#um. i don't actually remember a lot of others off the top of my head

[oh-meow-swirls]

my favorite part of my yo-kai watch hyperfixation is when i realize that some of the stuff i know is probably not actually common knowledge. most people probably actually don't know specific alleyways' names and shit-

[elmhat]

Dreblr Survey Results Pt.3 - Confessions.

So. The time has come. There was a section at the end of the survey where it simply said to "say something unhinged," and you really did! Here are some of the most entertaining ones.

Again, I'm pasting these directly from the form. If anyone thinks I wrote this stuff myself I think I'll go and sit under the sea for several hours.

⚠️ A lot of these are NSFW. I'm serious, please be responsible :)

People being really really funny

something unhinged

Something unhinged

Ur mom is unhinged

penis

Calls for violence against everyone who has ever wronged Dream

I want to blend (with a blender) c!q and c!sam and throw the substance to the wolves

Quackity should have died

I think Tommy should have stayed dead

Dream should have actually tortured tommy

Exile was hilarious. :)

Calls for… forgiveness?

they should've made up with c q in the finale streams

I forgive Q. We don't know what really happened behind the scenes.

Sam, both c! and cc!

Sam is Daddy and I know for a fact he reads AO3 fics that man is NOT normal

cc!sam closeted c!awesamdream shipper

I don't think anything I say can top Sam having a scrapbook of sexy criminals

you know how sam has a bunch of clones of himself to inhabit. alright now imagine him doing that with dream. this is how the awesamdream baby can still win.

c!Sam and c!Dream are fundamentally very different characters with very different wordviews but one of the few things they have in common is praise kink.

I don't think this counts as shipping but that's what I'm calling it

c!dnf gay sex post prison arc happy ending (REAL) (I SAW IT ON THE SCRIPT DOCUMENTS IN DREAM'S COMPUTER)

um um c!dnf in gay love idk they are the only ones for each other sorry

DNF kiss real

CDNF IS OVERHYPEDDDDDDDDDDDDDD I SAID IT AND I MEANT IT

If c!dreamnotnap had slept together i think dream would have stayed sane

i think s apnap fucks d ream with his small dick and they both love it and love each amen 🙏

i want to get c!sapnap pregnant

The most superior ship is Dream/Technoblade/Punz/DreamXD/Foolish/Kristin/Philza Because in this household we love big polycules

i think dream should've done more crime and fucked awesamdude

Dream and Sam fucked in that prison

C!DREAM IS A TRANS WOMAN AND AWESAMDREAM FUCKED NASTY IN THAT PRISON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreblr's overwhelming preoccupation with c!Awesamdream is getting kinda worrying ngl

dream and quackity are what I seek in a relationship

c dreamity is my otp i love those unhinged bastards kissing eachother

Dreambur needs more love and I’m tired of it being pushed aside

is it even unhinged to assume that Dream fucked Fundy, Fundy's dad (Wilbur) and Fundy's Grandpa (Phil) I feel like that's just a regular sentimet on dreblr by now

dreamza prevails

Dnb best ship

Doomsday trio deserves to fuck nasty imho

He fucked that old man

c!Dream needs to get dicked down I think that would solve a lot of problems post nut clarity if you will

NSFW so don't feel like you need to put this in any compilation i completely understand BUT whenever the c!sam cuck chair crosses my dash, in my head it's traditional dynamic omegaverse c!dnb. c!sam's an alpha who wanted to show off to omega c!dream before claiming and mating with him for their mutual first time. he decides to do this by challenging alpha c!techno to a fight, but to his shock, lost. badly. he has to watch alpha c!techno mate with and claim c!dream right in front of him, because watching such a clearly superior alpha demonstrate his abilities causes c!dream to go into heat and c!techno is happy to help him with that. he's been looking for a mate anyway and c!dream just so happens to be his type. meanwhile, c!dream wants to give c!techno as many litters as his body can handle and barely remembers who that other guy in the room even is, even after his heat calms down.

Dream harems? I guess?

c!Dream has/should have a harem

Dream is a pretty boy and should have taken off his mask to start a harem to prevent war.

Things that I really don't think are that unhinged around here, given their competition

i was such a crazy c!dream apologist in 2021 i actually had a dream about it

I have a spreadsheet with every tag, character and relationship tag for every dsmp fanfciton I read and liked/found interesting.

I know people will say it is/was kinda cringy but I will never think that or regret being part of the fandom (that's not really unhinged I couldn't think of anything sorry lol)

I know its delulu beyond belief and i will never say this not anonymously but sometimes i fantasize about if i was able to be friends with dream team

Wilbur wasn't a hero or "good guy" at any point in his storyline.

Doomsday was 100% justified. (...is that unhinged enough or do I need to pick something else?)

People being too polite for this question

Sorry I am not THAT unhinged

no, but i thank you for the opportunity! I am sadly to hinged, normal even

And more!

George is the main character and we got robbed by not having him meet c!Dream again!! but in meta it is because they are together in real life and who needs their depression character anymore in that senario.

c!DTeam reconciliation arc was always intended

c!drunz are necrophiliacs.

Okay. Okay here me out here OK. So. Imagine Norman (bald guy) is c!schlatt and Pat (white haired dude) is c!Phil OK yw ENJOYYYYYYY : https://youtu.be/b7Bj1dBMYBE?si=Cz79CEISAg6EcMYS

Techno's age of 3 is actually canon and New L'Manberg comitted infanticed

C!Tubbo is the best faction leader. The bar isn't high but I think Technically he did well

c!foolish rights unlimited forever. he deserved blood sacrifices

Cc Sam and Dram were the most normal about the prison

I think quackity should have gotten to do more on screen cannibalism

If c!Quackity had taken hormones to balance his insane lust (Wilbur, Technoblade, Schlatt, etc) he would never have gone crazy send post

I think a Daedalus arc with Quackity instead would've been such a downhill for Dream's sanity. Send tweet.

in a server where we have a c!dream made of oreo cream au . quackity eats him in prison . there is fanart .

Please sir please sir please no more

✨️truama ✨️

all of dreblr contains more competency in media literacy than the rest of tumblr combined

i love how these characters hate each other, keep hurting each other, but tied to each other in a way they just can't shake off.

the only way for c!Dream to be properly Redeemed is to live out the worst thing he subjected another person to: *cue his tropical island paradise getaway arc, sunbathing on the beach with no one to bother him except for friends occasionally visiting* #trust

c!Dream was building an underwater stone temple to satan in order to pray for the apocalypse change my mind

C!Dream is very anthy himemiya coded

c!dream is a cow hybrid and has 4 beautiful tits

I feel like the only cc!dream enjoyer who's also a c!tommy enjoyer

C!dream eggs Monday is the flag of dreblr 🥚

Reminder that C!Dream is a stripper

Dream spoonfeeding post

i think dream should've been worse. as a treat. let him murder more minors please.

Prison feels like cc!Dream’s little whump arc. Also, prisontrio favorite grouping. The best angst and whump in town.

Whenever I write whump fanfics it feels like I’m sticking my blorbos in an empty pickle jar and shaking it like a kid holding a snowglobe for the first time

Todo es un invento del gobierno

Today's culinary special is teeth cake

i think we should all collectively gaslight people/edit the wiki to try and convince people omegaverse was canon to the DSMP. or make a fake second wiki.

*grabs you by the shoulders* ok so after wilbur died and fundy was alone and grieving he kept getting picked on for being an orphan by the rest of the server, for example puffy built an obsidian box around his house in new lmanburg and labelled it an orphanage. fundy was already dealing with the loss of his dad + the appearance of a ghost that was supposed to be his dad but didn't remember half of his life, and now he had to deal with this too. so he starts to mine it meanwhile jack manifold is trying to cheer him up, not helped by the fact that ghostbur keeps hanging around despite fundy not wanting him there. Jack tries to get fundy to look on the bright side, he says that the obsidian box around his house could function as protection from tnt, and so, to prove that's bullshit, fundy places a tnt beside the house he spent so long building and blows up a portion of it. Destroys his own work, a part of his home just to prove a point. It's a self destructive act of defiance. Ghostbur and jack both agree that was unnecessary and jack maintains it could protect the house from outside attacks. fundy continues to take the wall down. Ghostbur fixes the hole in fundy's house, but leaves evidence of the explosion. He puts a sight down saying "-CAUTION- Fallen debris". Now, I need you to know how insane I am over the fact that after doomsday, after the entirety of new Lmanburg was decimated, that sign was the only part of fundy's home that remained unbroken. A sign, surrounded by the rubble of a fallen nation, destruction as far as the eye can see, warning of fallen debris. A sign for a self destructive act of defiance. I am going to eat drywall about this

Okay, one more. People I'm hugging

i miss technoblade

I really want to be a part of dreblr but I feel like they're all cool kids and I'm the quiet weirdo kid hiding in the corner. It feels like if you weren't there for the Founding of the Great Dreblr, there's no way in now. Kinda like you can't get hired as a restaurant janitor as your first job if you haven't already owned the place for 5 years prior

I am in your walls

Thanks everyone for forcing my eyeballs to see this! Reading your responses was certainly an experience I'll be stuck with!

[melanieph321]

Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 1/10

I realized when I read it through that is giving High School Musical 😅😅🤣

Hopefully I can put my own twist on it.

Enjoy!

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football, however, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

How are you considered talented in a school where everyone was talented? Marcella asked herself this question everyday.

Estudios Filántropos. I mean the proof was in the pudding. She attended one of the most prestigious high schools in the country. A school made by the nation's philanthropists, for the nation's future philanthropists. An evil circle to begin with.

"Watch out!"

Marcella questioned her many talents, which predominantly involved musicial instruments, as they did not help her avoid the jungle that others referred to as: the school parking lot.

"Ouch." She groaned, as a football bounced off the top her head then slapped away the pile of sheet music in her hands.

"Forgive me." The boy said, as he rushed to help her collect the papers that were still falling from the sky.

"Thanks alot Gavi." Marcella groaned. "It's not like I worked all night on those."

"All night?" The boy frowned. He was her known classmate, mostly know for being annoying, but also known for being a very talented football player. "This doesn't even look finished." He said, tilting his head to the side.

"What do you know?" She hissed and snatched back the papers that he had collected. He was right though. You didn't need talent to see that Marcella was carrying unfinished work. Work that would stay unfinished if the teachers at her school didn't stop asking for perfection from their students.

"Pablo! Haven't I tought you better ways to hit on a woman than actually hitting her?"

A shadow was casted over the ground which Marcella and Gavi were collecting the remains of her homework. She stood on all fours, tilting her head up only to be met with the most taunting smile.

"I wasn't hitting on her, you know that Pedri." Gavi chuckled getting up from the ground, ditching Marcella for his friend.

"No? What were you doing then, helping her hand out flyers?"

She snorted at his arrogance.

"Something like that." Gavi said. "I think it's those papers you play music from."

"It's called sheet music, dumbo." Marcella muttered from below. Most of the sheets were gone with the wind anyway and would probably stay gone. Gavi's friend knelt down beside her. "Need a hand?"

"No." She mumbled, throwing one appalling glance at his outstretched hand.

"Come on Marcella, everyone needs a hand."

She paused. "How do you know my name?" The boy was a senior, know as Pedri Gonzalez, the captain of the football team. He was also known to have many wannabes', like Pablo Gavira, idolizing every breath he took, wanting to be just like him.

"Marcella, no?" Her name rolled of his tounge with ease. Unlike when Gavi said her name with that juvenile squeal that haunted his pubescent voice. Pedri's voice was steady, like a man's. "You're the singer, no?"

How did he know?

"You sang the national athem during the school cup final last year, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah. That was me." It wasn't the performance of her life. However, Marcella was honored that her music teacher had picked her to sing the national athem and not her classmates.

"Yeah, I remember." Gavi snorted. "Your voice cracked in the end, didn't it Marcy?"

"Don't call me that!" She shot up from the ground with unknown help from Pedri who let go of her hand as she marched up to Gavi. Marcella had known him since kindergarten, he was also her neighbor, a pain in the ass at that too.

"Little Marcy, always so clumsy." Gavi said, teasing her in that way that he knew many kids did in middle school. Back then Marcella was known for being clumsy because of the many instruments that she had to carry to and from school. A time  before she got accepted to Estudios Filántropos, that would eventually house all of the instruments that she needed.

"Marcy, Marcy, clumsy little Marcy."

"Gavi, if you don't shut your mouth right now......"

"Oooh, a threat." He taunted, to his friends amusement. Pedri seemed to enjoy the torment that he put Marcella through. That is, until a large Range Rover pulled up to the carpool lane. The door opened and a red bottom heel stepped out of the vehicle.

"Pedri don't just stand there, help me down." A determined voice said, to which Pedri immediately responded by walking over to the car. Another high heel stepped down from the vehicle, revealing the body of a housewife in the making. Although Rosie was more than gifted in mathematics, her true talent had to do with how she got every guy on campus to cater to her every need, despite already having rich parents that did just that. "Ugh, it's such an awful day." She complained, and moved to put on the sun glasses that sat on top of her black haired head.

"What are you talking about? The sun is shining." Gavi said, squinting his eyes at the light.

Rosie and Pedri approach, their hands intertwined. "Yes, but I hate the sun." She said.

"Who hates the sun?" Gavi chuckled.

"Someone who's dad owns a taning bed empire, duh."

Marcella chuckled at that, as she found it funny. A mistake, since it drew unwanted attention back to her.

"Marisol?"

"It's Marcella." Pedri coughed. They were boyfriend and girlfriend, following rumors that the two hooked up last summer. Every guy on the football team wanted to hook up with Rosie, it only made sense that she settle for the captain.

"Right, Marcella. You sang the national athem last year, at the cup final, no?" She looked to Pedri for reassurance. He nodded. "It was so good. You were so good." She smiled. A spiteful smile that Marcella imagined a snake would have if they turned human. "Not many people would have gone on singing after their voice cracked. You're honestly so brave for that."

"Ros." Pedri sighed. Gavi on the other hand slapped a hand against his mouth to hold his laughter.

Marcella crumbled before them.

"What's so funny?" Rosie said, looking genuinely confused. "It was a really good recovery, we almost didn't notice that her voice cracked, didn't we baby?"

"I noticed." Gavi laughed.

Marcella rolled her eyes at him, ready for the sun to burn out and extinguished everything man has come to know as life.

"I'm sorry." Pedri said.

Marcella collected the last of her things, ready to continue towards the school building. "Whatever, I'm late for class." She, muttered and hustled away as not to be late. It was indeed another day at Estudios Filántropos. When would things ever change?

[rootsofdread]

a fic! this was commissioned by @memoryofheather, my very first commission :-) if anyone else would like to commission me, [i am open!]

pairing: zarina kassir x F!reader word count: 879 warnings: none summary: Zarina had asked you to meet her by the campfire. You weren't sure why.

Sat by the campfire, Zarina hums a tune to herself. It was one of the few she could remember from her childhood, one her mother sang to her on the rainy days she came home from school sobbing her eyes out. Although this moment wasn't quite the same, it calmed her nerves all the same. She fiddles with her bracelet and glances around, unsure what to do with herself. She knew she shouldn't have started waiting for you so early, but she did, and there wasn't any possible way she'd just stand you up now.

A few more minutes went by -- though to her, they felt like hours -- before she heard rustling in the brush. She straightened her back out and looked over, her eyes sparkling and face flushing the moment she saw you walk through the shadows in the trees. You were wearing the same thing you always wore, like her, but she always thought you looked so beautiful. You were such a beautiful and powerful woman.

Zarina scoots over on the dirt as you approach the fire, giving you space to sit down next to her. You brush off a space on the log and sit just above her, and you smile at her.

"So, what's so important?" you ask her, tilting your head into your shoulder.

"Huh?" her query was instinctual, she hadn't processed your question yet.

"You wanted to talk by the fire, just the two of us," you shrug, "I figured it must've been important. Is it?"

"Oh. Um..." Zarina was never one to stutter. She always knew what she wanted to say, and she was never afraid to say it. "Right. Yes, I...I did want to talk to you about something very important." she brushes some stray hairs behind her ear and breaks eye contact.

You raise an eyebrow, and lean down closer to her, resting one hand on her shoulder, then sliding it over the top of her back to rest on the other. "Well, whatever it is, I'm here to listen." you reassure her.

Zarina glances over to you for a few moments. Yes, you were always there for her. Always. You were always by her side, when permitted. She smiles to herself. Her eyes dart back to the distance, over the burning fire.

"We've known each other for a while," Zarina started, though, honestly, it was difficult to gauge how long it had actually been. Time wasn't much of a thing here. It had felt like years, but it could've just as easily been months, or weeks. "And we know each other pretty well. Right?"

You nodded. It was true; the two of you had shared a lot of secrets, and many more vulnerable moments than that. Companionship was important here, and closeness even moreso.

Zarina nods, too. "You're such an amazing woman," she was back to looking at you, now, a certain glistening in her eyes. "You're so beautiful, and so smart, and so strong..." she smiles warmly.

Your cheeks darken, and you giggle. "Did you want to talk privately just to compliment me, Zari?"

She giggles a bit too. "No, I..." she runs a hand through her hair, "I wanted to tell you, I...I felt like you should know...I'm in love with you."

For you, for a few moments, time freezes. It was like taking a picture; Zarina's sweet face, illuminated by the fire, the warm red-orange brightening her hopeful eyes. She was always so gorgeous, but right now, especially so. You couldn't believe what you had heard. You. She was in love with...you.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same." Zarina tilts her head down to catch your eyes. "I just...felt like you should know."

"No! I..." you blurt out, then bite the inside of your cheek. "N-no, I...I, uh..." you clear your throat. So, this was really happening. "I...I love you, too."

Zarina seems taken aback for a moment, her eyes wide. Neither of you seem sure what to do next, unmoving, your eyes locked onto each other. Silence came over both of you, nothing audible but the fire crackling; it wasn’t an uncomfortable kind of silence, though. Just starstruck.

You finally decide you should break the silence. “I, um…I never knew you felt the same way, Zari.” you say softly.

“I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time…” Zarina admits, “I just…well, I didn’t know you felt the same. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I would’ve been so upset if I lost you.”

You feel your heart flutter. Sure, you’d always known your relationship was important, for both of you. But hearing it was that important to her, as important as it was to you, so important it had to be protected, at the cost of telling each other the truth — it was really something else.

You slide off the log, and settle yourself next to her, pulling her close against your side. Zarina freezes at the sudden contact and her cheeks flush deeply. You chuckle a little and crane your neck down slightly to kiss her on the cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush. “I love you, Zari,” you repeat.

Zarina can hardly contain her giggles. “I— I love you too.”

[mouseratz]

tagging game! tagged by @yarboyandy

-three ships

uhhhh. Off the top of my head. 1.lisacreature duh. the whole movie. they're not a healthy relationship but like they're fine they just destroy everything around them. i lurv it . also of fucking course I wanted a zombie boyfriend as a teenager. I won't lie to any of you

2. danbert bc gay people in my phone. classic case of toxic yaoi. so toxic I've been thinking about them for years. if only reanimator had like been gay on purpose we could've had it all

3. also based off of "what's in my camera roll". the evil scientists from mst3k are gay also. Dr Forrester and tvs frank.... is this even disputed. I don't care. I've known this since I was a child. "they're gay married and kill each other in looney tunes esque situations daily" feels like part of the character concepts.

-first ship

Inuyasha x Kagome, most likely. it's like one of the first obsessions I can remember where a show had like, a romantic throughline I cared about at all. although, to be fair, I was still mostly into the comedy and supernatural stuff, and this was Very Young.

-last song I listened to

I stumbled upon the tiny desk concert performance and well. I am not immune to popular things. chappell roan is pretty awesome. I love the videos and performances, but the pop music is also really solid, and I find myself enjoying it way more than expected. this songs good but I haven't listened to it a lot yet....my first time actually

-currently reading

Perry Mason and the Glamorous Ghost. I'm only like a chapter in. idk it was an impulse buy on my birthday because the cover was awesome. also pictured: my copy of Frankenstein. I read that in October. loved it

-currently watching

uhmmmm. still rewatching always sunny in Philadelphia. forever. watched a couple episodes of space ghost coast to coast earlier. I still want to keep watching twin peaks the return but I haven't because. idk. its hard to be me....

-relationship status

very incredibly single. it is very hard to date when u can't drive where I live. I mean it's hard in any circumstance but whatever shots I had are dust. would love to date sometime in my life possibly. I have been feeling that way for um. like four years now. so. we will see how that goes.

-current obsessions

Lisa Frankenstein, obvs.....my hobbies and such though? kind of in a slump. I've been like.....learning how to apply makeup for once for fun. I'm still very bad at it but idgaf it is what it is what's always made me uncomfortable about it was that it never "looked right" and I didn't want to be judged. instead of just treating it like a for fun thing. ie I want Colors On My Face I don't even cover up my acne atp. oh and the gender thing. like if I didn't do the makeup right I was being bad at being a girl. and now I do not have to worry about that at all.

-currently craving

like, food? um. I hope the brownies I made tonight taste good in the morning. I let them cool overnight so idk how they taste yet.

-favorite color

green, but I'm a big fan of what pink and black (I KNOW it's not a 'real color' IDC) and some shades of blue and yellow and orange have going on. I just like colors lmao

-tagging

hiiii I won't mind if you don't do it this is just a little shout-out okay :) @mahkari @jokeryuri @homokommari @mushroom-in-space

also anypony else who wants to do it can.....I won't be mad

[m0ther-of-p3arl]

I saw you mention other people giving you recs but i was actually wondering if you have any fics you'd recommend to us? specifically Outsiders smp related but anything you want to share is cool.

OH MY GOSH ANON ANON ANON YOU ARE ASKING ME THE BEST THING EVER

ANON I LOVE YOU /p

UMMMMM UM UM UM so i dont have a lot of outsiders fics i've read,, one i really enjoyed that most in the fandom already know of to my knowledge, it was called six flares, it was very good. in fics outside of outsiders, i've really enjoyed everything from @/thetomorrowshow, who on ao3 is @/theyesterdayshow. my favorite fic of theirs is trust au (a flower husbands au and the main reason i started writing my flower husbands au) and they're like legit my favorite fic author of all time, i love their stuff SO MUCH it's all SO AMAZING.

i also really loved this one scarian fic called closer to another shore, i don't remember who it was by off the top of my head but it changed my literal brain chemistry. all fics by @/scribblingdragon are also really amazing, they have some really good mean gills stuff that i enjoyed a lot.

hot tea, which is an ethubs fic, is also really notable among people who like dabble in ethubs content- another ethubs fic i really enjoyed was called of gods and redstone, and i'm working on finishing reading that one right now. if any of you have any outsiders fics that you think i'd enjoy, or just any outsiders fics to recommend at all, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me about them because i NEED to read more outsiders stuff.

i'm super sorry about not linking everything, but most of these are on tumblr, and i'm fairly certain that at the very least all the links to the ao3 works are posted to tumblr.

thank you SO MUCH for the ask anon you are a glorious human bean and i hope you have a beautiful day!!

[cellard0ors]

Travis is frozen with fear.

This was a bad idea.

This was a terrible idea.

What had he been thinking?!?

It's not too late. If he carefully backs out now...

"Hi! Welcome to Babies by the Bundle! Can I help you find something today?"

...crap

A cheery store clerk looks at him with a sparkling smile and he wishes more than ever he hadn't given into the impulse to come in here.

But he'd passed the boutique every day on his way to work and curiosity compelled him. Now he's floored by the sheer magnitude of the place. There's baby stuff EVERYWHERE.

And, as far as he can tell, he's the only man in here and this was so stupid, he was so dumb, coming in here...

But he'd wanted to check it out. For Laura's sake, of course. And maybe the baby and it's his baby too and so much stuff everywhere...

"Is this your first grandchild?" The lady asks and he blanches, wishing for a swift death that won't come even as he bristles, "It's... it's mine, actually..."

The lady, to her credit, doesn't bat an eye, "Ah, a late in life father! We've had our fair share in here before. Still, I take it you've never-?"

Travis shakes his head and she gives him a sympathetic grin, "Don't worry about it! A lot of people get overwhelmed when it comes to their first. I know I did! Now, how far along is she?"

Travis just blinks dumbly, but the clerk is undeterred, "Your wife?"

"My-?" Travis starts, but stops immediately, because he was about to say Laura's not his wife, but he's probably already an old weirdo in this sales clerk's mind - he doesn't need to add sinful perv too, so he just rolls with it, "Um, a few months?"

"Mmm, we usually go by weeks."

Travis breaks it down in his head, eyes darting from side to side while he does the math, "Then...I guess, twelve or thirteen?"

"Okay, do you know what you're having?"

He shakes his head, clears his throat, "It's, ah-? Going to be a surprise?"

He hates that he sounds unsure, but the clerk seems charmed, "Aw, how exciting! Are you going for a theme with the nursery?"

"Just-? Green?"

"So, something tropical or woodsy or-?"

Travis doesn't really understand what she's talking about, but, considering he's already sort of lied once, he just continues down his path to hell, "Woodsy."

"Okay, well, if you're getting yourself ready..." She proceeds to lead him around the little shop, showing off pacifiers and bottles and onesies.

The first onesie she hands him proclaims the child was 'Made with Love' and that's just not appropriate at all, so he makes sure to put it back when she's not looking.

However, he agrees to the several warm browns and mossy green onesies as well as their matching caps. It's all so small and delicate and he feels like an ogre with these tiny items in his huge, paw like hands.

Travis remembers helping Chris with his kids, but it had never been like this. Why hadn't his brother warned him? But then Travis had vowed to never love again after Gwen died and now here he is...

...well, it's not that he's in love with Laura. It's not that. At all. Besides, even if he was interested in any way shape or form she'd no doubt be appalled.

There's a long list of reasons why they can't be together and he's not sure which holds the top spot: the age gap, the imprisonment, or the murders. The last two are the most obvious and galling, but he can't discount their difference in age altogether.

He's nearly twice her age. The fact they're having a child alone is just...mind boggling. And that doesn't even factor in the other two red flags: imprisonment and murder - none of it equals to romance, at least not of the healthy variety and that's what this child deserves.

A healthy environment to come into and Travis wants to give them that, more than anything. And if that means that, in the long run, he's not part of the picture...

The woman hands him a stuffed rabbit and it snaps Travis out of his fugue, "Isn't this precious! Such a good gift for a newborn!"

She's not wrong. The white rabbit is incredibly soft, its limbs loveably floppy. The little heart shaped nose and big 'x' for a bellybutton only highlight how cute it is and Travis looks at it fondly.

Something for the kid to remember him by...

He decides to purchase it, full stop. In fact, he ends up with a decent haul he's sure Laura will at least appreciate, if not like - blankets, outfits, pacifiers, wash clothes and so on.

The last purchase is one he can't really avoid, because the clerk opens a nearby flower cooler and pulls out a bouquet, stating brightly, "And here's something for the soon-to-be Mommy! Remember, she's doing a LOT of work! She deserves something nice!"

The bouquet has baby roses (of course) and Travis can't turn it down without looking like an asshole, so he gets it. He loads the entire lot into the backseat of his car, save for the rabbit and the flowers.

He places the rabbit in the passenger seat along with the flowers and starts the ride home. Travis figures he can just toss the flowers at some point.

It's not as if Laura would like them.

In fact, he's sure she won't even accept them, even if he WAS foolish enough to try and give them to her. Travis thinks this but then, the next thing he knows, he's going inside and carrying everything and Laura's in the kitchen and when she speaks up he goes red, "Hey, flowers! Who're those for?"

Travis nearly drops everything. Instead, he avoids looking at her as he places the bags on the dining room table, "Oh, um...I-I-?"

"Wow! Look at all of this! This stuff is great! And this lil guy!" Laura looks through the items with glee before ending on the rabbit, picking him up and making him dance a bit when finally Travis's brain catches up with his mouth, "For you!"

Laura looks at him, eyes wide, and he had looked right at her when he blurted that, so he looks away as he explains quietly, "For you...all-all if it. Well...and-and the baby..."

"Really?" Laura asks quietly and then she carefully picks up the flowers, "Even these?"

Travis just gives a 'mm hmm' and a bob of his head, eyes downcast, and then he feels...a gentle hand on one of his wrists, followed by a swift, soft kiss on his right cheek as he picks up Laura's quiet 'Thank you.'

He nods his head again and ignores the fact that there's a feeling inside him, one growing right in the center of his chest. One he's felt before, so long ago as to be another lifetime.

One he felt and swore to never feel again.

One that, if he's honest, he's worried will do nothing but grow.

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Abe no Yasuchika Main Story: Chapter 08

Side Story (His POV)

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[This story is in Yasuchika's POV]

The day after Yuno came to Kyoto…

We were about to head out to deal with some mysterious happenings that have been going around town.

Yasuchika: I’m sorry you had to help me with paperwork.

Yuno: It's fine. That was nothing compared to the amount of work you have to do.

(Yuno is so hardworking and humble.)

I gazed at Yuno walking next to me.

(The Shogunate is lucky that their fox princess has a pleasant personality.)

(— Wait, no. This personality is precisely what made Tamamo choose her.)

Unaware of what I was thinking of, Yuno got concerned.

Yuno: You have to repair the barrier and deal with ayakashi at the same time. It must be so hard on you.

Yuno: And on top of those, you still have tons of pending tasks piling up.

Yasuchika: I’m a genius, remember?

Things have always been like this.

And I would laugh it off all the time, but…

Yuno: … That doesn’t mean that they can dump all their work on you.

Yuno: I just wonder if there’s anyone in there who has ever put themselves in your shoes…

Yasuchika: …

(This might be the first time anyone has said that to me.)

Even Akihito, who works behind the scenes in the Imperial Court, is unaware of how I work in the Onmyoji dormitory.

— But of course, there are some things about myself that I’ve chosen to hide because I don't want others to know about them.

Yuno: I’m just an outsider, so I’m sorry if I sound like I’m being too meddlesome. But I’m genuinely worried about you, Yasuchika.

(You shouldn't feel that way.)

Yasuchika: There's nothing I can’t do. — When there's someone who’s capable of completing any task, people would want to let them do all the work.

Yasuchika: But I don't find it a burden.

Yasuchika: I use it as a way to find out the weaknesses of the court nobles above me in rank and use them to my advantage.

Yuno: That's um…

Perhaps she was reminded of the incident with Sanemitsu, Yuno bit her lips.

Yuno: Alright…

Yuno: If there's anything I can help you with while I’m here, even chores, please don't hesitate to let me know.

(This should be fine.)

Convinced that I have successfully set my boundaries with Yuno, I smiled at her.

Yasuchika: Thanks. You’re so kind towards everyone.

(You should use your kindness on someone else.)

A man like me is not worthy of receiving such kindness.

Yuno: — I wish that were true, but I’m actually just doing this for my self-interest.

Yasuchika: Self-interest?

Yuno: You’re someone who has taught me a lot of things I never knew before.

Yuno: I want to do whatever I can to express my gratitude for you, even though I’m not as genius as you are.

(... Why is she so straightforward?)

(You know I’m not a good person.)

After staying silent for a while, I decided to be honest with her.

Yasuchika: You being worried about me like mad feels as if you’re trying to find my weaknesses.

Yuno: You make it sound like I’m the unhinged one…

Yasuchika: In that case, I’ll treat it as your revenge against me. Yeah?

(... Surprisingly, it doesn't feel so bad to have someone care about me.)

(Even though I don't like it when people try to get so up close and personal with me.)

Without realizing it, I had come to enjoy spending time with Yuno and talking to her…

But deep down, I knew that I shouldn't.

…

Afterwards…

Yasuchika: This place is so foggy that I can’t see my own feet. Are you okay? Yuno.

Yuno: Yes. Be careful, Yasuchika.

Yuno rubbed her arms due to the chilly air creeping out of the ground.

(— This is a sign.)

At the exact moment when I opened my mouth to warn her ,

Yuno: Hey! Wait.

Yuno saw “something” hidden behind a tree and ran towards it.

Yasuchika: Yuno, don’t!

Yuno: Wha—?

???: … Whaat is it?

The girl whose arm Yuno grabbed was in fact, not a girl… it was —

(A puppet doll!)

The doll turned its neck to face Yuno with a creaking sound.

Doll: Shall we go together?

(Its taking her along—)

Yuno and the area around her started to become distorted in my view, then they vanished into a mirage.

Yasuchika: Think you can get away with this?

I pulled out a talisman from the cuffs of my sleeves and immediately started chanting.

In the bottomless void… I felt myself falling into another world.

…

All Dolls: KyaHAHAHAHAHA!

Yuno: Ahh…

(There she is.)

Yuno screamed and crouched down when all the dolls rushed up to her.

Yasuchika: I’ve kept you waiting. Your genius Onmyoji has come to your rescue!

Yuno: …!

I instantly cast a spell to protect Yuno.

For some reason, seeing her tearful face made my heart feel dreadfully uneasy.

Yasuchika: Of course I would come to save my precious dear assistant.

As for the reason behind the feelings welling up in my heart…

I never found out.

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Study Session #3 (Eddie Munson X Reader)

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Summary: You realise your feelings for Eddie might not be one sided.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mature readers only (18+). Smoking. Underage drinking. Arsehole basketball players. Future chapters will have smut. No use of y/n.

A/N: Apologies for this chapter taking so long to get out. Work and life got busy, but I finally finished it before the season finale of Stranger Things! Not sure if I'm 100% happy with it but I'm actually away on holiday from Friday so if I don't post it tonight it won't be till next week, after the dreaded finale . But in other news I'M MEETING JOSEPH FREAKING QUINN NEXT WEEK. Honestly so nervous, but AH so excited! Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, and for future reference, no matter what happens to Eddie in the show I will more than likely write my own ending. Canon who?

The library is empty as you and Eddie make your way to your usual table, and just like last time, Eddie picks the seat beside you.

“You nervous?”

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you put your bag down in front of you. “Should I be?”

Eddie grins, putting his pile of Dungeons & Dragons books down in front of you. “Maybe a little bit.”

Your eyebrows raise as you look at the stack of books he had grabbed from his locker moments ago. “Most people have chemistry and history books in their locker.”

“Well, those people are boring.” Eddie grabs a piece of paper from one of the top books and places it in front of you. “Ready for your first lesson, Angel Face?”

You look down at the paper and realise it’s a character sheet, ready to be filled out. “Uh huh…”

“You wanna base your character off that drawing in your book? It might help.”

“Um sure.” You reach for the book, flipping through it until you find the right page.

“So,” Eddie starts, “shall we go with a high elf for her race? Make her old and wise, but still ethereal.”

“Yep, that sounds good.”

Eddie moves his player handbook closer. “So with this race you get a cantrip, which is basically a spell you can always use without using skill points. It’s got unlimited uses. Still with me?”

“I think so.” You laugh. “So do I just pick a spell from that list that I think my character would have?”

“Basically yeah.”

You scan through the spells, smiling gently as you read through them all. “I kinda like the dancing lights one.”

Eddie nods his head. “Helps you in dark places, like dungeons and caves.”

“So it was a good choice?”

“There’s not such a thing as a bad cantrip. Remember this is a roleplaying game, it’s what you make of it.”

“Okay, so I just… Write it down?”

“I’ll write your notes.” Eddie smiles, grabbing a pen and the sheet. “Just start looking through the different classes.”

“But I already know what one I want.”

Eddie looks at you, surprised. “You do?”

“It’s the class you said the other day, the um, the-“

“Druid?”

“Yeah!” You snap your fingers, grinning. “That’s the one.”

“You sure you don’t want to look at the other classes?”

“No I trust you. It sounds fun.”

He nods his head, smiling as he writes the notes on your sheet. “You’ve got a lot of faith in me, huh?”

“Well, I’m still tutoring aren’t I?” You tease.

Eddie glances up at you, and as your eyes lock you feel heat creep up your neck. 

“Yeah… That’s true.”

“So um,” you lean forward, tapping your pen to the table, “what’s next?”

“So when creating a character you need to roll 4d6 dice and those numbers make up the stats here. But normally you roll the dice and fill in as you go along, but because I’m feeling generous, we’ll roll all the dice and see what we want to put where.”

You stare down at the sheet, nodding slowly. “Uh huh.” 

“You look overwhelmed, Angel Face.”

“It’s just a lot of stuff to wrap my head around. Can’t I just… Look at your character sheet?”

Eddie dramatically gasps, reaching for a black pouch by his books. “My tutor wants to cheat? It doesn’t work like that, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

He opens the pouch and pours the dice onto the book, rooting through them to find the right ones. You pick up one of the dice, sliding it between your fingers as you watch the light reflect the flickers of gold.

“You’ve got a lot of dice.”

“Well, it’s not all of them. Got some more at home. Always get a fresh set with a new character.” He glances up at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just a thing my group does.”

“So if I play I need a set?” You smile, grabbing a dark red die.

Eddie’s eyebrows raise. “Yeah you will, if you wanna play. I mean, you don’t have to-”

“Do all this work and not play? C’mon Munson, I like a challenge.”

“A challenge, huh?” He grins. “Okay, you just need to roll these dice, add them all up, and take away the lowest number. We gotta do that six times.”

“Now you sound just like my math teacher…”

“I promise it’ll get more fun.” He opens his lunchbox and grabs a bag. “Pretzel?”

You smile, reaching into the bag and popping it in your mouth. “Thanks.”

You both share the bag of pretzels as you roll the dice, making a note of the numbers. 

“So uh… A band was supposed to play at the Hideout tomorrow night, but they dropped out, drummer’s sick or something, so my band’s been asked to play. Didn’t know if you’d be around.”

“I’m at a party tomorrow.” You frown. “It’s my turn to be designated driver.”

“Oh that’s cool.” He shrugs. 

“Next time though?” You say quickly. “Can meet your friends, or the fellow… Dungeon Masters.” 

“Sure.” He laughs. “They might just stare at you though, maybe drool a little. They don’t exactly get many interactions with pretty girls.” 

Eddie’s eyes are wide as he looks at the sheet, scratching the back of his head as he clears his throat. “So um, we just need to- the numbers.”

“Yeah.” You say quietly, heat blooming across your cheeks. “Fill in the blanks here. Got it.”

-

The party has already been going for an hour by the time you, Amanda & Stacey arrive. It looks like half the school is here, spilling out onto the front lawn of whoever’s house it is.

“Do you think Kyle’s already here?” Stacey asks as she checks her reflection in the rearview mirror. “Oh God, what if he’s already talking to another girl. Because, you know, we were suppose to be here thirty minutes ago.” She turns in her chair to glare at Amanda. 

“My hair didn’t look right!”

“Well we’re here now.” You sigh, parking up front. “So can you both stop fighting? It’s exhausting.”

Stacey rolls her eyes as she gets out of the car., adjusting her skirt that had ridden up in the drive “Whatever, mum.”

You bite down on your lip hard as she slams the car door shut behind her. You didn’t even want to come, but it was your turn to drive. Stacey and Amanda are dressed up to the nines, spending hours on their makeup and hair while you just changed into something that you are comfortable, and warm, in.  

“She’s just nervous about seeing Kyle.” Amanda says. “She thinks they might really hit if off. And who knows, maybe you and Chris?”

You scoff as you turn in your chair. “Chris Williams? What makes you say that?”

“Apparently he was asking about you. Stacey told me.”

You frown, looking out your window towards the party. Chris Williams, one of the most popular boys in your year, was asking for you? A part of you thinks you should be flattered, excited, but your mind wanders to a certain boy playing at a bar tonight. 

“C’mon, let’s go. Stacey’s already inside.” Amanda says, getting out of the car. You get out too, locking your car before catching up with her. 

“Try not to drink too much.” You beg as you approach the house. 

“Pfft no promises.” She grins, walking inside with you. 

‘Like a Virgin’ is blaring through the speakers as you enter. You and Amanda walk through the crowd until you find the drinks table in the kitchen. There’s a few bowls of fruit punch which you know are definitely filled with vodka so you grab a can of Dr Pepper. 

Amanda nudges your arm and points towards the living room. “Guess Stacey found Kyle.”

You turn and see Stacey leaning against the wall, twirling her hair between her fingers as she looks up at Kyle. Kyle was the ideal highschool boy. Tall, muscular, pretty blue eyes and that charming smile. Most girls in the year were chasing after him, just wanting one date with the famous Kyle Brown, captain of this years basketball team. 

“Looks like they’re hitting it off.”

Amanda scoffs. “He’s hitting it off with a new girl every week. As for me, I’ve got my eyes on Mark Steven’s.”

You glance at her. “Doesn’t he already have a girlfriend?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t seem serious. I’m thinking if I get in there before prom, I’m set.”

You nod, quickly losing interest in the conversation as you sip your Dr Pepper. It’s always about boys, one way or another, with you, Stacey and Amanda. They crush on a new basketball player every week, feeling the need to date a popular boy before the end of high school. But you never care. You keep your head down, focusing on grades and papers and, well, how to tutor a certain rebellious student.

 You feel a knot in your stomach as you think about Eddie, playing at the Hideout on the other side of town. You hated how disappointed he looked when you told him you couldn’t’ go, but you wanted to go. The claustrophobic feeling of all these classmates around you made you feel on edge. 

“I think I’m gonna step outside for a minute. I’ll find you-“

“Mark!” Amanda yells as she moves past you, chasing after him into the living room. 

“Okay.” You sigh, walking out onto the patio in the backyard. The cold hits your flushed face and you take a deep breath. Great, your two so-called best friends abandon you at some random students house for the attention of two boys, that will be probably too drunk to remember them in the morning. So you’re now destined to stay outside, away from the crowds of drunk students playing beer pong. 

You think maybe if you stay for an hour, see if maybe they can get a ride home from-

“I wondered if you were gonna show up.”

You turn so quickly the soda nearly spills over your fingers. “Chris!”

He’s so tall is your first thought. Broad too. The letterman jacket clings to his muscular arms and shoulders, and you realise his hand covers the whole of his drink. You can see why he’s one of the best basketball players on the team.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiles, holding his hand up. “I come in peace. Promise.”

You know you a year ago would be internally screaming at the thought of one of the popular boys wanting to talk to you, but now you’re trying to think of an excuse to escape. “I should really-“

“You just got here, right? I saw Stacey and Amanda inside. They seem to like the punch a lot.”

You grimace at the thought of cleaning puke out of your car again, memories of last years Christmas party come flashing back to you. “Great.”

“Is that why you’re out here by yourself?”

“I just needed some air. I should probably head back inside.” You go to walk past him, but Chris steps in front of you.

“Stacey said you girls are going out Monday, celebrating your birthday. Said me and some of the boys could tag along. We can supply some party favours, y’know, booze.”

You have been so caught up in papers and tutoring that you haven’t realised it was your birthday in only a couple of days time. It was a tradition that you, Stacey and Amanda would always take the birthday girl out for dinner, and you’ve stuck to that routine since middle school. Now they’re suddenly inviting boys without even checking with you first.

“It’s suppose to be just a girl thing.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be.” He steps closer to you. “Y’know, I always thought you and I had this… Thing.”

“Thing?”

“Oh c’mon, don’t tell me you don’t feel it.”

You wonder if he used the same lines on the girl you saw him talking to at school last week.

“Look, Chris, I think you’re really sweet, but I don’t like you that way.”

He takes another step and he’s so close that you have to strain your neck to look at his face. The way he looks at you makes your skin crawl. “You sure?”

You glare up at him, shoving your drink against his chest. “I’m positive.” 

You sidestep away, walking back inside and through the crowd until you find Amanda talking with Mark. You grab her arm, quickly pulling her away and ignoring her protests. “Well, this party is so much fun.” You say dryly. 

“Yeah it is!” She laughs. “Which is why I don’t get why you would drag me away from Mark freaking Stevens.”

You sigh. “Amanda, I-“

She stares at you expectedly. “What?”

“I feel really sick. I’m gonna have to go.”

“But we just got here, and you’re our ride home!’

“I know and I’m sorry. I wasn’t feeling right before I left. I should’ve said something. But I’m sure Kyle can give you and Stacey a ride home, y’know, when he takes his tongue out of her throat.”

“Fine. We’re still on for Monday?”

“Monday?”

Amanda frowns. “Ugh yeah, your birthday?”

“Oh yeah… It’s just gonna be us three, right? No boys. Just us going to dinner.”

Amanda’s mouth gapes like a fish as she tries to form a sentence. “Well, I mean- I might’ve mentioned it to Chris…”

“Amanda.” You say sternly. “Just us. 

“Fine whatever.” She sighs. ‘I’ll come and pick you up before school.”

“Thanks. And I’m really sorry for bailing on you tonight.”

“It’s fine!” She says quickly, walking past you to grab Mark’s attention.  

You stand there for a moment, eyes going between Amanda and Stacey. You’re sure you could have left, and they only would’ve known you weren’t here until they stumbled out to find your car. 

You walk out of the house, rooting in your bag for your keys as you near your car. “The Hideout it is.”

-

You park up outside the bar and can already hear the music blaring from inside. You get out of your car, hurrying into the bar to escape the cold. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer hits you first. But as your eyes adjust to the dim lighting, you look towards the stage and see Eddie standing up front, guitar in his hand as he performs. His face is lit by florescent red and blue lights hanging above him. You feel the butterflies again as you see him, strumming his guitar and singing into the microphone, sweat dripping from his hair and forehead  

Even as he’s singing his heart out, trying to play for the crowd, you notice most of them aren’t paying attention, slumped over in their seats, nursing their beers. You aren’t expecting this type of crowd, but how many other metalheads are there in Hawkins?

You quickly walk towards the bar, sliding in between two men slouched over the countertop. You wave your hand to get the bartenders attention. “Can I just have a coke please?”

At the sound of a feminine voice, the two mean either side of you raise their heads to look at you. You glance at them, holding your bag tighter. “Hi?”

“Don’t mind them. We don’t normally get your type in here.” The bartender says as he passes you your drink. “You lost or something?”

“No I’m here for the band. I know the singer.” 

“Eddie, huh?” He chuckles. “How’d that boy get to know a girl like you?”

“That irresistible charm I guess.”

You turn as the song comes to an end and clap. You’re the only one in the bar cheering loudly which makes Eddie pause before looking towards the bar.

 Eddie’s eyes meet yours for a moment and he has to do a double take, his eyes widening. 

“Holy shit.” He mumbles into the mic. 

You see the bass player move towards Eddie and whispers something into his ear. Whatever he says makes Eddie grin and nod.

Eddie steps closer to the mic, staring over at you. “I’m dedicating this cover to my tutor. She’s uh… Pretty cool.”

You quickly find a free table in front of the stage, wide eyed. He was playing a song for you?

As they start to play you can’t contain the grin on your face. Watching as Eddie moves around the stage before stepping towards the mic.

Oh, wow, man, I said

Wait a second, man

What do you think the teacher's gonna look like this year?

Fuck man!

You sit forward in your seat, gripping your drink in your hand and tapping your feet to the beat as they play. 

Ow! Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad

I'm hot for teacher

I've got it bad, so bad

I'm hot for teacher

Your hand freezes on your drink, eyes boring into Eddie’s as he watches you from the microphone. Fuck, if you weren’t sure on his feelings for you before, you certainly know them now. Eddie Munson isn’t just on your mind, you’re on his too. 

Eddie’s eyes stay on for the remaining of the song, and you know it’s just not the lights making your body go hot and your head dizzy. He seems in his element on stage, a natural frontman as the song comes to an end. 

You almost forget to clap, and your hands feel clammy with sweat. Oh God, what is happening to you? No one has ever done anything like this for you before and you feel like you might just start twirling your hair around your finger. 

They play a few more songs, some covers and some of their own work. The crowd is still lifeless as they drink and drink until they’ve past out in their seats. But you stand up from your chair and cheer them on, not taking your eyes off Eddie. It’s almost like he’s just performing for you. He occasionally walks the length of the stage, but he always ends back up in front of you. 

When they wrap up the last song Eddie jumps down from the stage and grips your arms tightly.“Holy shit, you made it!”

“I couldn’t miss it.” You grin. “Nice guitar.”

He lets go, adjusting the strap around his shoulder and holding his guitar up for you to see.  “Well, what did you-“

“Gonna introduce us, Eddie?” The drummer interrupts as he and the other band members get down from the stage.

Eddie awkwardly steps back in line with his band. “Yeah they um- this is Gareth, our drummer.”

He nods his head at you, twirling one of the drumsticks between his fingers.

“This is Jeff, our bass player.” He raises a hand to and you smile.

“And finally, Kevin, our other guitarist.” Kevin simply stands there, staring at you. 

Yep, that’s the drooler. 

You wave at them before shoving your hands into your pockets. “My name’s-“

“Oh we’re already know who you are.” Jeff chuckles. 

“So you’re this infamous tutor we’ve been hearing so much about.” Gareth grins as he slaps Eddie’s back, making him step forward. 

Your eyebrows raise as you look at Eddie. “You talk about me?”

“Oh he doesn’t stop talk-“

Eddie not so subtly elbows Gareth in the gut and hands him his guitar. “And I think that’s our queue to leave. Start packing up the equipment and I’ll go and unlock the van. Give me five minutes.”

They all nod their heads and Eddie turns to you. “Follow me.”

He leads you to the back of the stage and opens the door, stepping to the side. “Ladies first.”

You chuckle, wrapping your coat around yourself tighter as you step into the alleyway. He follows behind you, lighting a cigarette before reaching for his keys and unlocking the back of the van.

“So c’mon, be honest, what did you really think?”

“You’re great!” You grin. “Felt very flattered that a song was dedicated to little ol’ me.”

Eddie rubs the back of his neck nervously. “It’s a cover of a Van Halen song.”

“Well it’s a… Cool song. You’re amazing on the guitar by the way. How long have you been playing?”

“Uh, since I was ten. My dad bought me a guitar, and I taught myself I guess.”

You nod, leaning against the wall. “Well I think you’re pretty damn talented, Munson.”

He puts his hand against the wall above you, the cigarette hanging from his lips. “So what happened to that important party?

“Wasn’t really my scene. Just a bunch of drunk basketball players looking to get lucky.” You smile, reaching up and grabbing the cigarette before placing it in your mouth and inhaling.

Eddie’s eyebrows raise. “Didn’t realise Angel Face smoked.”

You shrug, exhaling slowly. “Just socially. You haven’t corrupted me just yet.”

“Not yet, huh?”

You grin, handing him back the cigarette. “Sounds like you want to be a bad influence on me.”

“Maybe a little.” He smiles, inhaling once more before putting the cigarette out against the wall and flicking it away.

“I’m glad you made it.” He says softly.

“Me too.” You smile. “You were amazing, I didn’t realise you could sing like that, and you…” You trail off, your mouth going dry as you freeze under Eddie’s gaze. But it’s nothing like Chris’ earlier. You feel… Nervous. But in a good way. 

The mood seems to shift from friendly banter to something else, and your next inhale is shaky as he moves closer. It seems like time slows down as he pinches your chin between his thumb and finger, angling your head up to look at him. “I really wanna kiss you.”

Your gaze drops down to his lips and before you can answer him, you feel yourself moving closer, reaching to grip his shirt as you lean up.

You barley feel the brush of his lips before the backdoor of the bar flings open, light spilling onto you both like a spotlight. You step back, turning to see Gareth. 

“Ready for us to start loading up the-“ He pauses when he sees Eddie’s face.

If looks could kill, Gareth would already be ten feet under. 

“Dude, that so wasn’t five minutes.”

“We gotta pack our shit and go, man.” He says defensively.

“It’s okay. I should probably head home.” You reach for Eddie’s hand and squeeze it gently, your thumb running across his rings. “I’ll see you at school?”

“Yeah.” He grips your hand a little tighter. “Can do some studying after school Monday, maybe?”

“Oh, I uh… Kinda had plans with Stacey and Amanda…”

He nods his head, trying to hide his disappointment. “Another time then. It’s cool.”

“But, I can move it to another date.” You rush out. “We’ve got that paper due Wednesday for Miss Miller’s’ class. If you come up with a draft for Monday we can work through it.” 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to cancel plans-“

“No I want to, really.” You smile, hesitating for a moment before kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you then, Munson.”

As you turn away Eddie runs his finger across where your lips were moments ago, smiling. He turns and sees Gareth still standing in the doorway, smirking at him. 

“The fuck you looking at?”

“Nothing, just looks like you-“

 “Shut up and go and grab our shit.”

[octarianstrength]

It's late at night in the domes, not that there's much of a noticeable difference between that and daytime. Normally Yulia would be asleep right now, being the diligent Octarian soldier she is, but tonight is a rare exception.

The sound of quiet laughter can be heard from an otherwise silent restaurant near the exact center of a dome, far away from the upper areas where Yulia lives. She's inside, along with a shorter octoling that has long, bright pink tentacles and dressed in greasy tank top with baggy cargo pants, a rather typical look for a lot of engineers.

"I remember that like it was yesterday!" The shorter octoling exclaimed with a chuckle. "Otto's tentacle was flattened for like an entire week afterwards!"

Yulia smiled, looking down at them. Her goggles had been removed some time ago so she could let her friend see her eyes, and also to prevent them from fogging up thanks to the steamy noodles they had been eating.

"Yeah... He was kind of an arse though, so... deserved."

"Yeah! But hey, that's enough about the past! I wanna know how you're doing now! What's going on in the world of the awesome Octarian general?"

"Oh... well not a whole lot lately. The army has been back to just making sure things don't fall apart and preparing for our next operation ever since... well. Ya know."

"Right..." The octoling looked downcast, like she regretted bringing up something painful.

Yulia noticed this almost immediately and felt the need to comfort her friend. "Don't worry about it, Chip. We might have suffered another loss, but we'll come back from it." She doesn't suppose that's very reassuring, but she has to try.

Come on, think Yulia. THINK!

OH! I got it!

"Ya know, around the same time we lost it, those mysterious disappearances stopped happening. I might have to look into what was going on since I was busy with other stuff at the time, but we might make progress on figuring out what was actually happening with all that soon."

Come to think of it... is this actually helpful...?

Apparently it was, at least to some degree, as Chippy's bright smile returned.

"Really? After all this time?"

"Yeah. The last unexplained disappearance was quite a few years ago. Some young girl. Don't think she had even finished training... Hopefully it's all over now."

"Yeah...!" Chippy hesitated to speak up further, but the feeling of having that burning question in the back of her mind persisted. "But um... what about you? Are you still alright after the incident?"

Yulia looked off to the side for just a second. She doesn't like the idea of lying to such a close friend, but what choice does she have?

"Yeah... I'm fine. Felt weird afterward for a little while, not gonna lie, but..."

"Sorry. I'll drop it. I've just been worried about you since then-"

"Oh no, you're fine! You're just trying to make sure I'm okay, right? It's all good. I appreciate it." Yulia smiled at her. She can at least be glad about that not being a lie.

"Yeah... I always did care a little too much I guess..."

Yulia stood up and pulled Chippy of her chair to wrap her in a loving hug. She had intended for it to only last a few seconds, but it seems as though neither party is interested in having it end quickly.

"Sorry I was there for it... and sorry we only get to meet up like this every few weeks if we're lucky."

"Oh, don't you worry about it! I couldn't be more proud of you! I'm sure everyone's sick of me talking about how awesome my Kraken class sister is!"

Yulia let out one last quiet chuckle and finally let go, happy that the night had ended on a much more positive note. "Yeah... but you're right."

She set some money on the counter for the lone worker that had been tending to the store this late at night and gave Chippy one of her signature, firm handshakes.

"We'll talk again soon, okay? Hopefully without as much of a wait as this time."

"Alright, I'll see you around. And you better stay safe!"

The pair went their separate ways soon after, heading in opposite directions to get back to their homes. It was a nice night to be sure, Yulia just wishes it hadn't taken so much of an emotional toll on her. It's nothing a good sleep won't fix up though... hopefully.

[acacia-may]

For that new ask game, can I ask 2, 4, 7, 14, 18, 19 and 27 for Nozel? Sorry if it's too many numbers.

Hi Anon! No worries at all. I'm happy to answer any and all questions about Nozel. Thank you so much for playing my game and for the ask! 🥰

Questions from this Character Ask Game

Answers & Headcanons Below the Cut [because this post got a bit lengthy]

(Warnings: Contains Spoilers for and through the Spade Arc)

2. When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

I think my perception of Nozel really began to change in the Elf Arc during the battle at Silva Castle. We learned so much about Nozel's deeper motivations and saw that he did actually care for Noelle and wanted to protect her (he just went about it in the absolute worst way possible), and he does admit he was wrong about Noelle and her abilities and actually apologizes to her there which helped paint him in a more sympathetic light to me.

All that said, I think it was really in the Spade Arc when we learn even more about why Nozel acted the way he did--that on a certain level he was really almost forced into this more antagonistic role because he literally couldn't explain that Noelle wasn't responsible for Acier's death due to the curse. Suddenly, in my mind, I have this incredibly vivid and heartbreaking mental of Young Nozel a literal child forced to carry the weight of the world alone. Not only has he lost his mother but he has also been quite literally cursed with such a heavy burden. The pain and the loneliness of that has to be unbearable for even an adult, but Nozel was only a teenager. And I think when looking at the situation from that kind of perspective, it's easy to have a lot more sympathy for him. Yes, he didn't handle the situation as well as he could have especially with Noelle, but I just started thinking to myself: would I have been able to do much better under those circumstances at only 14 years old? Would anyone, honestly? And that isn't to excuse away what he did, especially when he got older, but it does make him more sympathetic to me and I feel genuinely bad for how much he suffered and wish him good things and a reconciliation with his sister going forward.

4. How many people I ship them with

This is a very difficult question for me to answer, honestly, because I am much more invested in Nozel rebuilding his relationship with his sister, Noelle, than in any potential romantic relationship he could have. My personal view of shipping in general is as more of an actively wishing or wanting certain characters to get together with other characters, and in this particular case I'm not sure I am actively wishing for Nozel to end up with anyone in particular. There are certainly a handful of ships I like or would be okay with for him (Nozel x Dorothy and Nozel x Vanessa come to mind off the top of my head, and I also like several Nozel x OC ships created by some talented writers and artists in the fandom). Ultimately, however, I think in my mind, Nozel just has so much internal turmoil and a lot of things he personally needs to work through before I can see him really getting into a relationship with anyone (and, honestly, on some level, before I can see him even wanting to get into a relationship--but that's just my personal interpretation) so I really think I am actively wishing for him to take time to heal and to work on himself more than I am actively wishing for him to find love, if that makes sense?

If I had to put a number on it...um...I guess, since I'm not really set on any particular ship for Nozel, I'd honestly say the possibilities are kind of endless. I'd really like to see him marry for love someday, but my more practical side thinks he has probably already been betrothed to somebody and he's not really the type who'd break that kind of commitment even if he wanted to. But who knows?

7. A quote of them that you remember

I remember just my jaw dropping in this moment. (I watched the anime first, but it was also an important moment in the manga). It was such a big thing for Noelle to have her brother finally show he believed in her and suggest they fight together side-by-side. Another that comes to mind is his entire little speech at the end of the battle where he reveals to Noelle his reasons for treating her coldly were that he was trying to deter her from joining the Magic Knights and he admits that he was wrong about her and that he's sorry. It was the first step in repairing their broken sibling relationship, and though they still have a lot of work to do to see Nozel actually admit he was in the wrong and apologize for that was a big step in the right direction.

14. Best storyline they had

As of writing this, Nozel's arc in Spade and his battle versus Megicula, but we'll see if this changes with whatever Tabata has in store for him in the final arc.

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Nozel was always an old soul--wise beyond his years, quiet, serious, and responsible. He worked hard and studied conscientiously, and he very rarely got into trouble. If anything was a bit of a stick in the mud when it came to more imaginative, raucous, and childish games, and I imagine Acier often had to encourage him to stop working so hard and have fun every once and a while so he'd remember to actually be a kid while he was still young.

19. The most random ship you've seen people have with them

To start with a disclaimer: I actually like this ship, but I think I'd have to admit that Nozel x Vanessa is pretty random to me seeing as they haven't ever really interacted in the canon and I honestly would have never thought of it as a pairing if I hadn't seen it in the fandom. I think imagining the potential of it and what it could be like is part of the fun of that particular ship, but I'd classify it as random even if I feel positively about it.

27. If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

So for a very silly answer, I'm going to say Rui from Demon Slayer just because my sister and I have this running inside joke that he's basically a Nozessa love child since he has this thick, angular silvery-white hair like Nozel and a thread-based magical ability (blood demon art) similar to Vanessa's magic (Rui also has an attack called "Murderous Eye Basket" that looks very similar to Nozel's "Silver Star of Execution"). He is a villain though, so I guess you'd have to ignore that... 😅😂 Still I could see Rui wanting to adopt Nozel into his "Spider Family" and Nozel just having no patience for these kinds of shenanigans which could be a fun mashup. (I also wouldn't mind watching these two battle too, so either way, I think it might be an interesting meeting).

[sofipitch]

Why so much hatred for the show just because of how ‘inaccurate’ it is? Even the 94 film made some changes not to mention Queen of the Damned which (although bad) is treated as an AU of the actual book; it’s fun and harmless. The books are still there, the 94 film is still iconic, there’s so much fanfiction out there that clearly takes creative liberties (duh). All of these have enriched the fandom simply due to their creative interpretations of the original material (which does have its flaws and it’s okay to want to change them) and I really don’t see how the amc series is any different.

So it's a mix of a lot of things. Racism is obviously the big one. Literally EVERYTIME a character that was previously white gets cast as a POC racists take the time to scream and be disgusting on the internet. It's not a VC exclusive experience, it's happened to The Queen of the Damned move, Star Wars and the upcoming Percy Jackson show. And that's just a list off the top of my head I'm sure an actually comprehensive one exists out there. I think it tends to be WORSE when the race change is for a main character (Finn in Star Wars) or a love interest (Annabeth, she's also a MC but I think the ship is what makes ppl care). Also Rick Riordan, the author of PJO made an awesome statement supporting the actress who got cast as Annabeth and condemning racism. Often times the actors are just left to deal with that shit on their own, as I believe John Boyega spoke out as part of what made his experience with SW so miserable. I do wish the Rices or AMC made a similar statement but unfortunately Uncle Rick is an exception, not the rule.

Louis is both a main character and another main character's love interest which makes the racists mad. Bc when background characters get their race change they don't care, POC should "politely remain in the background and let white ppl take the stage" 🙄 I remember seeing when the casting first came out ppl complaining saying they wish a DIFFERENT character had had their race swapped, like Marius in the Lestat Musical. Which basically proves that this mentality has to do with main characters.

As for ppl complaining about the minutia, I think it's one of two things, they are racists who would just be happy if Louis and Claudia weren't black but don't want to admit it so they attack other details to "explain" why they hate the show. The other is typical "book fandom" bs. Everyone pictures the characters and setting and details differently in their head. Certain scenes and details are more important to them. I think this is the case with a lot of Daniel fans right now. I get that ppl love him, I love him too, but he is also technically just a background character. So I don't get ppl loosing it over him being changed, I think he's getting more screentime than AR would have allowed had she adapted the series, lol. But again, different aspects of the stody mean different things to different ppl.

Where it gets annoying is when book fans kind of get the idea that bc they "read" they are smarter, and they want to brag about that. So they like pointing out that x character's eyes were supposed to be brown instead of blue. Or that this scene was supposed to happen but isn't in the movie. The nerd "um, actually..." instinct, they think it makes them look smart. And most if the time, at the end of the day, these aren't details that matter to the overall story. So yeah ppl shitting themselves that AR's vamps aren't supposed to have blood on their face after drinking is just an example of that. It doesn't matter to the story at all, the detail is an artistic license. But book ppl want to tell you it matters just bc they want you to be in awe of how "smart" they are. (Which is always funny bc usually the books that do get adapted aren't the most highbrow, and I'm sorry if this offends anyone I really don't mean it to but I don't consider VC literature and if I did only IWTV and maybe TVL. I just wouldn't "brag" that I've read VC, you feel me? Especially those later books yeesh)

I also think some people are also just straight up dumb and think hair color = personality. Like I get it, I like to make jokes about hair color too, but again, at the end of the day, Stuart Townsend wasn't a bad Lestat bc he was a brunette, he was a bad Lestat bc of that script and a bad fake French accent.

So yeah I agree with you anon, I'm glad the show took some creative liberties and it's also the nature of literally all adaptations. Details don't matter so much as if the adaptation captures the same feelings, story arc, characters, and most importantly, what you loved about the original. A good example of an adaptation that changed a LOT but ppl seem to love both the movie and the book is Howl's Moving Castle. Like the show isn't out but based on the trailer I have a strong feeling the show will be like that, different, but with the same story and vibe at it's core.

[devils-pirate-crew]

Juraj and Arber exchange a series of increasingly specific looks before Arber gently prods Dawson off him.

"I didn't know," the pilot's mate mutters, reaching up to rub at the bandages on his cheek - Juraj swats his hand away. "I didn't know there - you're - "

"You mean nobody ever - " Arber sucks in a deep breath, brow furrowed. "Holy fucking shit, kid, nobody ever told you about any of this?" He waves an arm in the general direction of out.

Dawson blinks at him. "You can hear the Voices."

"That's what you call them?"

"What do you call them, then?"

Arber sighs. "Spirits." He pauses, only to repeat, "Nobody's told you about this."

"I didn't think - " Dawson rocks forward, then back again. "I thought there was something wrong with me. Wait - Juraj, do you - "

The cook shakes his head with a smile. "Arber's the only spirit talker on our ship, I think. But we did have one back in our village at home..."

"So, just to be clear, you've never connected before?" Arber tilts his head back. "Fucking hell. That - that explains a lot, actually."

"Explains what?" Dawson hazards, more confused than anything. "Connecting?'

"First off, this fucking headache," he complains. "Christ almighty, kid, your spirits are going nuts. Did you piss them off on purpose or something?"

Dawson blinks at Arber, still perplexed. "You can hear my Voices?"

"Let's - okay. I gotta take this from the very top." Arber gestures with his head; Juraj walks back to the other side of the table, sitting down across from the two. "So, um." He chuckles awkwardly. "Sorry, I'm trying to remember the speech my mom gave me when I was a kid."

"Don't tell your father," Dawson agrees, monotone.

"What?" Juraj pipes in now, clearly taken aback.

"No, not that, I - okay. Okay." Arber inhales sharply. "Alright. So, you're what we call a spirit talker. There are a bunch of names for it, but that's the one we use. It's basically a sixth sense, of sorts, being able to talk to spirits. Um, it's normal. Well, it's not normal normal like everyone has it, but it's not like you're the only one."

Dawson nods slowly, trying to process all of this.

"You know the story of Pythia? Oracle of Delphi?" Arber pauses. "She was a spirit talker too. Her spirits advised her on the future and she took that information and turned it into prophecies. So it's existed for a long time. It's usually passed down in family lines - most of my family are spirit talkers too - but you clearly seem to be an exception to that..."

The pilot's mate looks down at his bandaged hand, toying with the knot on his wrist, even when Juraj tuts in disapproval. "So I'm not - I'm not crazy."

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

"You get a little crazy when you're loading grapeshot," Juraj reminds Arber. The gunner rolls his eyes at his crewmate in reply.

"I always thought..." Dawson rubs at his eyes once more. "Sorry, sorry - "

"Please stop apologizing," the cook groans, reaching to tear a piece of the forgotten bread off the loaf and popping it in his mouth, chewing on it. "You're making me feel bad."

"Sorry," Dawson repeats, before turning red with embarrassment, hiding his head in his hands. Arber grins, raising his eyebrows at Juraj, who laughs quietly in response.

[ilaiyayaya]

;-;

So like, I'd been planning to read VA-11 Hall-A for like, years, I used to have a really close friend who it was their favorite visual novel, and I've had a lot of other friends who have recommended it too, plus it's like one of the highest rated visual novels ever made, and I like visual novels! and I like things that are generally highly rated! and I like highly rated visual novels! (except steins gate) so like, I kinda expected I would end up enjoying it to some degree but like, yea it's really good. Like with a lot of things the biggest reason why I hadn't read it before now was just because it'd become to overhyped in my head, like the expectations I had of it had gotten so unrealistically high that it would never be able to meet them, and I didn't want to be disappointed so I just kept pushing it off, until I decided to start it at the very beginning of this year. My expectations weren't high enough, like I expected this to be like, maybe a personal top 10 vns at best, like I've read a lot of vns, and while not a lot of those are actually super amazing, I love dumb, bad visual novels, and I have a lot of nostalgia for a lot of those garbage vns and it's really hard to beat that. It's probably like top 5 vns for me now, maybe top 3, maybe top 2, like I just finished it so there's obviously recency bias, but like, it was really good, it beat the garbo vn nostalgia with nothing but pure quality and also really nice looking pixel art, especially with the crt filter, it really does wonders for the aesthetic. It didn't beat Umineko, Umineko is still #1, nothing will ever beat Umineko it's just impossible, Umineko literally has Super Paper in it, unbeatable by definition, Umineko is like that one boss in FFXI, Absolute Virtue, that was literally unbeatable without cheating, and if you beat it by cheating you got banned, Umineko is like that one minion in FFXIV, Conditional Virtue, that's literally impossible to get without cheating, even if you do Baldesion Arsenal like 10 times, it's just impossible it won't drop, um, I like Umineko :).

Ok actual thoughts time! VA-11 Hall-A is genuinely one of my favorite things I have ever read now, I was originally gonna say it takes a lot for a story to make me as emotional as I was by the end, but that's just not true, nonetheless I cried for like over an hour when I was done reading. At the start, it didn't really click for me right away, don't get me wrong I enjoyed the casual conversations with each character at the beginning, and Dana getting her head stuck in everything was really funny (she was easily my favorite character for the first half).

But around the midway point I started getting really invested, a lot of the earlier parts in retrospect felt like they were giving disconnected little bits and pieces of each character's lives and situations, stuff that could be interesting on it's own, just learning things about the characters, but nothing too compelling. But once those bits and pieces started to fit together, and there was actually a story forming around that character to get invested in, and they did that for every character all at the same time I started really loving the game's way of storytelling. I think the prime example of this is Sei, the first few times she showed up I kinda just thought she existed, like, she's relatively nice I guess, she's a cop, uhhh that's all I remember about her from the first few days. I liked her interactions with Dorothy! giving her advice on how to better conceal her illegal fingertip weapons was very based, but like beyond that I thought she was pretty forgettable. Then she goes to the bank and FUCKING DIEdoesn't die but almost dies, and then she goes missing for several days and Stella is searching for her, and then she reappears with severe PTSD and it's really sad. And then later you learn that both Sei and Stella died together as kids and you get a really haunting description of Stella as a child having her eye ripped out and Sei getting her ribs crushed AND that Virgilio was actually the one that saved them and that he's not some insane FREAK who doesn't know what halogens are, but is actually an ex-cop which is far worse (unfortunately I got spoiled to that little plot detail before getting to it, despite that it still hit really hard I wanted to vomit and cry reading about Stella's eye getting gouged out, but like, that's a good thing wanting to vomit is a positive). And this is just like one set of characters, and it is the most in-depth set of side characters, but all of them have some kind of really interesting or funny side story going on that you hear more and more about as the story goes on, like Ingram hiring Dorothy to roleplay as his daughter.

Another one of my favorites was Alma's storyline with her shitty sister. Like, god why are shitty parents such a common thing, in both real life and in fiction, and like, why does this game do such a good job at like showing how harmful that can be, not only to the children themselves but also just to like, people around them that end up being dragged into the situation that really shouldn't be, and how it can potentially ruin their lives too. Also based trans brother! this game came out in 2016 and it's like, really well handled, like it's barely brought up but like, in a good way, like it's not dwelled upon much but it's also not just like, brushed aside and that's cool. Really Alma in general is easily one of my favorite characters, she's such a good friend to Jill :)

Really Big Sandwich (tm) Break!

She's the best character, she's not my favorite character, but she's the best character.

I'm sorry you can't argue with undeniable facts.

It's just true. She's also just like actually a nice and good person that actually helps people and is cool on top of being wacky :)

Ok so like the side-characters are all really good, and cool, and well-written, and I really like them a lot but like, Jill herself is also like, probably one of my favorite protagonists in anything ever now. THE FUCKING DEAD KINDA-EX GIRLFRIEND STUFF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-;-; AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Genuinely one of the saddest things I've ever read, and outside of a couple of days where she's completely broken, she still just kinda lives on despite how horrible of a situation it is, but it still affects her so much. LIKE NO HER DEATH OBVIOUSLY ISN'T YOUR FAULT BUT I 100% GET FEELING LIKE IT WAS AND FEELING COMPLETELY CRUSHED BY ALL OF THE REGRETS OF NEVER RECONCILING OUT OF FEAR AND NOW SHE'S JUST COMPLETELY GONE SO YOU NEVER CAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SHE EVEN LASHED OUT AT HER LITTLE SISTER AND THEN FELT IMMEDIATE REGRET OVER THAT BUT THEN WORKED UP TO COURAGE TO APOLOGIZE TO HER ON THE FINAL DAY AND RESTORE THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO HONOR HER DEAD GIRLFRIEND AND IT'S SO NICE AND CUTE AND I'M SO PROUD OF HER AND AND THEY DO EACH OTHER'S HAIR IN ALMA'S ENDING AND ;-;

Sorry I'm very normal and not at all still crying off and on 5 hours after I finished the game. So anyways this game handles it's themes and messages really well and it does a fantastic job at storytelling in general and I'm gonna go not cry myself to sleep and be a normal girl with a normal not fucked up emotional state ok byeeee!

[dinoswordsb]

erm anyways. multiples of 7

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Um yes ^_^ Most of my characters are for my pet project sleepy creek which ive talked about on and off on this blog. I have a couple other ones that're part of a different project thats like a western apocalypse thing but i dont think ive really mentioned them at all because its still very much a rough concept. 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

umm -looking at the list- that's all of them but specifically I will go with Frenzy :] Frenzy is my fallout OC, they're a traveling merchant with a LOT of baggage. They're an escaped member of the cult of the mothman in pt pleasant. They were raised on violence and as such have a lot of blood on their hands, and on top of that were groomed from the time they were young into believing they had a grand fate within the cult. After they escape, this feeling that they must be destined for greatness never really goes away, and manifests as guilt for the things they had done while with the cult. As such they believe themselves to be a sort of martyr, somebody to suffer or even die for the assistance of others.

21. Your most artistic OC

Mmmmm this is tough. As far as traditional art goes like sculptures and painting and whatnot, it's a solid tie between Ben and Allistor. They both work with many mediums, but Ben prefers more three dimensional works like sculptures or taxidermy pieces, though he also enjoys charcoal, while Allistor is more inclined to paint or use pastels/colored pencils/things like that.

As for other forms of art, Cutler has a band and makes music for a living ^_^ There's more but off the top of my head I can't remember them

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Osiris......he is a serial killer. So.

35. Any sibling characters?

Yes. Like, all of them. It's honestly easier to list characters that DON'T have siblings than the ones that do. But as for the main ones, Alex and Allistor are brothers, Wren has a brother named Cameron that's important to their arc(and eventually has his own), Masaru has two siblings I haven't introduced that are important to his backstory. AND Travis has a baby sister named Beth that he is very close with.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Danny hands down. Actually canonically had a hyperfix on greek lit in high school. Oedipus, Antigone, all that good stuff.

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Tie between Danny and Castyn because they are best friends :)

[pendragonthegreat]

All numbers for bobert blease

OKAY i'm normal about bobby pendragon

My first impression of them:

i think the very first time i read when i was like 8 iwas like this guy is sooo me. and on reread when i was 13 i was like this guy's a loser !!! but i love him

When I think I truly started to like them:

umm i don't know. i think only after i'd read the whole series and took in everything that happened to him

A song that reminds me of them:

smells like teen spirit

How many people I ship them with:

i don't want to repeat myself a bunch but it's really just spader. i don't dislike other ships but bobbyspader numero uno

My favorite ship of them:

BOBBYSPADER NUMERO UNO‼️

My least favorite ship of them:

um (looks around) sd . generally i'm not really an enemies to lovers guy

A quote of them that you remember:

MAN THAT SUIT IS JUST WICKED COOL

Your favorite outfit of them:

this is a tangent but isn't it kind of funny that i'm trying so hard to answer these outfit questions when they were obviously written with anything that's not a book in mind. anyway my answer is the weird little tunic and cape he's wearing in my icon

Your least favorite outfit of them:

i don't know. i don't think it's really applicable since he didn't get to choose most of his clothes

Describe the character in one sentence:

What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?:

"yo"

Sexuality hc:

well i think he's bisexual

Your favorite friendship they have:

mark actually !!!! is the curse of the nature of the series that we don't get very many moments between them

Best storyline they had:

actually i think it's raven rise .... the way he starts the book so deep in denial and escapism and has to come back from the depths and get back in the fight. yeah

Worst storyline they had:

i'm really unsure what these two questions mean by "storyline" exactly but anyway it's no secret that i don't like the rivers of zadaa very much so i guess that's my answer

A childhood headcanon:

ah i'm not great at thinking of headcanons off the top of my head

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc):

much like he is as a teenager, very friendly and outgoing

The most random ship you've seen people have with them:

siry 😭

A weird headcanon:

he eats chapstick

When do you think they were at their happiest?:

i feel like it's a cop out to say before the war so maybe on ibara for a second when he truly convinced himself the war was over

When do you think they were at their lowest?:

right after he killed naymeer

Future headcanon:

such is the nature of pendragon that most of the characters don't get to do anything post-canon. i guess i could say i always liked the idea that the travelers were reincarnated instead of going to solara

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?:

hmm i don't really have an answer for this one

When do you think they acted the most ooc:

ehhh you know this is kind of a hard question for me because it takes a lot for me to consider a character's canon actions "out of character"

When do you think they were being "themselves" the most?:

again i feel like it's a cop out to say before the series started so maybe cloral

If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?:

i promise i know characters that aren't from dj machale books but i always like to group together all the djm protagonists in my head like they have a club or support group so yeah any of them. that is marsh and coop from morpheus (i think they both count), tucker from sylo, and marcus from the library

The most unnecessary thing they ever did?:

all of his unnecessary sarcastic comments

How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?):

i think he would be really protective but also very playful with his kids. he'd play sports with them all the time obviously

The funniest scene they had?:

the one in raven rise where he wakes up and sd is there