys. The roll of your eyes and the slowness in your movements are the only means of rebellion you have against this annoying entity in your head, it continues to breathe down your neck, impatient as ever, until the door opens and you step into your safe haven.

"Finally! Guess there's some activity in that brain dead head of yours."

You're forced to make a bee-line for the kitchen and the fridge, puppeteered by a force much more stronger, much more ancient than every insignificant emotion you've ever felt: the damn parasite inside of you is hungry.

As you both scan the leftovers -- your leech of a roommate seeing through your eyes, smelling through your nose -- the voice returns, this time in a more playful tone, less grating than before.

"Scusi, what's with the silent treatment today?" You bite the inside of your cheek and it laughs at you. "Don't tell me, wolf got your tongue? Are you mad that I saw right through your poor, shitty technique?"

A suffocating presence crawls inside you, starting from somewhere below your rib cage and making its way upwards through your esophagus and trachea, shifting until you feel the prodding of cold, slimy fingers in your mouth. They are tasteless and you can still breathe, your body not even bothering to perceive this as an obstruction or an intruding force that must be coughed and spat out. They are careless in their movements, pinching the tip of your tongue and pushing against your clenched teeth in an attempt to get you to open up.

And the worst part is that this is nothing but a mocking gesture, you've come to understand this over the years. To you, this is no different than someone poking at your sides, childishly asking for your attention. You obediently open, enough for a single digit to slip out, one you recognize as the middle finger. It presses down on your lower lip.

And then you bite down, hard.

It dissipates instantly, it is absorbed back into your body through every inch of skin it makes contact with. There is a new sound in the back of your mind, one you weren't quite expecting. Your parasite laughs, amused, no trace of that usual condescending tone.

"Good, you still know how to use that petty mouth of yours. I don't have to worry about teaching you how to chew down your food."

This makes you stand up straight, turning your head and glaring at an empty space, where you assume this presence would manifest if it chose to stop taking residence in your body, "I'm not eating while you're still in there. If you want dinner, then get out."

There is a beat, a momentary silence. You don't give the parasite any time to bargain, "I'm serious. Use your own damn mouth if you're so hungry. I already have to do everything on my own, I'm not going to start spoon feeding you, too!"

The reply comes out faster than you expected.

"Fine."

For a moment, your vision doubles and your body feels like it's being painlessly torn apart. For a moment, you have two sets of eyes, two sets of arms, two sets of legs and two minds. You are both yourself and him, simultaneously. It is like someone is cutting your soul in half, shoving each part into two different bodies.

It is over in the blink of an eye, and there is a presence looming behind you, made from the same material that took you here, the same material that often travels in your veins and every other crevice, nook and cranny available between your organs and bones. The lights of your apartment flicker, and you take notice of his shadow cast over you.

His predatory gaze burns holes in the back of your head, and in the stillness of it all, you hear his steps, the sound his leather pants and the shifting of his shirt fabric as he steps closer -- until you feel his chest against your back. An arm slides into view, closing the door to the fridge and resting there, preventing you from escaping. It is decorated with all the useless, silver jewelry he's taken from your targets, a hand covered with tattoos you've often traced with your very own fingers in the past.

Oddly enough, you do not feel like prey. Not anymore. Your instinct tells you that you should, but truth be told, you could not care less. Especially when you feel his chin dig into the top of your head, his weight pressing lazily on you.

"…But in exchange, I'm cooking tonight. You got 10 seconds to get outta here." He shifts, and his cheek nuzzles into you as he yawns, like he's ready to move on from this conversation.

"Huh?" You slide from under him, finally looking at the parasite concealing as a man -- one you recognize as the bane of your existence, Pavia. "Uh, like hell I'm trusting you with the food! I've seen the stuff you put on your pizza."

"Like you're one to talk! You add too much salt to everything you make. If you wanted to ruin your liver, you should've just let me eat it from day one. 5 seconds left before I throw you out. C'mon."

"Do you even know how to cook? Any actual recipes that don't require winging everything?"

"Does pasta with a side of 'mind your fucking business or I'll make us eat rat poison' sound good to you?"

"I swear if you put anything funny in the food--…"

"Time's up. Out!" Pavia picks you up, manhandles you even, and tosses you out into the living room. As soon as you land on the couch, the door to the kitchen closes and you're left all alone.

It's easy to forget that you have no fucking clue as to who or what Pavia even is.

No last name, no records, no personal information at all. You've touched him before—he looks and feels just like any other person. If you didn't know any better, you could've sworn he bleeds the same way you do. But there are times when that outer layer of normalcy is peeled back just enough to remind you what you're dealing with. Sometimes, the outline of his form darkens, as if the light around him couldn't affect him in any way, and his eyes go dark, so very dark.

You've seen him in this form, unhinging his jaw to uncomfortable degrees and revealing endless sets of saw-like fangs and teeth. His nails have grown longer, thicker and sharper than expected in many occasions. You would find those on the ground, like a wild dog who has never known, let alone needed, a trimmer.

And most importantly, you've allowed him entry to every pore of your body, every piece of cartilage, every muscle, every vein.

That's when you get a small glimpse into the eldritch monstrosity living under your roof—sometimes, he's a thick fog. Sometimes, he's an oozing pile of slime. Sometimes, he's the big, bad wolf. Sometimes, you can't even understand what you're looking at when he manifests in front of you. Regardless, you're certain of something.

Pavia is darkness, eternal and haunting as the night.

He is also a huge, ungrateful, bastard.

"Hey! Where'd you leave the gelato!? This freezer's a damn mess!" His voice is heard, muffled. It doesn't carry the same cadence and weight as it does when you hear it from within your mind. He sounds more annoying, in fact.

It's a strange experience, to have him coexist right beside you as if he weren't some sort of parasite, one hair away from eating your organs. But at least like this, he cannot read your mind nor attempt to puppet your body like a moron in broad daylight. You don't answer, fully aware that he's only trying to piss you off and lure you into another argument -- as if he'd ever lose sight of his precious dessert, anyway. Instead, you busy yourself with the usual routine; finishing what is left of your work, contact your employers and whatnot.

Soon enough, the kitchen door opens and Pavia slides into the room with a single plate of warm food. You look at him, eyes wide in indignation. Oh, he wouldn't …

"Huh? What, I thought you didn't trust me to cook, so I just made something for myself. There's some leftovers from your poor excuse of a lasagna, though." The smarmy expression plastered all over his face as he licks the sauce off his spoon is unbearable, and you rush to the kitchen either to find the biggest knife to drive into his chest or to resign yourself and eat those leftovers.

And then you see it, another plate resting by the counter. Full of delicious looking pasta.

Son of a bitch.

"Bring me some of that orange juice you bought yesterday while you're in there, yeah?" Pavia never gives you time to settle down, demanding your attention and your frustration time and time again, unable to form a single coherent thought nor opinion about him.

He's annoying, that's all you've been able to figure out so far.

He's annoying, and he's made a mess out of your kitchen to cook this meal for both of you. He's annoying, and stingy when it comes to sharing his favorite snacks and desserts, but he never attempts to steal your own. He's annoying, and he offers you a power beyond your wildest dreams, to get rid of inhibition and embrace the abilities of an eldritch beast. He's annoying, and he hogs all the fucking blankets at night, planting his cold feet against your legs or back to add insult to injury.

He's annoying, and he's calling out to you once more, telling you to hurry or else you'll miss "that one stupid show" you like, that he'll switch channels if you don't sit down with him to eat. You sigh. The nerve, the hypocrisy. You know the things he likes to watch -- he has no right to criticize your taste like this.

"I'm coming, calm down! Christ …"

You notice that he never lingers nor invades any of your usual places, always picking the same spots for himself, and this is ironic in every way possible given his fickle nature. There's no doubt that as soon as you two retire for the night, Pavia will make a show out of sliding back into your body, to rest with the warmth of your blood and the soothing rhythm of your heart. And you will tell him to fuck off and sleep on the couch, reminding him of that one time he got a little too comfortable, clutching your heart in his claws, causing you to believe you were having a heart attack. Then, morning will arrive, and you will find Pavia either sprawled out or gone, but never truly leaving you alone. You will feel him, that inky slime, both cold and warm in your veins. You will go to work, and you will return home to start all over again. This is the routine, one you stopped questioning a long time ago.

This parasite who gets under your skin, both figuratively and literally, is annoying. He's annoying when he teases you, forcing you to admit that he can cook a mean pasta. He's annoying when he laughs, loud and boisterous, at those stupid moments he often criticizes in all of your favorite shows. He's annoying when he gets clingy, using you as a pillow because he can't be bothered to reach out for one of the many other pillows scattered around.

He's so very annoying when he looks at you with a curious gleam in his eyes, obviously noticing the way you've chosen to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Time stands still as you simply look at each other, as you lose yourself in those bright, sharp eyes.

You stick out your tongue at him, and Pavia blows a raspberry at you. Sure, he might be plenty annoying on his own, but together you're both insufferable and unstoppable.

[fairy-verse]

In the past the plans with Error being in a relationship was kinda up in the air, I think Blue or Fresh were mentioned? (I don't remember) what happened exactly to choose the sneaky/free spirit/blood hungry Ink as Error's companion?

That is quite simple, dearest anon, because Ink and Error’s relationship would be open and not restricted to just them. It is what works best when it comes to Ink because he is indeed such a free spirit and it is just not in his nature to settle down in one place for too long, but he wouldn’t wish for Error to feel abandoned and neglected, so he was the one to propose an open relationship, one where Error can find someone else he might love and cherish, too. Ink has a way of growing fond of anyone, so someone good enough for Error will surely gain his favour as well.

That someone might just be – and I quote from Error – an ‘annoying and persistent parasitic fairy who speaks in riddles and tongues and won’t leave me the fuck alone’. Fresh is a jester through and through, and although none knows from whence he came, it is clear that it is somewhere on the mainland, so he’s seen and experienced much and more. The island was just a new place for him to see, a new place to find another body and a new place where he would inevitably grow fond of a prickly ice queen who hates his riddles and throws insults at him.

Fresh: “Hehehe, mine bones once stolen tickles and pricks in pain and pleasure. What a proud and bewitching fairy thy queen of ice is.”

Ink: “Haha! I like your funny words!”

Error does not yet realise the doom he’s about to experience once Ink and Fresh become just as close to each other as they are with him, and their japes and ridiculous jests will drive him up the wall! But… the heart grows fonder.

[casp1an-sea]

people often talk about the weird things in Star Wars legends, so let’s talk about the weird things that are actually Cannon.

There is a Cross over arc between the Star Wars comics, and the doctor Aphra comics, where Aphra coerces Luke into teaming up with her to help her unlock an ancient Jedi relic that she really has no intention of allowing Luke to use. She hands Luke over as a gift to some Queen on a weird planet because she’s obsessed with Jedi things, in return for said queen unlocking the artifact for her.

anyway, the weird part of this book is the queen is some sort of life force vampire. Every night she feasts on the life force of her citizens, and since Luke is force sensitive, she is obsessed with drinking his life force. At one point she is successful in capturing Luke, as well as Han, because Han was being stupid as shit. And then she hooks luke up to this machine that somehow turns his life force into a liquid, and then she drinks it.

she also has a whole bunch of these really dangerous brain parasites that are kind of like giant bugs, so I’m scared how they get into your head. the visuals were quite disgusting but I just don’t know how they can even fit in there, but anyway, she infects Han with one of these, and also forces him to drink some of Luke’s life force, which raises is a lot of questions, that are, of course, never elaborated on.

but anyway, the parasite basically allows the queen to control. Han through a hive mind, but I guess drinking Luke’s life force allowed him to still have some cognitive function rather than being a mindless zombie, but he’s evil. It was actually very interesting, though I had a hard time, keeping a straight face while listening to Han be evil. Unfortunately, thought Leia somehow got him to switch sides by talking to him? I don’t know it got very confusing at the end. But all I’m saying is evil Han didn’t last long enough.

Then they rescue Luke, or Luke rescues himself I can’t really remember. He also got infected by a brain parasite at one point, but he beat it with the force so was never really turned evil.

also, Dr. Aphra’s murder droids are with them, and for some reason, Leia trusts Trip to get the parasite out of Han unsupervised. And it is mentioned that Trip ended up (tw: kinda graphic) cutting a hole in Han’s head, while he was fully conscious, because Leia did not specify to sedate or numb him… it’s very on brand for trip, but Jesus fucking Christ

also, the art alternates between two artists I believe, and it is wildly inconsistent. Sana’s hair switches between an Afro and dreads, some of the volumes give the queen pupils some of them don’t, in some evil Han has his normal clothes, and others. He has the uniform of the queens guard. It was kind of annoying. I still love the book for how bat shit crazy it is though. And it’s also pretty funny.

Oh and of course, Luke is again questioning if he has a crush on every single girl that is nice to him (you know because he doesn’t know he’s gay yet) and Sana had to break it to him that Aphra is a lesbian

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The books are

The Screaming Citadel 1

Star Wars (2015) 31

Doctor Aphra (2016) 7

Star Wars (2015) 32

Doctor Aphra (2o16) 8

All of these books are available as free audio comics on YouTube. They are very well made :)

[andromebaa]

what are some of your favorite headcanons for just the two of us?

Oh man, I have so many lol. I'm gonna split them into serious stuff (plot/character hc), cute stuff (pairing/shipping hc) and dumb stuff (they're idiots hc). This is definitely not all of them, just the ones I could think of tonight. Kinda spoiler-ish if you haven't read up to the most current Just the Two of Us chapters so be warned! Serious Stuff

Kaito as a hero archetype always fascinates me. I feel like he has this compulsion to help others, especially those he perceives as weaker or unable to protect themselves. I think that's why I portrayed his 'biggest fear' in the simulation as hurting the people he loves the most and losing control in a way that makes him become a monster. (Very fun to consider depending on your HCs about his pre-game personality ehehe)

Kokichi is a walking bundle of trauma. So much has happened to this guy and I'm sure it's been dissected by people smarter than me but like - compulsive liar? Tiny? Really good at hiding? Those weird little spacing-out moments he gets? Something bad happened to you, didn't it? Like, maybe not as BAD as what I've depicted, but yeah. Poor baby.

Shadow Child was created as a representation of both Kaito and Kokichi's 'inner children', specifically the darker and more traumatic parts of their childhoods. They are portrayed more often as Kokichi because his trauma is much larger and more pronounced, and therefore more influential in the subconscious part of the simulation. I don't know why I stuck with they/them pronouns for them, it just kind of felt right?

The leech was based on Kaito's subconscious fears of his death. The concept of this parasite that drained its host's life force felt fitting for a death fear sort of thing. It also represents the loss of control he feels over this aspect of his life. It kind of 'evolves' as it takes in influences from other people, but that's kind of its main framework.

Miu's Copy had a massive breakdown during the bathroom scene. It was kind of her last straw before she turned on the leech. She kind of reflected on what she knew about the original Miu, the contents of the simulation and how Kaito and Kokichi interacted and it made her realise how fucked up everything was and how much she did not want to participate. Also she was getting sick of all the edgy thoughts leech was putting in her brain.

Cute Stuff

Kokichi's favourite food never used to be strawberries, it changed after Kaito fed them to him and he got some sort of psychological association between strawberries and him.

On that note, Kokichi probably can cook, like, decently, but he kind of plays up his ignorance because he likes Kaito showing him how to do it.

Kaito is super super into domestic life lol he can try to pretend he isn't but he so is. Definitely got into a routine when they were stuck in the simulation for that year.

Being with each other for that year made them get a really close, almost psychic-ish bond that people get when they spend too much time with each other. It's how Kaito can pick up on when Kokichi is lying, for example.

After he overcomes the whole 'don't touch me' hurdle, Kokichi swings to the other side of the pendulum and is very clingy. Won't leave Kaito alone. It annoys him at first but it grows on him.

They have lots of petty squabbles but they usually don't last. They're not fantastic at apologising properly to each other, it's usually just settled through physical affection or gifts (food).

Dumb Stuff

Kokichi drank shampoo the first time he saw it because he thought it was a fruity beverage. That's why Kaito started washing his hair for him.

Kaito named all his plants. He gets offended when Kokichi forgets them.

Miu definitely had relations with her P.A.L self.

I'm sure I'm missing a bunch lol but yeah headcanons woo! Thanks for the askkkk <3

[emetkoto]

I haven't played bg3 so I'd love to hear how astarion's views of koto change throughout the story pls <3 like is he immediately attracted or what. and what about koto's feelings and how they change. gimmie the deets.

Honestly, Astarion sums up his part pretty well in his confession dialogue!

and then hilariously another tidbit from his final romance scene literally right before he tells you he loves you and you have sex on his grave (ignore old k'oto i havent gotten there on new k'oto yet and also the different outfits these are from two different play sessions)

basically tldr. astarion didnt really care for k'oto at all at first, it was all just manipulation in order to get him to trust him so he would keep him around and protect him since he was terrified of his master finding him (he's a vampire spawn and the only reason he has his free will up until we kill his master is because of the mind flayer parasites all the characters have, he only got away when the mind flayers kidnapped him and has been paranoid about being found since, rightfully so since we come across a monster hunter sent after him early on) so it was all just. seduction and charming! he was really kinda annoyed by k'otos whole 'good guy' thing, like 'ohhhh wow youre a hero. what good are you. nobody ever helped me or saved me. where were you when i needed you.' (obviously completely unfair, k'oto is only 28 and he was turned 200 years ago) and kind of a little bit afraid of him? sure he's shorter than him but he's also way stronger physically and has fangs and claws and strange beastly habits that really just kinda put him off for a while bc yknow. fangs hurt him once. sure this guy seems harmless but he knows better than to trust!!!

except he doesnt. because k'oto was completely unexpected in every way. he's kind and funny and genuine in a way astarion had completely forgotten was possible. he loved him so completely and so honestly the whole time. even when he told him sweet lies and was just so obviously using him he just. kept loving him!!! (k'oto voice) its not real now but someday it might be, and ill still be here when it is. when hes ready to love me back. <--------shit like That!!! the icing on the cake was coming to realize that he and k'oto had. a LOT more in common than he wouldve ever thought. particularly when it came to matters of sex and how they had trouble viewing their bodies as their own due to their circumstances and how it all made it difficult for them to say 'no' to things out of fear/obligation…the very last thing he ever expected from this dumbass catboy was to see himself 100-something years younger in him…..he just. was exactly what astarion needed…uegh!!!

k'oto was pretty much head over heels from the beginning despite the red flags. he was far from home and work where nobody would even think to offer him money for his time and would just spend it with him because they genuinely wanted to for nothing more in exchange than just their own time and company so even if he was being blatantly manipulated it was still the realest shit he'd experienced in years from probably the most attractive guy he'd ever met upto that point so it was a recipe for some good ol fashion love at first sight…or i guess. love at first knifepoint.

maybe a bit of confusion at first bc he'd never been in love before so there was probs a brief period of 'am i in love or is this just lust' until after he slept with him the first time and it didn't go away and in fact only got stronger and he was like 'ok yeah im in love actually!!!!'

sorry this is completely incoherent i love them so fucking much it makes me sick to my stomach and also im so very tired

[whatyourusherthinks]

My Adventures With Superman Season Two Review

AND WE'RE BACK! If you don't know what we're doing here, than go read my Season One MAWS review, but I'm just gonna keep trucking along!

Season 2 Episode 1 'More Things in Heaven and Earth'

Interesting dream opening, and I like that Clark and Lois are still being cute. But hold the fuck up a second. Jimmy is in charge now? Him selling his YouTube channel to the Daily Planet made him one of the bosses there? Is this implying he's like a partial owner or something? ...Actually I'm okay with this. But why is everyone giving Clark shit for a "lame" date idea? Why do they care? This is why no one likes you Cat! And Jimmy, you were there in the first season and saw Clark way over plan his first date with Lois. And you gave him shit about it. So why are you doing the opposite now? Not only is this entire Valentine's Day plot just their for some no really funny jokes, but I'm more annoyed about that than the entirety of the Daily Planet staff being super investing in Clark and Lois's love life honestly. Jimmy was such a good wingman before! YOU CAN'T DISTRACT ME WITH A REFERENCE TO THE ORGINAL SUPERMAN MOVIE SHOW!

Oh hey the guy who becomes Cyborg Superman is in this episode. That will totally distract me from this weird opening. I do like that Jimmy tries to cheer Lex Luthor up, which he takes as inspiration to become evil. I'm gonna get more into it later, but they do a very interesting dichotomy. I like their version of Kryton in the show, it's another thing I'll get into later as the show reveals more about it. I'm bummed they aren't going to give Superman a Fortress of Solitude, it seems like something they were setting up in this episode, but I get why and I can't blame them for making this choice. I just think it would have been cool. Especially since Jor-El is super cool in this episode. Also, any guesses about who the "enemy" the could not defeat is? Given that those Kryptonian soldiers are killed by a laser that seemed to change directions, the Kirby-dot accents on said laser, and what the planet looks like from space, I think it's Darkseid/the New Gods. That would be hella dope. All the villains in this episode are kinda dumb. Slade has officially fallen into "goon" territory, and Damage... I'm pissed at what they did to Damage. Maybe if the show goes into his backstory in a later episode it could still make him work, but right now they took a antihero with an interesting and complicated relationship with both Superman and the US government and made him Big Punchy Bad Man.

Season 2 Episode 2 'Adventures With My Girlfriend'

Hey this opening is kinda cute, with Waller hyping herself up and bring General Lane cof- Hold the fuck up again, how does Ivo have the Parasite suit? Superman tore him out of the suit and they left the remains in the park, did Task Force X capture him again and stick give him the Parasite tech again? Even though last time he destroyed their base and Waller herself admitted he was going insane? Why would you not keep him out of the suit until you need him to be Parasite? He's not even restrained that well they just leave him in a cell! Ivo aside, this episode is the beginning of something that bothered me throughout the entire season. Lois and Clark spend the entire season needing to talk about various things, and the show just doesn't let them have a moment. It just makes for the most annoying kind of cheap drama. So do you hate the show now? What? No! I still love the characters and the writers know what they are doing with Superman himself. Case in point, this episode is basically Superman versus the Prison Industrial Complex. And it's great. There was more subtle social commentary in the last season, but they make it more in your face this season. Which I have absolutely no problem with. Break my nose with your ACAB propaganda Supes! Plus Lois and Clark are super cute while they are investigating together. I also had a little freak out when Atomic Skull showed up. Yes, he a random Task Force X goon with no set-up, but a) his backstory in the comics is sorta dumb so skipping it works for this character, and b) he just looks so damn cool! A creepy looking destructive force is all you kinda need from AS, so he's good. Also, I like Jimmy's subplot. The laugh Perry White give when Jimmy says the interns aren't aren't listening to him cleansed my soul, and I like that the Newskid Legion and Steve are trying to kill each other in the background. And is this first episode where Superman uses his super-breath? Cool. Also, FUCKING CALLED IT! EVERYONE DID! I DON'T CARE BUGGNUTZ I'M STILL SMART!

Season 2 Episode 3 'Fullmetal Scientist'

Oh HELL the fuck yes! This episode introduces STEEEEEEL~ And Cyborg's dad? That's a cool easter egg. But for real though, Steel is a super dope character and I am so glad they included him in the show, even if he looks dumb. This is what I mean when I say I don't mixing CGI and traditional 2D animation. That CGI mech body with the cartoon head sticking out looks completely ridiculous and makes all of Steel's motions look really weird too. I wish they gave him a mech suit like what Deathstroke has just with a more comic accurate look, or at least a helmet for this new one so he doesn't looks like an egg on a Gundam. I like John Henry Iron's design outside of the suit, I love that he's even bigger and broader than Clark is. I also love how Clark is a huge nerd about him too. And he's Flip's uncle? Okay, sure. I also like what they did with Metallo. It's vastly different to the comics, which is great. In my opinion, the only thing that Metallo has over, say, Cyborg Superman is the kryptonite heart thing, and even then it's not super interesting. Metallo instead being a bunch of drones which Lex improves their power cores with synthetic Kryptonite is a cooler idea. I wish they looked more different than the Task Force X or Kryptonian robots, but I like that they have laser-railguns. Railguns are awesome. I think the forcefield power Clark gets in this episode is cool. It's kinda in the comics, he has a bioelectric aura that just for hand-wavium for dinguses who are like "How can Superman lift a plane by it's nosecone without destroying the plane?" or "How can Superman's clothes stay intact when he's in an explosion?". But as far as I'm aware it's just something that's always on, he doesn't control it. But it's a power that makes sense for Superman to have. Way more than something like "Super Muscular Control".

Now for my problem with the episode: This episode that really made me mad about General Lane not realizing Clark is Superman. THEY'VE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER BETWEEN AND DURING THIS EPISODE AND THE LAST ONE HOW DID JIMMY FIGURE IT OUT AS SOON AS HE MET CLARK BUT A HEAD OF A BLACK OPS TEAM TRYING TO HUNT DOWN SUPERMAN DOESN'T. I wouldn't get so mad if the rest of his identity wasn't so reasonable. The only people who Clark interreacts with as both Superman and himself are Lois, Jimmy, his Parents, and General Lane. (Also I guess Ivo too, but a) they don't establish that he does know Superman's identity or not, and b) even if he doesn't know he's insane because of the Parasite suit so it's explained away that way.) And only the general doesn't know. HOW? I get that he sees Clark as a screw-up who doesn't deserve to date his daughter, but he's shown to be very smart, tactical, and always making plans. And you're telling me he would never even consider that Clark and Superman are the same person? HE VISITED THE KENT FARM AND A SPACESHIP RAISED UP FROM BENEATH THEIR CORNFIELD. Also, don't be surprised if a there is an episode next season where Clark is forced to interview/be in proximity to Lex Luthor and has to not give away his secret identity, only for either Lex to figure it out anyway or for Lex to completely dismiss Clark because he's too "wimpy". Given how the show has handled Clark's secret identity so far, I could see it going either way. But I think it would be way more interesting if Lex actually knows and plots to expose Clark as well as take him out.

Season 2 Episode 4 'Two Lanes Diverged'

THIS EPISODE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY! Not just because the first half of the episode is the sweetest friendship with Clark and Jimmy, not just because the darkest hour and the ending of this episode are gut wrenching, but also because we get Lois's backstory and it's so sad watching her try to connect to a guy who's such a dick AAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH Alright, calm down Hayden Christensen. *Sniff sniff* You can't make me. Oh dude Toyman is in this episode! I mean barely and it's pretty much just an easter egg but his teddy bear exploded so I'm gonna count it. Why do you even like a guy called Toyman so much? He sounds lame. Gee, I don't know why'd I like a guy who's whole gimmick is Dr. Jekyll except he makes armies of killer robots- Wait. Wait. He's working on a tiny robot model of the Brain. Was he a member of Cadmus? Did he design the Brain's mechanical body!? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR THE CONTINUITY?! Oh hey, this is the episode where they really establish Lex and Jimmy's relationship. Lex Luthor in this universe is like an evil opposite to Jimmy Olsen, and that's brilliant. I mean it totally make sense, right? Jimmy's Superman's Best Pal, and what's the opposite of a best friend? A worst enemy. I'm probably way over explaining this, but I like it a lot. I don't think these two characters have had a lot of crossover in the comics WRONG Read the 2019 run of Superman's Pal: Jimmy Olsen. Oh, uh... Sure, this seems right up my alley! (And I do remember one issue where it's revealed that Lex's biggest fear is being Jimmy Olsen, so there's that.) ANYWAY My point is that it's a cool angle to take these two characters and I hope they deepen it in future seasons. Also haha the show does another plot thread that sucked in BvS and works so much better here. Zack. I don't know if this is going to revealed as a lie, but Lex's motivation is really interesting. It's by no means unique to the show, but other stories usually spice it up with "he's jealous of Superman" or "he's cRaZy" and I don't really think he needs that. Paranoia is enough of a motive to plot murder. Also the fight at the end is dope as hell, I love that all the Star Labs gadgets they showed off earlier in the episode come into play and that metal backing track was awesome. I don't even have any nitpick for this episode. This is one's really good.

Season 2 Episode 5 'Most Eligible Superman'

On from the best episode of the season so far to the worst... But let's be positive first. This episode introduces Kara Zor-El aka Supergirl. And her and Jimmy are in love and have the cutest frickin' date and they are OTP! They better hook up for realsies next season I swear to Rao! Calm down, you're hyperventilating. Also, didn't know Wonder Woman has an enby villain. That's cool. So is the fight at the end. But the main plot of this episode is Clark having to pretend he's single so he doesn't accidently reveal his secret identity and also because Cat Grant is an idiot and Lois gets jealous because I guess Clark was supposed to violently reject this hot billionaire flirting with him while also pretending to be single and also because Cat Grant is an idiot. There's some funny moments I guess, but all this dumbassery is just to facilitate Clark and Lois breaking up at the end of the episode FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON. Roan Lois breaks up with Clark because she felt overwhelmed and her insecurities took over after her Father left in the previous episode and she felt not good enough for him. Not saying it was aa good reason, but that's why it happened. ...Okay fine, but the next time they see each other they pretty much hook back up, so what is even the point? It's just annoying because most of the time the characters act reasonably and this just feels so contrived and without purpose. Look at Perry's face in the opening after Cat bursts into his office. That is my reaction to this entire episode. Also, there is a bizarre continuity error. Hank Henshaw (the guy who becomes Cyborg Superman) said he had a wife in the first episode of the season so why is he one of Metropolis's most eligible bachelors? Bleh, I'm just gonna kick this one aside and move on.

Season 2 Episode 6 'The Machine Who Would Be Empire'

Okay okay, shake it off. Let's start with saying this is my favorite version of Supergirl I've seen in anything ever. Admittedly, I'm not a huge Supergirl fan to begin with. She's fine, but I've never read or seen anything that makes me go nuts for her. (Although I've heard the Tom King's Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow is really fucking good and I love his Miracle Man limited series. It's on my reading list.) But this Supergirl is amazing. Probably the smartest thing the show does is have the first episode with her super cute date with Jimmy, because it let's me overlook some of the mean stuff she does to Clark in this episode. But even then, you see her softer side. I like that she's really into exploring and seeing other planets, and I like that Clark immediately starts making fun of her when he finds out she has a crush on Jimmy. It's okay, she get him back. Their sibling dynamic is something we never get in the comics, and I love it. They're cousins. Whatever, get my meaning. I also like how Kara's a massive dumbass. Like it's not really her fault, she's been manipulated by Brainiac since she was born and part of that is he stunted her education, clearly. But the rest of the gang are pretty smart, both academically and emotionally, so it's a good a character who has no idea what she's doing. Ever. (And before anyone jumps up my ass, yes she obviously knows more about Krypton stuff than anyone else still alive, so she's not an idiot technically. But for like 90% of the plots this show has she'd be completely out of her depth.) And hey, speaking of Brainiac, I like what they did with him too. While it would have been cool if he did the bottling cities from the comics, but I still like his motivations. And him being Kryptonian is cool. I like the way he looks, his personality ("With ambitions so small they could fit inside a cradle"), and I like that he can possess Kryptonians. There's a cool symbiosis between Kryptonians and their technology as a whole, it's very transhumanist, I dig it. Also, I noticed Krytonians always have their powers, even on Krypton, for the first time in this episode. I kinda like that change actually. It makes sense with the ultra-conquering empire that they changed Krypton into, and it gives Kara an interesting argument for her perspective in the episode. Also, IS THAT A FUCKING GREEN LANTERN? A THANAGARIAN? A PARADEMON!? THEY LOOK FUCKING AWESOME!

Season 2 Episode 7 'Olsen's Eleven'

Oh hell yeah heist episode! And the Brain and Monsieur Mallah are back?! AND MALLAH HAS HIS BERET!?! This has gotta be the best episode of the season! Also, Livewire has a butch girlfriend now?

All seriousness, I love this episode. I love heist movies, my favorite characters are back, I thought the twist of the episode was great, the final fight was awesome too. This show makes the power of love cool. I feel like half the time "the Power of Love" just like brings someone's partner back from the dead or is a healing power, but I love it when a) the story shows that powerful love can be between anyone, not just romantic partners, and b) the power gives a character a strength boost or drives them to perform an insane feat of endurance. They do it a couple times this season, and they are usually the best moments of their episodes. I also like that Lois admits she was dumb in 'Most Eligible Superman', and I like Jimmy trying to prove he can solve most situations just by talking to someone. The backstory/explaining stuff montages are a cute extra animation style, but I don't care for the big-eyed expressions Livewire gets in some parts. You've already bitched about this in previous episodes. Yeah true, but if the show keeps doing it... Wait that nursing home has the name "Silver Age" that's hilarious. What was I talking about? How it makes no sense that Lois has the Kryptonite shard from the data ball. Oh yeah, how does she have that? It was in Clark's ship and I thought it got destroyed at the end of 'More Things in Heaven and Earth'. Didn't Task Force X get it? That's why they could make Kryptonite weapons and change the Metallos' power core. Okay, I had to go back and check, but Jimmy picked it up the shard and put it back in the ball at the end of the episode, but Slade still had some remnants on his sword that they must use to synthesize more. So not a plot hole.

Season 2 Episode 8 'The Death of Clark Kent'

Flash Bulletin! We got a name drop of the Black Mercy in this episode, which guarantees that Alan Moore absolutely has to hate this show. I, on the other hand, like this episode. Even though like the a quarter of the episode is basically clip show, and the way Kara says Kal-El was starting to grate on my nerves. But forget all that, 'cause JIMMY AND KARA ARE SITTING IN A TREE, WELL KARA'S PROBABLY FLO-OA-TING! Ow my ears, calm the fuck down dude. Shut up you don't have ears, you're a manifestation of my DID. Also, it's another kinda heist-y episode except instead of stealing something, they are rebooting Brainiac or something. Also Brainiac is really sassy in this episode and I like it. ("Now let's find your weakness. So I can kill you.") I don't think I've mentioned it yet, but I really like Brainiac's voice. The voice acting in the show as whole is alright, but the soft, lilting voice Michael Emerson gives him is perfect for the character. I like that Brainiac's plan is to mental break Clark so he can possess him, it's a perfect encapsulation of Clark's emotional journey and also there's an awesome Torquasm Rao refences with how he fends off Brainiac. (At least I think it's a Torquasm Rao reference. It could just be a "Power of Love" thing but it should be a easter egg.) I feel like he could have used memories of Ma and Pa to fight off Brainiac more easily. Eh... Could he have? He tried that with Kara and she easily shook his faith with them. Plus he's in his early twenties and is obsessed with Lois, she's probably the only thing on his mind like 65% of the time. And I super love the dark ending. Everyone on this website has already lost it over Possessed Superman, and yes his moob window is funny. But I actually like way Brainiac poses and moves while possessing Clark more than that. He's very regal, and every action seems calculated. Both Clark and Kara aren't uncoordinated at all, but Brainiac makes them both look like bumbling children. It's really creepy. And his speech at the end. Ugh his speech at the end. Not only is it the best worldbuilding information we get about Kryptonians, but that moment where he tells Kara he loves her right before smashing her into the floor is the best low point in the series.

Season 2 Episode 9 'Pierce the Heavens, Superman!'

Okay... So far the episodes with Superman's name in the titles have been the least good of all the episodes. Does 'Piece the Heavens, Superman!" keep the track record? Well it has a reference to Superman's pet Sun Eater from All Star superman in the first scene of the episode, so obviously it's the best episode so far, duh. I feel like your enjoyment of the show is too reliant on easter eggs and references to the source material. Didn't you knock Deadpool & Wolverine for the same thing? First off, use that title sparingly, I don't want to attract any unwanted guests. Secondly, both MAWS and D&W's use of easter eggs I think is symptomatic of the same thing, which is the writers understanding of the characters and the source material. Clearly both the writers of this show and that movie have done their research and understand what people like about both characters. The difference for me is that one is an pop culture icon representing the ideals of heroism and is a character everyone can and should look up to, and the other is a purposefully obnoxious meme that people like because they are stupid. Superman's the second one right? ...Yeah, now fuck off. But seriously, this episode is dope. I like time loops concepts, I like that Clark and Lois fall for each other all over again when they lose their memories of each other temporarily, and I absolutely love that when Lois realizes she can't be removed from the Black Mercy, she just becomes a pain in the ass for Brainiac. The B-Plot is awesome too. I love that the Daily Planet immediately formulates a plan to rescue Jimmy and Lois after they get arrested, and I love Steve's pep talk for Kara. Y'know, I take back what I said in the last post. I like this Steve Lombard. (Cat still sucks though.) And the end of this episode is probably the coolest "Power of Love" moment, not even just from this show but for anything I've ever seen. Sure, it's a little cheesy, but I am not gonna hate a couple in love working together to overpower a seemingly impossible challenge set to pop-rock.

Season 2 Episode 10 'My Adventures With Supergirl'

And this season's finale is DOPE! First, spoiler warning. Second, I like that all the villains are helping fight off Brainiac with Superman (which is something that happens in the comics from time to time but is much more cool here since it feels like they all want to help rather than have to). Third, the animation in Superman and Supergirl's fight is amazing, might be the best animated fight in the show. Even Brainiac postulating looks extra. And the music that plays when Clark says "Let's bring you home Kara." is so fucking good I can't even. And holy shit, I was so convinced that they were gonna kill Kara in this episode. I'm so happy she's gonna be back for the next season, seriously, she's my favorite character in the show, especially after this this episode. The episode ending with Kara and Clark playing catch in Smallville was perfect. Just like last season, I cannot wait for the next one! It's gonna have Superboy!

[squeaklings]

CupiPara conquered!

Just finished the final route in Cupid Parasite. Ahhh this was a fun game! Legit cried laughing multiple times, and the CGs could get quite steamy. Very delicious.

But the all important question is: How did these boys rank?!

I actually ended up moving Crow up to Yes Please and I renamed the "difficult tsundere" tier. This is for the LIs I didn't enjoy but at least I understood why the MC could fall in love, unlike the final tier where I just could not understand their purpose as an LI (despite being good or interesting characters).

Explanations for my choices below! Including where I placed the secret character, since there was no image for him.

So let's just go down the tiers, I guess.

Ryuki:

Ohmygosh best boy and I was SO SURPRISED. I expected him to be in my :/ tier because of his tsundereness, but he's actually kinda soft and not super abrasive and he grabbed my heart. I cried at how sweet his ending was. Auugh I love him, he just makes me happy.

Allan:

Another one that surprised me. His route was not at all what I expected based on the common route. I also cried for him. His backstory is the kind I absolutely love, and his devotion broke my heart. But also, goddamn fucking sexy. Goddamn.

Secret route (Peter):

The top of Yes Please rank, maybe even into lower S tier. Ooooohmygosh I cried laughing so many times, but also he's so sweet? But pathetic? But the good pathetic where I was rooting for him to be better and wasn't annoyed by him. Also BITING?! Hnnnngh ohmygosh yes yes gimme that shit. I wish his sprite actually had fangs.

Raul:

He's a puppy! A horny puppy! The start of his route left me feeling meh, but the last half grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I do love a reincarnation story and whoo boy. Overcoming Alexander ysplz

Shelby:

He was alright. He did not instill the dokis, but I do love a fake relationship real feelings story, so that tickled an itch I was craving. He himself was kinda boring for me though, although this is the closest I will get to dating Urianger so I'll take it.

Gill:

The bad pathetic. He just annoyed me, and the few good moments couldn't break past the apathy I felt. Usually I am all for crack, but his rescue of Lynette just left me feeling :/ instead of laughing. Sorry Gill, I did try, but...

Overall verdict:

A++ game, I thoroughly enjoyed my time. Very fun, very funny, a good amount of steamy, and I am very happy I played it. Well worth the money!

[holycartoonwarrior]

Not to be like, crazy self indulgent in with my headcanons. Like I’m aware this is kinda OOC but I rlly don’t care.

Like I like to think cuz stewy’s like insanely pent up abt the way he feels for Kendall and also because he’s like not rlly into the meaningless corporate talk and is kinda um BAD at metaphors — I LOVE stewy but head of a horse, dick of a swan isn’t winning any poetry awards — and tends to speak more literally. That sometimes he says something abt Kendall that is meant to be like just a reflection of how he feels, but it comes out so weird even Tom does a double take.

Like for example: Stewy relationship w food. He loves good food. Hes such a fucking gourmand abt it too. It’s like a reflection of his ability to enjoy things in his life beyond the corporate world, to not let it consume him in his misery, but it’s also like a reflection of his viciousness. The way he tears apart things for his consumption, the way he is shameless about how this industry has turned him into: a predator much like the animal metaphors used in the show, and someone rather devoid of morals in terms of work because he’s a parasite: he lives to feed. But yet it’s also a way he shares intimacy w Kendall, the way if he’s not talking abt work or drugs it’s food.

ANYWAYS MY POINT IS:

I feel like Tom and Stewy would be talking at a party and Tom’s like “oh, there goes your boy toy! Haha!“ when Kendall passes by w Naomi and Stewy like just is simmering in his Own bitterness.

And Tom’s like “oh cmon, you can do better than Kendall. If you need another drinking buddy I’m sure you got plenty of options, haha. “ being a shmuck making polite awkward ass convo and Stewys like not even looking at him anymore he’s just looking at Kendall LMAO. Which annoys tf out of Tom who regrets bringing him up and tries to move the convo along “Cmon let’s get something to eat. You know what you want?”

“Yeah, I do. Actually.”

“Okay cool.”

“ I wanna eat Kendall, piece by piece, then he won’t leave again.”

And he turns to look at Tom who is just like : 😟

LMAOOOO.

It’s not even THAT bad, Tom’s just being a fucking drama queen and also it’s the fact Stewy says it so nonchalantly and matter of fact like he says everything else. Which makes it so much weirder.

Tom is like “oh my GOD, what is wrong with you??” over the top to fuck w Stew just a lil cuz he’s a fucking dickhead, but also cuz WTF why would u say that

“It’s a metaphor”

“For what??”

“For- oh fuck off man; this is why shivs cheating on you.”

[swallowed-by-the-moon]

// tw sui ideation

too bad no one can save me. I don't feel at home anywhere. I just want to be loved and everything I get is rejection. my mother starting lashing out on me BUT I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING??? like I was in my room drawing for the last 3-4 hours and I didn't go out at all. and then I went out to the bathroom and she was like "HELLO!!". LIKE BRUH SOUNDED SO AGGRESSIVE. then I picked up a soda to drink and she straight up took it from me while I was drinking????? hello woman what the actual fuck?? and before I went out she was literally sitting on the floor while bio father was massaging her shoulders or smth idk. LIKE MAN WHH DON'T YOU LASH OUT ON HIM? children are always guilty after all. but her husband is a saint (he knows how to manipulate and break you with his words 🥰🥰🥰). like I fucking wish I came first. but she's constantly putting someone else first. her husband, my sister when she was smaller (thanks mother for abandonment trauma btw). I used to suffer so much because everyone always idealised my sister because she was "just a kid" while punishing me for tge smallest mistake. they cursed me, now I'm never loved. people see through me, they see the failure and the constant bleed inside. mood swings are driving me crazy, I'm either extremely happy or desperate or heavily dissociated. I hate my body, I have body parts that aren't mine, they feel like parasites. every day I think about suicide because it's fucking unbearable. I cannot be loved but I need it for life. why suffer? why continue if every trop I take leads to suicide. if not now then in a year. but I will not let them tell me that they can cure me. they can't. they don't know me. I just need to be loved. I want to bleed because I feel so fucking desperate yet tears from my eyes cannot relieve the pain. I want to slit my wrists so bad but that's not the way I want to go. tho it would've been amazing. quite a bummer everything will be too slow. I want to hang myself. I wanted to pour gasoline on myself and light myself up to destroy the body so that my relatives couldn't dress me in yhe clothes I would never wear when burying me. I don't want to be wrongly gendered in death

I often wonder how everyone would have reacted if I died due to suicide. would someone be sad? or would someone laugh because of the weakness I showed to the face of life? would someone think "I thought he could've never don that to himself" or "I thought he was just too dramatic" or even "I knew one day he would do it". I don't belong in here. I don't belong anywhere. I'm always the one cast out. that's what I was, that's what I am. I am nothing and will never be something. I was always nothing. nothing nothing nothing. talentless, overdramatic, annoying, attention seeking, complaining about everything, not able to actually enjoy what I've got, not good enough, invalid, unwanted, unlovable, boring, freaky, always a second choice, defective one. ask me to say something good about myself and maybe if the mood is now hyper nice I'll name like 3 things. and that's it. unwanted after all

the funniest shit is that my trauma ain't even that valid. I have no clue why I feel like this if I haven't really been physically abused (wait I was, but it wasn't too bad), I was emotionally abused tho but it wasn't too severe too (except for when I was yelled on for crying and they put my head under the faucet to calm me down. or when they took the thing I adored to do (threatened to break my guitar) when I didn't do what they wanted). I was through some shit I'd say was kinda emotional bullying (for being trans of course), went extremely paranoid. lost the most loving person and animal in the world. yet that isn't even close to what some have been through

from the memories. sometimes I forget what I have been through with my parents. sometimes when I remember a random episode I get goosebumps. like this one. I didn't want to go out that day but they wanted me to go. why? apparently because they can't stand when their child actually has their own wishes and preferred activities. so they made me. I don't remember what they told me but I remember I cried. I cried my eyeballs out. but I remembered that if I cry in public I make myself look weak (that's what they teached me) so I calmed myself down while we were just walking out of the house.I felt like I was their dog and they were walking me on a leash, never asking what I want and what I don't want to do. I walked in front of them because obviously I didn't want to walk near them. then as we were reaching my grandparents' house father started trying to put his hand on my waist and pull me closer to them. I dislike physical touch (in most cases and esp in situations like this) and I didn't want to be touched by him because I was mad, I didn't want to walk near them. I started running away and he started chasing me. as I ran into the flowerbed near the house he's reached my hand and I fell on the ground. he sat on me to make sure I'm not gonna run away. at that time I had a xiaomi watch or smth Ion remember how it's called. so he teared it off my hand, put it on his fist and smashed it by kicking the nearby tree (while sitting on me). then he tried to take away my phone from my pocket (he's once broken my phone before by smashing it against the floor just because idk?? I was breathing wrongly) but I didn't let him by pressing my leg to the ground. then he started yelling at me (while still sitting at me), he demanded me to tell him that I was sorry and I won't act like that anymore. I didn't. because I didn't do anything wrong and I wasn't gonna apologise for idk what provoked his fucking actions. he continued screaming. I turned my face away from him and looked on my mother who seemed to enjoy what he was doing. it was in the evening so no one was around. I saw cars driving by and I was wondering if they saw what's happening or if it was too dark for them to notice or they simply ignored it. I thought he would punch me in the face but he screamed and screamed until he's proved he's dominant here (lmao I tell you he's obsessed with being a sigma male) and let me go. I didn't apologise but I was terrified. I cried. I hoped my grandfather of grandmother would try to comfort me or at least calm me down when they see me in tears but when they asked what happened he told them some lame ass excuse like I wasn't listening to him or smth and everyone just left??? to the kitchen and I was sitting there all alone weeping, hoping someone will come to sit beside me, to cheer me up. but they all went to the kitchen to have a dinner and completely ignored me. then occasionally someone came to tell me I was wrong and he was right. I felt betrayed. I felt abandoned. I wanted to go home but I didn't have a home where I'd feel safe

the memory itself made me shiver. I'm so sorry I couldn't save younger me, I'm sorry you were broken like that I'm sorry you're not the strong. I am sorry I cannot change and we will never be big and strong both mentally and physically. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I can't give you love and acceptance you needed so much. yet you are lost forever. you're not me, you are a separate person. but if I could've done something for you I would

remembered another one. I didn't want to go swimming when we arrived on the river. I wanted to stay home but obviously no one let me. so I just wanted to chill on the shore at least (I was extremely dysphoric). yet he wouldn't let me be. he took my hand and dragged me into the water. he dragged me through sand (I fell because I was trying to resist but he was two times bigger than me) while other people were starting. just staring at me being dragged into the water where I obviously didn't want to go. then I came back to the shore because I didn't want to swim and then my grandmother started dragging me into the water so I pushed her and she fell sweating at me and calling me a whore 🥰🥰 after that they calmed down and every relative that was there was staring at me as if I was crazy.

why did they want me to do things I didn't want to do? why did they think that if they pull me into the water I'll become happy because "yay water" if I've clearly stated that I didn't want to go swimming?

there are probably more memories hidden deep inside my unconscious taht I can't remember at all. but do I need to remember to know i don't want any further contact with any of them all? no

[magic-can]

Finally played Resident Evil 4

So I beat RE4 for the first time recently and I kinda just wanna ramble incoherently about it because WOW what a game. It was absolutely fantastic and absolutely deserves its legacy.

The rest of what I wanna say is below the cut but just know that I do go into some spoilers and also there’s mentions of cults. That’s another thing - don’t play this game if cults are a genuine trigger for you. A cult plays a major role in the plot.

It’s a game I’ve had my eyes on for a while now. Years actually. I never got around to it for a multitude of reasons but now with the upcoming remake and it being only 5 bucks during the Steam winter sale, I decided to finally pick it up.

First off, the visuals have aged impressively well. I’m not one of those goofballs who thinks visuals make or break a game but I will absolutely give praise when devs go the extra mile to give a game a good art style. Yes, RE4 is very clearly a game from the mid 2000s, visually. But it has an art style that still stands out - to me at least.

Then there’s the story. I am very impressed with how this game balances goofy action movie shit with genuine horror without one taking away from the other. I know that’s a part of the magic of RE at this point - campiness combined with genuine horror - but still. This game manages to be both fucking hilarious and absolutely horrifying at the same time which is VERY impressive, even more so given that the game has almost been out for 2 decades.

By far the scariest thing to me about the game were the Los Illuminados. The Las Plagas itself didn’t really freak me out because at the end of the day parasites are just trying to survive. Yeah getting your head esploded and/or turning you into a horrible abomination as the Plaga completely overtook you would suck but you can’t get mad at it. It’s just trying to live. What is fucking horrifying to me is the idea of a cult weaponizing such creatures to indoctrinate people into their ideology and to commit international terrorism. It just made me think of the lengths that cults have historically gone to spread their fucked up ideologies. That felt very real despite some of the insane and at times goofy things that happen in this game.

The knife fight with Krauser was, as a scene itself, fantastic. The quick time events were annoying though. Actually that has to be my biggest complaint with the game, personally - the QTEs - I got used to them and sometimes they were fine that doesn’t mean they aren’t annoying as hell for the most part. I really hope the remake gets rid of at least some of them.

I do wanna say, though, is that I really do not understand the Ashley hate. I thought she was very likable and adorable. Any time I got annoyed during the escort missions with her it was more so at the game itself and not her yelling for help or getting injured. She really isn’t a bad character at all. Also she’s voiced by Carolyn Lawrence. There’s no way I could be annoyed by her.

I do, on the other hand, understand why everyone loves the merchant. He is absolutely wonderful and I adore him. <3

Finally, Leon. Leon himself is an absolute highlight of this game. He is a very likable and endearing guy who, while clearly hardened after the events in Raccoon City, is still very caring and kind. Also he says the dumbest things and I adore it. I knew about some of his goofy one-liners beforehand but I was still grinning ear to ear each time he said one of them. He is legit a great character though - just in general, not exclusive to RE4. He’s definitely my favorite RE character now. Also he’s an absolute babygirl. Ada is also great and I love the messy, complex dynamic between her and Leon.

These are far from my full thoughts and I AM going to yell about this game more on other posts but again this is just me. like. yelling. Anyway, I am VERY excited for the remake. I love the direction they’re taking it in and that it’s going to be very different from the original. Because the original is an amazing game that should not be “replaced”.

[dmc-tings]

Hello! I just want to say that I love your 4 lords HC's and they are all *chef kiss* I would also like to ask, How or when do you think will the four lords warm up to you? :>

Ah thank you! I appreciate the support! I made this one a bit more platonic

The Four Lord's warming up to you

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda wanted to keep you, just in case

And she MADE Alcina take you in

At first, The Lady made you stay in your chambers

She absolutely loathed you

And found you annoying and irritating

If your a man-thing, she just despised you for even breathing

If a Maiden, she was pissed that she couldn't eat you

But she soon found herself intrigued by you

You would do little weird things

Like: pull out a small little box that would light up and play music

Not that the music interested her, but then you would teach her daughters ODD DANCES

Alcina interrupted the lesson one day

"You." She pointed at you, "Show me what that little box does!"

You nodded, as the girls walked up to her and started to explain the phone

"Mother! It's a phone!" Spoke Bela

Alcina made a face, "A phone? There is no cord...."

Daniela giggled, "Its a portable one! And can do more than just play music!"

"It plays moving pictures!" Exclamined Cassandra

She waved her daughters out of the room, and sat, telling you do do the same next to her

Nervous you sat next to the large woman

For the next few hours you showed her the functions and apps

"So thats about it!" You beamed at her

She nodded, smiling a bit at you

"You humans sure have changed over the years... but this phone, is quite fascinating."

"You can even borrow it to show off to Heisenberg that you know about something he dont!"

She smiled at you, she liked that idea!

That was the moment she warmed up to you

Angie and Donna Beneviento

You both stared at one another, awkwardly

Angie broke the silence, "Your only here alive because Mother Miranda says your to stay alive."

You shrugged, the leader Lady told you whr she had wanted from you

It didnt matter, so you stood up and wandered the house

'There's a lot of dolls here... kinda like my grandma's house...' you thought smiling

Your grandmother had always kept dolls like this, insisting that they would be worth something

And back home you kept the dolls, in memory for your dearly loved grandma

You gently picked one up and admired the handy work

"You... you like them?" Donna and Angie silently followed you

You jumped, then looked at the pair, nodding and explaining the significance of the dolls you owned

Donna was quiet for a moment, you couldn't see her face but she was smitten with you and your admiration for her work

"Hey! What if you helped us make them?" Angie blurted out

"I... uh... I dont know how to make them... I just enjoy the handy work..."

"We.. we can teach you... if you'd like to learn..."

You nodded, enthusiastically

That set on stone your friendship

You intently watching and trying to copy Donna's masterful hands

Not understanding the process, you shrugged and let the woman work in peace

Opting for sitting next to her and watching her work

Salvatore Moreau

He wanted to impress Mother and his "siblings"

So he agreed to take you in

As his prisoner at first, he was ordered not to use you as an experiment

So he just kept you in a cage, along with the rest of the villagers

One day though, he was having problems with a villager

He had left your cage unlocked today, it was a habit he had, only for you, seeing as you needed to stretch your legs

But this villager was being particularly difficult

You stepped in and knocked the man unconscious

Moreau looked at you, confused but thankful

"Ah... thank you..."

You nodded and continued your rounds, looking or messing with stuff

Once he had the villager strapped down, he watched you wander

"Do... do you want to help me?"

Your wandering has sparked his interest, you gravitated to mostly his Cadou work

Perking up you nodded, this will be interesting!

He handed you a syringe, instructing you to take some fluid from the squirming parasite

You followed his instructions and injected the fluid into the sleeping villager

This continued for the next few weeks, but you did notice Moreau giving you more freedom

You took this as him trusting you

And in the following days he had called you his "friend"

Which made you smile

And it gave the Fish man happiness to have someone to talk, study and do experiments with

Karl Heisenberg

Wow, this... this guy is quite the grumpy bastard

He was always in his Factory

Or telling you to stay out of the Factory

Today, you said "fuck it"

And went down

Impressed by all the metal works, and the surprising upkeep with the dilapidated looking place

You heard a drilling noise behind you

"Oh shit..." You sighed, and turned

Raising your eyebrows at the thing infront of you, despite it getting ready to rush at you, you couldn't help but be amazed at how this thing was even standing

Too bad it was bout to be blow to bits

You pulled out a grenade, and pulled the pin

Waiting for this idiot to get close, before throwing said explosive

As you silently promised the cadaver, it was blown up

But after the fact, you took the time to poke at it

Karl heard the explosion (or the series of them) and had been watching you

"You wanna see how their made?"

He spoke, scaring you

"HOLY-!! Oh. It just you Metal Man. Sure! How-"

He turned, waving you behind him

Giving you a grand tour of the Factory

You asked questions, which he happily answered

You bring genuinely interested in his work made him like you a bit more

And he even started to show you how to tinker with some of his safer projects

[nanayoungishere]

Play It Cool (Part Five)

It was a light tap, nothing more than a small impact on his face.

He could honestly say he had worse and -- well. He probably deserved it, going so far, so soon. Especially considering how shy you were.

And in a way, it was a good thing. He didn’t want his first time touching you --

truly touching you

-- to be while you were unconscious. He wanted you to be wide awake, and aware. He wanted you to know what he was doing to you, to look him in the eyes and see him and only him.

He wanted to watch you fall apart.

And besides, it didn’t even hurt. So really, there was no point in freaking out about it.

But you thought differently.

You curled in on yourself, your head between your knees. “OhGodohGodohGodohGod.”

He sat up and tried to calm you down. “Darling --”

“I’m so, so, sosososososo sorry!”

You cradled his face in your hands, your thumb gently trailing over where he had been hit. The heartbreak in your eyes made him want to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, darling.”

“What? What’re you apologizing for?! I was the one who hit you!” you said, lightly shaking his head for emphasis.

He glanced down at your open jacket. Your eyes followed his, an adorable blush forming on your face. With a squeak, you zipped yourself up.

“I should have waited until you were awake to --”

“I-I-I-It’s fine!” you said, looking away from him. He could see that you were starting to tremble, the embarrassment a bit too much for you.

So shy.

He could feel a fond smile spreading across his face. He loved you so much.

“Y-You were just trying to, you know, check up on me!” You laughed nervously, your eyes peering up at him from behind your baseball cap. “Right?”

He stared at you. And considered.

What would happen if he actually told the truth? That he was trying to touch you in your sleep?

Would you blush deliciously like you were now? Would you pass out again, giving him the chance to continue?

Or… would you get angry? Would you get upset? Would… would those beautiful, beautiful eyes of yours fill with disgust and hatred?

You looked at him with such affection in your eyes. And to see that fade away --

He couldn’t let that happen.

“Right, darling.”

“Y-yeah! And I freaked out on you, for no reason!” You traced his cheek, your blush fading and being replaced with concern and guilt. “I’m so, so sorry, Honey.”

He almost purred at the way you were touching him, at how you spoke his new name. You held him as though he were fragile, you spoke to him as though he were vulnerable, the affection and --

love?

please please please please please please please

-- in your actions all too apparent.

You cared about him and oh, did that knowledge set his heart aflame. To see someone so perfect, so divine, a living miracle, consider him worth caring for?

He felt himself start to flush, his eyes becoming half-lidded, his entire body becoming hot.

He wanted to nuzzle your hands again, but you just woke up. He didn’t want to see you faint again.

Even if things would’ve been much simpler that way.

After all, you were in his home. Alone, with him.

And to his knowledge, no one knew where you were. You never let anyone know where you were going when you went on those little walks of yours. You wanted to be by yourself. You wanted peace and quiet.

His eyes flickered over to the ropes, the one he left hanging over the headboard. They were behind you, so you couldn’t see them, but they were within reach.

It would be so easy.

So simple. He wouldn’t even have to chloroform you, considering how him touching you was enough to put you to sleep. A simple kiss, maybe a swift lick of your neck and you’d be gone.

And then when you’d wake up, you’d be a special place. A safe place, where only you and he could ever exist.

You’d never be able to run, no matter how much you might’ve wanted to. And he wouldn’t have to worry about fucking parasites latching onto you, trying to take you away from him.

It’d just be you and him.

Forever.

His smile widened. He’d have to be quick --

“Fuck. Stay right here, I’m gonna go get some bandages!”

You stumbled off of the bed, tripping over the carpet and almost banging your knee against the nightstand. You fumbled for the doorknob for a moment before wrenching it open.

He was at your side before you could react.

He couldn’t let you escape.

“Darling --”

You whipped around and pointed at him, your finger an inch away from his face.

Your face was a mass of panic and determination. There was a fire in your eyes that he had only seen when dealing with the most annoying of customers at your job.

A kind of fire that just made him want to submit.

It was breathtaking. He couldn’t look away.

“Stay! Okay?”

He smiled at you. He could feel himself start to sway. “...of course, darling.”

Your face was red again.

Was your skin as hot as it looked?

His smile widened. He took a step closer to you.

Oh, how he wanted to see.

“G-G-G-Good!” You swallowed and looked away, pulling at your collar. “A-A-And where’s your bathroom again?”

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Bandages, bandages, bandages --

Where the fuck are all the bandages?!

“Darling, it’s fine.”

The love of your life was standing at the bathroom door, watching you rifle through the cabinets. His cheek still red from when you -- when you -- !

You covered your face with your hands and let out a silent scream.

Fuck, you’re such a terrible person. You don’t deserve to have him in your life.

You acted like such a freak all day today and then when he takes you home after you fucking pass out, you wake up and smack him around?!

How could he even stand to look at you?! You couldn’t stand to look at you!

Fuck, you were so sorry. So, so sorry.

You had to make it up to him, but for now --

“You really don’t have to --”

“A-ha!”

You raised a roll of bandages triumphantly in the air. “Don’t worry Honey, I’ll fix you right up!”

You turned to face him -- and almost choked at the sight of his smile.

It was that same soft, blushing, dazed look he gave you earlier. The one that made you lightheaded -- the one that still made you lightheaded just looking at it.

Fuck, was it hot in here or was it just me?

God you could feel yourself blushing again, and that was the last thing you needed right now. Why couldn’t you keep your shit together for five fucking minutes?!

“Darling…” He took your hand in his and God. God, were his hands so big and soft and just -- just perfect.

They felt so fucking perfect and fuck fuck fuck, you were gonna pass out again because he was staring at you.

He was staring at you as though you were something wonderful, something beautiful, instead of the tomato red dumbass who horribly maimed his face. You could see the hearts in his eyes and he was leaning closer -- !

He was holding something. You wrenched your eyes away from his and focused on it.

It was a bandaid.

“Can I just put this on and call it a day?” he said, smiling sweetly.

It took you a good ten seconds to respond. You felt like you just got whiplash. “...sure.”

And that’s how you found yourself sitting ramrod straight on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in your hands while your (possible?! potential?!?! future?!?!?! current?!?!?!?!?!?!) boyfriend sat next to you.

Holding your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours. Just like back in the diner only he was doing it this time and it was somehow so much more - so much more.

You took a gulp of hot chocolate to distract yourself -- and then choked because holy shit was it hot.

“Are you alright, darling?”

You felt his hand on your face, felt it turning you gently towards him. His soulful, beautiful, concerned eyes looking into yours.

Your eyes were watering from the heat. You tried to smile in reassurance, but ended up letting drops of hot chocolate out of your mouth.

So you gave him the okay sign instead. “Mmph!”

He laughed softly and held out a napkin. He started wiping your face like you were a child, his expression fond.

Your embarrassment made you choke some more. More hot chocolate slipped out, trailing down your chin and staining your shirt.

His smile widened. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk with your mouth full?”

I want to die.

You quickly, but painfully swallowed. You needed to change the subject and fucking fast. “S-So! Do you have any roommates?”

“Roommates? No.” He scooted a little closer and held your hand again, like it was natural. Normal.

You could feel yourself smiling. You squeezed his fingers and prayed that you didn’t look like a lovesick idiot.

“It’s just me here. Well, and a few neighbors, but we barely interact.” He nudged your shoulder. “You?”

“Um, I have a roommate named Lucy. She’s…” You yawned. “She’s kinda…”

You yawned again, rubbing the tears out of your eyes with your free hand.

What’re you doing?! Stop yawning! You look like an idiot!

“If you’re tired, I can --”

“I don’t need to go home!” you practically shouted. “I-I-I mean, I’m not that tired! I can --”

Despite doing your best to push it down, you yawned again. This time a lot louder, and a lot longer.

Fuck.

Honey got up from the couch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you ruined it. You fucking ruined the perfect moment --

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and knees and -- in one quick motion -- picked you up.

It was so sudden that you just.

Froze.

oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

He felt so firm. So strong. He carried you like you weighed nothing and that -- that did something to you.

But more than that was the feeling of -- of safety and comfort and, and fuck.

Fuck you could feel him.

Could feel the beat beat beat of his heart, could feel it against your cheek, reminding you that he was alive. That this was happening, that this wasn’t just some, some dream you were cooking up while you were passed out on your bed after working double shifts.

You could feel his chest, his arms, the way he breathed against you. Could feel the zipper on his hoodie digging into your cheek, could feel the fabric of his shirt against your skin. Could feel the vibrations of each step.

This was real.

He was real.

And he was yours.

He had to be yours, because if not --

If not --

All too soon you felt him let go of you. Set you gently down on the bed and start to tuck you in.

You opened your eyes -- when did you close them? -- and looked up into his face.

Your face felt wet. And he looked blurry. Why did he look so blurry?

“Honey? Don’t leave me, Honey.”

You felt something brush across your forehead. Felt hands cradle your face.

“Never, darling.”

You felt something lie down next to you. Arms, wrapping around you, pulling you close. Familiar arms.

You felt yourself relax into that hold, wrapping your arms around him. Wanting to comfort him as much as he was comforting you.

And he relaxed, letting out a long, trembling sigh. “Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Honey.”

You closed your eyes and drifted off.

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For the first time in months, he didn’t need to spend hours watching you outside your window, or within your closet.

Wondering if something would happen to you while he was gone. Wondering if you would leave, if you would suddenly stop breathing and leave his life as quickly as you entered it.

He didn’t need to peek through cracks or through darkened glass to catch glimpses of you. To sate that need, that unrelenting urge to just be with you.

Because you were right here. In his arms, safe and sound.

He could feel you to his heart's content. You were with him and no one else.

All was well.

And he could, if only for tonight, afford to relax.

He closed his eyes and -- for the first time what seemed like forever -- fell into a deep sleep.

He didn’t dream.

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[flamingo-writes]

Punk Rock (p.1) — Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have major Eddie brain rot. You’ll have to deal with me for a while. I’ve been working in another fanfic about him, but it’s kinda getting too long and I just word vomited this. There will be a smutty second part of this coming soon, perhaps later today or tomorrow. I also have binge read most of the things written of him by this point, ande while I love the trope of Eddie being with a sweet and innocent S/O, I’d like the idea of seeing Eddie with someone tough and even scarier than him. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy who loves intimidating women.

Summary: The both of you looked like you were just meant to be friends. The Rockstar and the Punk. Although at the beginning you didn’t quite dig Eddie constantly following you around. However, soon the both of you became close friends, pretty much inseparable. Eventually catching feelings for each other but without doing much about it. At least not until one of your usual Friday movie nights when you fall asleep on him, and in your half asleep state, you ask him to stay with you.

Genre: fluff, mutual pinning, eventual friends to lovers.

Warnings: mentions of blood, bullying, violent acts, name calling,a little bit of possessive Eddie, the reader is described as a total punk.

Word count: 2.7K

The way Eddie Munson and you became friends was rather strange at first. His insistent ass would follow you around like you’d been friends since forever after that one time you kicked some bully’s ass who was picking on him. And at first it was annoying. You were mostly known as a lone wolf with just a handful of friends, and Eddie in the beginning felt like a parasite. And what started as Eddie following you around because he knew people didn’t mess up with you, soon turned into a genuine friendship. You had grown fond of the little pest that made you groan annoyed and roll your eyes to laughing at his jokes and clever remarks. It was only a matter of time, really. Being not so different, the friendship was bound to happen; except for the little detail that you were dangerous. He wasn’t.

He looked like a rockstar, acted like an unhinged lunatic, and while he failed most of his classes, he actually had a very quick mind. He could make complex calculations in a few seconds, and while he wasn’t aware of all the things that make up good grammar and redaction, he was good at writing and speaking, he managed to sound like a renaissance playwright at times and throw a fuck or a motherfucker in his speech and somehow make it work like it was all part of the same original piece. What Eddie lacked was a sense of priority or simply fucks to give about school. And despite all of these things, the one thing Eddie was not, was aggressive.

Whenever bullies picked up on him, he’d laugh back and make a scene. His defense mechanism usually worked by spooking the bullies through his loud and obnoxious behavior. But he could never punch back.

Not like you. And God, he loved that about you. While you’d use to call Eddie Rockstar since for a fair amount of time he was following you, you didn’t know his name, soon Rockstar became a pet name, a nickname and token of your friendship. Eddie in return would call you Punk. Because that was what you were. Wearing similarly dark baggy clothes like him, and perhaps your hair wasn’t as extraordinary as his, you played with the messy makeup to better emphasize your nature. And leaving the appearances behind, you were a Punk through and through. And it had nothing to do with the Sex Pistols or Blondie posters in your room. No, it was all about how you’d fearlessly stand up for your principles.

Which was what brought you to Eddie in the first place. The moody anarchist that you were had an inherent disliking of the way societal norms tied everyone around you and how everyone seemed to play by them. There was a food chain to maintain like you were still wild animals and not civilized, thinking people. And whenever you was bullies throwing people around, you’d butt in, uncalled, unwanted, and most certainly feared.

Was it the fire burning in your angry eyes, or perhaps the way you yelled and called names, and how you threw punches? Because being a girl in the 80’s you were expected to be submissive and avoid trouble. No. The look in bully’s eyes whenever you threw the first punch always shocked them. Their threats to punch you back never made you back down, and in fact your words of encouragement only scared them even further.

"Yeah? Come on asshole, show the entire school who’s the man, punch a girl in the face and earn a reputation. Show me you’ve got the balls you brag you have!"

And while more often than not you did get punched, the taste of blood, your teeth tinting with red and the wicked smile in your face, made the horror spread in the bullies’ eyes. Asserting your dominance by enduring the pain and having the adrenaline rush pushing your body like a drug.

"It feels good, doesn’t it?" You’d reply before striking back.

You had earned a reputation. And got several expelling threats from the teachers, but you knew your way with words, and knew the school rules so well you could bend them and defend them, advocating for your own self, and successfully getting away with it. You managed to sneak through the rules, making it seem like you were playing by them. And whenever you had to significantly break them. You somehow managed to to save your ass every single time you walked through the principal’s office.

After you’d made a reputation for yourself, and after people understood you were somehow untouchable by school authorities, people became afraid of you. Rumors had it, you’d threatened with killing the principal’s family if he were were to do something to you. But rumors were stupid enough these days you hardly cared for what people had to say about you. You were the anarchist, the unstoppable force, the violent allegedly virgin girl because no man dared to go near you.

Except for Eddie.

The day it happened, Eddie was being thrown around in a circle of the rich guys in town. Being called freak, nerd, lowlife. Eddie played along and laughed it off, knowing eventually he was going to be left alone. He received a few kicks and punches by the school stairs. Holding on to the handle rail for dear life to keep himself from rolling down the stairs and possibly injure himself even further. And just when one of the bigger bullies was ready to stomp on his face, he fell over the stairs, rolling over and hitting his face against the concrete.

"Oops, I didn’t see where I was going" A very sarcastic and unamused voice echoed as the pack of well dressed chimpanzees immediately quieted down. "Oh dude, are you okay?" The sarcasm continued as Eddie looked up and saw you standing at the top of the staircase looking at the guy you had just pushed down the stairs with a petty grin. "I hope you can wash blood off your white Lacoste, it would be pretty lame if it didn’t,"

"You bitch!" One of his friends said walking closer to you.

"Back off unless you want to match Kyle’s new red stained shirt" You said in a flat threatening voice and looked at him. "Fill me in, is red in at the moment?"

"You’re crazy"

"Not as much as I’d like to. I don’t speak idiot, tell your friends to go away" You growled and maintained the eye contact. "Did I not just speak English or are you that stupid?!" You snapped as the guy before you flinched.

"You’re gonna pay for this!" Kyle whined as he stood up and tooK a few steps back, covering his bloody nose with his hand.

"Take a fucking turn" You barked as the pack of fancy bullies finally left.

You looked down at Eddie and offered your hand, unknowing that the moment his hand met yours, both of your lives would change, although it take you a while before you knew it was for the best.

"Are you alright, Rockstar?" You asked helping him up as Eddie looked at you with a golden fascination, like he’d just found a diamond mine.

At first, Eddie stuck with you because you were some sort of guard dog. He knew no one would dare to touch him with with you around. Your punk style matched his rocker style, and both of you listened to pretty similar music. Both being outcasts only helped you bond further. That sense of security he wanted to feel soon turned into friendship, and eventually, the admiration Eddie felt for your wild and fearless personality turned into love. Actual feelings that made him feel mushy and disgusting. Butterflies that made him nauseous and sleepless at night.

The two of you had built a routine, comfortably made to fit both of your every day routines. Whenever he had his D&D campaign, you’d stay at the school library and work on homework. After he was done, you’d walk to either of your houses and you’d help him study and with his homework. Ever since he befriended you, not only he realized people no longer picked on him, he also noticed an improvement in his grades and finally felt hopeful.

And as Halloween drew closer, the heat of the summer was left behind and the streets started coloring themselves in brown and orange. Your favorite time of the year to just sit back and feel the chilly autumn wind kissing your skin.

After you were done with homework, Eddie was still busy along with a handful of his other friends. You went to the classroom they were using and gently opened the door, poking your head inside.

"Hey, Rockstar, I’ll wait for you outside" You said briefly, not wanting to interrupt him any further as he didn’t even look up from his board, his hands together like a prayer and in front of his lips as he was thinking.

"Sure hun, we’re almost done" He replied softly.

You smirked and nodded ready to leave and let them focus when you saw the freshmen looking at you, a lanky tall one waving at you as you gave him a smirk and nodded acknowledging his greeting before you closed the door.

"Focus, Wheeler" Eddie said in a low threatening voice as Mike flinched.

"Ye-yeah, I’m sorry Eddie" He replied.

"You like her?" His black eyes met Mike’s, giving him cold shivers as he wondered if you and Eddie were together.

"What? No! I have a girlfriend. I just think she’s cool" Mike explained, saying the truth about finding you cool.

"That she is" Eddie muttered, part of his mind drifting to you and part of it focused on the slight possessiveness he felt our of the blue. "But back off," He added in a low whisper, as his senior friends exchanged knowing looks.

"I said a had a girlfriend" Mike added defensively.

"I’m talking to everyone" Eddie snapped, making it clear that you were his territory. His crush in you was already obvious, but only now, did the Hellfire Club realize how much you meant to him.

Going as far as using the low threatening voice he’d use to narrate the dangerous adventures they embarked on while playing D&D. The same fierce stare when he threw in a dangerous creature into the game, but now daring them to attempt any move in you.

Your pretty face, sarcastic nature and fearless bravery sure attracted a lot of people towards you, specially those who you’d stand up for against the bullies, like you’d done with Eddie. Except none of them actually had a chance with you. Was it because you simply didn’t mind them, not interacting with them any further other than polite hand waving and greetings in the halls, or because Eddie scared them off.

You didn’t hear the school gates opening and closing as the Hellfire Club exchanged goodbyes and each went their separate ways. Eddie saw you sitting on one of the iron tables outside of school and walked up to you, sitting next to you.

"Whatcha reading now, babe?’ He asked using one of the many pet names that made you weak on your knees but also weird because he was your best friend.

"The Scarlet Letter" You replied, closing the book, but keeping your thumb in your current page.

"Ah, of course. A book about expectations and fitting in" Eddie said with a cheeky tone and glanced at you as you smirked and met his stare.

"Was it too predictable of me?" You joked.

"Yeah, but it’s fine. You being predictable doesn’t make you any less cool" He said as he bumped his shoulder against yours. "C’mon, we’ve got horror movies to watch"

You chuckled and grabbed your bookmark from the end of the book and placed it in the middle of the book.

He recognized the sticker he gave you, you were using it as a bookmark. The last D&D kit he’d bought included several stickers of various characters and you’d told him if you could keep “the one with the dragon”, which, in any other circumstances he would’ve said no. It was the coolest one, but because it was you and he couldn’t say no to you, he let you keep it. The rest of the stickers ended up stuck in many of Eddie’s things. His locker, the mirror in his room, his closet door, almost as if he was marking his territory with them. And seeing you carrying around the sticker, instead of sticking it somewhere, keeping it safe and sound in your books, always carrying the sticker with you along with whatever book you were reading. The idea of you using the sticker he gave you and taking it everywhere with you warmed his heart. Poor guy, couldn’t be any more infatuated with you.

"Chop, chop, we have movies to binge watch!" He said grabbing his keys from his pocket and waving them as he guided you towards his van as you followed him with a chuckle.

The cool thing about Fridays was that after his club, you’d go to a store, buy snacks like you were going into hiding for weeks, rent a few movies –mostly horror movies– and head back to your place and watch them while binging on whatever snacks you bought. No homework to focus on, no additional explaining to do and help Eddie with school. Just forgetting about the entire world, in the comfort of your living room.

Your afternoon went by as it usually did. Unfazed by the horror scenes, you two simply pointed out the ridiculous bits and laughed off, while eating sweets, chips and drinking canned coke. Nothing out of your comfortable routine. Being slowly devoured by the couch, along with the tiresome week you had, you soon felt cooed by Eddie's presence. His warmth radiating through his long sleeve Hellfire Club shirt, the familiar smell of his cheap cologne and hairspray, even the sound of his voice, whispering next to your ear all the jokes he made. You fell asleep next to him on the couch.

His heart skipped a beat when he realized you were now peacefully sleeping with your head against his shoulder and your legs over his lap. His heart fluttered joyful as he wrapped his arms around you and brought you closer. In your sleep you groaned softly, making noises he found way too sweet and adorable. His heart once again skipping a beat as you gasped his name between dreams.

He managed to lay you down on the couch, and was ready to slide down to the floor when your hands clung to him and again in a sleepy state you called his name. Feeling his heart

About to jump off your chest, he looked at you with an adoring fascination. What were the chances of you corresponding to his feelings? Before this, he'd say pretty slim, you made it pretty clear you were friends. But right now, you were asleep, calling his name, clinging to his shirt as you told him to not go.

Lost in ecstasy, he looked at you with flushed cheeks.

"Babe, we can't fall asleep on the couch" He said.

"Yes we can," You replied, most of your brain induced asleep.

Once again, not being able to say no to you, he smiled and kissed your forehead.

"You sure you want to snuggle me?" He asked.

"Why not?" You dragged your tongue sleepily.

Eddie chuckled and wasted no time snuggling next to you as you clung to him like a koala.

"You know I'm going to tease you so bad about this tomorrow, right?" He purred.

"Shut up, Munson..." you yawned.

Eddie smiled, brushing a hand through your hair as you quickly finished falling asleep.

The horror movie playing now in the background as the smell of your perfume and your slow rhythmic breathing lured him to sleep. Thinking how the scary punk girl now looked terribly cute and adorable, asleep in his arms.it was something he could get used to, for sure.

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I hope you liked this! I will be writing more of him in the future! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged for the second part of this, or any Eddie fic I post ✨🙆🏻‍♀️