#my manic goblin dream boy

[hotluncheddie]

Luck o' the Irish

written for the May @steddiemicrofic prompt 'top' !

wc: 510 | rated: T | cw: alcohol | tags: Modern AU, Meetcute, Gay Disaster Eddie Munson, Platonic Hellcheer, Buckingham, Chubby Steve Harrington (as always)

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‘Stupid water looks gross green.’ Eddie mumbles to himself, leaning on the railing and looking down at the dyed Chicago river.

Someone knocks into him, his beer sloshing onto his hand and all he gets is a distant ‘sorry dude’ thrown his way.

The only reason he’s here is Chrissy’s determination to end his dry spell, which somehow means making him hang out at overcrowded bars on St Patrick’s day. 

He kind of hates it. But he love her, even if hungover Chrissy is like living with a troll... He should ask her if she knows any riddles. 

He giggles to himself and downs the rest of his beer. Gripping the railing more tightly as he sways a little. Maybe he needs a water.

‘Eddie!’ Chrissy squeals, shoving back over to him through the crowd. ‘Look! I made friends! They escaped from Hawkins too!’ She lunges at him, wrapping her skinny arms around his neck and squeezing. 

Chrissy lets go to hook elbows with a tall, freckled girl wearing a forest green button up and slacks. Totally Chrissy’s type. Soft butch, cute. 

‘Hi.’ Eddie waves, giving Chris a look and smiling as the girl keeps glancing sideways at her, like she can’t believe her luck. 

Eddie likes her, he decides. 

‘Eddie this is Robin and, oh, where’d your friend go?’ Chrissy asks, straining her neck and leaning more heavily into the girls side. Freckle girl, Robin, goes even redder. Yeah, Eddie likes her. 

‘Hey.’ Someone says from Eddie’s left. He turns and finds a guy standing next to him, with big soft eyes and green glitter on his cheeks, a green bandana tied around his neck, highlighting his soft jaw. White tank and tight blue jean shorts showing off the hairy chub of his waist and thighs… He’s gorgeous. 

‘Oh! Here’s Steve.’ Chrissy chirps. ‘Robs friend! From Hawkins! Steve this is my friend Eddie, the one I was telling you about.’ Her eyes on Eddie sharp, because she knows, knows Steve is exactly his type.

‘To-top o’ the mornin’ to ya.’ Eddie stammers.

Steve raises an eyebrow. Crossing his arms and Eddie is so not distracted by the way his pecs flex, little peak of cleavage visible at his neckline, flecks of glitter shimmering in his chest hair. 

Eddie snaps his eyes back up.

‘Are you Irish?’ Steve asks.

‘…no.’ 

‘Oh.’ He pouts. ‘Think I can still kiss you later though?’ His finger tracing the neckline of Eddie’s t-shirt. It’s Chrissy's from last year, faded green with “kiss me I’m Irish” stretched across his chest.  

Eddie gulps, cheeks going hot, but he manages to nod. 

A smile stretches across Steve’s face, stars shining in his eyes. ‘Well, aren’t I lucky.’ He murmurs, cocking his head to the side. 

‘Let's do shots.’ Chrissy declares, wicked grin on her face and she starts walking to the next bar over, pulling Robin with her. 

Eddie thinks again, vaguely, about water. 

But then he’s distracted by Steve’s fingers lacing with his own, soft smile on his face as he pulls Eddie along with him.  

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@marvel-ous-m

[samphill-incorrects]

Boothill: What's your deal with Sparkle?

Sampo: She's the "Manic pixie dream girl" to my "Depressed goblin nightmare boy"

Boothill: That shouldn't make a lick of sense... But it does

Sampo: Stick around longer and maybe I'll tell you your designated vibes, cowboy

Boothill: I can't wait ...

[stonecoldsilly]

most romanceable acofaf npcs, ranked:

wuvvy - she’s hot she’s a top she’s got a fucken poisoned blade i am NOT immune to fucked up evil women with anxiety disorders

king oberon - i can be ur manic pixie dream girl baby bring the mrs she’s invited too

viscountess grabalba - she deserves love and i deserve to be the one to give it to her 10/10 would not leave at the altar

princess suntar - i could fix her or she could make me worse i would not be pressed about it

prince apollo - he’s just a big Chonky Boy who honestly gives off strong dim vibes. i desire him carnally. have him washed and brought to my room.

theodore - hotter when he was in feral mode and i cannot call anyone chooch and take them seriously but he’s dtf three stars

baroness alven - she seemed cute as hell and supportive of antics we stan a poly queen

gorebladder - imagine being his tiny goblin wife up to silly little hijinks for six hours max, bliss

lord blemish/lady boil - tiny and vile and i don’t know if i can throw it back like goblins can

grandfather - listen i know he’s fucked up looking but. but. but. hear me out. he literally invented birds.

wanessa - like looking in a mirror 0/10 i could not live with my own failure

[nuclearr-wessels]

*☆. anonymous asked: Q u a r k or Brunt? .✧°

ID: Eight gifs from DS9, showing Quark in several different scenes. The colours are mostly orange, red and purple tones. Quark smiles in five of the gifs. End ID.

» make me choose challenge! ♡

[sharoscylla]

Feeling nostalgic! The first picture is more than a year old but I did the other three over the past couple of days. Senne (pink haired half elf) was the first really major long term RP character I ever had, more than 20 years ago on an IRC text+dicebot game called InterCity RPG. I remember it as an impossibly cool setting - everything I liked about Snow Crash plus high fantasy bullshit like orcs and elves and magic, it was my first exposure to roleplaying and I credit it with inspiring me to be a writer today, lol. And Senne was my longest running character, I picked her up literally the day school let out freshman year of high school and played her until the entire game shut down the summer after my senior year. She started out as a homeless teenager with unusual ninja skills (which, my painstakingly made geocities page explained, was a ruse: she had been infected with a nanomachine vampire virus (this was a thing that could happen in the game) when she was 13 years old and had been an assassin for decades, emigrating to the walled city the game was based in as an incredibly mentally ill 70 year old.)

She got cured of the virus, got to grow up, and started making a life for herself apart from her bloody and horribly abused past (except for when hired assassins and grieving sons/grandsons of her former targets hunted her down) and when the game ended she’d been building up a set of skills and connections and even became a bigger part of the community in general, known for being generally reliable when things REALLY mattered and a huge flake the rest of the time haha. She would have been “17/18” when the game ended, and was growing into a complete badass.

Over the almost 20 years since then, there HAVE been a few people who stayed in contact - some of us played together for a few more years in its spiritual successor, an IRC game called New Reno (a fallout 2 game, natch) and then THAT game’s spiritual successor (Signal to Noise, based of one of my friend’s novel.) Unfortunately my life fell apart and I ghosted all of my friends in a depressive fugue, which makes sense considering what was happening in my life at the time, but I’ve always regretted it.

Well, in the meantime, one of the players from IC has been trying, over the last decade, to get people to come back together and pick back up: 20 years later in-game, with a 20 year war with the forces of hell (this was a thing that happened often in the game) going on, as older/wiser/more traumatized versions of our characters tried to put things right with the new generation. It didn’t wholly pan out - gameplay lasted maybe two and a half months, tops- but I got to reflect on what Senne did in the intervening years, and the character I made to play as a blank slate - Jonah Grimaldi, Senne’s adopted son who died in front of her and was brought back as a cyborg though a combination of a terrible abuse of magic and Faustian deals with evil roboticists - became the jumping off point for Best Boy Grim The Clown.

Before he was Grim the Cyborg Clown, though, he was Grim the Youngest Son, Grim the Dancer and Boxer and Flirt, Grim who learned magic at his new mother’s knee and made lightning dance from finger to finger before sending it through the bodies of whoever his Mum told him to hit. He couldn’t do magic anymore as a cyborg, but he couldn’t remember having ever wanted to do it - his cyborg brain is an incomplete scan of his dying meatbrain, and most of what he knows about himself is what his family thinks they remember about him.

Anyway, Senne ended up starting a courier service to take care of these kids she adopted (stole after rescuing) and eventually ended up becoming a mob boss who mostly did lots of horrifying things in order to protect and preserve the lives of the people living in her neighborhood, and Grim ended up, very briefly, becoming the kind of hero for hire she used to be. :)

[diamondnokouzai]

i cant fucking wait until im old enough to be weird. like just completely incomprehensible.

[feelerfronds]

jus tryna find the manic pixie dream boy to my panic nightmare goblin girl

[honeycombstrawberry]

I don't usually even read readerfic but you write it so well and there is smth about Adrian that just makes me so happy. You know like the manic pixie dream girl trope? He's my murderous goblin dream boy.

please i saw this message come in when i was at work and i laughed OUT LOUD this is so funny. you're so right like there is truly a switch that flips in my brain when i see him and i'll do absolutely anything for more of him. hashtag murderous goblin dream boy!!!!!

[alexthegamingboy]

Toonami Weekly Recap 9/11/2021

Fena: Pirate Princess EP#05 - Mutiny on the Blue Giant: The Goblin Knights find some unexploded gunpowder and use it to blast their way out. Meanwhile, O'Malley delivers Fena to Abel on his ship, the Blue Giant, but Abel refuses to pay her after noticing the cut on Fena's neck. After O'Malley leaves, Abel tells Fena that he knew her mother and that the Goblin Knights were just using her. On the Bonito II, Shitan tells the others that the only reason Sanada has been serving the Houtman family was to find the location of Eden where the Kusanagi sword, one of the legendary Three Sacred Treasures of Japan, is supposedly kept. Furthermore, Shitan tells the crew that Kei is coming personally to recover Fena, and they must return to Goblin Island or risk being branded as traitors. Despite this warning, Yukimaru decides to rescue Fena on his own. Back on the Blue Giant, after Fena and Cody have a conversation, a furious O'Malley confronts Fena. Abel stops O'Malley before she can take Fena off the ship. O'Malley reluctantly returns to her own ship, but decides to attack the Blue Giant in revenge. Abel reveals to Fena the portrait of a woman that turns out the be Fena's mother.

Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon EP#11 - Curse of the Man-Eating Pond: While Setsuna plays her violin in a clearing and Moroha overcooks pancakes in a portable cooking pot, she suddenly notices a bird being swallowed up by a pond of murky green water but Towa and Setsuna do not believe her and leave. They talk to Hisui and Kohaku, who concur that the pond is indeed inhabited by something that devours any who come near it. Seeing that Moroha was indeed correct, the half-demon twins leave to investigate the pond. Towa and Setsuna arrive, and Setsuna runs to stop young Hikoumaru from arguing with his younger sister Chiyo who wants to stop him from approaching the pond to avenge their parents, as she does not want to lose him, too. Towa scolds the boy for hurting his sister and states that he would regret letting go of her hand later. Back at the Corpse-Dealer's home, a disgusted Moroha is cleaning while complaining that she is suited to much better jobs. Takechiyo scolds her that it is the least she can do to pay of the debt she owes Juybei. Hikomaru and Chiyo take Towa and Setsuna to their home where they are raised by their grandmother. She explains that pond had been murky ever since she was a child but was once as clear as a mirror. Hikoumaru and Chiyo reveal that the "something" that has inhabited the pond is called Venom Serpent. The two siblings then notice the violin case, remembering that their father had played the Biwa near the pond when he was devoured. Setsuna plays the violin to comfort them but causes them to cry for their departed father. After a delicious meal, Towa and Setsuna are invited to stay the night. Towa later awakes and joins Setsuna outside the hut. She apologizes for accidentally falling asleep. Setsuna brushes her apology off. Towa firmly assures Setsuna that she definitely will find the Dream Butterfly. Setsuna simply says that her inability to sleep has been happening since she can remember and that it has not been a hardship for her. She then tells Towa to sleep, as they have a job slaying the Venom Serpent that has been inhabiting the pond for decades.

My Hero Academia Season 5 (My Villain Academia: Paranormal Liberation War Arc) EP#107 (19): More of a Hero Than Anyone: While Class 1A celebrates the start of the third semester, Aizawa and Present Mic are summoned to Tartarus Prison by Detective Tsukauchi and Gran Torino. There, the two learn that Kurogiri is a Nomu created using the corpse of their school friend Oboro Shirakumo. Since the Nomu retain some of their former personalities, Aizawa and Mic are asked to talk to Kurogiri in the hopes of getting information about the League of Villains. Once awake, Kurogiri grows concerned about Shigaraki's whereabouts, disturbing Aizawa since Shirakumo was always concerned for others. Aizawa and Mic bring up tales from their school days and have an emotional breakdown as they reveal just how much Shirakumo's friendship and death affected them. Kurogiri's programming fails, allowing Shirakumo's conscious to take over. Seeing his friends again, Shirakumo is only able to choke out "Hospital" before succumbing to Kurogiri again. This new clue is sent to Hawks. Elsewhere, All For One's doctor laughs manically as Shigaraki’s process of becoming his ultimate masterpiece is progressing better than expected.

Food Wars: The Fourth Plate (Promotion Exams Arc) EP#65 (04) - Aim for Victory!: Megumi remembers the training Shinomiya gave her during the train ride to improve her cooking with vegetables. Once cooking begins, Soma, Takumi, and Megumi begin working together to assist each other with their dishes, improving their efficiency. Momo finishes her Queen's Apple Tart, which is a special apple tart with the apples soaked in Damask rose syrup. Megumi responds with a dorayaki filled with diced apples. While it looks plain, the judges notice that the flavors are brought out thanks to Megumi's use of apple butter. Megumi reveals she used the Monte au Beurre technique, a skill she learned from Shinomiya, to make the apple butter. While impressed, the judges aren't convinced that Megumi's dorayaki is superior to Momo's apple tart until they discover something inside the dorayaki that shocks them.

Black Clover: The Spade Kingdom and the Dark Triad Arc EP#165 - Water Crusade: In the Spade Kingdom a spy from the Clover Kingdom is discovered in Dante’s office, revealed to be wearing a Black Bull robe under their cape. Vanica, the one who cursed Loropechika, demands Loropechika duel her while her masochistic subordinate, Disciple Robero, keeps Noelle and Mimosa busy. Vanica also reveals that she cursed each of the Disciples with immortality, meaning none of the Disciples have actually been defeated. The Disciples all recover from their injuries and continue attacking the kingdom, with Vanica revealing they will only die if they kill her first. As they duel Vanica hints at the impending capture of Vangeance and Yami. Loropechika, who has inherited the knowledge and experiences of all previous Heart Queens in a library in her mind, realises they are trying to grow the Tree of Qliphoth and destroy the human world. Combining Mana Zone with Mana Words Loropechika succeeds in halving Vanica’s magic power while increasing Noelle’s, which unlocks her Valkyrie Dress' Mermaid Form, but she is still almost overwhelmed. Loropechika, who had previously admitted she felt afraid and thus unfit to be queen, decides not to be afraid and begins her plan to defeat Vanica. By forcing Vanica to draw all the blood from her body using her own Blood Magic, she begins using Megicula’s magic instead of her own. At that moment, Secre appears and seals Megicula’s magic in an eternal prison.

[consumedkings-archive]

30 questions tag game!

rules. answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better. (i want to know all of you and i’m not gonna swing 20 lmfao)

i was tagged by @faithchel + @lilwritingraven, thank u lovelies!!

i’m tagging @chyrstis, @baeogorath, @shallow-gravy, @kasiapeia, @empirics, @strafethesesinners, and @oorah22 (if you guys haven’t done it already don’t listen to my lizard brain) and anyone else who wants to play!

name/nickname: ashlyn/ash

gender: female

star sign: aquarius

height: 5′10

time: 8:44 am

birthday: january 24th

favorite bands: fall out boy, pvris, the wombats, green day, night argent

favorite solo artists: oh god there’s so many. billie eilish, doja cat, rob zombie (does he count??), hozier, finneas, svrcina, IT NEVER ENDS

song stuck in my head: "living dead girl” by rob zombie.

last movie: eastern promises

last show: devilman crybaby (yes i am rewatching for the 14th time)

when did I create this blog: breh idk i’ve had this sideblog for a million years

what do i post: memes & whatever my dumpster fire lizard brain comes up with

last thing googled: roses of heliogabalus - i’m christmas shopping for myself don’t @ me!!!

other blogs: lux--aurea is my main but tbh THIS is my main now

do i get asks: yes and that is CRAZY to me, i am a goblin what could i possibly offer yall

why i chose my url: once many moons ago i manically played tesv and my favorite house to own in that game is in solitude, proudspire manor. thus, the url which i can no longer change.

following: 143

followers: on this blog, 45

average hours of sleep: 5!

lucky number: 13 baby

instruments: i play a mean clarinet

what am i wearing: a giganto sweater and shorts because i can’t decide if i want to be warm or cold

dream job: author!

dream trip: iceland for sure, would also love to go back to italy someday

favorite food: does redbull count

nationality: fuck i can never remember what this one is american?

favorite song: changes all the time but rn would have to be “boyshit” by madison beer

last book read: swansong by robert mccammon

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: oh shoot. dragon age, stardew valley, hades (the video game).

[elderbwrry]

17 questions 17 people!

Tagged by @thembohux! Thank you :)

Nickname: I never got one in real life :/ on here, people tend to shorten it to Pom which I like bc it reminda me of pomegranates

Zodiac: aquarius

Height: 5'3 or 4? I really need to check

Hogwarts House: I always hoped for Slytherin and I always got Ravenclaw

Last thing I googled: ok so does anyone know the movie Quills? Imdb for that

Song stuck in my head: Two Old Friends by Magna Carter

Number of Followers: 110

Amount of Sleep: at least 7.30 hours but I never manage 9 like I want to

Lucky Numbers: -8 and maybe 11?

Dream Job: Actor/Writer/Director

Wearing: black culottes and a graphic panda t-shirt

Favourite Author: Patrick Ness, Marcus Sedgewick and Margaret Atwood, though I could probably go on for hours. And I always love to read @elysiansith's writing! Also @ashenpages' TROS fix-it really Got Me the other day.

Favourite Instrument: 🅱️ A S S

Aesthetic: goth except I never quite got there. My friend informed me the other day I have the 'manic pixie dream girl' look down

Favourite Song: I always come back to Golden Brown by the Stranglers

Favourite Animal Noise: I heard a wild owl once, which was epic. Alternatively, the humming of insects in the forest.

Random: 245 day streak on Swedish duolingo! I have had 0% conversation practice, but otherwise it's going well

I'm not sure I have 17 people who I'm confident in tagging, but if you guys want (no pressure!):

@ashenpages @tiny-increments @headfulloffantasy @millicent-is-goose @that-dumpster-angel-from-space @innocentcinnamonpun @emseebeans @goblin-boy-feral-girl

And please, if you see it and want to do it, I tag you ☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ

[unnursvanablog]

1. 2. 6. 10. !

Thanks :)

1. A popular drama you didn’t like.

So many, but the ones I turn my nose up at when people talk about 'omg, this drama was so amazing, totally flawless, one of a kind' sort of thing are Goblin and Strong woman Do Bong Soon. I really don't get it, tbh. Like, when I see people recommending them or saying they are their all time fav I kinda go ugh whhyyyy. 

I don’t know why, yet I kinda do. I just don’t like being that... mean? I don’t like having that reaction to someone's favorite thing, if that makes sense. Because I have had that sort of thing thrown in my face a lot of times for my interests. But then again, I am not going ugh why over people liking to read YA or watch kdramas, so I guess that’s different? I am basing it on a particular thing within that genre or... yeah idk.

2. An unpopular drama that you like

Circle (Sci-fi drama with Yeo Jin Goo and Gong Seung Yeon) and Tamra the Island (sageuk that was airing way back in the day... in the same time slot as Boys Over Flowers if I recall correctly) come to mind.

I am basing it on underappreciated dramas that people just never really watched at the time, not dramas that lot of people loathed but I enjoyed. Because I can't really think of a drama based on that criteria.

6. A popular pairing that you didn’t like

I have been impartial to a whole lot of kdrama pairings, like the main couple from It's Okay to Not Be Okay, for example. But pairings I actually dislike? The pairing from Goblin. Nah, just creepy for me. I can't get into it at all. I prefer the women to be the lonely, cursed, mythological creature tbh. I don't think I have seen a show where the man is the god/immortal being and the woman is not that has done it for me. But I have examples of the woman being immortal and the man not... and it has worked for me.

More women as cursed immortals with tragic pasts and soft male leads that have to nurture them into loving the world again. Give them some manic pixie dream boys.

I want to say the mr. sunshine couple... because thinking about Lee Byung Hun with Kim Tae Ri kinda makes me 🤮 but I never watched it, so I don't think it counts.

10. A drama you liked in the beginning but ended up dropping

*looks over the dropped dramas on my Mydramalist page*

A lot of the time if I really liked a show and then it goes south... I often begrudgingly stick with it through the bitter end while it's the ones I am was just 'eh, this is fine' on that I drop when they just don't hold my attention any longer.

Lovestruck in the City in the city was the most recent one I dropped, like only today, because I just kept reaching for my phone to scroll through some other social media site, update by goodreads, washing the dishes etc while watching it. And I do think it's the shame that I am just not clicking with it, because I thought the first episodes had potential and the actors were great... but the main guy is just so annoying. I don't care if he has JCW's gorgeous face... he is so clingy and I just can't stand him. Or most characters on that show tbh.

[rcmos]

hello !! im june && im so excited to be here. i’m here to hoard all the plots like a goblin with my trashy son so please like this post if you’d like to plot && i’ll hit you up asap !! coolcoolcoolcool

( henry zaga / male ) LEONARDO RAMOS is 25 years old and is a SENIOR at thales university. he is majoring in BUSSINESS and is known for being THE STEPFORD SMILER as he can be CHARASMATIC and AFFABLE as well as DISINGENUOUS and DECEPTIVE. every time i see him, he reminds me of a CHARMING SMILE, SCATTERED POLAROIDS, AND A CALCULATED DEMEANOR. ( june / 24 / she&her / gmt+2)

BASICS.

✘ leonardo ramos was originally born in brazil and later moved to the states when he was 10 years of age

✘ 25 years of age, born 13th of june

✘ member of the ghoul gang, close friend to steven.

✘ has a somewhat secret passion for photography

✘ somewhat recently discovered bisexual, exploring and figuring out his sexuality

✘ social smoker who has tried to quit many times 

✘ grandfather is a cop and leo would often sneak into his office to poke and pry into files. he especially fell in love with crime scene photos and developed a bizarre obsession with crime and the macabre.

ABOUT.

✘  leonardo ramos was born into the ‘picture perfect’ family. perfect home, perfect marriage, perfect children. his father an incredibly successful business owner while his mother is a hot shot lawyer. appearances are everything to the ramos and this extends to the ramos children as well. his eldest brother followed in his mother’s footsteps and pursued law, leaving the expectation of taking over the family bussiness in the hands of leonardo. his life was planned from the moment he was born, and he’s never known anything else.

✘  despite what image may appear on the outside, the ramos family in highly dysfunctional. there is no love, there is no affection, there is only appearances. the american dream on the outside, numbess on the inside. they do what they must, not what they desire. everything is neatly placed on the shelf for all to see, but no one seems to notice the cracks that linger.

✘  leo does not have a genuine personality. it is incredibly rehearsed and planned. every word, action and emotion is carefully calculated. everything must be in life with the image of perfection in mind. he was taught how to behave and anything less would not be tolerated. his facade comes across as exceptionally sweet and kind, a man who always knows what to say. some say his kindness and easy-going nature is his best virtue, a golden boy. he is not kind because he wants to be, or because he cares, it’s what is expected of him. 

✘  leo is the kind of person you want to bring home to your parents, someone to polite and affectionate. he always knows what to say, his gestures always endearing. his charm gets him where he needs to be, a perfect smile that never cracks. a heart of gold some may say. however, it’s all an act. leo very rarely acts on emotion, if anything emotions are a foreign concept to him. no, leonardo has learned to mimic those around him. every response, every feeling, every situation has a formulated response. nothing is natural, nothing comes from the heart, it is very analytical and precise.

✘ not many people are aware of how deceptive leo is, he plays it off very well. it’s the entire point, to pretend and fool those around him. to carefully create a pristine image of himself. the perfect son, the perfect student -- whoever he was expected to be he plays it off well. most people are under the notion that he is perfectly kind and sweet, a genuine soul who truly cares. hell, at time leo even falls for his own act. he forgets it’s not who he is. he forgets how robotic and calculated he is. he forgets how empty and hollow his heart truly is.

✘  the only genuine aspect about leo is his passion, perhaps obsession, with true crime and mystery. as a child he snuck into his grandfather’s office and peeked through his files, especially the photographs. such graphic and gruesome photos seemed to have scarred him, but not in a way one might except. it began an obsession. poking his nose into places he shouldn’t. if his life was his own, he would have pursued criminology. that was not apart of the ramos’ family plan, however. so he keeps it to himself, and a few select friends. 

✘  leo’s second passion in life would be photography. however, not really for the art of it all. no, he likes to document things. locations, details, mysteries....however, people are his favourite subject. he snaps these photographs without their knowledge, or permission rather, as he likes to keep track of those around them. analyze them on a much more personal level. he likes to watch and take notice mimic behaviours so he can better perfect himself. he likes to think of himself as some detective uncovering the truth, when in reality he’s simply allowing obsession to take control of him.

✘  leo tends to keep to himself, closed off when it comes to anything personal involving him. there are few who know him past the image he has created for himself, particularly the ghoul gang, the ones he indulges with and shows a different side of him. however, despite allowing others to be closer to him, everything is still calculated. he picks and chooses what he allows others to see. it’s the only way he knows how to function. raw emotions cause him to irrational and at times manics,

✘  the death of steven was a situation he never quite expected, nor planned for. the emotions that came with it were unfamiliar and terrified him. so he shut them all off. his response has been robotic, static, empty. he did not cry, he did not mourn, he simply remained blank. he cannot calculate the situation,  he cannot plan or mimic. he has no idea what to do, and it has left his deceptive nature open to the world to see. how can someone to be analytical of a close friend’s death. how is he supposed to keep his pristine image in tact once his friends finally see the emptiness behind his eyes. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS.:

✘  first relationship -- he’s dated many people in his life, but there was one person that came into his life that he, somehow, developed very deep and true feelings for. it scared him, he couldn’t quite plan past his nerves, and often fumbled and messed up quite often. the relationship inevitably failed and leo found it near impossible to open himself up completely.  

✘  exes -- he’s had various relationships here and there ( a man has needs ykno ), some ended on good terms while others were bad. some were superficial, some were something more. 

✘  best friend -- someone who he lets in, just a little. they know him more than most, and they can see past his act and choose to stick along anyways. they try their best to find the real leo, but it’s proven to be difficult. there’s glimpses of him, however. somewhere deep down a genuine soul lurks. 

✘  ghoul gang -- they perhaps know him better than anyone else. the people he geeks out with about mystery and crime. the ones he most likely spends time with the most. 

✘  experimenting -- someone he’s figuring out his sexuality with, someone to explore new things with. he doesn’t quite understand himself nor how he feels. he’s not hiding it, but he’s not open about it either. those who know, simply know, and he doesn’t quite divulge much with anyone else besides the person he’s with.   

✘  enemies -- people he just seems to clash with. he’ll remain sweet and kind as ever, but there’s a certain bite to it all. besides, it’s something fun to analyze. 

✘  study buddies, same majors, party friends, etc. -- anything and everything honestly. 

IM DOWN FOR ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING PLS HIT ME UP 

[charlienick]

hi and i love u. "i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth" for the prompts....

Richie has decided that his dream-self can get fucked. And not in the fun way.

When he’s 24, at least once per night, Richie has what he would describe as an erotic nightmare. He never actually has sex in these dreams, nor does he die or even get seriously maimed. But they’re still definitely erotic, and they’re definitely nightmares. 

The first went something like this:

He is tied to a chair. He can’t get up. The rope is chafing his skin. He struggles against the darkness, but he does not move. He can’t. Squinting out into the inky black, he wonders if he’s wearing his glasses. It’s only once he has that thought that he sees a spotlight lighting up his childhood kitchen. His refrigerator has magnets from Acadia National Park, a photo of him and Bill flipping off the camera and laughing, a copy of his sonogram. The sight of it makes him ache in a way he can’t describe, nor does he have time to, because stepping out of the hallway and into the light is his childhood best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Eddie is wearing a cream-colored sweater that he wore a lot in his late-teens and the bright red shorts he was so fond of in middle school. It’s a jarring combination, because Richie never saw him wear those two articles of clothing at the same time, let alone in the same era. He’s picking at a thread spinning loose from the sweater, looking down at it. He bites his bottom lip, and Richie starts to feel nervous, uncomfortable, because whenever he finds himself wishing Eddie were a woman so that it would feel normal for him to want to take his lip between his own, he looks away. Makes a joke. Averts attention from the ache in his heart, in his head, in his jeans.

He can’t do that now. He tries, but he doesn’t succeed. There’s something invisible keeping his head pointed forward. Eddie snaps his eyes up, smirks with the lip still caught in his teeth, and says… something. Richie can’t hear him from so far away, his hearing fuzzy the way his vision always is. The smirk isn’t cruel, isn’t mean or even teasing. Eddie looks proud of himself. He shucks off his sweater in one fluid movement and drops it to the linoleum beneath him. His skin shines golden, and Richie can hardly breathe. He feels like he’s being asphyxiated, and he bucks his hips, turned on and terrified.

And then he wakes up.

Dreams like this have happened almost nightly for months now. Once, it’s Eddie giving him a lap dance while he’s tied to the couch in their apartment. Another time, Bev catches Eddie stripping for him in his bedroom, and her laughter echoes all the way into the waking world. Regardless of the content of his dreams, Richie always remembers them in painstaking detail, and it’s really causing a rift between he and Eddie.

This sucks major donkey dick for three reasons: the first is that Richie is, like, deeply uncomfortable in his own home at all times. He can’t look at Eddie with his feet propped up on the ottoman without remembering how his legs looked wrapped around Richie’s waist, can’t hear his voice without remembering how he sounded moaning Richie’s name. The second reason, of course, is that Eddie is his best friend, and it’s shitty that Richie can’t find comfort in that the way he used to.

The third reason is that Eddie is starting to fucking notice.

He cornered Richie in the kitchen while he was making himself breakfast two mornings ago, and demanded he tell him what he did wrong because he couldn’t stand another weird, uncomfortable second of this weird standstill he and Richie had found themselves in. “What weird, uncomfortable standstill?” Richie had basically responded with, chuckling manically like that wouldn’t be a total tip-off that things were in fact weird and uncomfortable.

He has stopped walking around in his boxers, terrified that he’s going to get a hard-on when Eddie, like, waters the fucking spider plant and his shirt rides up and Richie short-circuits and has a total meltdown.

So he figures he’s attracted to his best friend. So what, he says to himself alone in his bedroom after jacking off the moment he woke up for the fifth day in a row. So I’m attracted to Eddie. Eddie is a pretty boy. This means nothing. I’m still straight.

He considers bringing this up to Stan, because next to Eddie, Stan is his best friend, but Stan would definitely laugh at him and say something like you’re an idiot. Go kiss your roommate and leave me be, which, okay, true, but not necessary. He knows, Brain-Stan! He’s aware the situation is reaching its boiling point! But he can’t exactly fucking tell Eddie, hey, I wanna suck your dick, but no homo, O best friend of mine! Eddie wouldn’t understand that the situation is precariously balanced between Richie’s suppression and the knowledge that Eddie has definitely sucked dick before.

Because Eddie was able to come out after he and the Losers moved from Maine to San Francisco, he has caught some dick regularly for the past six years. He’s pretty, as Richie’s head, heart, and apparently now dick all agree upon, and the four or so men he has in rotation all seem to think so, too. When Eddie would bring home a suitor prior to Richie’s epic sexual breakdown, he would just scamper over to Bev and Ben’s, or go bother Stan, Mike, and Bill at theirs. Now however, because on top of being attracted to his best friend, he’s also a goddamn masochist, and he’s staying holed up in his room listening to Eddie get fucked (or fuck? He isn’t certain on the makeup of his screwings, though not for lack of trying), one hand stripping his dick, feeling like a total and complete asshole. 

Richie knows that one’s sexuality is not always privy to one’s knowledge of whether or not the person would be interested in bedding him or not, and his wild imagination is not totally hinged upon reality. Bev and Ben would definitely not tie him up and have their way with him, but that’s still a familiar fantasy in his spank bank; he knows it will never happen, but it’s called a fantasy for a reason. However, jacking off to the sound of actual-Eddie’s moans and sighs is definitely crossing a line, and he knows it.

So since that one fated, sordid evening, he has decided that he isn’t going to jack off at all until either the dreams stop or he’s able to talk this out with Eddie in a normal way without totally having a mental breakdown.

This was a stupid decision, he decides ten days in, because it seems like the dreams aren’t going to stop and he’s going to have to face this for real or his subconscious might actually eat him alive. He’s not going to give into his libido because his heart is stronger than that. His weak willpower will not be his downfall.

So he decides to talk to Ben, because he’s the least likely to make fun of him about this, and because he might be able to knock some sense into him.

“Wait, you and Eddie aren’t making love already?” Ben’s face screws up in confusion. “Oh.”

“What do you mean, oh? We haven’t ever knocked boots because I’m straight as an arrow.”

“Sorry to inform you, Rich, but having… ‘erotic nightmares’ about your male best friend isn’t exactly heterosexual behavior.” Richie goes to cut in, but Ben holds a hand up. “And what would be so wrong with liking boys? Or liking Eddie?” Richie snaps his mouth shut. “Eddie is the best. You love Eddie as a friend, right?”

“Totally, yeah, I mean, yeah!” Richie rambles, nodding violently.

Ben smiles patiently, “So what would be so bad about loving him all the way?”

“I… I didn’t know… I mean, I’ve had sex with girls. It just doesn’t light a fire under my dick the same way this seems to. He’s so pretty, and I don’t quite know how to go back to seeing him the way I used to now that I see him so clearly. It’s like I’ve been looking at him without my glasses on my whole life, and now everything is so much less fuzzy. Like I understand it better now.” His eyes widen as the silence stretches on, Ben smiling softly the whole time. “I mean, uh, you know, he could hop on my dick and I wouldn’t say no. Then I’d have fucked the whole Kaspbrak clan.”

Ben’s nose wrinkles in distaste, so he doesn’t respond to that. Instead, he says, “Tell him, Richie. I promise it won’t go badly.”

“But what if he doesn’t want to fuck me back?”

“You really think all this is is sex, Richie?” Ben asks quietly. He offers him another smile, an encouraging one this time, “And I already promised—it won’t go badly.”

So Richie decides, fuck it. He’ll tell Eddie tomorrow.

But then he wakes up in a cold sweat from tonight’s newest erotic nightmare, this time leaning more heavily on the nightmarish aspect than the erotic, and he decides tomorrow can’t wait. Tonight. He’s doing this right now, because he can’t stand another moment not being close to Eddie.

He puts on his glasses, pads out of his room and knocks softly on Eddie’s door. “Eds? You up?” Silence. He knocks a bit harder. “Eddie?” He hears Eddie sniff harshly from inside his room, and something knocks loudly. “Eds? You okay?”

“Mmph,” comes Eddie’s muffled reply. “Come in, you dick.”

Richie smiles and does as he’s told. He can see Eddie relatively clearly through the slats in the blinds open to the moon high above them. He’s rubbing the side of his head, his hair a total mess, his shirt rumpled, his frown intense, and Richie realizes, fuck, I love this angry little goblin. Jesus Christ, I love him.

“Hitting your head on the headboard is way less fun when you’re by yourself,” he grumbles. He wraps an arm around his knees and tilts his head. “What’s up at… 3:50 AM?”

“I…” Richie breathes out unsteadily. He decides to go with the truth: “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh. Shit,” Eddie frowns, pulling back the blankets. “You wanna cuddle?”

Richie nods dramatically and pitches himself into Eddie’s bed, immediately wrapping himself around Eddie. Eddie snorts, laughs quietly, and turns in Richie’s hold, slotting their thighs together so they’re facing one another. “Dick. You know I don’t like to be the little spoon, ‘specially with you and your newborn-deer limbs.”

“Can’t you make an exception just this once, Spaghetti?” Richie smiles, but he’s really only teasing; he’s just fine with this.

“So long as you tell me what the dream was about.” Richie tenses in Eddie’s hold, thinking, shit, I really should’ve assumed he’d ask. “I mean, if you want. But until you tell me, I demand to be the big spoon.”

Richie sighs, turning in Eddie’s hold only because it’ll be easier to say it if he isn’t looking right at him. “So I’ve been having these… we’ll call them erotic nightmares.”

“That sounds like a term you thought of weeks ago and are very proud to finally get the chance to utter.”

“Die.” Eddie snorts. “Actually, don’t-don’t do that,” Richie whispers, “please don’t die.”

“I won’t,” Eddie says, sounding like he’s about to laugh but trying not to. “Was that what the dream was about tonight? Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately?”

“Sort of, yeah. You were, uh, you were on top of me, and you… I didn’t even see it coming. Your heart, it was… I don’t even think it could ever happen in real life.”

Eddie slips a hand beneath Richie’s shirt, cupping his hip bone and rhythmically running his thumb in the hollow between it and his stomach. “It didn’t happen, Rich. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Richie breathes out, less shaky this time, and nods. “Okay.”

A long pause, and then, “You said these nightmares, they’re erotic.” Richie’s blood runs cold. Fuck, he didn’t want this to be how he said it. “Is that why I was on top of you?”

“Sort of,” Richie whispers. “Yeah.”

“Like… Like this?” Eddie dislodges his thigh out from between Richie’s and hooks it over his hips, forcing him to lay flat on the bed. Eddie hovers over him, eyes dark and electric in the moonlight. He looks ethereal, holy, and nothing like he did in the dream. “What happens next? When I’m above you like this?”

“It’s different every time,” Richie says all in one breath. Eddie’s boxer shorts are hanging and brushing against the tops of Richie’s thighs. He feels a light breeze away from spontaneously combusting. “Sometimes you dance for me.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose, laughing quietly, “I can’t dance.”

“I know that, but my dreams don’t.” Eddie smile drops in an instant.

“What else?”

“Sometimes you hold me down⁠—”

Richie cuts himself off with a gasp when Eddie nudges Richie’s hands out from where they’re balled in Eddie’s sheets and presses them down to the bed beside his head. “Like this?” Richie chokes, nodding. He can’t say anything. He can hardly breathe. “What’s next, Richie?”

“You-you grind on me ‘til you—oh, holy shit.” Eddie swivels his hips in a tight circle against Richie’s dick, both of them already hard.

“Yeah? You been dreamin’ of me like this, Rich? How long?”

“What?”

“How long,” he grinds down low, and Richie moans, “have you,” he does it again, and Richie gasps, keening loudly, “been dreaming of me? Because I’ve been dreaming of you for years, Rich.”

“Motherfucking tap-dancing Jesus, you have?” Richie demands.

“Of course I have. Sometimes, when I bring a boy home, I pretend he’s you.”

“Oh my God.”

“Sometimes I accidentally say your name.”

Richie bucks his hips, feeling wild, caged. “Eddie, please, I need—”

“What do you want, Rich? I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Kiss me.” And he does. It’s everything and nothing like Richie dreamed it would be. It’s hot, searing, Eddie’s mouth a brand against his own, but the way Eddie is licking into his mouth feels nothing like he dreamed it would. It feels like he just wants to take care of Richie; he really wants to give Richie everything he asks for, and Richie feels drunk with the power-rush that brings. Beautiful, perfect, wonderful Eddie Kaspbrak wants to give him what he asks.

“Eddie,” he pants, and Eddie immediately pulls away, eyes liquid as they rake over Richie’s chest, still covered in his shirt. The light weight of it is suddenly stifling. “Please take off my shirt.”

“Of course, baby,” Eddie murmurs, unlocking their fingers and helping Richie sit up so he can do as he’s asked. “That better, angel?”

“Oh my God,” Richie whines, nodding. “This is so hot.”

Eddie smiles, “I agree. You’re definitely as beautiful as I dreamed you’d be.”

“You dreamed about me, too?” Richie sighs, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the thought of Eddie stripping his dick to the girls Richie’s brought home.

“Of course, Richie,” Eddie responds, hushed as he maps out Richie’s torso with the palms of his hands. One of his thumbs catches on Richie’s nipple, and he hisses, then gasps when he does it again. “Sometimes it’s sex dreams, like yours, but sometimes I dream you take me out to eat, or to the movies. Once, I dreamed you asked me to marry you and I woke up crying.”

“Eddie,” Richie says, all broken into pieces, jagged edges that sound serrated. “I would. You know I would, right?”

Eddie smiles softly, leaning over Richie and lacing their fingers back together, but the weight of Eddie on top of him doesn’t feel so suppressive anymore. It’s a comfort. It’s everything he could never admit to wanting. “I do now.”

He captures Richie’s mouth again, kisses that fall over him like stars, like meteorites, planets exploding behind his eyelids and pop rocks fizzing in his blood. He’s a shaking mess by the time Eddie pulls back again, kissing his neck and then sucking a mark into his collarbone, to his pulse point. He feels ready to burst, nearing absolute explosion.

“I want to fuck you, Richie,” Eddie says against his skin, and Richie moans to the ceiling, eyes rolling back in his head. “I want to fuck you, but I need to know this isn’t a one time thing. I won’t be my best friend’s sexual experiment, and I won’t be your fuck buddy. I can’t.”

“Eddie, I… look at me, please look at me,” Richie begs, unlacing their fingers and cupping Eddie’s cheeks. He looks terrified, ready to work himself into a panic attack, so Richie says, “I want to fuck you too, but more than that, I want to fuck your heart.”

Eddie snorts and goes boneless, his forehead knocking into Richie’s chin. “I hate you so much. I can’t believe you just said you want to fuck my heart, that’s so gross, what does that even mean?”

“It means exactly what it sounds like,” Richie says, proud that he managed to distract Eddie from the burgeoning panic. “I want to fuck your heart.”

“No, I want to fuck your heart,” Eddie shoots back, frowning intensely. Richie’s responding smile is blinding.

“We’re heart-switches.”

“This is the worst day of my life.”

“Sure, Eds.”

“Don’t call me Eds in bed! I’m outlawing all nicknames when we’re hard, it’s uncouth!”

“What about…” Richie runs the tip of his nose over the thin skin of Eddie’s neck, “baby?”

“Oh,” Eddie sighs, elbows buckling where he’s holding himself over top of Richie, “baby’s good.”

“Yeah?” Richie smiles, hooking his hands up under Eddie’s shirt and bunching it under his arms. “What about angel, my love, is that one okay?”

“This isn’t fair,” Eddie whines, falling down to his elbows and crushing Richie as he laughs, “you can’t use my weak heart against me.”

“Weak?” Richie smiles against Eddie’s skin, feeling more at home than he ever has in his life. “Nah. I think you’re the strongest person I know.”

“Richie…” Eddie smiles, embarrassed, and leans up to kiss him again, which is fine with Richie, because he’s embarrassed, too. Thank god for erotic nightmares, Richie thinks as he cups Eddie’s hip and licks into his mouth, finally free, finally alive.

[luwupercal]

Konrad Curze is the complete opposite of a manic pixie dream girl. He is in fact, a depressed goblin nightmare boy. He spontaneously arrives into your life just to teach you that the world is a bad and horrible place through crazy and wacky adventures. Either that or you’re the manic pixie dream girl here. Honestly it could be both for all I know. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

konrad curze is the anti-Ramona Flowers

[toogayforthistoday]

Zeus, Hera, and Aphrodite?

Hi Anon! Because you didn’t pick anyone, I’m going to answer these for Husk! Time to show my Grumpy Old Man some love.

I’m stuck in a wind storm, and I’m terrified my powers gonna go out while I’m typing this up, so I apologize it took so long!

Zeus: How did you first meet your f/o(s)? How did you feel about each other at first?

The very first time we met... Uhh... Technically it was just after Alastor became my Patron, but we didn’t get a chance to talk, or even properly get introduced to each other, but I was aware of his existence.

Our actual introduction happened at the hotel.

Back on Earth, in the land of the living, there was a guy who decided that I had to be his “Manic Pixie Dream Girl”, despite the glaringly obvious fact that I am “Depressed Goblin Nightmare Boi”. I don’t like killing humans if I can help it, so I kept using my powers to get him to leave me the fuck alone. Well, turns out he managed to get a hold of his own Patron, and if he couldn’t have me, then no one could, and threw me into hell.

That landing is NOT soft.

To make matters worse, the Incel had also bound my powers so I couldn’t use them. I couldn’t even call Alastor to come get me. But I remembered him mentioning that he’d decided to ‘help’ the rehab hotel the princess was running, so I wandered hell for a bit, trying to find the damn place. It wasn’t the first time I’d been to hell, but it was the first time I’d been without Alastor escorting me, so find the Hotel took longer than it could have.

The look on Charlie’s face when she realized there was a human on her doorstep was hilarious, and I wish I’d taken a picture, that girl is so precious. Vaggie was warry as all get out, but considering who my Patron is, I don’t blame her. Alastor’s not the most likeable guy...

Husk finally looked up from his sleeping spot on the bar to yell at us to shut the hell up so he could sleep, and almost immediately recognized me, despite it having been a couple decades since he’d seen me last. He yelled at me to take a seat at the bar til Al could show up and ‘deal with my shit’, and warned everyone else off to not lay a finger on me.

We finally got properly introduced to each other and got to know each other pretty well, while we waited for Alastor to show up. It ended up being a week before he showed back up at the hotel, so we had all the time in Hell to talk with each other.

Husk acted grumpy that he was ‘stuck on babysitting duty’, but you know he was worried about the now powerless human stuck in Hell. I was still bothered by the fact that I couldn’t use my powers, and I was thankful that Husk was trying to take my mind off of it.

Hera: How did you first start your romantic relationship with your f/o(s)? How did the way you feel about each other evolve to get to that point?

...I’m not too sure how we started dating, to be honest? We got pretty shit-faced a bunch of times, and (I) woke up naked in each others beds, pleasantly sore and a little hung over. Then we just... started doing little things for each other without really thinking about it.

Then the pet names started, and it just snowballed from there. There was no official moment we started dating, we just... did.

Aphrodite: How do you and your f/o(s) like to show love to each other? Feel free to include your love languages, if you find that helpful.

Husk likes doing things for me, without me realizing immediately that he did something for me. He’s really content to just perform acts of service as long as I don’t bring attention to it. Ever.

I’m terribad with words, anyways, so I just thank with my love langue, physical contact, so it works out for us.

~ Gabe