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steddie-island · 2 months

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Risky Business

Written for @steddie-week day 2 | Prompt: Hands Rating: M | WC: 2,027 | Tags: Pre-Steddie, season 2, shotgunning, dry humping, coming in pants, cheating (if you squint) Find full list of tags on ao3 | Divider credit

“Watch it, Harrington!”

Steve didn't even turn around to see who was yelling at him. He needed to get the fuck out of there.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

The words reverberated in his head, echoed in the empty hollow of his chest where his heart used to be.

"Like we're in love?"

It was too fucking much. There were monsters, and Barb was dead, and Nancy wasn't in love with him, and—

“Harrington!”

“What!” Steve spun around and came face to face with one Eddie Munson. He definitely didn't need this shit right now, either, whatever Eddie was trying to do.

“Jesus, who pissed in your cheerios?” Eddie held his hand out, where Steve's keyring dangled from one finger. “I was giving these back, but if that's how it's gonna be.”

Steve swiped for them, but Eddie already had them folded back into the palm of his hand and was walking towards the house again.

“Just— hand them over.” Steve tried to make another grab for them, but Eddie was too fast, the shithead. “Munson, I'm in a really bad goddamn mood, okay?”

Eddie lifted his free hand to his head, rubbed at the back of his neck. “How much have you had to drink?”

Steve blinked at him. “I'm fine to drive.”

“That's not an answer, big boy, and I'm afraid it would be against the Munson code to let you do something stupid like that.” Steve swiped for his keys again, but then Eddie was turning, rearing his arm back— and Steve watched as his keys went flying.

“What the fuck !” Steve wanted to shove him, wanted to wipe the stupid smile right off of his stupid fucking face.

“I'll help you find them later,” Eddie said. “C'mon, man. You're clearly not in any shape to drive. Let me take you home.”

Steve wanted to say no. He wanted to kick and scream and argue but how the fuck else was he supposed to get home now? Just the thought of sticking around long enough to see Jonathan pour Nancy into his car made his stomach twist.

He could walk, but he was so tired . It washed over him all at once, and Steve's entire body sort of slumped. “Fine. You're paying if we don't find them, though.”

Eddie looked surprised, like he hadn't expected Steve to give in so fast. Still he bowed, gestured ahead of them. “Right this way, sir.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

Steve shook his head, bringing his cheek to rest against the window. “Not really.”

”Okay.” Eddie reached over and turned the radio on. The music was heavier than what Steve usually listened to, but that actually helped get him out of his head. There was going to be a breakdown, and a big one, but he needed it to not happen here, in Eddie Munson's van.

Eddie fidgeted. Steve could tell he wanted to talk, to say somthing, anything , to get rid of the silence between them.

“Does... Wheeler have a way to get home?”

Steve wished Eddie would've kept his big mouth shut.

“She's fine,” he said flatly. Emotionless. He couldn't think about Nancy, about bullshit, bullshit, bullshit .

“Shit— hey, I'm sorry, man.” Eddie was really fidgeting now, and— fuck.

Steve wiped away traitorous tears and cleared the lump out of his throat. “I'm fine,” he said, snappier than he meant to. It wasn't Eddie's fault he was losing his cool.

“Clearly. Totally fine,” Eddie said, nodding. He seemed to think about it, fingers drumming against his steering wheel again— did he ever sit still? Then they were turning away from Steve's house, towards the edge of town.

“C'mon, man, I'm fine, just—”

“Trust me,” Eddie said. His eyes flicked over to Steve again. “This is better than going home.“

Steve had been to Lover's Lake before, but never in the back of Eddie Munson's van. They'd parked, and Eddie had lit up a preroll. Whatever was in it, Steve wasn't feeling any pain anymore.

They were floating together, weightless in the back of the van on the pile of blankets Eddie had spread out for them. Steve's hair hung away from his face as he watched the way the night sky reflected in the water.

There were no dead girls here, no alternate universes with monsters ready to rip them to shreds.

There wasn't a bat driven through with nails that looked rusty with old monster blood rotting away in his trunk.

There were just stars, and the music pouring softly through the speakers now. And Eddie, warm and sturdy by his side, with their pinkies barely touching.

"Fuckin' love this song," Eddie said. Steve didn't recognize it, though the thrum of the guitar made his already fuzzy brain vibrate pleasantly.

"Think you've said that about every song we've listened to," Steve murmured. His tongue was heavy and thick in his mouth. He reached for the joint, giggled when his fingers didn't want to work and he nearly dropped it.

"Lemme help you." Eddie rolled over, pressed the butt of if it to Steve's lips. His fingers were dry and warm. Steve's eyes nearly crossed as he tried to watch those fingertips. He was so distracted he almost forgot to actually inhale.

"Never woulda taken King Steve for a lightweight," Eddie teased. His voice was giggly, too, as he leaned back, brought the joint to his own mouth and took a long pull.

Steve couldn't stop watching his fingers, the glint of the light on his rings as he lifted a hand to tuck his hair behind his ear.

"You still with me?" Eddie asked. He lightly bumped his foot against Steve's and gave him a teasing smile.

"Yeah, 'm with you," Steve said. He reached up to touch one of Eddie's rings without really thinking about it. "You have nice hands." His fingers were long, slender. Musician's hands, complete with callouses that Steve had the odd desire to get his lips on.

Maybe the bitten nails weren't a musician thing, just an Eddie thing, but that didn't change the fact that Steve kind of wanted to kiss those fingertips.

"Yeah? You like, big boy?" Normally Eddie wouldn't have risked flirting with the straight jock high off his ass in the back of the van but Harrington didn't feel like a threat. He waved his hand lazily and watched Steve's gaze follow along like there was a slight delay between what Eddie was doing and Steve brain processing it.

"Yeah." Steve reached up to catch Eddie's wrist, to stop him from moving his hand around. "I do." He trailed his fingertips over Eddie's palm then outlined one finger at a time.

If anyone had told Eddie that morning that he would end the day holding hands with a stoned Steve Harrington at Lover's Lake he would've laughed in their face and asked if they needed a ride to the hospital. Here he was, though, with the ex king threading their fingers together, pressing palm flush against palm.

A shaky breath slipped out of Steve's chest. He pulled their hands closer so he could run his fingers over Eddie's rings, then up along his knuckles.

Eddie watched Steve with heavy lidded eyes. They were just holding hands— at least, he thought this weird thing Steve was doing where he followed the lines where their hands touched counted as holding hands— but there was something about it that felt intimate.

Maybe it was the way Steve's lips were parted, and the peek of pink as his tongue wet his lower lip. Maybe it was the way Steve was eyeing their clasped hands like he wanted to fucking bite them.

Or like he was holding Eddie's hand to keep from doing just that.

"Harrington." Eddie nudged Steve with his foot again. "Sure you're with me?"

Those warm eyes met Eddie's again. Steve didn't answer, he just watched Eddie's face in a way that made the other boy feel cut open and exposed. It was a feeling Eddie didn't get often, a feeling he really didn't know how to be comfortable with.

So Eddie did the first thing that came to mind that wasn't just staring right back. He took a hit off of the joint, never taking his eyes off of Steve's. He didn't let the smoke out and instead leaned in to almost press their lips together, and once Steve opened his mouth, he let the smoke pass between them.

Steve made an injured sound. Before Eddie could pull back to check on him a hand was in his hair, and then they were kissing. It was desperate, tongues and teeth meeting and clashing.

"Eddie," Steve panted before tipping his head back so Eddie's mouth could be on his throat instead.

Eddie wanted to mark him. He wanted to bite and suck and leave traces of himself all over this ridiculous jock. He had just enough mind left to not let himself do that, and instead he dragged his tongue over Steve's pulsepoint before giving his earlobe a gentle tug.

"Oh fuck —" Steve pulled him in, licked into Eddie's mouth again and ground against the thigh now settled between his own legs.

There was an urgency in the way Steve's hips moved, in the way he kissed at Eddie's neck before biting down, unafraid to mark the way Eddie had been.

Eddie cursed and rocked down, meeting those hungry little movements. They were going to come together, ruin their clothes together. He should stop it, should remind Steve that he was drunk and there was maybe a girlfriend waiting for him when the sun came up.

Then Steve tugged down the collar of his shirt and those perfect fucking teeth were digging into his collar bone. Eddie cried out at the flash of pain and pleasure as he spilled into his boxers.

Steve anchored a hand into Eddie's hair and pulled him in to kiss him again. His movements picked up, became something more firm against Eddie's thigh.

Eddie was going to remember the sound Steve made as he was coming for the rest of his life.

They settled together on their nest of blankets, with the come drying into the fabric of their clothes and in their pubic hair. Eddie barely dared to breathe, in case Steve decided to kick his ass once he'd come back to himself more. Steve didn't do that, though. Instead he took Eddie's wrist and brought his hand to his mouth, to kiss the underside of each of his three chunky rings before resting Eddie's hand on his chest.

"I should get home."

They cleaned up as much as they could with the napkins fished out of the glovebox. The blankets were left in a pile in the back to be dealt with later.

Steve seemed more calm on the drive back to the Harrington house. Some of the edge Eddie had noticed when they'd first ran into each other seemed to have been smoothed out, whether by the weed or the orgasm or a mix of the two he wasn't sure.

Only once they were parked did Steve remember— "Fuck." He looked up at his house, with all the dark windows staring down at him. "I don't have my keys."

"Actually…" Eddie reached into the pocket of his leather jacket and came up holding Steve's keys.

"You sneaky bastard." Steve took the keys and turned them over as if inspecting that they really were his.

"I really didn't feel like sneaking around Tina's house and having her call the cops on me. Just had to make you think I'd thrown them."

Steve watched Eddie's face in the dashboard light. Tomorrow he would have to talk to Nancy, he knew. It was going to hurt— already his chest ached with what they had to do, what he'd been refusing to accept had been coming for a while now.

But maybe it didn't have to hurt forever. Maybe he didn't have to hurt forever.

"Good night, sneaky bastard." Steve reached over and squeezed Eddie's knee before slipping out of the van.

"Night, Steve," Eddie said. He sat there watching until Steve was safely inside.

#Steddie #Steddie fic #steddieweek2024 #Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson #Stranger Things fic #kintsugi_kid ao3

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kaciidubs · 9 months

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just imagine ( also dom chan 😫😫>>>) chan not giving you attention and suddenly goes out then you text him to ask where he went ( you know he is out with the members you jus got somthing up your sleeve

“ where are you”

chan: i’m with the boys

you reply “ same”

he’ll start blowing up your phone and you leave him in read

you bet you’ll get it when he gets home🫣

Oh goodness- the brat mentality is jumping out in this one and I'm so down for it!!! ❣ Warnings: Dom! Chris, brat! reader, degradation, Dom/Sub dynamics, slight spit roasting, slight choking, open ended ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Reader is referred to as Princess, Baby, Good Girl, Brat, Spoiled

Attention Seeking

You knew this would happen - pushing one too many buttons of his and breaking some small, but carefully picked, rules to bring out that authoritative aura you had a gut wrenching craving for.

Chris told you if you kept acting out, he'd ignore you until you decided to act right like his "good girl would", but you were well beyond the puppy eyes and lilted begging - that wasn't any fun.

So, when he announced he was heading out with the boys for a little bit, not even the slightest bit amused when you denied his offer of coming with, you took to putting the rest of your plan to work a little more than half an hour later.

Princess💖: Where are you? Channie🐺: Huh?? Channie🐺: I'm with the boys.. Princess💖: Mm, same

There was a short minute between your message and his reply, but the result was nothing short of golden.

Channie🐺: What? Channie🐺: Baby who are you with?

No less than a second later, your phone was ringing with his caller ID on full display, but you just sat and listened to the ringtone play through until it cut off, sending his call straight to voicemail.

Channie🐺: Answer me Channie🐺: Who are you with??? Channie🐺: Baby I swear

Another phone call, but this time you swiftly declined it without a moment of hesitation, sending him to voicemail yourself.

Channie🐺: K.

With that, your phone went silent, no further texts or calls coming through; and though part of you felt bad for taking it to these lengths, you couldn't help the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach as you eagerly awaited his arrival.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, and the excitement that was once coursing through your veins had slowly turned into annoyance and anticipation - had he played you at your own game? Was he truly outwitting the brat? Did he actually choose a true punishment over the punishment you were practically begging for?

Leaving your phone in the bedroom, you decided to venture into the kitchen to at least satiate your thirst since it didn't seem like anything else was being satiated any time soon.

However, the second you grabbed a cup from the cabinet and set it on the counter, an arm was wrapped around your waist and a hand was around your neck.

You would've screamed if it weren't for the familiar scent of mahogany and coconut filling your nose, though that didn't stop your heart rate from skyrocketing in the process; your body freezing against his.

"You fucking minx," Chris breathed against the shell of your ear, the hand around your neck twitching slightly as he felt your pulse, "lost all your senses in one night for what, huh? Because you needed some fucking attention? You can't go one hour without needing me?"

Swallowing thickly, you somehow managed to find your voice as the rolling flame of defiance grew within you. "Y-You were gone for more than an hour, Christopher."

There was a scoff, then you were spun around in his hold and backed against the counter, though his arm protected your lower back from the sharp edge - he would be the one inflicting pain, nothing else.

His eyes were sharp, darkened by a mix of aggravation and arousal, and if it weren't for the fact that he was holding onto you, you would've melted to the floor where you stood.

"Speaking back, acting out, breaking the worlds easiest rules, ignoring messages, ignoring calls." With each subject listed the tick in his lip grew, and if you hadn't known better it would've felt like he was genuinely mad at you. "If you want to act like a spoiled rotten brat, then fine," the hand that was once on your neck now cradled your jaw, squishing your cheeks almost painfully as he forced your gaze to remain on him, "I'll remind you what bad girls get, I'll break that fucking ego of yours until you're begging for my forgiveness."

He leaned forward and your eyes fluttered, your body instinctively preparing itself to feel his lips on yours, but when you only felt the pass of his breath you whined pitifully.

"That's what I thought." Peering down at you, he tilted his head back just a sliver, "All that bark and no bite - don't worry, baby, I've got all the bite you need."

[unedited]

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ anony nonie #skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan smut

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shadowfoxsilver · 5 months

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How many scams are on tumblr? A lot, actually! Much like other social media platforms, tumblr is also home to accounts who only joined to get money off people via stealing content from other websites. This can range from various sources sometimes even private ones that are not as easy to locate! Even when trying to locate the real fundraising post that they took from, you don’t often easily find it if it wasn’t publicly posted. These accounts usually try their best to look like a regular tumblr user but there are a few easy ways to tell somthing isn’t right. I’ll explain them below under the readmore.

For short version, a brand new blog asking you for money should be treated with caution since it’s highly unlikely they are a real person needing mutual aid. If they sent you ask after you shared a certain post, it’s probably just a scam. If you are needing mutual aid, please don’t spam asks to users all at once.

If you like this post and found it useful, feel free to use it when you get an ask and also share it to your friends!

For example, these scam accounts often share a few popular trending posts or a few popular tagged posts they find when browsing the ‘For You’ page. These are often accounts who regularly post content that gets several thousand notes in a short span. Usually these posts are constantly then shared by scammers who use them to populate their account with posts of a certain theme or topic that is relevant to what may be going on at a certain time. Occasionally the posts may just be random posts to mix it up a little.

Additionally, the accounts who scam people will have a relatively new account with their first few posts only being a few hours old at best or even a week old otherwise. Keep in mind some accounts may backdate their posts to look older then they really are. For example, a reblog may be dated April 24,2021 but when you use timestamps and check the notes it’s actually dated April 20, 2024. This is a way for scammers to make their posts seem much older than they should be. While this may have a legitimate purpose for writers, it doesn’t really have much of a use outside of that even if someone does it to be funny. If someone catches you backdating posts, it’s better to come clean instead of ignoring the evidence.

At times, these scam accounts also take images off legitimate fundraisers and use them as their own even if a watermark on the image shows it’s been stolen from somewhere else. Scammers will edit these images to make sure locating the original is difficult and then get evasive if you show them the source they got it from. They may even claim that the source stole it from them and that your being mean to them when all you did was provide proof that they don’t own the image their posting and claiming is theirs. These images may range from a veterinarian bill to a hospital bill or images took from news sources about assorted issues going on at that point in time.

Usually, these scam accounts also claim the links they’re using is something it’s not. Or say the link is to a fundraiser, but it’s to something entirely different. Occasionally the link may be made using multiple colors for no real reason so don’t do that of you had the idea to. This isn’t a common thing among scam accounts! But it’s been seen across a few here and there.

Lastly, these scams accounts may pretend to be part of a minority in order to get more sympathy from those who see their accounts. They will also pretend to have some kind of health issue such as claiming they need medicine to stop their lungs from collapsing or medicine to stop their nose from freezing. Usually not much of a common scam attempt, but you’ll usually spot the issue with their claims. Most commonly these scams relate to saying they can’t afford insulin and ask for prices that ,while plausible, can be made cheaper with available resources.

As a bonus point, scammers may yell at you if you call them out so please make sure to take proper care to ensure they can’t do that.

#scam #long post is long #how to spot a scam blog #psa #important info

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rzyraffek · 2 years

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Short Slasher headcanons(swf) Everyday life with slasher

I used they/them prouns, it may be read as platonic or romantic (although some moments may apear clearly romantic lol) Request open!!

Brahms acting like lost puppy when he doesnt have phisical contact with his s/o for 20minutes

Micheal Myers bringing them random dead animals as gifts

Billy Lenz stealing their phone and call pranking their family memebers. Or bulling other students as a sign of dominance ig

Stu Macher giving them his sweater/hoodie and never Talking it back because they look way cuter in it than him

Bubba making friendship bracles and teaching them how to cook human meat😍(if s/o is a good Cook he will be so exited to learn new reciepies!)

Guy from Hush(yep still dont remember his name) would take them to Forest 'Just to run a little' and end up roleplaying or/and playing some weird version of tag(idk he seems like a person that would roleplay😭)

Jason this guy would still ask them 'can I hold ur hand🥺' even after years in relationship, hes worried that he will spook them

Freddy Kruger💀 would bully his s/o but If somones even dares to Look at them in wrong way... bai bai

(I prolly forgor some AND feel free to request! U can anonymusly if u shy or somthing)

#billy lenz #jason vorhees x reader #jason voorhees #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #billy lenz x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #freddy krueger #stu matcher x reader #stu macher #ghostface #texas chainsaw massacre #halloween

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luimagines · 8 months

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This isn't a request. But a like...scenario I guess? I've been daydreaming of an isakei'd reader in LU, and I've been wanting to share it but I have no friends who brainrot sadly, so if we're sharing with the class I'd like to go next!

Traveler is a history nerd, and likes to collect old historic items, like maybe an old container from the 1950s, or maybe a lead painted cup. They're a big fan on the Loz franchise because of the LORE and history of each game. They get transported to this world and decided to start collecting items of significance to ancient history because they can do that now (for example, maybe something from Eldin Volcano's Earth temple, like a moseic or somthing). They start to collect magic items too, when they meet with the gang and just starts to tag along.

And along their journey just starts mentioning things from each game, and so casually too! Like:

Traveler: "You know, that mask reminds me of a story I heard not too long ago. About this place called Clock Town and how the moon fell on the place, but four giants stopped it."

Time: *Making a Wtf face*

Uuh, that's all, thanks for coming to my TED talk-

It's a good thing if they preface all of this with "I'm a historian" otherwise they would have a lot of explaining to do. XD

I think they would also get a pass because like... Wild also collects a lot of stuff that would seem a bit sketchy to the others even if he doesn't see anything wrong with it. I think the only thing that really points against Reader is the fact that they seem to know the exact stories behind it despite a lot of them not sharing a single word about it.

#pinky replies #everyone's free to share with the class ^.^*#are we back in the *you're intimidating* feel of my blog?#i don't bite!#honest!

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devildomsoup · 1 year

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Moomin's Soup Recipe

Hello, I see you took the wrong turn at McDonald's too. Fear not we are in this together. You can always take a look around here. It seems like there is a bit of everything in this place.

You can call me Moomin. I use They/Them pronouns. I'm very bad at telling tones, so tone tags are appreciated. Also, please note that this is a side blog, which means I sadly can't respond to comments.

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sempsimps · 7 months

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Drunk Alastor x (fem reader)

oof here we go second fanfic ever, i loved the support i got from the first one and honestly i was confused and inspired (sorry if my writing sucks :] but im taking advice and using ,'s also this took me a week to write lol) also its a little head cannon of mine but i feel like Alastor would actually really like Shakespeare idfk

tags;

nsfw

angst with comfort

description of a panic attack (writing from experience oop)

sub Alastor soft dom reader (be gentle he's sensitive lmao)

drinking ikik shock horror

some biting and hickeys mentioned

blowing off steam i guess

might be ooc becuse I've never written (anything) Alastor before

more tags to cum :P

i hate to say it but mimzy was right, put on some jazz and pour some rye and alastor becomes a kitten, so i did just that. when husk left he was my only cover from mimzy so i was stuck with her. all she talked about was either alastor and her "amazing dancing skills" 'yeah right, yesh talk about self centred' it was so obvious she liked alastor more than a friend but t did apreaciate the tips even if she didnt know we were a thing, the whole loan shark situation clearly was the last straw for alastor especially after lucifers whole uh well "fight", he claimed to have to let off some steam with the loan sharks but i could see right through him, although i secretly cheered when alastor told mimzy to leave the hotel the irritation was clear on alastors face his smile seeming off and so with my newly learned information to use i turn to husk he seemed shaken as well.

"yo husk you wouldn't happen to have a full bottle of rye?"

he looked at me one eyebrow raised and turned around to a locked box with a padlock and everything from under the counter 'the fuck'.

"i know you and al are uh whatever the fuck you are but j-just don't tell him i gave this to you because well hell probably make me pay in some way"

"oh, okay then no problem i wont say a thing"

Husk handed me the bottle 'oh shit okay then he really loves ....' i turn the bottle to read the label, it said straight whiskey 'ah that makes so much sense, okay' i slowly nod at husk as he opened two more bottles 'oh shit that bad okay then' i gave him an awkward salute and walked off the bottle in hand, i headed to my room to grab a blanket and my speaker thing to play jazz/electro swing from my playlist with some of my favourites on there, after todays events i knew that he would need a drink and i wanted to save husk some trouble and ya know spend time with al. so i got to work setting up i had the only spare key to his private study and i thought that the swampy area would look nice, i brought a black and red plaid picnic blanket from my room to put on the ground using random rocks to keep the corners in place i found a short stool it was wooden and looked right at home in this room the deer accents on the legs added a nice touch i used that to place a candle, it said it was "black cherry" on the label 'that name isn't really fitting the candle its red, but it certainty dose smell like cherries' i placed it onto the wooden surface i stood up and walked towards the wooden side of the room looking back at my small display and smiled 'not as shit as i thought it would look, improvement !' i looked around the room and found some glasses they were cool looking 'oooo fancy' i set onto the stool along with the untouched bottle of rye, i connected the speaker to my phone Alastor disliked the fact i had it to begin with but accepted it as a safety measure if i ever needed it which he made sure i didn't, anyway the devices connected and the first song posing started to play i nodded my head along before i left the room i made sure to light the candle 'okay now to find the unusually grumpy deer' i exit his study and locked the door behind me, the rest of the staff and residents were off in their rooms or busy with somthing, it was quite late now. i heard the click of the lock and pocketed the key and off to search for the strawberry man, it didn't take me long to hear the static and loud screeches coming from the lobby i was now hurried in my steps i approached the sound of Alastor and seen him leaning over the bar half demon mode towering over husk his antlers protruding from his head and the green symbols slowly floating around him, no doubt dials in his eyes.

"husk for your own soul,where is it!?"

"i told you b-boss its not here"

'oh shit oh shit oh fuck, okay i fucked up' i seen husk slightly trembling ears pulled back, wings tucked behind him and our eyes meet he asked for help silently, i half ran and half jogged towards Alastor, i gently tugged at his coat getting a large radio feedback screech jumping a little at the sound, before he turned around around with an audible snap to see me and i reacted by rushing out my words.

"hey! al i know you hate being touched but i didn't know how to get your attention safely but that's not important right now! come with me"

i spoke rapidly briefly confusing the deer he froze. antlers going back to normal shape and size before i kinda dragged him out of the lobby towards his study by the tail of his coat giving husk a last look of apology, i felt a light tug at my wrist and i let him go immediately and i held my head down in slight embarrassment as we walked down a hallway.

"although i don't completely despise the touch from you my dear, but-"

"no no its okay sorry i know i pushed a boundary. just didn't know how else i was suppose to calm the situation and uh i have the rye Mimzy said you liked it so i asked husk for some that's why he uhh didn't have it...."

i seen his eye twitch momentarily as we walked. the silence was deafening low sound of static emitting from him echoing in the hallway eerily, but as we got closer to his study his ears fluttered up at the muffled soft sound of jazz that was coming from the room, his slightly strained smile fell into a smirk his whole face softening, he snapped his fingers to open his study greeted by the set picnic blanket and the sent of the candle wafted in the air masking the dead venison that was all around in this room with cherries instead.

"i know its not a lot but i thought it would help with the shitty day you've had, well i don't even know what to call the thing you got with lucifer.... b-but that's besides the point i just thought i would keep you company if you need too vent or just relax"

"thank you my dear, i appreciate the gesture"

his smile was soft as he walked over to the blanket and sat down i slowly trailed behind him, he took of his coat and folded in onto the stool his dress shirt looking a little dishevelled as he unclipped his bowtie resting it on top 'oh thank fuck i was scared he would be mad or kill husk, welp he isn't so ill take that as a win' i sat next to Alastor and he opened the whisky and poured us both a glass, his glass had more in it 'i guess he dose need this' Alastor sighed and took a large sip leaning back onto his elbows landing just at the end of the blanket i took a swig of my glass feeling the strong liquor on my tongue my eyes squinted at the taste.

"hey.....do you want to talk about it?"

the silence was now more comforting now the white noise of Alastor's static taking a soft spot within the wordless jazz songs, i still held my glass and decided to quickly down it i felt like i needed it for this conversation, it is liquid courage after all. he obviously felt the same taking a sip before answering.

"i didn't want to send Mimzy away.... we were in the same circles when alive... she's a dear friend of mine! but the danger she carries with her often causes trouble due to her very nature"

his ears pinned back to his head his smile straining ever so slightly his eyes showing his true emotion as he carried his rant i listened intently as he's now sitting up.

"and-and i just loath this feeling of being so controlled i was.... sad? to make her go but they made me! i feel that I've betrayed her my dear"

his head rested in his hands covering the sides his face, body hunched over suddenly his eyes scrunched closed in pain? 'wait pain!?' hands moving to his throat wrapping around like he was choking laboured breathing could be heard, his slight shivers running throughout his body, ears twitching, opening his eyes focused on the grass in front him the body movements seizing up smile ever present 'oh fuck uuhhh i need to do somthing' my voice slightly wavers as i softly spoke to not scare him.

"hey hey hey al its gonna be okay hey....'

i knelt to face him slowly putting my hands in front of were his eyes were focusing on the floor as to not scare him, the grip around his head and neck loosened and he removed his hands to place them gently in mine, they were shaking so i closed my hands around his softly. i looked towards his face his eyes were shut closed to try too banish the tears smile still present but barely holding emotion i knew he hated to show weakness so this was a very rare occurrence but the distress was clear. he moved my hands to his face i let him guide me so he could be in control, he reviled in the soft contact calming himself down, his breathing evened out and i felt heat leave his face and his body relaxed as he leaned back onto the blanket pulling me with him and i lay next to his form.

"heyyy al i know this is.... difficult but ill always be here. okay? ill always be here for you no matter what"

"t thank you...."

no words were said from there as we both had another glass clinking them before downing it each laying down again, i softly rub my thumb against his palm to be comforting 'im not good at this shit'. i sigh and i let go and reached out to refill my drink again i lifted it to my lips the smooth jazz ended and the next song on was "eat you by carnival of thieves" and i only had a sip of my fourth drink before i was on my feet 'when did he get up!' i placed the glass down on the stool.

"come on my dear lets dance!"

"are you sure?"

"why wouldn't i be?"

i looked to his face he seemed happier now 'ah alright then, glad he got that out' i linked hands with Alastor he pulled me into him almost crashing into his chest. i looked up to see in his eyes now looking at me with soft passion as we danced along the grassy area of the room, my feet not as accustomed to dancing as my steps were out of rhythm to the surprising fast pace of the song, Alastor just laughed in response and he carefully moved in step to guide me, hips swaying to the sound. our feet now moving in sync to the beat of the song, he looked happy as he started to sing to the song joining in staggering my steps and signing along to the chorus.

"i go hungry every night~ ,but not this time around~~.... I'm gonna eat you, your my desire~"

"im gonna sharpen all my teeth and build a fire~"

"im gonna eat you~ ,cook and defeat you~ ,gonna breath you in my lungs and make you mine~"

his hands loosened in mine as we gently moved across the grass together letting all the stress of the day be released in the playful dancing. Alastor spun me around with a fancy flourish carefully so his face could rest in my neck, as the slower verse played we began to slowly sway back and forth i accidentally stepped on his foot from the odd angle

"oh shit sorry"

"haha don't worry my dear it was an accident"

"okay still sorry though"

" l'amour ne regarde pas avec les yeux mais avec l'esprit, donc Cupidon ailé est peint en aveugle" (love does not look with the eyes but with the mind, so winged Cupid is painted blind)

"such a charmer as always my love"

once the song ended we continued to dance together for many more enjoying the time we had, until i tripped on a rock falling backwards Alastor caught me with one hand on the small of my back other one still in my hand he made it look like this was practiced and i wasn't a dumbass 'wow maybe I've to much to drink already' i was pulled back onto both feet before being lead to sit down.

"maybe that's enough for now my dear wouldn't want you falling for me again, the run of true smooth never love course. wait no that's not right"

i rolled my eyes as we laid together yet again having another drink each Alastor having two, i was feeling giddy from the whiskey and so was he showing his more comfortable loving side that was a rare sight, his hands resting on my hip tracing circles not that he doesn't do all of this already but he was letting me do the same guiding my hands to his side to mimic his movements tracing patterns as we just talked together enjoying the company but the funny thing is that Alastor is a lightweight when it comes to drinking so its not even after the 5th round he is slurring his words around.

"these mortals be fools lord what!"

"uh huh?"

"in shine ink my may black still bright love"

"al what are you talking about?"

we laughed and talked some more but Alastor rolled my body to lay upon his, maybe it was the drinks were getting to both our heads but Alastor face was slightly red and i was feeling a little hot under the collar myself, sighing adjusting my position on top of Alastor i moved down to feel somthing against my thigh 'oh what the hell?- OH' my eyes snapped back up to meet his gaze that was looking away ears pointed flat against his head face competing for his hair shade.

"oh shit i uh i can get off?"

only response i got was a tight grip at my hips when i was about to get off, i felt claws lightly scratching at the skin holding me in place my face getting red 'oh shit okay then' and a low static emitting from his chest it was similar to a purr 'heh like a cat cute', i attempt to sit up only to have a harsh grip on my hips, i lightly tapped his hand so i could do that i sat up my thighs on either sides of his form feeling his excitement more prominent against my thigh 'i did not think that's how this would go' i slowly move against him grinding my hips in a slow rhythm looking at his face for conformation his eyes darted away ears still back but he didn't look upset in the slightest.

"you okay?"

i leaned down softly kissing his lips his pressed hard into mine savouring every moment 'he was touch starved has to be' moving my hand down to unbutton my shirt once down i sat back up to slide it off my body before i unbutton Alastor's dress shirt looking to his face for confirming it was okay which he gave a nod still grinding in my body i moved harsher and then i heard it. i halted myself completely 'holy shit this man whimpers' wide eyed he stared at my face i started to move again eliciting another breathy gasp and whimper. i reached down between our bodies to undo his belt with little effort and let his arousal out, the heat from it was intoxicating, as the precum smearing on my thigh my hand wrapped around it surprisingly big, plenty to fill me 'Jesus fuck he looks amazing' Alastor whimpers a little as i slowly pumped his length more low and quite sounds spilling from his lips i leaned down hands either side of his face to keep myself balanced his tongue asked for entry and i allowed it as i swallowed every sound he made i was getting out of breath and pulled away from the passionate kiss my body still moving against Alastor. his hands claw at my hips silently begging asking me to speed up, i lightly grasp at his wrists with both hands before i gripped them and pinned his hands either side of his head, ears perked up the look of shock and "fuck, do i find this hot?" in his face was worth dying for as i continued the teasing slow pace against his length he could easily stop me. he was powerful enough to, but he didn't, he let me take the lead and overpower him. i increased my speed feeling his ever heightening arousal he was quite vocal I'm guessing it was the alcohol because he doesn't tend to be like this the endless gasps filling the room 'holy fuck who would of thought that the great radio demon would want to be under me' i suddenly heard a low growl from his lips.

"stop teasing me dear"

"okay i will"

i moved my shorts and underwear to the side and lowered myself onto Alastor both of us crying out in pleasure as i fully went down, i didn't move 'fuck this feels so good fuck' i stayed still letting us both get comfortable again looking to him for a nod, in which he provided biting his lip. i slowly moved up and down along his length eliciting gasps from both parties. i had only moved so much before Alastor thrusted desperately into me needing the release i matched his pace quickly approaching my climax as i felt his cock twitch inside of me, the slick that pooled between my legs serving more than enough to glide it constant praise falling from my lips the demon under me turning into putty, a string of i love yous and gasps mixed with moans the outside world oblivious to us. i felt my body shake as i was close to cuming my thighs shudder as i hit my high, body slumping forward to kiss his lips. Alastor kept thrusting up into me he growled and snarled as he back arched and teeth sank into my collar bone, cock twitching as he came into me we both laid there in each others embrace finding comfort in one other as he lapped at the bite wound in apology. i phased in and out of sleep listing to his heartbeat 'I'm surprised he even has one' i felt him sit up keeping my body pressed to his.

"eh bien, c'était du sexe splendide, ma chérie"

Alastor took his cock out of me pushing it back into his boxers before he picked me up and walked us towards the wooden area of the room and opened a door into his actual bedroom laying us both down on his bed peacefully sleeping in the warmth of our bodies.

sorry if the ending seemed rushed i am completing this before i need to be up in like an hour and this has been driving me mental for a week sorry if my writing sucks :]

#alastor smut #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #fanfic #smut #drunk #drunk shenanigans

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pokemon-ash-aus · 1 year

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I noticed the post you reblogged with all the info stuffs, I'm glad I got to see it cause I didn't know about like half that stuff. I use to mainly lurk before making an account for one reason or another. Though the one thing I'm confused about is likes. I use it as a 'save post' button to find easily later. That's normal, right? Cause I see a lot of posts that seem to imply nobody should use it at all? I dunno if I'm just misunderstanding tho.

So, liking something and reblogging are 2 dofferent beasts.

Of you like somthing, go ahead and like it, thats never going to stop. But when you only do that, its basically telling the OP thats its not worth a share.

These days, Reblogging seems to have fallen into a niche- Twitter uses likes to share things, Instagram has Likes instead of shares but Tumblr has reblogs.

There is no algorithm, there is little to nothing where people can find our art - written, drawn, etc.- We are basing it on people liking certain tags and then sharing it with their likeminded followers.

A lot of us have had bad ratios, where the number of likes HEAVILY outshine the reblogs.

Its not uncommon to see 252 Likes v 24 reblogs.

Likes dont do shit for anyone in this site. Its just a kudos. Its the reblogs- where you share it to more and more people thats better.

As for the likes as a Save Post button, that's not normal no. Ive never really seen people use that to go back and find a post.

I see people reblog and add #save post or #Need this for later so it can be found. I highly suggest using that method instead.

This ended up more ranty then i intended but ive been here when reblogs and likes were even side to side.

And if you dont want to post it on your main blog, create a side blog for it.

Edit: Slight Correction Likes werent normalized as a Save feature For Me. Seems a few other users did use it that way so take it as you will/

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texancommie07 · 8 months

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One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya

I will drive past your house

And if the lights are all down

I'll see who's around

Heavy Metal Valentines Day Four: Secret Admirer

June 29th, 1985

Billy Hated It Here. Summers In Hawkins Were Nothing Like Summers In California, All Thick And Soupy. His Job At The Hawkins Local Pool Was The Only Real Upside To His Experience, But It Didn't Really Matter, It Wouldn't Ever Be The Beaches He Grew Up With.

He Didn't Want To Go Anywhere Whit The Weather Like This, But What The Hell Else Was He Supposed To Do? He Looked Around His Room, As If He Would Find Anything To Cure His Boredom In This Hellhole.

Actually.

He Still Has His Shity Little Walkman In His Closet. The Things Was Already Busted Back Home, And The Move Didn't Treat It Any Better. Maybe Max Was Onto Somthing. He Wondered If It Still Worked?

.........

Laying Back On His Bed, He Placed The Headphones On His Head, Shoved His Metallica Tape In It, And Hit Play. As The Intro To "Hit The Lights" Started Up, He Thought 'Now What?'

He Tried To Think Of What The Hell He Was Supposed To Do, How The Hell Did Eddie Do This. Billy Remembers Them Talking About Putting On Music And Staring at Their Ceiling For Hours On End , Eyes Wide Open Yet Seeing Nothing Of The World Around Them, Just Whatever They Were Imagining To Their Music.

Speaking Of Eddie, Maybe That Would Help. Billy Tried To Think Eddie Thoughts. But Which Ones? When They First Met Seemed To Piney, When They Got Together Would Make Him Too Sappy. Maybe The In-between? Sure, Why Not.

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November 3rd, 1884

He Was Insane, He Had To Have A Death Wish Surely. That's The Only Reason He Would Be Outside Right Now.

(They Were Insane, Definitely, The Death Wish, Billy Couldn't Give You A Solid Answer On That.)

Billy Was Stuck Back Inside After His "Little Scene" On Halloween, As Neil Called It. He Had Been Sitting, Trying To Talk Quietly On The Phone.

He Had Propped Up His Window To Keep The Smoke From His Cig Out Of The Room, Not In The Mood To Hotbox Himself, And Pretty Quickly Saw What Was Outside. He Couldn't Fucking Believe It.

Snow.

Actual, Genuine Snow Was Falling. It Had Been Three Days Since November Started. Could This Place Honestly Get Any Worse.

(Oh How Naive He Was, Thinking The Biggest Of His Problems In Hawkins Was The Cold.)

He Had Told His Cali Friends About His Current Predicament, Their Shock Barely Coming Through With How Busy The Line Was. Even Worse, He Finally Properly Looked Out His Window To See...Him.

Eddie Fucking Munson. Just Great. God Billy Hated That Guy, He Was Nothing But Trouble, What With His Pretty Cow Eyes, Gorgeous Hair, Niche Interests, Soothing Voice And Mildly Blinding Smile.

He Was Billy's Worst Nightmare, Someone That Made Him Go Weak In The Knees, And Put Him At Risk Of Everyone Knowing What A Freak He Really Was.

(Billy Still Thought Nearly The Same, Although He Was Starting To, At Least Mentally, Wear The 'Freak' Tag With A Bit More Pride. Eddie Was A Big Help With That, In Their Own Strange Way. Actually Getting To Be With Them In The Way That Billy Craved Helped Him To Start To Realize, He Didn't Mind Being A Freak, As Long As He Could Have Them.)

He Didn't Inform His Friends Of This Predicament, Not Out Of Fear, But Rather Because He Didn't Wanna Deal With Their Inane Ramblings About Billy Finally Having A Crush.

He Turned Himself To Face Out His Window, Resting His Arms On His Desk, The Snow Begining To Pick Up. He Couldn't See Him Perfectly, But He Could See That The Asshole Had His Guitar Out. It Looked Like He Wrote Some Shit On It, Billy Couldn't Read It.

Billy Was Sure He Could Really See Him Staring, Far Too Wrapped Up In Whatever He Was Playing To Pay Attention To The World Around. With How Hated He Was, Billy Was Impressed He'd Made It This Far Without Getting Himself Killed. Billy Would Honestly Bet That The Only Way Eddie Could Actually Die Would Be A Conscious Choice.

He Could See The Flush All Over His Face And Fingers, Bright Against His Pale Skin, Looking Almost Frost Bitten. Just How Long Had He Been Out Here?

"God..This Is Fucking Insane."

"Yₒᵤ ₖₙₒʷ Wₕₐₜ ₑₗₛₑ ᵢₛ ᵢₙₛₐₙₑ?"

"Yₒᵤᵣ ₘₒₘ!!!!"

As Always, The Witty Commentary From The Peanut Gallery Never Failed To Impress Him. He Hoped Eddie Was Having A Better Day Than Him.

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#billy deserved better #mungrove #my art i guess #billy antis dni #gay billy hargrove #heavymetalvalentines #your honour they're gay #autistic eddie munson #implied #I wish we got to see Billy's Cali friends

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hullomoon · 9 months

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fic writer interview

@vanillahigh00 also tagged me in this! thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

297!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

446,992! i do want to note that a few are co-written works or ones where i did the podfic and it was posted alongside the fic

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

when i'm with you it feels like home | schitt's creek, david/patrick, ~2.1k

glad to be your one shot pleasure (or more) | schitt's creek, david/patrick, ~12.7k

a phone call away | schitt's creek, david/patrick and patrick & marcy and clint, ~2.9k

out of the mouths of babes | schitt's creek, david/patrick, ~1.1k

can i be close to you? | schitt's creek, david/patrick, 2.2k

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! the only time i don't is when it's a group project just because i don't wanna overstep anyone

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably, it's hard for me my baby, since it was specifically written right after ted and alexis's breakup

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

all that i have are these to remember you. it's one of my more angstier works and i got many comments about how people were so thrilled with the ending

7. Do you write crossovers?

i've written some AUs and podded some crossovers but i've never written one yet. i am open to it!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i don't write smut often, but looking at my stats, when i do write smut it's pretty much all women lol. which honestly, because f/f fic is historically so low it seems about right that i decided that if i'm gonna write it they'll be fucking.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

unofficially, yes! @rhetoricalk translated and recorded one of my smaller fics in hindi for a voicteam challenge. and for anyone who doesn't know i have a transformative statement that encourages translations!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, many times! thank you to all my friends who let me write with them 💙

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

oh this is so hard! if it's simply writing, i would say david/patrick. there's somthing about their dynamic that's so easy and fun to write.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

my oldest wip: a season 1 divergence where stevie and david end up in toronto and share an apartment with patrick

15. What are your writing strengths?

Description

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

fic titles!

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If I know it I will and if I don't I'll do my best to look it up and then double check with someone who does know it

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

technically the big bang theory, but that's between me and @hullosweetpea. published, it's schitt's creek!

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

i don't know quite yet!

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

ughhhh, this is so hard! probably my first published one, because i'm sentimental as all hell

tagging whoever wants to play because i don't know who all is left!

#hullomoon writes #thoughts from the moon

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will you teach me how to use tumblr good sir you seem mostly qualified :3

Uhhh... ok here's a list:

1. if you want other people to see something, reblog it. there is no algorithm. likes are nice, but do literally nothing. I mostly just use them so i know "oh i've seen this before i don't want to reblog it again". If you would like somthing on Twitter you would reblog it on Tumblr. I'm personally pretty liberal with mine, you don't have to be

2. don't like someone? block em. Is someone trying to start an argument or bring you into "the discourse"? block em. this is a bit of an exageration, of course generally i take a quick look at their profile, bio, post history, etc. If i don't see anything worth my time they get blocked

3. mutuals are your friends, amazing people, all of them. I want to hug them all.

4. If you are putting negativity towards a character/ship/fandom, don't put it in that character/ship/fandom's tag. That's not why people are on the tag. it is perfectly fine to dislike something. be vocal about it even! but people don't go to the tag of their favorite ship to see people saying how much better their ship is.

5. You are not obligagated to put anything in your bio. pronouns? optional, sexuality? optional, nothing has to be there. I take the route that everyone is aro/ace and non-binary until proven otherwise. Do check their bio before you use any pronouns though, its just good manners.

6. the search feature is god awful, it doesn't even do a keyword search. Avoid it at all costs. I tag stuff with what media it relates to/what it's about if i think I'll want to find it later.

7. Tags are for your semi-private thoughts. if you want to put your thoughts in the world for people to see but not necassarily be dragged along when someone reblogs it from you or make a joke you might not want everyone to see.

8. It's a bit more text focused stuff here than Twitter and Reddit twitter has the character limit and Reddit is... Reddit. Don't be afraid to post a 8 paragraph essay or whatever. At least your mutuals will see it.

9. You might want to have a personal tag for when something is queued or for when you add something to a post. I inverted this rule with my catch-all tag of "#zt adds something" for me it just marks when something is NOT queued as a concidence whenever I don't add to the post (reaction image, character analysis, HCs, etc) that goes in the queue.

10. The queue! the magical place where I shove all my random reblogs so they get spread out over the day. It exists, idk what else to say. Use it, or don't I'm not the boss of you.

11.

big news! this is how news spreads. Dean at the top says "I love you" Castiel at the bottom says the news. It's from supernatural, I didn't make the rule I'm just telling you about it. It was a whole thing learn more here.

12. confession time! i have not been here very long (only 4 months or so) and most of this info is not time tested, it's just how I personally use the site.

please ask me more follow up questions if you need! (or issue corrections)

#zt adds something #also minor notes:#commas don't work in tags on mobile they just seperate it into two tags.#'<' and '-' get combined into <- it works the same with the other direction ->.#there's also a limit of 30 tags and a character limit of 140 per tag.#tumblr academy

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crusherthedoctor · 2 years

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No listen because I am just SO tired of seeing this.

It's happened with 2012 TMNT and it's happening with Sonic, like in every single form of media Sonic has.

People watch/read something they don't like and spread unnecessary hate/rumors about the media as if it won't affect anyone else. I've been a victim of this for so long and I genuinely don't understand why people just can't decide to stop watching something if they don't like it. The only reason I think this happens is because they WANT to spread hate for the media and that upsets me so much.

I understand criticism. It is necessary when it is necessary. But you can't sit there and say "this isn't my Sonic" and then continue to read the comics and find "your Sonic". There is no one Sonic, and I am sick and tired of people treating him like some. Thing they can just take for themselves.

Sonic is allowed to express emotion. The problem that I have with him is that he doesn't do it often, but this isn't me complaining about it because this was an intentional choice by SEGA/IDW, they have proven and said it many times now. He is not some robot, it wouldn't make any sense for him to get back up from being electrocuted and almost drowned (which is one of his biggest fears, by the way) and be expected to be okay. That exact thing happened in Forces and you all complain about it, but you expect that to happen here??? Istg make up your minds.

What Surge said was a lot. What he went through was a lot. He's going to be tired and angry. It's normal and it's allowed.

I have said this before and I will say it again: If you don't like reading the comics, then stop reading them just to hate on them. And if you can't do that for some reason, then stop posting your hate in the idw Sonic tags, make a anti-idw tag if it appeases you. But stop making it seem like they're ruining Sonic's character when other people are trying to enjoy this new direction.

I already use an anti tag for my more bitter-tasting posts about the comic.

I already stopped buying the comic a long time ago, because I'm not going to waste money on somthing that continues to disappoint me. As for why I continue to acknowledge it, that's because pretending it's not there won't make it go away, especially since it's still ongoing and still influencing the rest of the franchise to an extent. Not to mention the sheer amount of influence that Ian Flynn in particular has been given lately. It's kind of impossible to ignore.

I already limit my thoughts to my own blog and the reblogs of those who share similar opinions. If I'm reblogging a comment of someone who likes the comic, it's usually for the sake of bringing up a valid point rather than going "fuck IDW" and leaving it at that. And I tend to use the aforementioned anti tag on top of that.

I already go out of my way to NOT hunt down IDW fans' blogs just to shit on them and their enjoyment, nor do I wish ill upon them for having a different opinion. You know. Like what they do with me and my friends.

Sonic is allowed to show emotion, yes. Neither me or anyone else who has criticised the comic has ever said that he shouldn't. But different characters express their emotions in different ways, and not every character is going to react with 100% emotion. Sonic is a subtle character despite his simplicity and outward demeanour, and the games - the core and meat of the franchise, whether you like it or not - have consistently shown that when he's feeling particular strong emotions, he does it in his own way. Are you seriously going to tell me with a straight face that he wasn't cold to Erazor and then sympathetic with Shahra in Secret Rings, or sad when he seemingly lost his friends in Lost World, or when Emerl died in Battle? Fans demand for nuance, and yet they refuse to see it when it's there, in favor of shallow drama where everyone calls out their feelings like a Pokemon attack.

Also, Sonic gets back up in the face of adversary all the time. It's one of the most consistent displays of his resolve, with Black Knight being a famous example.

Also-also, while Sonic does have trouble with water, him having an outright fear of water is something that's only true in adaptations and mistranslations.

As for Forces... complaining about what in Forces? I genuinely don't know what you're referring to here. Do you mean the line about torture? Because I don't actually mind that line as much as most fans do, even if was a bit hamfisted in execution.

And spreading hate and rumors? How about you take that complaint to the people who are actually guilty of that? As in, the stans who stalk and send threats to people like myself who don't like the comic, and try to gaslight us? I've never done that once, no matter how passionately I've ranted about my issues with the comic.

But it's always us, isn't it? The people who actually engage in legitimately twisted and dangerous behaviour are allowed to do what they do, but the moment you explain on your own blog why a comic's character decisions don't work, oh no, THAT'S inexcusable.

If you're going to request that I silence my problematic Sonic thoughts like a good little subservient, the least you could do is pay attention to what I actually do and don't do. Your inability to tolerate the mere thought that someone isn't in love with what this comic has been doing with the characters ("stop making it seem like they're ruining Sonic's character") is not my problem.

#Crusher's Asks #Opinion #Anti-IDW Sonic #Oh look it's that anti tag that I already use

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