#also next post is depressing I needed something cute.

[bodega-catto]

This was a whole date bruv

#jjk #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #sugusato #gego #it’s so intimate????? #like we are seeing them them three in the classroom and then walking with other students #including Shoko and yet she goes back to her place and they meet up alone???!!!!!!! #THIS IS A WHOLE DATE #also it’s mesmerizing the way Gojo moves when he’s staring at Geto when they finally meet like #he goes 😯🙂😃😀😄😎😎😎 #ITS SO CUTE UUHHGH #also next post is depressing I needed something cute.

[writersbarrierblock]

Right Next Door.

gif not mine

pairing: Kim Pine x GenderNeutral!Reader (uses they/them pronouns but also Wallace hits on you)

requested by kingcarlofconnecticut-blog. thanks for the request! lets go kim pine lovers.

word count: 2298

warnings: drinking and mentions of food, also mentions of overly competitive mario kart

summary: kim moves in at the apartment next to yours. you're shy, and she and her friends literally drag you out of your shell to compete in a drunk mario kart competition.

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“Let us know if you need anything, sweetie!” Kim’s parents wave her goodbye from their car. The redhead gives a wave back, before turning back to the new building where her new apartment now lies. She needed a new scene, and living with her parents got really depressing as the year passed. She regarded the plus sides, with her new place being near to everyone else and work– no longer needing the long bus drive to and from home. 

Shatterband was still going on, to her and Scott’s surprise. She just really liked playing drums, and neither of them really cared if they sounded bad. They were broadening their horizons, well, as much as they could with only playing at Scott’s place and having his cat be their only audience. They’re now moving on from covers of songs from 60s bands to songs from 90s bands. “Very distinct advancement, Neil. You wouldn’t get it.” Kim recalls Scott telling their young friend. 

She walks up to the door of her apartment, the keys in her hand. Before she could unlock her door, the neighbor in the apartment next to her suddenly opens their door and heads out. They both lock eyes, and she sees the neighbor gulp. 

“Uh, hey. I just moved in.” Kim greets them. The neighbor just gives the drummer a nod, before quickly retreating back to their apartment. Kim gets a puzzled look on her face, chuckling slightly, before entering her own apartment. 

That was not one of your best moments. You were already late for work, waking up late in the morning. You sped through your apartment, getting ready, as you step out the door you just freeze. 

You had heard about someone new moving in in the apartment near yours. You didn’t expect her to be so cute. Freckles, red hair, a track jacket that hugged her like armor. You just couldn’t get a word out. You felt heat coming up to your cheeks, you were flustered, and you had no idea how to deal with it. You give her nod, and get right back in your apartment, leaning against the door. A few moments later, you hear the door to her place close, and you breathe out a sigh. 

You head out hesitantly, and speed to work. You can lament your lack of charisma later. 

*** 

The day ends uneventfully, and you start to head back home. You pass by a liquor store, and decide to get the new neighbor a bottle of wine to welcome her in the building. 

You get to her door, your hand raised ready to knock, but you hesitate. Uncertainty fills you. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo after this morning. You go back to your apartment and get a post-it note to leave on the bottle. You write a simple ‘Welcome to the neighborhood!’ and write down your apartment number, and stick it on the label. You leave the bottle to the side of the door, and then head back to yours. 

*** 

Kim has been unpacking everything out of their boxes the whole day. She’s somewhat not particular about how things are organized, but she keeps things neat. The living room and kitchen were somewhat done, and all the majority of the boxes left are in her bedroom. Her phone rings at the kitchen counter, and she stands up from the floor to get it. 

“Yeah?” She says, still looking around in her apartment. It was still something to get used to. 

“Hey, Kim. I heard you got a new place. How is it?” Ramona’s voice inquires, her curious voice sounds from the device. 

“It’s good, Rammy. Still adjusting,” Kim says, kicking an empty box. 

“Well, how about we have dinner there? Like, a housewarming thing.” She can hear Ramona’s smile in her tone. Kim lets out a sigh.

“Fine. But no Italian food. I’m still recovering from that monstrosity of pasta that Scott cooked up last week.” Kim says, teasingly. She hears a distant angry shout through the line, recognizing it as Scott’s. 

“It was one time! I didn’t get the right cheese!” She hears Ramona chuckle, and the two women say their goodbyes. 

Kim decides to speed up unpacking. Her bedroom closet gets filled, along with the wardrobes and the cabinets. By the time she’s done cleaning up all the empty boxes, there’s a knock on the door. 

She opens it in a flash, Scott and Ramona appearing with food and a bottle of wine. Kim looks at the beverage. “I thought you were more of a tequila girl, Rammy.” 

“Actually, we found this at your door. Looks like a neighbor wanted to welcome you in.” Ramona says, shrugging off her coat. Scott puts the food down on the kitchen table. “Making friends already, Kimberly?” Ramona teases. 

Kim gives her a look. “No. I can barely tolerate you guys,” She says, inspecting the bottle. “I think I saw them earlier. Acted uh, unusual.” 

Scott turns to her. “Like, creepy-murderer unusual or collects-locks-of-hair unusual?” 

Ramona pats him on the shoulder. “I think those are the same type of unusual.” 

“They weren’t creepy. I think I kinda spooked them, or something.” Kim says, unsure. “Well, who in the world would be scared of you?” Scott says, sarcastic and smiling. 

The redhead promptly smacks him on the head. 

*** 

You head out for work a little earlier the next day. You step out, and lock your door, and you don’t notice Kim doing the same at her door. 

“Hey,” she calls for your attention. You look at her, your hands freezing with your keys and the doorknob. “Thanks for the wine. I appreciated it.” 

You finish locking your door, and turn to her. You fiddle with your keys. “Oh, no problem. Welcome to the building.” You avoid her eyes, shyness overcoming you. 

She looks at you, eyes roaming over your form. “I’m Kim. I never caught your name.” 

You introduce yourself to her, holding your hand out for a handshake. She takes it, and gives you a small smile. 

You walk together to the elevator. As the doors close, she turns to you. “Where are you headed?” She asks. 

“Oh, uh, work. I work at this office building downtown.” You explain, nodding. “Sounds soul-sucking.” She comments, voice flat, and it makes you chuckle. “Oh, you have no idea.”

“Where, uh, where are you headed?” You ask, hands buried deep into the pockets of your work pants. 

“I’m heading to a friend’s. He’s always getting into something stupid.” Kim sighs, slightly complaining. You lightly chuckle. 

“Sounds like good company,” you mumble, slightly teasing. Kim looks at you, a small smile on her lips. “Yeah, he’s an idiot.” 

The elevator dings, and you both get out. You give her a wave of goodbye, and throughout the day you keep thinking about her small smile. 

*** 

When you get home that day, as you walk into the hallway, you hear loud laughing and voices in Kim’s apartment. Before you get to your door, her door suddenly opens. A man walks out looking slightly tipsy, still looking at someone inside the apartment. “I swear guys, the pizza is here- Oh.” His eyes land on you, blatantly checking you out with half-lidded eyes. “Hey stranger.” 

“Wallace! Get back here, you bitch.” Another male voice comes from the apartment. Kim walks to the door, spotting you. “Oh, hi.” She greets you. 

You give her a wave, ducking your head in shyness. “Kim, who is this?” The dark haired guy slurs his words slightly, leaning against the threshold of her door. 

“Wallace, this is my neighbor. Do not.” She looks him in the eyes, warning slightly. Another person came up to the door, a guy with light brown hair, and he looked even drunker than the other guy. “Oh hey! You’re the neighbor! Come in! We’re playing Mario Kart.” 

“Oh, uh,” you clear your throat, awkwardly leaning on the wall, “I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

The two men try to usher you inside Kim’s apartment, encouraging you. You look at Kim, and she gives you a small smile. “I mean, I don’t mind.” She says, suddenly looking away, a bit of red on her cheeks. 

The drunk men cheered and continued to drag you inside. You look around at her apartment, admiring the decor. You see the rest of Kim’s friends crowded around her TV, sitting on the couch and pillows on the floor. Chips, dips, soda cans, and solo cups cover the coffee table that was pushed to the side. 

“Everyone, this is Y/N, they live next door.” Kim introduces you. “That’s Wallace, Scott, Ramona, Knives, and Neil.” You wave at them, subtly ignoring Wallace’s extra flirtatious ‘hey’. 

Kim guides you to sit on the couch, and you give everyone a shy smile. You get handed a drink and a controller, and your eyes widen. 

“Let’s see what you got, cutie.” Wallace gives you a wink. You don’t see Kim silently seethe. 

*** 

Kim, as it turns out, is very competitive. As is almost everyone else in her friend group. 

You watch on in amusement and horror as every race ends in an argument, and you can only catch bits of pieces through the crescendo of madness. You take a sip of your drink, and you spot Ramona also shaking her head, laughing at the fights. 

Your eyes look at Kim, her eyebrows furrowed in anger and fists balled up on her sides. You smile, enjoying just getting to know things about her. You head to the kitchen, fixing yourself another drink. 

“And you can’t be mad that that glitch was patched. You can’t do anything about it!” 

“Rainbow Road was your idea!”

“That turtle shell has ruined all seven years of our friendship.”

At the corner of your eye, you see Kim now sitting near the coffee table, angrily munching on chips. You get a bottle of water and go over to her, sitting beside her. You offer her the water, and she takes it silently. 

She has a bit of salsa on her chin, and you chuckle. “What?” She asks, deadpan. You shake your head, and reach over to her, wiping the spot of red away from her face, and licking it off your thumb. 

She stares at you dumbfoundedly, before looking away, staring at something else. Her emotionless face is betrayed by the blush on her cheeks. 

***

A few more drinks later, and a lot of matches getting only 6th place, you admit to yourself that you’re kind of tipsy. You look at Kim with half lidded eyes, a dopey smile on your face as she wins a race. Her lips stretched into a wide grin of victory, arms raised in the air. 

You take another sip of your drink, and Wallace slides next to you. “Hey, Y/N. Do you think Mario Kart rocks or sucks?” You furrow your eyebrows, confused. You’ve been puzzled by Wallace’s advances all night. 

“It’s good, it’s good.” You mumble, taking another sip. He nods, and puts a hand on your shoulder. “That’s good.” 

Kim sees this and makes her way to you two. Your eyes brighten when you see her. “Hey, Kim.” You greet, “Great, uh party.” You say. 

The redhead says nothing, glaring at the hand on your shoulder. Wallace whistles, and backs away, his hands up in mock surrender. Luckily, Scott and Ramona call him over as they fight about which character to play is the best. 

Kim sits next to you, staring straight ahead of her. You turn to face her, smiling. “Hi,” you say, tipsy. She looks at your face, her eyes softening and darkening at the same time. 

She looks to her friends, then back to you, and suddenly pulls you up from the couch. You let out a low noise in surprise, the room suddenly spinning more than it did a few minutes ago. She apparently dragged you to her room, and set you down on the floor. She sits down right after you, on her knees with her hands on your shoulders so you’re both at the same eye level. She’s suddenly so close to your face, and you can’t help but look at her dazedly. 

“Are you as drunk as I am right now?” She asks, gripping your shoulders tightly. You nod dumbly, not really trusting your voice right now. 

She looks into your eyes, and then glances lower. She licks her lips, and your eyes drink in the movement. She suddenly surges forward, kissing you softly. Electricity hits you, and the soft contact shocks you and heats up your entire body. 

You lean into her, humming appreciatively at the feeling of her lips on yours. You put your arms around her, holding her by the waist. She inadvertently gets on top of you, her whole weight on your lap. 

The kiss deepens when you hear her moan. The sound puts you more in a trance, and you desperately try to make her make more sounds. You pull her closer to you, and her warmth perfectly consumes your senses. Everything else didn’t exist, and the world was only Kim. 

A sudden knock and the sound of someone barging in pulls you both away from each other. Heat rises to your cheeks, still a little out of it. You see Scott at the door, his eyes wide and jaw dropped. 

You look at Kim, and she’s giving Scott the deadliest glare you’ve ever seen her give. She suddenly gets up and starts chasing him. “Pilgrim! Get over here!” You hear a high-pitched scream of fear from the other room, and you don’t pay it mind. Your mind can’t wrap its head around the most amazing kiss you’ve had. You lay down on the floor with a contented sigh. 

#scott pilgrim imagines #scott pilgrim x reader #kim pine x reader #kim pine #kim pine x gn!reader

[starguardianniom]

Adrien and Marinette screwing each other's character development

That's literally what happened in season 5.

5 seasons of Adrien trying his best to break free of his dad's abuse and control only for Marinette to honors Gabriel's wish and make him believe he was a hero and a good parent, despite having front seat at his abuse, on top of fighting him, and Gabriel made the both of time cry. So now Adrien will forever think his father was a good man, when he was not. He will like his abuser, when the last episode showing them together has Adrien showing nothing but hatred toward his father for thinking he knew better for him when he was just doing what he wanted Adrien to do and not what Adrien wanted himself.

We spent 5 seasons watching Marinette trying and failing to confess to Adrien, only for him to confess to her instead which rendered kind of all her efforts pointless, on top of not having to learn the many lessons that she should have, like regarding his private life, or start seeing him as a person and not a perfect angel who can't do no wrong. They even had some jokes at her behavior, behavior that they later learned was because she had a traumatic experience which made her decide that the next poor sod that would catch her attention would not be permitted to have a private life whatsoever, just because she made an error of judgement and didn't listen to her friend's warning, something she keeps doing repeatedly during the series. She just gets her boyfriend and never has to change her behavior, and he doesn't get to maybe get mad or creeped out at all the stuff she did for him while she could barely speak to him, let alone struggle to stay close less she ran away out of being scared to ask him out. So her toxic behavior also doesn't get to be toned down. Biggest example is after learning that Gabriel is Monarch, she goes to speak to him because she wants Adrien back, not to stop Monarch once in for all. She has to when he finds her in his house and she can't hide much longer.

The main difference, Marinette has been aware since forever that Gabriel was pretty controlling with Adrien and got depressed over it several times since it meant she couldn't hang out with him. And she still sided with his abuser because she didn't want Adrien to deal with the backlash of knowing his father was the local terrorist of the city. A guy she spent 5 season fighting, and spent the last episode of season 5 beating up because he prefered to go with his crazy scheme instead of respecting his wife's last wish. And she decides to respect Gabriel's last wish instead of being honest with Adrien and the rest of the city, which I'm sorry to say, is beyond horrible of her. People deserves the truth, so does Adrien, stop coodling him like his father tried, he doesn't need it.

Meanwhile Adrien just learned in the last season that she had a crush on him. And saw her doing some pretty weird stuff, but never truly saw the real depths as to how far Marinette was willing to go to get his love. He didn't see her bully Kagami, he didn't see her lie and manipulate her parents to make her follow him to Shangai and abandoning her uncle on his birthday just to go stalk him, among other stuff. So he isn't aware of the worst of Marinette, and half of it he thinks she's just weird because to him that's how she's always been, weird and quirky but still charming and cute somehow.

I kind of just realised that while reading other posts about those subjects and just saw that they both ruined each other's development, Adrien unintentionally and Marinette, intentionally.

EDIT: chocolatevoidpizza made me realize I was victim blaming Marinette for the cruel prank she went through in Derision via the line "just because she made an error of judgement and didn't listen to her friend's warning".

That is unfair on Marinette and I apologize for writing that and take it back.

I however won't delete it cause I need the reminder to not have a repeat of that and I need the lesson.

So thank you chocolatevoidpizza for opening my eyes and knocking sense back into me.

#ml season 5 spoilers #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #ml s5 spoilers #ml s5 leaks #marinette dupain cheng #gabriel agreste #ml leaks #ml season 5 leaks #ml bible spoilers #ml salt #marinette salt #gabriel agreste salt #gabriel salt

[oftlunarialmoon]

What To Put In A Self Care Box? How to Make a Box for Self Care !

Originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on May 21, 2018

Ciao lovelies! Today's post is about how to make a self-care box and what kind of stuff to put in it!

A self-care box is a box filled with items that you can use when you're having a rough day, or just need a bit of self care. What do you need for this?

Well for starters, a box!

I've got some boxes here, as examples. You can find big or small pretty photo storage boxes at craft stores and if you get them on sale they can be relatively cheap. You can also use a shoebox and either decorate it or leave it plain. You can use a "tupperware" style clear box as well. You can even use a jewelry holder styled box, like the one of the top of this pile- I found this one at a thrift store.

For my personal self care box, I will be using this pineapple pattern photo storage box from Joann's:

So, now you've got your box, hooray! Step one, done. Now, what do we put in it?

To begin, I put in this small book of Hello Kitty word searches. It's good to put things to distract yourself in your self care box. And small things that can lead to feelings of accomplishment, like word searches, are good for kicking bad feelings to the curb. 

Next I added some bath bombs, the big one is cucumber and the small one is peppermint. Bath bombs can help encourage you to take care of yourself hygiene wise and will motivate you to bathe/shower. You can also include nicely scented bodywash, bubble bath, bath crackles, a cute toothbrush/hairbrush, anything that will motivate you to take care of your hygiene.

I also added a movie I like to watch. Movies can be a great distraction from bad feelings, and provide you with something else to think about for a while. Movies can also take you to other worlds, and watching a movie while upset can really change your mood! Just make sure you choose an uplifting movie.

After that, I added some perfume, nail polish, and lip balm. Sometimes taking care of your appearance can help uplift your mood, I know it does for me. Plus, lip balm is good for your lips and as for the perfume, I always feel better when I smell nice. 

What else did I add to my box?

I also added:

-Small Toys: I like to use small toys as a kind of Stim, they relax me and I like how cute they are.

-Stimming Items: I included a container of Silly Putty, 2 containers of modeling dough, and a fidget spinner as stimming items for myself in my box. For more info on Stimming, see THIS post.

- A bow hairclip: So I can feel cute even on my down days.

-Vitamin B-12: This vitamin is good for helping with energy levels and balancing mood! I also will later be including vitamin D because sometimes I don't go outside enough, become Vitamin D deficient, and then my depression worsens due to it. So including that vitamin can help as well!

What else could you include in your self-care box?

-Your Favorite Book: Reading, like movies, can take you to a different world and really affect your mood!

-Small Stuffed Animals: Having a small stuffed animal or two in your box could really provide some comfort!

-Friend's Phone Numbers: To text or call them when times get hard.

-Small Snacks (that don't need to be refrigerated): Sometimes you get into a bad mood because you might have missed a meal or your body needs a snack. Some fun snacks that you can keep in your self-care box include: gummies, fruit snacks, crackers, pretzels, cheese crackers, goldfish, dark chocolate chips (Which can help with mood!)..... the possibilities are pretty much endless! You can also keep a reusable water bottle and flavor packets in your box so you stay hydrated!

-A Journal And Something To Write With: So you can write about your feelings. Sometimes writing can be the best outlet.

-Coloring Pages/Book and Coloring Supplies: Keeping a coloring book or coloring pages and markers, crayons, or colored pencils in your self care box can provide a great outlet for stress relief!

-Nice Scented Lotion: To moisturize your skin. I find this to be a soothing thing. 

-Squishies: These can be great stress relievers. If you don't like squishies, maybe try a stress ball instead!

-Whatever Makes You Happy! In the end, this box is yours to customize to your hearts content, because this box's sole purpose is to make you happy!

What do you lovelies think of the idea of making a self-care box? Would you ever make one? Let us know in the comments!

Remember to Stay Awesome and Love Yourself!

#agere class #agere classroom #agere daycare #agere school #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw littlespace #age regressor #sfw age regression #agereg #age dreaming #sfw little blog #agere blog #Ciao lovelies #Agere diys #Agere diy #Agere craft #Agere crafts #agere learning

[misfitclassismyfreetherapy]

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

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The long-awaited, the sequel of a sequel, ✨ Mairuma Incorrect Quotes ✨Get ready..*finger guns* to be disappointed!

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Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #1

Purson: Lied? Ah hell no he's definitely not straight.

Camui: As much as I agree he doesn't really look like a demon who only has one gender attraction however, he never really shown any other type of gender other than the wonderful females.

Purson: Fine. Bet.

Moments later

Purson pointing in a random direction: Lied! Look it's Opera-sensei being shirtless!

Lied immediately whips his head around: Where?!

Camui:

( Yes, how did Lied-kun realize he isn't only bisexual? Opera. No need I say more.)

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

Kerori, literally not getting any sleep because of her akudol career: My fucking mixed complex is so weird and a pain in the ass too, like I could literally be bawling my eyes out on the floor and writing depressing inferiority lyrics, and the next second I could be boasting about my cuteness being as superior as Delkila.

Agares, just trying to get some sleep because it's fucking 3 AM but not wanting to be a prick to his best friend finally opening up: Uh-huh.

Kerori, unconciously pining over a girl she often rejects: Also Gyari, she is such an unbelievable asshole. Like she says she wants to give me some of her company's Vill because she said 'you should rest, Kerori. My beautiful gem must be at her very best for me to be happy making you mine.' like fuck you, that shit you just said made my brain turn into mush and now I can't stop thinking about it you rockhead bastard.

Agares, covering his ears with his pillow not wanting to hear the hopeless pining for the hundredth time: Uh-huh.

( 💫 Agares and Kerori, the tsundere duo because it's literally my drug 💫 )

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

Asmodeus, speaking to himself : Listen here, Alice. You don't want to have a stain on your honored position as Iruma-sama's soulmate. So you shall NOT allow your insufferable feelings get the better of you.

Iruma, does something Iruma-like:

Asmodeus, being incredibly in love: Fuck.

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #4

Ronove: You're just like me!

Zeze: Oh I can see~

Ronove and Zeze singing together dramatically: We take responsibilties~

Vine, mumbling in a corner about shiny people being way too sparkling: Oh derkila, TWO of these types now?

The rest of the student council except Ameri, realizing that they're gonna have another version of Ronove: Aw fuck.

( Student council shenanigans because I can.)

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #5

Misfit Class: We finally have a plan.

Balam: As long as it doesn't get you illegally in trouble

Misfit Class:

Balam:

Lied: FUCK! We planned this shit for two hours already!

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So yeah that's all. I decided to be nice and give them a break on the dark humor and trauma thing. Don't expect this to be your usual. This is one-in a life time sorta thing. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my post and have a good day or night guys, gals and non-binary pals!

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairuma #m!ik #iruma suzuki #mairimashita iruma kun #shax lied #asmodeus alice #agares picero #crocell kerori #mairuma incorrect quotes #suzuki iruma #balam seishiro

[mare-sanguis]

Jihyun and Jaewon at the library

The whole scene with them together at the library touched my soul but the one that really tugged at my heart the most was when Jihyun waved at Jaewon with such a big fond and happy smile.

And yet again, besides its beauty, it has so so many hidden meanings. From the way they sit in the shadow or the light, to how the camera is placed and how much focus is put on Jihyun.

We see Jaewon sitting across his ex- all covered in a dim light, sun catching the left side of his face. Paired with the things he says, or doesnt say, to his ex its as if he is trying to leave the mask behind he so hates to wear. The light is searching for him.

We get a shot of him from the side, where he is illuminated by soft golden light- his clothes and movements dimming the scene, showing us clearly how he continues to struggle with his mental health. But still, theres something on the horizon foreshadowed by the light shining on him.

Right after this, we get to see Jihyun sitting on the other side of the library- we get to see how happily he waves at Jaewon, with that adorable smile. The scene? Bright, not really colorful but white and clean. The color of innocence, purity and most importantly?

Hope.

Jihyun is bathing in the sunlight- in white. He is Jaewons hope

The track towards Jihyun is straight, without any obstacles- except the shadow on the left side to the corridor- its what they both need to overcome to meet face to face. For the scene, they again picked the OTS/TPS (over the shoulder/third person shot) they picked for the shower scene- to make it clear we are Jaewon. To make us feel what he feels.

Above Jihyun hangs a painting, representing both characters very well; its colors are:

Blue- for Jihyun its the color of trust, security, loyality, honesty and reliability. For Jaewon its the color of depression and passivness.

Green- for Jihyun its the color of harmony, safety, growth and health. For Jaewon its the color of jealousy

Yellow- For Jihyun its the color of happiness, optimism, inspiration, creativity and warmth. For Jaewon, its the color of fear, betrayal and cowardice

Orange- For Jihyun, its the color of youth and upliftment. For Jaewon its the color of insincerity and pessimism

The painting is a sunrise. The very thing Jihyun represents in Jaewons life

Its not just a cute and adorable scene, but also highlights so much about their characters, shows their personality and inner thoughts without even saying anything. And with the scene having no background noises or music, except the light buzzing, paper rustling and Jaewons soft laugh, its as if we're watching something so intimate, almost holy.

Its truly beautiful and next to the shower scene my favorite one so far

In this post, I mentioned how Jaewon sees Jihyun in a dim light- notice how it shifted to something light over the past episodes? Jihyun already helped him overcome some shadows

#the eighth sense #bl drama #korean bl #bl series #bl drama review #queer drama #queer drama review #korean bl review #lim jisub #jaewon #oh juntaek #jihyun #the scene everyone waited to be analiyzed? #um i tried to not go too deep into color theory i didnt want the post to be super long #its not as long as i thought it would be but perhaps i will make a longer one once all episodes are out #and i can watch them all back to back

[pastel-ghot-lolita]

TWISTED WONDERLAND CHARACTERS AS GAMERS!!! (a.k.a what games would they play)

Riddle Rosehearts: Since his mom would never let him play, the most he can have is mobile games with quizzes and tests. Not even Candy Crush TT

Ace Trappola: I could see him play Resident Evil Village. He says he's cool with horror games, until he gets jumpscared and screams louder than a mandrake root, just to be scolded by Riddle and be laughed at by Grim and Deuce.

Deuce Spade: The Need for Speed Franchise. He would buy every version just to drive whenever he has time after classes.

Trey Clover: Cooking Mama on a 3DS. He would play with his siblings and would get a gold medal on each dish.

Cater Diamond: Anything that is currently trending, so he can stream it for likes, shares and subscribes. He would laugh every time he dies in Elden Ring but would end the laughter with a depressive sentence.

Leona Kingscholar: Chess Online. Next question.

Ruggie Bucchi: Anything that is Free-to-Play. Would never play Genshin Impact in fact, just because that's too much dedication for someone who works for Leona as well.

Jack Howl: Wolf Among Us. He got interested because of the title but got addicted to the story and the characters.

Azul Ashengrotto: Animal Crossing New Horizon. He finds Tom Nook as his ultimate role-model. He also keeps thinking how Timmy and Tommy are like a purer versions of Jade and Floyd.

Jade Leech: Strange Horticulture. He can finally take care of plants not just physically.

Floyd Leech: Fighting games for sure. Street Fighter, Tekken even Skullgirls on his phone.

Kalim Al-Asim: The Pokemon Franchise. He finds every one of them adorable, so he buys every game. He always has a hard time when he have to fight tho. He also cries every time one of them falls unconscious.

Jamil Viper: The Just Dance Franchise. He always complains when the motion controllers don't read his movements correctly and he looses points.

Vil Schoenheit: He would totally enjoy Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen. He loves collecting rare clothing and actually enjoys the story as well.

Rook Hunt: A lot of FPS type of games. He would annoy the other players on Team Fortress 2 or Rainbow Six Siege for sure because of his good skills. They often think he's cheating.

Epel Felmier: GTA 5. He's just like a child with strict parents, when he hears Vil's footsteps he turns the game of and switches to Farming Simulator with an innocent smile.

Idia Shroud: ANY game. He would finish anything that he ever started, even if he hates the game for some reason. He would play until he sees the notification about the Platinum Trophy being unlocked. During multilayers his very competitive tho.

Ortho Shroud: Multiplayer games that are cute, like: Mario Party, Super Smash Bros or Mario Kart. They play with Idia when the other is free from other games.

Malleus Draconia: Pou on a smartphone. Once he figures out how to unlock the smartphone tho... (RIP Pou)

Lilia Vanrouge: Doom Eternal. Or just in general all the Doom games. He tends to blast the OST at the dorm as well.

Silver: Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, since it's very relaxing but keeps him entertained enough to not fall asleep.

Sebek Zigvolt: Plants VS. Zombies. He really doesn't have any skills so he needs something simple. After that he might try Minecraft I guess...

Grim: Fruit Ninja on Yuu/MC's tablet. Yuu/MC also makes videos about it and posts them with the tag #gamerweasel

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kamil al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #grim twst #gamer #twst gamers #yuu/mc #i had too much free time to think about this post #gamerweasel

[sarahivess]

WARNING: LONG RANT AND EXPLANATION

I feel like I have to stand up for myself now when I’ve seen the way some of the people in this fandom have been spreading rumors about me on Twitter.

I’m going to take this from the beginning.

//

In November, I was kinda new on Twitter. I remember seeing a tweet in my feed, it said “Let Robin say lesbian in season 5” and to me, who lives in Sweden, the word lesbian isn’t a very “bad” word. It’s actually a very common and normal word here, and we have a bunch of movies and tv-shows when lesbian girls and women simply say: I’m lesbian! So to me, I had NO IDEA that in the US, it’s seen as a “bad” word and that’s why the fans wanted her to verbally say it. I totally get that now, but I wasn’t aware back then. Silly me then made a comment, because a very cute and funny little moment popped up in my head and I felt like: AH I need to write this. It was something along with:

“Or gay, because imagine how cute it would be if Will came out as gay, and Robin would say “I’m gay too”, and then a stunned Dustin (or someone) would say “Okay, so while we’re at it - does anyone else want to come out of the closet?” And then Mike slowly raises his hand.”

I didn’t think much more about it, and the next time I logged into Twitter I had gotten like 50 qrts with: LOADS of death threats, gifs with people murdering people, people calling me lesbophobe, people mocking my grammar, my age, people saying weird things to me about Will etc. I was in such shock, I deleted the tweet right away and had a panic attack. What the hell just happened? How did that made me a lesbophobe? I’m bisexual myself, and I LOVE lesbians. I have also a bunch of wlw ships that I love. But all that shit just because I didn’t know that the word lesbian was very uncommon for americans to say in American media and how they wanted to change that.

Anyways, I deactivated my Twitter because all these horrible rumors about me triggered my suicidal thoughts (I suffer from depression), I made a new one and people figured me out right away so I changed alias and pfp/header but people still figured out it was me.

I blocked every single toxic person I came across, a few months passed and one day I was on Twitter again. This time, it was about an analysis of a scene in Stranger Things. Me and an iconic Byler here on tumblr were analysing the scene when everyone says goodbye at the end of season 3. First, Mike looked uncomfortable af when El kissed him, and later on he looked uncomfortable when she was close to him, hugging and touching and making a forehead touch. In one of the gifs, to ME it looked like the hand movement from El was kinda harsh when they made that forehead touch and I just couldn’t understand how people thought it was cute. It was a personal opinion and just a harmless analysis. Both me and this other person were also saying “Nothing against El though, she’s a kid, but I guess if the roles were reversed - if Mike would be the one to kiss El with her not kissing back, with open eyes, looking uncomfortable and shocked, I guess people would have accused him for SA or something. Not that we did, but we know that it would look a lot more bad if Mike was the one who kissed her and not vice versa simply because of the statistics. WE NEVER ACCUSED EL FOR SA. We both love her and she’s my favorite female character in the show. I just don’t like the SHIP Mlvn and I didn’t get how people thought that scene was cute. It was simply an analysis, nothing more. Not an accusation. Not a hate post. That post had over 200 likes and LOADS of reblogs with people who thought the same. But still only me and my friend were attacked. That also lead to ANOTHER accusation: of me being antisemitic. Why?

In year 2006, I first started my YouTube channel. I was very interested in learning how to edit, so thanks to tutorials I learned by myself how to edit. I was 14 years old when I read Anne Frank’s diary for the first time and I saw so much of myself in her. I also loved the way she described her relationship with Peter in the diary, so I watched “Anne Frank: The Whole Story” from 2001 and thanks to my family I could get that movie on my computer so I could make tribute videos of her since she inspired me so much, to never give up on my dreams and to ALWAYS follow my heart and believe that every person is truly good at heart. I made my own trailer for the movie, because there was none to be found on YouTube. My edits became very popular for being back in 2007, and soon loads of people found them. 90% was so happy I made these tributes, that I let the memory of her and all the people who tragically was murdered by the nazi’s back in the 30/40’s live on. But there was also a bunch of REAL antisemitics who called Anne a bunch of horrible stuff in the comments, people who claimed the holocaust never happened etc and I was defending her and the other victims for dear life. I was so proud of my edits, like I said: I was 14 years old and she was my biggest inspiration. My parents also watched these and they didn’t think they were problematic in any way so of course I trusted them and their moral.

And yes, I also made two tribute edits of her and Peter (I didn’t even knew about the term “shipping” back then) but this person on Twitter said I was making “ship edits” about Anne Frank. I have made all of my old videos private now, mostly because of the bad quality but also because of this person who now made me embarrassed of them instead. I wouldn’t make these edits today. Here’s a glimpse of one of them:

Is this antisemitic in any way?

Anyways, because of this person + a lot of others, this made me and my friend to eventually deactivate our tumblr accounts. I hade SO much going on in my personal life back then too, so this was just too much. They found out things about my family situation and that made me freak out, I was threatening them with the cops just because they were attacking and stalking me and my family on a personal level. They were harassing me on TikTok. On DM. On Twitter. People were leaving me and I felt like shit. Luckily there was a bunch who still were standing by my side through all of this and I am SO grateful for you all. Never forget that, you guys made me come back here.

Also, now when one of my tweets became popular on Twitter, of COURSE these people found me and started spreading these rumors again. I found that out from some of my friends here, sending me ss.

I just can’t fucking believe these people. All because of a silly little tweet which ended up in a total DISASTER.

End of rant. I hope at lease some of you understand.

#angelwithnightmares #byler blog #priv rants

[liil-ee]

⚠️JJK S2 E3 SPOILERS⚠️

This episode was literally so perfect and wrapped up this arc so. well.

it wasn’t too depressing & had its cute lil comedic moments ❤️

the captured Geto’s thoughts PERFECTLY and I myself as the viewer was able to put myself in his shoes. -He’s tired of CONSTANTLY exorcizing & consuming curses. -One of his juniors died & now he’s worried about his friends (BUT ENDS UP BETRAYING THEM!? GETO MAKE UP UR MIND.)

-He was feeling useless and we could see him becoming more and more depressed 💔 but we see him looking healthier after making his decision 🤕🤕 EVEN THOUGH IT WAS THE WRONG ONE. 😭

Idk why but this part was so satisfying to watch, THE WAY HIS HANDS MOVE- OMG.

absolutely sobbing bcos of the running water that sounded an AWFUL lot like clapping 🤨🤨

same with the scene where Yuki & Geto were chatting, the rain sounded very sus

OK BUT I DON’T REMEMBER THIS PART IN THE MANGA. NOOOOO ☹️

MY MAN WAS PISSED FR 💔💔

THEY ACTUALLY ADDED IN THE KFC LMAO

I expected this scene to be a lot sadder tbh but it wasn’t too bad

(Still sobbing tho)

& Shoko and Geto jus casually talking about his criminal record 💀

anyways here’s my cutie patootie making silly little facial expressions 🤭

UHM ABD MY FAVORITE TRIO IS BACK TOGETHER (on screen) ❤️❤️YES.

THIS SHOT ATE THO BECAUSE IT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE THE MANGA ❤️❤️ ADULT GOJO ALREADY SLAYING THE MOMENT HES ONSCREEN

& then my sillies arguing over a chair the moment they’re on screen 💀

OKAY BUT IM ACTUALLY RLLY EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK.

Based on the post credit preview, it looks like they made an entire episode dedicated to that one chapter where Yuuji reunites with one of his childhood friends ❤️❤️ YAY NO TRAUMA YET 🫡🫡 THANK YOU MAPPA!!

But also crossing my fingers we bring Juju strolls back bcos I need a lil something after each Shibuya episode 😀

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #Jjk s2 #hidden inventory #hidden inventory arc #satoru gojo #jjk anime #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen s2 #jujutsu kaisen season 2

[strawbrygashez]

Postal 1 Fic

Uncle Dave Saves Christmas

Wooooo I’m finally writing for my idea I posted a while back where Dave often visits p1 while he’s locked up in the mental ward and flirts with staff to bend a few rules LOL! Also in this I decided to make Corkscrew aka Shtopor P1s brother :) Dave doesn’t actually ‘save Christmas’ 💀 I’m just terrible with titles and thought it was funny.

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“Thank you again sweetheart. I see him from here.” Dave thanked the shorter blonde nurse that had led him to the cafeteria where most if not all the patients were grouped into currently. The room wasn’t usually as full as it was now but he supposed it made sense why everyone was gathered up. It was Christmas after all and it looked like the workers had decided to throw a little something together. The room had the odd Christmas decoration here and there with red and green party streamers lining the usually bare walls. He had to admit it made things feel a little less depressing for once in the big, old building.

He’d basically knew his way around the place by now since he visited quite often in the past three years ever since his nephew had gotten thrown in. Though he knew Dude needed to pay the price for his actions and then some.. he couldn’t help to always feel at least somewhat bad for him being locked up. The staff weren’t the nicest, some areas around the building were severally ran down and it just seemed like a depressing place to be for everyone involved, but yet again, he kept in mind some people who’d been effected by Dudes actions wished much, much worse upon him so he tried not to let it get to him too much. Besides, even if things were terrible around him, the most important part of being here was that Dude was finally getting the help he needed and supervision he hadn’t been able to provide Dude himself.

For a while there, it almost seemed like that ‘help’ Dude was supposed to be receiving barely had any positive effects on him. For the longest time, every time he’d visit Dude would just sit there in complete silence, barely even moving as he’d inform him how his relatives were doing, what he’d been up to, what’s going on in the outside word and the like. It had only been recently where Dude would mumble a small response back to whatever gossip came to Dave’s mind or gave a small thank you for one of the gifts Dave had been able to work into gifting Dude despite the strict rules most nurses and staff took to heart. It was only when Dave took notice that if he played it extra sweet to some of the female workers, he’d be able to bend the rules a bit. Who knew his charm and leadership skills that he’s used to get suckers into giving him money and worshiping every word he said would also help him, help Dude out? Speaking of the lady workers…

The lady next to Dave blushed at the nickname and nodded, holding her clipboard to her chest. “No problem..Just let me know if there is anything else I can do to help. I’ll be nearby.” She shyly replied. Dave gave her another grin and said something along the lines of ‘of course’ before he glanced around the room again and spotted his nephews unmistakable firey-red hair.

Dude was sitting in his usual spot he’d take whenever Dave would find him in during lunch. He’d always sit at a table far away from the others by himself, next to the top left corner of the room.

Dave ignored the glances some patients threw at him as he made his way over to him while he thought about how it was kinda sad that, damn, even here Dude always ended up wanting to be by himself when there was probably tons of other ‘rejects’ that he could relate to in someway here. Dave had even seen a sweet, cute girl patient around Dudes age try to talk to Dude once but all Dude did was give her a simple nod one time while she talked to him. If maybe he’d had enough time to talk with Dude before everything happened, he could have possibly also helped him ‘get some game’. It wasn’t like Dude was bad looking or anything but- ‘Oh wow….’

Dave had stopped in both his thoughts and steps once he realized as he got closer, that Dude wasn’t alone and even more surprisingly…he was smiling?? at a man who sat across from him. It was some man with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes that was accompanying Dude. It looked like they were talking about something and whatever it was, they were both smiling and the man was laughing. Damn. Maybe the people here do know what they are doing. He himself couldn’t help but smile also, even more so as he approached the two.

“Well this is a surprise Dude. I don’t think i’ve seen ya look so happy in a long time!” He suddenly loudly spoke. Causing Dude to jump a little at the suddenness. His smile had faltered a bit as Dave patted his back with one hand and sat a couple gift bags on the table with the other.

Dude made himself look small again as he looked down at his tray and played with the end of his own sleeve. “Yeah..” he awkwardly mumbled out as he swallowed. Dave was kinda confused why he’d gotten all ‘emo’ again but didn’t let his own smile leave. In fact, he reached out his hand towards the stranger and told him his name which the man told him his own before he took a seat next to him. “This a friend of yours Dude? Don’t think I’ve seen him around before.” Dave asked as he took his coat off and sat it down next to himself.

Dude still had his face covered with his long hair as he kept looking down and shrugged. “Yeah.” Was the only response he gave. Dave waited a bit, hoping his nephew would continue but when he realized he wouldn’t, he shook his head jokingly before looking at the man next to him again. “Well whatever you’re doing is good. Haven’t seen him that happy in ages. I can barely get much out of the goober.. well it’s gotten better but yknow.” He shrugged.

The man smiled back at him. “Yeah..He was a tough nut to crack but I did it..” the man said, his eyes shifting over to look at Dude who was picking at the food on his plate with a fork. “Yknow..” he began before smirking a bit. “He’s told me a lot of good things about you before. He’s even told me one time you made his whole day after..- what was it you gave him? That one silly book with the wolves?”

Dude whined the man’s name in embarrassment before he suddenly let go of the fork and covered his face, making the stranger chuckle. Dave couldn’t help but laugh a bit at it too. “Really? That one with all the facts about ’em and shit?” He asked Dude though he knew he wasn’t going to get a response.

It felt nice to know he was appreciated honestly though he didn’t come over to see Dude just for that. He genuinely cared for and loved Dude though he screwed up big time. He knew Dude never had a easy life and honestly.. he might harbor a little guilt himself for not trying more to get him out of his living situation as a kid or trying to contact him more once he grew up but well, that’s just how things played out at the end of the day. There wasn’t much he could do to change the past no matter how much he wanted to. Sometimes he wondered if Dude would change his past if he could too..

Like he assumed, Dude didn’t respond though and just kept his face covered as both of the mens laughter faded. It was only when the blonde man let out a sigh from all the snickering before shuffling to get up, Dude moved his hands to peak over at him through his hair.

“Alright guys. I’ll leave you two to talk. I know if a family member came to see me I would want space away from others.” He said as he picked up his tray. “Oh, nah. you’re cool. It’s fine man! To me at least anyways.” Dave assured him with a dismissive wave of a arm though looking over at Dude after to see if he wanted the guy to leave or not too.

The man watched Dude for a moment in silence with a smile as Dude looked back at him. It was..kinda weird. They seemed to be silently talking through the way they looked at each over before the man spoke up again. “It’s fine.” He said to Dave before leaning down just a tiny bit towards Dude. “I’ll just be at the table near the exit door. Okay?” He assured him in a soft, caring voice….a bit too much of one in Dave’s mind. Something was definitely going on between them. No man really talks to another guy like that unless…-

Dude pushed up his glasses before giving the blonde a nod, and with that, the man took his belongings and left them to be. Dave watched him do so as he thought to himself silently before he returned his focus back to Dude who had pushed some of his hair back behind his ear and was taking a bite out of some corn that had already been cut off the cob. He watched him eat for a couple minutes before finally speaking up again. “Cute boyfriend.”

This made Dude pause his motion of bringing the spoon back up to his mouth, to frown at him which made Dave laugh. “Chill I don’t fucking care. Ya know..I’ve been with a few guys myself.” He said as he rested his crossed arms on the table in front of him.

Dude didn’t give him much of a reply other than a eye roll and a shake of the head.

“I mean it. There was this guy back in uhh the ‘70s or later on I met at this protest or some kinda free love thing and he was just jacked man I mean like-”

“Please stop.” Dude finally spoke. Dave rolled his eyes and smiled. “Just saying. Was trying to make you feel better.”

“Well… it wasn’t helping.” Dude replied as he took another bite of his food.

That was another thing. When he used to visit him, Dude refused to eat to the point where it highly irritated the nurses. It got really concerning for awhile with how weak and skinny Dude had gotten..He wasn’t sure what had suddenly changed now though. He wasn’t complaining of course. He hated to see Dude do that to himself. All he could guess was either a therapist got through to him or his little lover boy had talked him into it. Whatever or whoever caused the change made him feel thankful though.

“Whatever you say man…” Dave responded.

He also couldn’t help but to notice how the food looked a lot better than the crap they usually cooked. Damn they really tried to put something nice together this year for everyone. He’d have to mention something about how he really appreciated them doing all this this year but man..if it didn’t make him hungry himself. If he’d only brought something..

Oh, wait he did. Not food though. Rather, he’d managed to forget about the gifts bags that still sat on the table.

“When you’re done you can open your gifts already. I can’t stay very long today.” Dave said as he scooted the presents closer towards Dude. At this Dude raised a eyebrow and sat his fork down again before he took hold of one of the bags. “Why?”

“I’m picking up your brother at the air port afterwards. He flew in to spend a couple days with me and some of your cousins.” He responded. The conversation also reminded him to also check the time on his watch. Seeing that he had more than enough time still, he sat his arm back down and glanced back up to Dude who looked like he had something on his mind.. he knew that one stare he was doing right now never meant anything good.

“Oh..He’s going to be around for awhile? That’s nice.” He mumbled. Before Dave could reply Dude suddenly looked him directly in the eyes and spoke clearly. “Does he hate me? Does he know what I did?”

Dave sighed. There was a reason he barely ever brought him up. He knew how much Dude loved his brother. They two had been glued at the hip basically until his own jackass of a brother decided to up and leave and somehow managed to just only take Shtopor with him. Honestly Dave seriously believed that had been one of the first things that led to Dudes downfall. Dude had already been lonely enough as it was even when his brother lived with him so him just being whisked away.. the only person Dude ever really connected with to Dave’s knowledge.. it was truly awful. Not to mention Dude having to deal with the fact that instead of his Dad taking both sons, he only took one.

“No. He doesn’t hate you. Just the other day he was telling me how he missed you.” Dave decided to reply. Yes, Shtopor knew of what Dude had done. It was all wide spread news. But truthfully, Shtopor sounded like he held similar feelings as Dave did about the whole thing. They were the only two people in the whole family that felt similarly basically. Though there wasn’t much of a family to begin with and most people who Dave still hung around never even wanted to mention Dude.

“Are you telling the truth?” Dude asked as Dave noticed him, gripping onto the gift bag a bit tighter. This is exactly why he didn’t wanna talk about him often. He knew it was probably still a really sore spot for him but he did have some news that would cheer him up a bit.

“I promise. We even were thinking maybe we could see if they’d let him come see you for a bit while he’s in town.”

The news made that glazed over look in Dudes eyes suddenly disappear as his expression softened into one of a mixture of hope and surprise. “Really?” He asked in almost a pleaful tone as he let go of the bag and Dave couldn’t help but to smile again. “Mhm. But- don’t get your hopes up okay? I haven’t asked anyone working here if that’s okay yet alright?” he warned. Honestly more than likely he would get his way with some smooth talking but he did need to make sure not to get Dudes hopes up too much. The last thing he needed was for Dude to think of him as a liar or see him or his own brother in a negative light.

It slightly pained Dude to hear but he nodded anyways and finally brought one of the gift bags into his lap before he pulled the first thing out; a wolf plush. If there was one thing that Dude had always liked for the whole time Dave had known him, it was wolves. The kid would practically light up each and every time he saw something with them on it and could tell you pretty much every little thing about them.

He held up the plush for a moment before speaking. “Looks like a Interior Alaskan wolf.” He pointed out before checking the tag to see if it actually clarified what type of wolf it was. For Dave, all he knew was a wolf was a wolf, but hey good on Dude for knowing the differences between them all. “It only says it’s a wolf…huh.” He muttered before setting it on the table. “Thank you though. He’s really cute.”

Dave shrugged. “No problem. That ain’t all I got you though. You got another bag once you get through that one.”

Dude continued to go through the one he held. He received some money for the stupid coke and snack machines here, a krotchy plush which he immediately hid back into the bag which made Dave cackle, a couple candy bars, and a few new blankets. He thanked him for all of it before Dave pushed the other bag over towards him too.

In the other bag Dude found two more wolf plushies, a couple DVDs of movies and cartoons he’d like growing up (they had a DVD player in one of the main rooms), and a Christmas card. Opening the card up, what looked like a piece of paper flew out from it. Dude went to get it until Dave lifted his hand out to stop him as he got up.

“Ah shit. Sit down I got it. I shoulda found a way to make it stay in it better.” He grumbled as he picked up the small object next to the table before he handed it over to him.

Once it was in Dudes hand, he realized it wasn’t a odd random piece of paper. What he was looking at was the back of a polaroid picture. Flipping it over, he let out a soft “oh my god..” the people in the photo ‘looking back at him’ were himself, Dave, and Shtopor from a long time ago. Dude actually remembered when the picture was taken. It was taken during one of the times Dude and his brother went over to Dave’s house for one Halloween since Dave had always lived in better, larger and wealthier neighborhoods.

Both of the kids had their arm around Dave who was squatting for the picture to be closer to their height. They all were smiling and Shtopor, being the troublemaker he always was already had chocolate smeared on his costume and mouth.

Dude was stuck between almost sobbing at the sight of happier times and laughing at how dumb both him and his brother looked. He met somewhere in the middle and instead wiped his eyes from the tears starting to build up as he chuckled a bit. Dave smiled kindly at him and patted his shoulder again. “Yeah. Found that while going through a old pile of photos from over the years. Thought you’d wanna keep that.”

Dude sniffled some more before nodding. “Thank you.. really. It means a lot to me…” he quietly spoke before sitting it back into the card and standing up.

His next action really surprised Dave since he really couldn’t remember the last time Dude had..hugged him. Especially in front of tons of people. The photo obviously really touched him so Dave just chuckled and hugged him back. “Don’t mention it. I’ll keep looking and give you any more I find.”

Dude held on for a moment longer before Dave patted his back and let go.

“I would have put it in a frame for you or something but you know how they are about glass.” Dave said looking down at the picture himself. “No it’s perfect. I’ll keep it somewhere safe.” Dude assured him as he closed the card for now and sat it back into the bag.

-

They chatted a bit longer as Dude finished up his meal when eventually Dave checked his watch again and realized he would need to be heading out soon. He still had a little time however so he decided to ask one more thing.

“Well, do you think you had a good Christmas? They really went all out this year, huh?”

Dude took a sip out of the little cup of soda they have gave him and somehow, Dave could just tell that something was on his mind as he looked away from him but just eventually nodded. “Yeah. I guess.”

“You guess?”

Dude sat his cup on the table and sighed a little. “Yeah. I didn’t really get what I wanted this year though.”

“Oh. Uh.. Did I forgot you wanted something? What else did you want?”

“Out.” Dude said plainly.

Yeah, He obviously seriously meant that but Dave couldn’t help but to laugh a little, mostly out of the awkwardness of it. He knew Dude seriously wanted out..anyone would but there was a very, very slim chance he ever would be let out.

Seeing as Dude didn’t crack a smile or anything Dave stopped laughing but kept his smile as he began, “Sorry. But we both know there isn’t much of a chance of that even if we both want there to be.”

Dude shrugged and fixed his glasses again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t want to leave.”

Dave nodded at this. “Yep. We all wish for something.. I wish a lot of things for you too. Always have.” Dave said as he took one last look around the room. That bright blonde hair from that guy Dude liked caught his eyes again. The guy wasn’t talking to anyone though others sat with him. He instead was just finishing up his meal also.

Dave turned back around. “What about your boyfriend? You wanna leave him behind?”

Dude was about to tell him to be quite again but decided against it. He instead settled for telling him the truth. “He wants to leave with me.”

“Aww. And you were over here acting like he isn’t your gay lover.” Dave teased with a smirk.

Dude began to turn a little red again but huffed like a teenager. “Whatever.”

-

Dude tossed his trash away once Dave began to stand up to put his coat back on. “I would stay longer if I could Dude but I don’t wanna listen to your bother swear up and down at me in Russian later.” Dave joked once Dude came back to the table. Dude gave him a grin. “Yeah I wouldn’t wanna listen to him do that either. All he ever knew how to do was swear.”

Dave chuckled and once he was done getting ready to leave he placed a hand on Dudes shoulder again. “Alright Dude. I promise I’ll see you again soon. I’ll try my best to get your brother allowed in too. I’ll see ya okay?”

“Okay. Thank you for everything..I hope I can see him too but if I can’t, tell him I miss him.”

“Of course man.”

Dude looked away from Dave to see his ‘lover’ sitting around where he said he would be and gave him a little wave when he’d looked up. “I’m-uh going to go sit with him now.” Dude said as he picked up his gift bags.

“Mhm. Don’t wanna keep your lover waiting. I hope you get some Christmas lovin’ also man. Must get boring in this old place right?” Dave joked with a nudge to Dudes side which made Dude blush again. “Just go ahead and leave already would ya?” Dude jokingly asked with a slight smile. “Yeah, yeah whatever. See ya soon. Bye.” Dave said as he began to leave.

“Bye Dave.” Dude said.

-

Dave glanced behind him one last time as he approached the door and saw that smile again Dude had earlier as he sat down next to the blonde man. Dave grinned also. Even though Dude didn’t get what he really wanted for Christmas, this new ‘friend’ of Dudes was the best thing anyone could ask for, for Dude.

#postal dude #postal 1 #postal dude fanfic #I actually kinda really like this one I hope others do to 🐱 #sorry for any mistakes

[folklorebitch13]

Messy Freaky Little Mouse p1 | E.M

summary: after experiencing great trauma over summer break, everything is different, you don't know how to be you anymore, Eddie helps you re-discover yourself.

pairing: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!female!reader

word count: 1.3K

chapter warnings: angst, trauma, ptsd, headaches, smoking weed, death, murder, Eddie being cute.

a/n: Hey guys, Here's something i wrote about Eddie Munson, It's gonna be a series if people like this chaper otherwise i might leave it at that. I was writing something about Chris E, but then watched Stranger Things and i'm irrevocably in love with Eddie. This story can be pretty heavy, so read the warnings and only read if you feel comfortable. Also i know I'm the most unactive person ever and i haven't posted for like months but please bear with me. Please leave a comment, they're greatly appreciated ;) i know this is on the shorter side but it felt right.

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You were not listening to your friends chatting, too busy picking at your chipped blue nail polish, it was too loud in the cafeteria and you felt the headache come back. The headaches had been a constant in your life for the past month, sometimes you could try to ignore them, but at other times you felt your brain melting, boiling, and blubbering in your head.

The medication didn't help either, you were popping the pills as if your life depended on them, which in a way it did.

The headaches started a week after the accident. The accident, people liked to call it, but it wasn't an accident and you hated that word. Your sister was three years older than you, she had battled with depression almost all of her life. 

During the accident, you were on a trip with your parents to New York, the night of the accident you snuck out of your hotel to meet up with some stupid boy you'd met. You knew your sister was troubled but you didn't know she was selfish. You're not supposed to say bad stuff about dead people, especially your family, but she was truly selfish.

She'd had enough of the pain life caused her, so she wanted to leave, but she was scared, she didn't want to be alone when it was all over. So at night, she made her way to our parent's room, hit them in the head, wrapped them in the bedsheets, locked the room, and put their bodies on fire. The policemen thought she wanted to kill you too.

The fire didn't only kill your family, it killed the people in the room above your parent's room too, a mother and three kids. 

You spent the rest of the summer at your aunt's traumatized, depressed, and always at the doctor because of your headaches, they prescribed you medication after medication, nothing helped. But life goes on and at some point, you need to get over it, now a new school year has started and you're back in Hawkins. You're not over it, but you have to act like you are, even if people see right through you.

So you here you were, in the cafeteria, next to Chrissy in your cheerleading outfit instead of a big sweater. Everybody tried to avoid talking to you, you understood why, you looked like you could break at any moment, you looked a mess. Your hair was shorter than it was before summer break, you had bags under your eyes and chapped lips. People at Hawkins High don’t like messy.

You looked up from your nails to the source of the noise, the source of the noise was Eddie Munson. The guy your friends didn't like, they called him stupid, the freak, because he had tattoos and big hair you secretly admired and wished to run your fingers through. 

They called him a freak because he was a mess, he was loud and opinionated, would they start calling you a freak too in a few months? When they realize you are not gonna get better, when they realize this is who you are now.

The speech the boy was giving was making the headache worse, "hey Chrissy I'll see you in class" you say before rushing to the bathroom. You take a few pills before sitting down in the stall, head on your knees. Your head is pounding, brain melting. You don't know how long you've been sitting there on the dirty bathroom floor, you're sure class started a while back but your head hurts so bad you can't even imagine being in class right now. The medication didn't work so there's only one thing you can do. 

You get to your locker to grab a sweater you pull over your cheer outfit and your bag before making your way out of the school. You go to the back of the building and sit down against a wall. You take all your rolling stuff out of your bag and try to concentrate on rolling a joint, but your head is pounding so hard you see black spots and your hands are shaking as if you're suffering from a fever. 

Your first attempt is a fail, frustrated you rip the rolling paper to transfer the content of it into a new rolling paper but because of your shaking hands, you drop the ripped joint causing all of the tobacco and weed to fall on the ground. "Fuck!" you let a frustrated groan and hug your knees burying your head between them, you just want the pain to go away.

As you're drowning in your misery a voice speaks up, making you jump, "you alright princess? what's got ya cursing like a pirate". You look up, and there stands the freak, smirking down at your misery. The beautiful, beautiful freak. "No" you groan an answer, head buried between your legs again, "I dropped my weed".

Eddie Munson sits down in front of you, grabs one of your rolling papers, and starts picking up the weed he can save, "didn't know you smoked, little mouse". You frown and look up at him, little mouse? what was that supposed to mean? As you look up at Eddie he gets to see your face clearly, what he sees surprises him, tho he wouldn't let it show, he was a true gentleman after all. But what he saw wasn't you, he saw some apocalyptic version of you, somebody who hasn't been living, someone who's been surviving. 

He sees the irritation in your eyes and the bags underneath them, the messiness of your hair and dryness of your cheeks, notices how your cheeks are too hollow to be healthy and it makes him feel a tinge of sadness. Because in the midst of this fucked up world there was you, this tiny, happy little cheerleader who wouldn't hurt a fly. You might've been the princess of Hawkins High but you were kind.

He took a liking for you last year, you might not have been in the same year but he saw you around, you looked down in embarrassment when your friends yelled insults at him in the hallway and saw the corner of your mouth edge up into an almost invisible smirk when he gave your friends the finger and insulted them back ten times harder.

He saw the stickers of a band he liked in your locker, and sometimes in the cafeteria if he tried his best to listen to the cheer table's conversations he could hear you being strongly opinionated. 

Now you weren't the cheery little princess of Hawkins High anymore, of course, he'd heard about the infamous Hotel Murder. Everybody had, you weren't okay and he didn't expect you to be. "Why little mouse?" you asked, he smirked as he added some of his own weed to the joint, "because you're sitting here, curled up like a scared little mouse", "'m not scared of you" you muttered, watching him as he liked the paper and smoothly rolled it. "I know, little mouse.”

He lit the joint and took a hit before passing it to you, he noticed how your hands were shaking fiercely, and how it irritated you that you could barely properly hold the joint. He let out a quiet sigh before scooting closer to you, he took the joint prom your hand into his and pressed the filter to your lips, your lips wrapped around it and his fingers touched your lip, you looked into his big brown eyes for just a second, feeling grateful that he was helping you like this.

You took a big hit and he noticed how your eyes closed as you exhaled, cute. The both of you just sat there in silence for a while, smoking two joints, and slowly your headache dissolved into the background again. Eddie didn't ask questions, he knew better than to do that. You were the one to break the silence, "do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?". Eddie gave you pretty smile and shrugged, "um, just you know, on a daily basis".

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Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

warning: swearing, language, mention of depression, alcohol usage, smut

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- Milan, Italy -

"You can't tell this to Pyry" He pointed at me while he was cutting up his pizza at the small restaurant we have found in one of the little alleys in Milan. We have had a small argument about where to eat because Pierre thought about a restaurant we should go but when I searched for it on Google and saw that it was one of the most expensive ones in the city I said no way we are going to that one. I explained him that I don't need it to pay hundreds of euros for food. He tried to make me understand he just wants me to feel like I'm important and want to spoil me. I don't need that, I need him to be real with him. Prada, Gucci does not mean that I’m important for him, a word of a touch means much more because that one cannot be bought with any currency. After our conversation he seemed surprised but I felt like he understood what I was trying to implement.

"He already knows that I'm the devil. So don't hate on me when you get extra push up for tomorrow's gym session." I giggled as I dived in my pasta. "I love cuisine in here." I hummed as I closed my eyes and leaned back on the chair enjoying the tasty sauce. "What?" I looked at him when he had a small smile on his lips.

"Nothing you are just so cute when you are passionate about something and you are enjoying it." I looked back at my dish with blush on my cheeks and pushed a strain of hair back behind my ears.

"I have wanted to ask if Fabiana was mad about your post?"

"She was never mad, she was just doing her job. And PR understood too, so don’t worry about it. But actually she is really happy for us. She likes you. "He took another bite before continuing."But to be honest, who does not like you? Just look at you!"

"Oh there are definetly some people, and there will be more when fans will connect the dots and find my Instagram account." I took a sip from my Aperol.

"If you ever feel like it's getting overwhelming, promise me that you will tell me about it, okay?" He grabbed my hand on the table and squeezed my fingers as he looked deeply in my eyes.

"I promise"

We have spent the day walking around in the city checking out every tourist favourite places like the cathedral and we could not skip the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II also even though we have had to fought our way throught the huge crowd. At night when we arrived back in Pierre's flat we were exhausted.

"I feel like I just did a shift back in the bar" I sighed as I kicked my sneaker off and laid down on the couch in the living room. His apartment was huge. It was really minimalist, white interrior with black furnitures. "I can give you a massage for your sore muscles."He hovered over me on the couch and started to kiss my neck.

"Hmm it would be nice." I hummed under him and tried to arch my back so he could have a better reach to my sweet spot on my neck.

"Go to the bedroom, and take your shirt off." He got up from the couch walking to the way of his bathroom.

" Are we already at that part of our relationship where I have to undress myself and you are not helping?" I joked with him as I walked in the room slipped out from my shirt and laid face down on the bed. I felt the bed dip between my waist before I felt his rough hands up on my naked waist caressing it slowly.

"Mon amour, I will never get tired of undressing that beautiful body of yours." He whispered close to my sholder blades befor laying some kisses between. He pulled his hands up till my bra and released the clips with a single movement. I winched when the cold gel came in contact with my back. "Sorry I forgot it can be cold." He giggled as he started to massage in the mentholy gel in my back. His hands were incredible. "Baby your back is like a brick, I have to start massaging you more."

"Oh please I would definetly sacrifise my body for your hands. " I moaned into the pillow as his hands were working up on my shoulders. "Fuck..."I squealed when he started to knead my shoulder.

"Mon Ange if you are gonna moan like this I will have a hard on soon." He giggled and pushed his hands more into my stiff muscles earning another moan from me which was followed by a laugh.

"But you are doing it so good, can I book a once a week appointment in your salon?" I looked up at him

"It would costs you a lot babe, I don't work with cheap prices."

"I can find out a payment method I think." I giggled and I pushed my butt up to budge him in the crotch with it earning a grunt from him.

"Never thought that in my life a girl wants to pay me for a service like on Pornhub." He laughed as he swiped his hands up and down in my back as he finished. "But I'm not complaining" he leaned closer and kissed my cheek before gave me a big slap on my butt. He grabbed on both side of my waist before pulled me up on all four. Leaned forward and grabbed both my wrist and pulled me back to lean on his chest. He swiped my hair off my shoulder so he can kiss on my neck easier. I hummed in response to him as he nibbled on my soft skin. My fingers waved through his hair and came down to caress his cheeks.

“Pierre we have a reservation for dinner.” I hummed as one of his arm came around my waist to pull me closer to him.

“Can’t I have you as a dinner?” He breathed on my neck and his other arm came up on my upper body and grabbed my naked breast which fall down due to that he unclipsed it for the massage. His hand which was planted on my waist went down in my leggings and stopped at the band of my underwear. "Do you really want to go for that dinner chérie?"

To be honest my mind was not working all I could feel is that how hiw fingers felt on my skin. The lust inside of me was off the roof, and I was breathing heavily as my heart was beating in rapid speed. This man was my end, he could just look at me in a way or with just a few words and touch and I'm melting in his hands and cannot put together a sentence. In return I just shook my hand which he got as a green light and dipped his hand in my underwear. The fingers on his other hand was playing with my nipple rolling and pinching on the sensitive bud and tugging a few times. I moaned loudly as his finger went between my folds and started to caressing my clit. "Let your voice out amour, want to hear you moan and scream." He whispered in my ear as his hand went up on my troath and pulled my head back to his way. "Tell me a number."

"What?" I breathed out in confusion

"Tell me a number how many times you want to cum tonight." I let out a shaky breath thinking back to his statement the first night we have had sex. "Come on baby don't be shy. You know how much I love challanges."

"Four.." I whispered

"Your wish is my command " He kissed my cheek as his finger started to circle in a faster pace causing me to squirm. As his fingers did wonders on my clit his other arm was still on my troath sometimes giving me a little squeeze on it closeing the air away from the lungs which just made the whole sensation much bigger and I felt my first orgasm is comming with rapid speed. I was on the edge of it when he stopped, I let out a frustrated growl and bucked my hips to have a friction with his fingers. "Really eager one huh." He laughed in my ears.

"I was about to cum and you stopped, that's cruel... " I groaned back to him.

"Yea I know but I'm not rushing anywhere so be patience mon ange." He kissed my temple before starting to circle his fingers on again. I moaned loudly as I grabbed on his arm and dug my fingers in his skin feeling that I'm on the way to my orgasm again and now it came much faster and stronger then a minute before. But he was holding up on my waist strong and pulled me back on his body not letting me falling forward on the mattress. "One down, three more to go." He turned my head and kissed my lips, I hummed satisfied as I felt his plump lips on mine. I turned around and grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and throw it somewhere in the room. I let my hands go around in his beautiful upper body, caressing his packs going up till his chest where my fingers waved through his hairy chest reaching that gold necklace that always made my knees weak when I saw it on pitures poking out. I twirled his chain around my finger and pulled him closer by it to steal a kiss from him. I tried to push him down on the mattress but he grabbed my wrist. "No, I did not finish with you Mademoiselle." He pushed my down on the mattress and started to kiss his way down to my waist. He pulled down my leggings and panties with one swift motion and throw it down from the bed. He kissed his way up on my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh really close to my throbbing core, but before he reached it, he pushed himself away and leaned over me and kissed me again. "J'adore chaque partie de toi. I adore every part of you." His fingers drawed small circles in my inner thight as he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Breath got hitched in my troath when I felt his fingers dipping in again between my folds and started to play with my hot core. As two of his fingers went inside me I arched my back and moaned loudly. He planted his other finger on my clit and started to draw small but fast circles on it as his fingers where pumping in and out of me.

"Pierre.. God..." I panted as I tried to catch my breath from my excitement. He was doing an amazing job on me, I have never felt this aroused before with any of my partners, he knows exactly which buttons he has to push on me to have a mindblowing orgasm. It did not take long to reach my second one, as I came I grabbed on the blanket next to my head as I arched my back and let out a small screaming of his name. "Jesus Christ... you are incredible.." I panted as I leaned closer to him and kissed his lips.

"And the best part is yet to come baby." He breathed on my lips and got up from the bed. I was still panting as I was wathcing him unbuckle his belt and pushing his trousers with his boxers down seeing his fully hard dick sprung up nealry hitting his lower stomach. I swallowed hard as my eyes were scanning through his body and everytime my eyes went back to his hard member I felt like I was getting wetter. "Like what you see doll?" he teased and walked to his bedside table to pull a condom out.

"You really have no ide how mouthwatering can you be?"

"Good thing is that you can have this sight as many times as you just want it." He winked at me as he rolled the condom on and climbed back on the bad positioning himself between my legs. " And I would love to take a picture of you laying on my bed like this, with that lustfull look of yours." He licked his lips as he push his tip on my clit earning a sigh from me.

"You can take a picture, so next time you are away you still have something to look at." I winked at him as he had opened his mouth in surprise.

"Jesus Gina, you say and do something something that makes me like you even more." He mumbled and leaned closer to kiss me as he pushed himself into me, I gasp at the still new feeling of him filling me out fully. I grabbed on his hair in the back of his neck with one hand as my other was on his chest. I could feel under my palm how fast does his heart beats.

"I like you a lot too." I mumbled on his lips and felt him smiling as he kissed me back. He started with slow but deep thrust, which turned into faster a little later. He was moaning in my ear everytime he thrusted as I was holding myself on his shoulders scraping the his back with my nails. I pushed my hand down between our bodies and started to play with myself to bring the pleasure to another level. He was thrusting in me with an incredible speed as I reached my thrid orgasm, I was whining as he was still thrusting in and out of me letting me ride out my high. But after I came down from my orgasm he pulled out and with and easy move turned me around and pulled my up on my fours. He pushed on my back between my shoulders to make me lower my upper body on the mattress and poking out my ass more. I pushed my legs more apart and laid my head down on the pillow waiting for him to take me from the back. He was growling something in french before he slapped my ass and pushed himself in me. I grabbed on the pillow and whinced as I felt him inside of him. He felt so much bigger this way and I have had no idea how is it was possible. The feeling of him filling me up this way was incredible. He grabbed on my ass and waist and squezzed it as he started to pound me from behind. I cried out from the new feeling of pleasure and I reached back and grabbed on his thighs.

"Merde.." He whined and leaned forward before snaked his palm over my troath and pulled my body up to his. "You are incredible.." He whispered in my ear as I was moaning his name out. "We still have one more to achive so prepare yourself babygirl." He pushed his hand between my thighs and played with my overstimulated. I cried out loud at the feeling of hurt and pleasure of the same time. "Come on baby I know you can do it."

"Jesus....I'm cumming" I screamed as my orgasm arrived with rapid tempo due to the new position and I crashed on the mattress planting my face on the pillow. I saw that next to the bed there was a huge mirror on the wall. The thing that I can see perfectly the two of us as he was pounding me from behind with rapid speed and deep thrust could even make me cum another time. He was panting and grabbing on my ass thightly as he was getting closer and closer to his own release.

"Putain" he let out an animalistic growl after it too before I felt him twitching inside me and came. He crushed down next to me on the bed pulling my body with his. We were trying to cath out breath again from our exercise and I was playing the gold chain on his chest, and planting some kiss on the skin under it. "Shit sorry I think that one will stay there for a few days." He caressed the skin on my hips which had some red marks on it from his grip. I shook my head and kiss his cheek.

"It was worth it." I leaned closer and packed on his lips. "That mirror was a good idea." I pointed with my head to the wall.

"Oh yes, seeing you in pleasure while I fuck you is one of the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life." He kissed the tip of my nose. I felt my heart leaps forward at his comment because I was thinking about the same thing but hearing from him made it different. "Were you serious about taking a picture of you?

"Yes, why would I not. I know it will be harder for us after this weekend. I won't see you that much. And it makes me sad." I looked up at him as I was gathering my clothes from the floor.

"You can come to the other races too."

"Pierre I have to work also, I can't let my brothers to do everything instead of me. And also if you are going to the US it's not like Europe. And I can't take that many weeks off from work."

"Yea I know and I understand.." He sighed and looked down on the duvet and started to play with the wrinkles on it.

"But let's use all the time we have now okay?" I tilted his chin up and kissed his lips slowly.

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“Pierre, when will the guys arrive?” I yelled for him from the kitchen as I was preparing the dinner. As I just finished with my sentence the door bell rang.

“I guess now.” He appeared from his room and walked to the door. The guys have planned a get together on Tuesday afternoon due to that most of them will be already in Italy and they did not hang out during the summer break. “Ciao!” Pierre opened the door and fist bumped and hugged Charles and after greeting Charlotte with kisses on the cheek.

“Carlos is coming up in the elevator too so don’t close the door.” Charles looked back from his shoulder as he was going around the kitchen island to greet me. “Hey, that’s smells delicious what are you making.” He draped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me before trying to steal a tomato from the cutting board.

“Pierre wanted to have tacos. So that’s what we are gonna have.” I nodded the mentioned guy’s way before I greeted Charlotte too.

“Where is my favourite Hungarian wine drinker fella? “ Carlos appeared at the door and greeted Pierre before came to my way and out the bottle of wine on the counter. “O tacos?” He beamed and he also tried to steal a tomato from the board.

“You guys are terrible!” I laughed and tried to swat them away from the kitchen.

“Can I help you somehow?” Pierre came behind me and kissed my temple after making his friends to sit down at the counter having some drinks in their hands.

“You can cut up the onions if you want to help.” I pushed the vegetables in front of him with a knife as I turned back to the stove mixing the meat in the pot. Not even a second later I heard a hiss.

“Gina, I cut my finger. I’m bleeding.” Pierre whined as I turned back to him and saw a little line on his finger which was not even bleeding that much.

“Me too since yesterday so please try to keep the crying on the minimum” I turned back to the pot when the room erupted in laughter including Pierre as well. I giggled as I looked back at him with a small smile making sure I was just joking.

“So that explains your grumpiness earlier today. I thought you did not have your breakfast.” He kissed my cheek and stepped away chatting with the guys.

"Hey, I got a mail from my manager about that for tomorrow afternoon we can go out one of the close tracks in here for testing out some cars. Would you like to come?" Charles asked as he took a sip out from his beer. I looked at Pierre with a pleasing look in my eyes while I moved my head up and down nodding to make him understand that I would love to go a program like this. " I guess she already decided" Carlos laughed as he pointed at my way and Pierre just shook his head smiling.

"Perfect, then I will send you the details about it and the time in the morning." Charles smiled and called his manager.

Everyone left around midnight, we were sitting out in Pierre’s flat’s huge balcony, chatting and drinking. They were talking about their vacation and the plans for the weeks after Monza. I was putting away all of the remaining food and filling up the washing machine, when two arm circle around my waist.

“I will finish this. Go take a shower, you deserve it. The dinner amazing, thank you.” He kissed my shoulder and then my cheeks as he was pushing me out from the kitchen. “And after we can cuddle. Okay?

“I would really love that, thank you.” I let a small smile on my lips and walk out of the kitchen.

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“Babe, are you ready?" He walked in the room searching for me as I was going through my luggage searching for what to wear.

"I need like five minutes to get ready and we can go. I just can't find my jeans I wanted to wear today."

"You know, you can pack some of your things out from the luggage I have cleared a wardrobe for you." He leaned on the doorframe wathcing me going throw my clothes in my bag. My hand stopped roaming around the clothes and I looked up at him. " I mean if you think it's fast that's okay. I just thought that maybe you can leave some of your things in here so anytime you come here you don't have to bring that much with you. " He was so cute when he was rambling while he was fidgeting with his fingers. I was studying his figure as he was looking at his feet, I got up and walked closer to him and ran my fingers through his and squeezed his hand a little bit to make him look at me.

"If you would like me to have some of my stuff here and it's not scaring you that we are going this fast then I'm okay with it. Just show me the wardrobe where I can pack my stuff out later." I kissed the tip of his nose and his eyes light up and a huge smile appeared on his face. All the words from my friends back in Greece were going in my head about how much he looks like he is caring about me, and thinks about this as a serious thing. And I started to feel like a few days ago that I can really fall for this guy quickly but really deeply. With this suggestion it just made my heart leaps forward with big thumps, reassuring me that he does thing this as a really serious one. And that made me really happy and my fear of serious relationships started to fade away more and more.

"Okay, so we have three cars to try out. Two of them are racing cars." The owner of the track was pointing at the two black cars infront of us. "And the last one is for drifting. If you would like to try that one out too, we have a full drifting track for you where you can try drifting on dry circumtances and we can make the track wet so you can try that one out." He pointed at a blue chrome coloured Mustang GT. "I will bring out the helmets ina minute until you can choose which one you would like to drive." He smiled at us and went inside of the garage. I took a step closer and ran my finger through the hood of the Mustang.

"I’m really trying not the jealous over that car when you are touching it like that." Pierre laughed behind me with the other guys. I looked back at him with a huge smile on my lips " I guess you choose your weapon."

"Yes, I used to drift with a car like this, but a little bit older type."

"You drifted?"Charlotte asked and I looked at her smiling as I nodded my head.

"Dude this girl is the coolest one from all you previous girlfriends. She has a bar, has awsome car, can fix everything on them and she did drifting too..." Charles shaked his head laughing as Pierre grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.

"I know she worth a fortune."

"Yes, my brother had a car like this. We all bought really bad conditioned cars and we fixed them and tuninged them up. So we could go out to car meeting and drifting shows. I had a Honda Civic it was my first car and I loved that car so much. But it was a piece of shit it always broke down in the middle of the road." I laughed as I remembered how many times I was fixing that car on the side of the roads, it always had some problem. It never mattered to that car if it was boiling hot or it was raining or snowing it could just stop, so I always had a bag full with tools inside of it so I can fix it up. At those times I was not laughing when I was laying under that car as it was showering but now I can look it back as funny memories.

"Okay I'm going with her!" Charlotte pointed at me after she took the helmet out of the guy's hand.

"Hey! I'm here too.. I 'm a racing driver!" Charles squeled offended as Pierre started laughing loudly which everyone joined soon. " Okay so now the game is on. We will have a drifting race. It's enough that you stole my best friend but I'm not giving you my love." He pointed at me threateningly but he had a small smile playing on his lips just as his eyes were shining mischevously. I shook his extended hand out in agreement.

"Okay, but don't cry when I beat your ass" I chuckeled and I got the helmet on and I was watching the guys as they were getting ready too.

"Hey cool one!" Pierre stepped closer flicking my helmet. " Show this whining one that you can drift better then him, okay?" He knocked his helmet to mine when I shook my head in agreement. " But come back to me in one piece okay?" He pointed his pinky at me and as our tradition.

I started the car and the familiar humming started I felt the adrenalin pumping in my veins. I put the car in first gear and started off at the track. I did some warm up laps before I nodded the guys on the side that I'm ready to start the timer. Charles finished with a short time on the track so I grabbed the wheel strgonly as I started on the track trying to beat the F1 driver. Even if it was more then a year ago that I drifted last it was like cycling,you can't forget how to do it. When I finished the track with a additional doughnut slideing really close to the wall where the guys were standing.

"So what the time?" I asked looking out of the window watching as Charlotte's smile got bigger when she read off the number's from Charle's phone.

"You beat him with 5 seconds." She clapped her hand together and I got out of the car jumping around the car before heading to his way and took my hand out for a shake.

"Thank you for the race Leclerc."

"You did a good job Gina." He smiled at me warmly as he shook my hand.

"I don't know if I should be scared of your driving skills or be absouletely turned on by them." Pierre hugged my from behind as he whispered in my ears after I took the helmet off. "But I'm really proud of you, this was awsome." He kissed my cheek as I was just standing there smiling happily.

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PLEASEEE anything with arashi & a girl s/o!!! preferably fluff I'm so lesbian. also id love something thats reader taking care of her as much as her taking care of reader cause shes my world. thank you for my life

♢ -- fem reader, fluff, wlw.

♪ ; sorry for not posting in ages the depression won for a good minute but this saved me. thank you anon. i love arashi with my whole heart she is my WIFE. also married life with arashi thinking so hard about this right now!!!!!!!!!!

🏷 ; @nnatsume @yumetokashite

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"{NAME}! are you outside? I need to show you something!" arashi called out from the kitchen, you were tending to your shared garden right outside, before taking off your gloves and walking to the kitchen to see what your lovely wife needed to show you.

she was in a flowy white dress, the end decorated in pink flowers and she wore a cute straw hat to top it off. "do you like it? I saw it at one of the local shops and thought it was adorable!" she did a little twirl while saying this, then blowing a kiss. "you look wonderful, sweetheart. the prettiest girl i've ever seen."

arashi blushed, looking down a little as you went to the front of the house and entered the kitchen. you held your wifes face once you reached the kitchen window and planted kisses all over as she giggled and wrapped her arms around your waist.

"its been a while since we danced, shall we?" you took her hand and kissed it as she nodded, her face flushed. you mumbled a small "wait here" as you went to get your shared record player and a record, choosing I'll Never Love Again and hurrying to the kitchen, seeing arashi play with her wedding ring and pick at her nails

you sat down the record player and started playing the record, brushing off the remaining specs of dirt on you before talking her hands and slow dancing as you two hummed to the lyrics, allowing each other to bask in the others adoration and love as you hoped it would never end.

once the song had finished and you two stopped, you bent down on one knee and kissed her wedding ring. "my love, I hope we can dance again another time soon." she looked at you with nothing but love, pulling you up just to wrap her arms around you and almost bring you two down in a hug.

you could hear an almost silent sniffle from behind you two, as a little girl about 8 years old looked like she was about to burst out sobbing. you looked at arashi not really knowing what to do, but she just walked to the window and (attempted) to calm the kid down. she just thought your dancing session was cute, and wanted to be like that with somebody one day.

she looked back on when you two met, bumping into each other almost everywhere before exchanging information. her unitmates would joke about you two being destined to meet, but the more she got to know you the more she was thankful fate had pushed you two together. you were all she ever wanted and more. you were her knight in shining armor and she was the maiden that you swore to protect.

you both heard a cough by the door and looked to see who it was, before making eye contact with an upset izumi and half awake ritsu. "arashi, is this why you didn't show up to practice? because you were too busy cuddling up to your girlfriend?" he looked upset, but she knew he was just irritated she didn't give a heads up. "that was today?!"

her, izumi, and tsukasa practiced in your living room as ritsu slept soundly next to you. seems tsukasa was also out with a special someone.

#enstars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #arashi narukami #arashi narukami x reader

[hiccanna-tidbits]

AKGHBKUEFYDGJ when I tell you I just BARELY got all my submissions from last year's Hiccanna month in in time for this year's Hiccanna month--

Truly I have levels of procrastination inside me that most college students can only dream of.

So anyways, here's a moodboard for a fic I wrote a full-ass year ago. A moodboard that I made...last week XD Better late than never, I guess?

The fic is We're at the movie scene where everyone drowns, and it's also posted both on my AO3 Infrared_Ultraviolet and my ff.net Infrared-Ultraviolet! Go check it out :3 Hopefully I'll have the time and energy to write more full-length one-shots for Hiccanna month this year, but we will have to see! I'm a working woman now earning the big bank so I can continue to pay my internet bills and maintain the fandom lifestyle XD

Anna gets to have terrible insomnia because she is my beloved projection blorbo and she gets to deal will all of my issues for me <3 But hey, it's not like it doesn't have canon basis! We see that she does in fact have trouble getting up in the morning (enough to make it a running gag!) and is pretty bleary and out-of-it when she does, which could easily be the result of not running on much sleep and (unwillingly) staying up late. We can also see pretty consistently that she's not what would be considered a "morning person" (although I have my doubts such a thing even exists in real life). Anna's pretty heavily ADHD-coded, which often has insomnia as a side effect because your brain will not turn off ever, least of all when you need to sleep. Things like time blindness when you get super into doing something right before bed or existing anxiety and/or paranoia that's exacerbated by the ADHD really do not help, either.

Anyways, I'm here to tell you that the fear of forgetting your sleep meds when you're going on a short trip/crashing at a friend's house is very, very real. Especially since you often don't realize it until everyone else is already dozing off and no one wants to take you to the pharmacy to buy more XD At that point, your options are a) start taking shots in hopes the alcohol drowsiness will put you to sleep or b) lie awake and get bored and angry and hate your life and also have no one else to talk to because everyone else went to sleep in under 5 minutes. Yes, it really is that bad.

The one upside is that there IS the possibility you will get to watch your crush sleep in a non-creepy way (like you didn't seek them out like a stalker--you just can't go the fuck to sleep and they happen to be 5 feet away!) and fawn over how cute they look doing it XD Which is the only thing that gets Anna through the night, I'm pretty sure!

Although being alone with the stars and the creature noises doesn't sound half bad, if you HAVE to stay awake XD Better than staring at the wall of your room, anyways! Still praying for Anna to get that Starbucks the next morning, tho ^^;

Man, I really wish my college campus had had a duck pond with amusing but occasionally aggressive geese. We had some pretty insane squirrels, but staring down a squirrel is just not the same as being chased by a hissing goose. This is something that I think should happen to everyone at some point, to keep humanity humble. Also being followed around by hungry honking geese while you try to evade them and go to class sounds like the exact kind of college shenanigans I needed in my life! Instead of the depression-laden mess it actually was ajnsdlkuhkuedgh

I love the idea of Anna kinda inadvertently memorizing Hiccup's freckle patterns and finding little designs in them, like constellations <3 She pays WAY too close attention to him, and it shows XD I remember back in college I was gone af for this one guy, and I noticed he had this freckle pattern on his cheek that kind of looked like a baseball diamond. And I adored the fuck out of it ;____; If anyone replaced him with a clone who didn't have that little baseball diamond, I would catch on SO DAMN FAST. I imagine Anna would do the same thing with Hiccup XD Ain't nobody swaps Hiccup for a doppelganger without Anna being ON THE FUCK TOP OF IT.

Pretty pleased with how this one came out! I kind of wanted to do a juxtaposition of dark pics with well-lit pics, and I think the end result turned out pretty decent! Also ended up with a green, orange/brown, purple, and black color scheme, which all go together surprisingly well :O

Any modern AU Anna would also definitely own that exact greenish-blue sweater. Just sayin!

As always, pic credits available upon request!

#hiccanna #hiccannamonth #hiccannamonth22 #hiccannamonth2022 #aesthetic #moodboard #hiccup x anna #anna x hiccup #hiccupxanna #annaxhiccup #hiccup #anna #hiccup haddock #princess anna #rotbtd #rotbtfd #modern au #college au #camping au #httyd #frozen #crossover

[knackfandomarchive]

could i ask for some lucas headcanons bc all of the ones you've posted so far are really cute lmao (he is my son)

Oh Bestie, you sweet-talker, you!

Umm... I'm so sorry; I had already talked about most of these before; I don't have much and only have like 15k words of prose across all my documents. I'm bringing these ideas up again mainly for context and in case some readers haven't seen them yet. This is sort of like an overview for the first segment of my story, and also some brief character analyses of certain scenes. I'm also not sure what would spoil my story or not.

I forgot how English works (and it's my only language).

Also this is depressing AF... I tried to put all the doom and gloom into this first part, so if anyone reading this wants to skip to the part that says, "I avoid giving Lucas any diagnosis..." then be my guest. It's. Half the post, tho.

And I'll post the art separately tomorrow, so people won't have to read the depressing stuff to see it.

With that, I can shakily point to a few foundational scenes I over-analyzed. Especially this one:

Where to start...

As we may recall in the first game, the Doctor complains to Ryder that it was easier to take care of Lucas when he was younger, and, "now he wants to know How and Why and debate everything. It's really quite trying at times."

This just sounds like puberty to me. Dad agreed; the Doctor probably received Lucas at a young, easy-to-please age and got used to that lifestyle. But as Lucas grew older, taking more independence, and forming his own opinions - normal development stuff - this resulted in conflict - the form of which I'm still unsure of.

So, I have Lucas lose his mom around eight years old. It's that vulnerable spot where he's old enough to remember her well, and young enough that he has little in the way of coping mechanisms. And while puberty is right around the corner, it gives the Doctor some time to know him before then.

Another thing to add, my Dad mentioned something Lucas said while reaching for his locket:

We're taking a literal approach to this. Not only is this device the last thing he has left of his mother, it's also the only thing he has left of his old life; all of his belongings had been destroyed or lost. We discussed possible causes, and I prefer something horrible and yet mundane. Not super newsworthy outside of his hometown. A fire, maybe?

Lucas needed a new home. And his father was never mentioned, which could mean anything (I haven't gotten around to that). In any case, they were not in the picture by this time. Next of kin would be Ryder or other family members.

We can recall Ryder in a later scene asking if Lucas wonders why the Doctor takes care of him, rather than Ryder doing so. Ryder explains his own unavailability as being very busy. I take this to mean two-fold: he was the only alternative when it came to raising Lucas, and it wasn't due to his capability to parent. So, if Lucas had other blood relatives, they never stepped up. Naturally, this results in Lucas feeling unwanted.

So many characters I need to get right... Lucas lost his mom, and Ryder lost his sister. Ryder may have thought himself and his life situation too unstable. Like he couldn't afford the responsibility on top of the grief and whatever else he had going on. Lucas stays with him for only as long as it takes to arrange a plan with the Doctor. I think Ryder might have some mental troubles of his own that would make raising a child difficult. But the Doctor isn't much better on that front.

Doctor Vargas seems to have had a lingering emotional wound since Charlotte disappeared, and based on vibes was likely a lonely, somewhat reserved man. But his living situation is the most stable, and he has kept it together for so long. And if he ever imagined having children, this would fill that need. So the arrangement - as my Dad suggested, and as I will have Ryder suggest - is a two birds, one stone kind of deal. The hope is that Doc and Lucas would help each other get better, and not worse.

Lucas is taken to the Doctor's Mansion, where Ryder will say goodbye. I have Ryder keep a stoic demeanor; he's trying to stay strong for Lucas. Even holding his breath to keep it from shuddering when they hug. But Lucas really could have benefitted from a more vulnerable moment with him, instead. Ryder is the one who gives Lucas the locket as a parting gift. Lucas begs him not to go, but Ryder can only say he's sorry.

I don't know the boy's educational situation exactly, but after that, his grades drop, he becomes more withdrawn, and his friends, if he has any, don't know how to help him. What are the chances they're mainly fair-weather friends, who go play with someone else when Lucas starts being a bummer? At least I haven't invented bullies to harass him on top of this. Actually, there's a chance that Lucas would be the bully, but I haven't decided.

Have I mentioned Lucas crying at night? He can just about gloomily keep it together during the day, but at night, when he's alone with his thoughts, he falls apart, and his crying soon wakes up the Doctor. Losing his mother and then feeling abandoned by his uncle and other relatives, it's a major blow to the self-esteem. And when his whole world is turned upside down in one fell swoop, it leaves him with a peculiar feeling.

Here is where I point out the next aspect:

Right here, this could have been the end of Lucas. And the Doctor can only watch him go. If I look at it from a more thematic view, Lucas's loss is so devastating to him that he'll clutch the memory of his mother and what he had before she died, at the expense of living himself.

So we have a semi-suicidal eight-year-old living with an older scientist and anyone else who lives in the same building. Scientists and their families from all over the world! I still don't know how the Doctor is going to take care of him. Lucas when he's older is grateful to the Doctor for taking him in, but doesn't seem to me to think of him as a father figure (but perhaps I just forgot something). And my grasp on the Doctor's character is extremely flimsy, despite him virtually being the protagonist of the first game.

I'm not sure how familiar Lucas is with Doctor Vargas. The boy's mom was a colleague, and Ryder trusts the Doctor a great deal, so at least they're not strangers. But Little Lucas might not have paid much attention to the Doctor. Maybe they played peek-a-boo a time or two. I can imagine a dark-haired toddler running under tables at company picnics or something. Doc might have showed him a couple neat gadgets or gifted him some. I dunno yet. What could be the KNACK-equivalent of a Game Boy?

During Lucas's crying spells, I kind of have the Doctor treat him like he's physically sick. Hold him while he cries, put a hand on his shoulder while he throws up, that sort of thing. Uhh, soup - in a big ol' thermos. Gotta stay hydrated and replenish those electrolytes.

Lucas crying and the Doctor consoling him is a regular occurrence for maybe a week or two, and the Doctor can't hide his exhaustion well. Still working out the details, but essentially Lucas doesn't really stop crying after that, he's just quieter about it and lies about it and Doctor Vargas doesn't press the issue. But the Doctor does worry. Lucas seems exhausted all the time, and when he's not hunched over and listless, or politely playing along with whatever to satisfy the grown-ups, he's throwing tantrums about the pointlessness of homework and anything else he doesn't want to do. I made that up. Sometimes he does still find joy in some things, and while it's temporary, it gives Doctor Vargas some hope.

The Doctor's thoughts, as they often do, turn to Charlotte, and how he felt after losing her. And what happened on that fateful day.

Lucas has a well-known love of puzzles. Because I want him to. And especially puzzles in video games. And what is science but a series of puzzles?

Before his mother's passing, I imagine Lucas enjoyed school and gained some reputation among his peers for being a nerdy kid and very smart. Naturally this would result in some peers getting close to him to improve their academic metrics or because they have similar interests. Maybe he has an interest in - the foundational stuff a seven-to-eight-year-old learns about - physics. I imagine he found his mommy's work very interesting and would ask her a lot of questions, sometimes rehashing the same ideas again and again (as my sibling did when they were little).

After she's gone, he still loves puzzles, but much like anything else, the experience of playing with them is tinged with regret. At the Doctor's place, I'm sure there are some other children and young folk living there, too, but I don't know how Lucas feels about them. I have to make so many characters...

I think Lucas would piece together some jigsaw puzzles in the lounge areas. And also slurp up much of the hot cocoa during winter time, but I digress.

Hmm. I need him to accumulate a small collection of toys, but I'm not sure yet who gives them to him and when. If he receives them all too soon and from strangers (scientists who find him endearing), he might feel sour about being pitied. At the same time, if he had a lot of toys before the fire, he'll sure miss their absence. Anyway, some things like: a small chess set, from which he'll lose some pieces, sidewalk chalk, a new gaming device with Tetris and a few other games on it, jump rope, a skateboard (actually a longboard), a Rubik's Cube, and some plushies. I want him to get the device and a plushy or two fairly quickly.

He mainly plays with the gaming device, and while it fills time and is entertaining, it does not fill the void. Still, the Doctor taps his shoulder one day.

"So. I heard you like puzzles?" Said more like a statement than a question.

Lucas doesn't fully understand the situation at first, on the order of a few hours or a day or so, when the Doctor shows him the orb. Doc tries to have a heart-to-heart moment with Lucas, but what the Doctor *says* reads like Chekhov's plasma cannon and I don't have the 'payoff' for that lined up, so I might change it.

But once it clicks for Lucas, it's like a switch is flipped. He smiles more and starts getting genuinely excited about things again. It helps that I had a pipe-dream of making Knack's puzzle a mini-game, so Lucas finds it fun. I'll want to add more to it, probably, depending on how I interpret Knack. I also have a headcanon that Knack's orb resembles a plasma globe in some tactile characteristic; Lucas likes to touch or hold it at every opportunity because it vaguely feels like something is going on in there. It's just so cool! The Doctor may or may not appreciate the novelty.

So it's like, Knack provides Lucas an opportunity to climb to his feet again. More indirectly than the screenshot, though.

I apparently got someone's game-play video confused for a trailer, and misinterpreted the YouTuber's voice as Lucas's voice, so one version of this post mentioned Knack having an incidental role of 'guardian' to Lucas. I still might want to play with that, though.

Anyway, if you're curious as to why Lucas finds the orb so much more satisfying than other puzzles, it's because of the angst. I had initially intended for Lucas to work on the project as something to distract him, much like any other puzzle, give him something to look forward to, and help him bond with Doctor Vargas. The Doctor himself hopes it can help the both of them move on from their losses, and hopes it can help him teach Lucas a thing or two.

But, somehow surprising even to me, Lucas seems to have taken it upon himself to solve this particular puzzle as a measure of value. If he can play a big part in solving it, and contribute to a grown-up scientific achievement, then he's worth all the trouble, right? Then he'll actually amount to something and be worth loving.

... I'm not sure what to say next except that I want to bonk him on the head with a paper towel roll and tell him he's being silly. And then give him a big hug.

At least he lets himself be happy again. In fact, his educational situation might flip from being too aloof to being too distracted. Doodling odd symbols in the margins of his homework and tapping his feet when he should be studying.

He still cries at night sometimes, though. Umm... trying to rack my brain here...

I avoid giving Lucas any diagnosis. Is this a bad idea? Would it be preferred I name his issues, and do research on them?

I kinda just make stuff up.

Okay, switching gears now. This part is more scattered because I don't know how to string the ideas together.

I think I mentioned the Doctor taking Lucas to places like museums and carnivals and aquariums.

Lucas might be prone to jealousy, at least when he is young, and becomes slightly possessive over the orb. This doesn't come up much beyond pressing his lips together, avoiding eye contact, and nursing a bitter feeling when the Doctor improves some experimental hardware without Lucas's prior knowledge. Lucas wonders if the Doctor had continued solving parts without him. Not sure if I should drop it.

Lucas is about ten years old by the time Knack is Manifested. I picked ten years old just 'cause that's about two years of working on the puzzle, enough time to build that machine. I don't want it to take too long or short because the puzzle I'm going with currently makes the Doctor look a bit stupid.

I have Lucas as twelve years old when the first game starts, because that's about middle-school age where the puberty does the things. And about 16 or so in the sequel, trying to balance the moved-out thing with the uncharacteristically immature behavior.

Also because Ava seems about 16 and Dad said that number makes sense for her role as a youth leader, and Ava and Lucas seem like peers. Man, they really flopped on the framing for the scene in this shot! I can hardly see Lucas at all with low brightness. Maybe it's different when you play it yourself.

Dad also told me something that I interpreted to mean most media is really bad at establishing ages. So I'm not sure what to do with that.

Anyway, ten years old.

I'm still not sure how, after the excitement of success subsides, Lucas will initially react to the creature made of stone. His reaction will probably depend on his background. Early drafts have him fed fairy tales that paint goblins unfavorably. And since the creature resembles a goblin in some aspects, Lucas freaks himself out or intimidates the little guy. But these drafts felt silly or off, because the creature is all smiles when he wakes up, and we know he's friendly. Also the Doctor just stands there. So I'll come up with something else, probably.

Regarding Knack's relationship with Lucas: When I see other people describe their relationship as sibling-like (a headcanon), they tend to position Knack as the elder. I may need to double-check; the fandom is pretty small and I haven't read much of the fanfictions. Another headcanon I saw a couple times is that Knack had been alive/conscious a long, long time ago.

But recently someone told me they interpret Lucas as the elder!

My interpretation is that Lucas steps up to that particular plate, first.

My idea goes: before anyone knows for sure that Knack's creature type also includes being a person, Lucas treats him a bit like a toddler and a pet, himself acting as the older brother and sorta babysitter. Still trying to decide if Knack knows he is a person at this stage... It seems like in both games, Lucas tends to talk to him like he's giving him a tutorial.

So I gotta figure out how the Doctor, Lucas, and some other folks turn a sweet little bean into the Knack we all know and love. And how Knack and the Doctor etc, do the same with Lucas.

Lucas is so silly!

I know you saw the one about the first night, Bestie [D;? but I'm not sure how to explain it concisely here. A lot of these I feel would be best shown in a comic series.

There is very much a theme of reciprocation in my story. That might be the wrong word. I'm thinking of familial affection. Lucas just doesn't get enough, and so, doing unto others as he would want to be treated, offers attention to Knack. What to list as examples... Reading him stories, nuzzling, very simple dancing. Probably more but I am my brain is made of Swiss cheese.

I did mention Knack being a sleepy baby on here at first, but I don't think I mentioned that Lucas worries if he's dying or something. It's like if you brought home a baby creature, but had no idea what it eats or needs to live, and then it acts groggier and less responsive, and can barely hold its head up... The Doctor kind of scoffs and says it's highly unlikely (not in a mean way), possibly thinking of Knack more like a device. But even if the Doctor is confident, Lucas isn't convinced. And Baby Knack doesn't know how to ask for what he needs, so he kind of furrows his brow and squints and makes little grumbling noises and like. I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like he kneads invisible dough or something? And he frequently glances up at Lucas or the Doctor.

Lucas tries really hard to not-cry and seem reasonable, but he can't help reaching out to pet the little guy's head. The creature responds very favorably, still sleepy. Leading Lucas to bring him into a hug, possibly picking him up. The creature is soothed by this, and after wrapping his arms around Lucas, he promptly falls asleep. Or something idk. Everything is a work in progress.

Knack occupies a weird role at first, and even later on occasion: something sort of like a pet, but not quite. Lucas is primarily the one who initiates the interactions like that, but sometimes the Doctor does as well. Knack himself does not understand until later.

I know it's silly to have Lucas pet him. He's basically a rock, even if he reminds me of a teddy bear sometimes. But look at that face! Lucas can feel warm and fuzzy just knowing that his little puzzle buddy likes him.

I also have Lucas very interested in Knack as a person, like how he's feeling and what he thinks. I think it would be funny if he gets good at reading Knack's body language, but not so good at interpreting his words sometimes. I'm kind of throwing out that scene in 2 where Knack gives Lucas an odd look for presuming what he's thinking and framing it as a 'talk'; if Lucas paid any attention to Knack, he would have done something like that a long time ago. And so I have him *do*: Early on, Lucas talks to the Doctor for Knack, like an untrained interpreter. And sometimes even airs his own grievances as if Knack is 'saying' so.

I mean, I *guess* I could have Lucas be oblivious to Knack's emotional situation unless it suits him, but then like. I dunno. That doesn't fit the little guy I made up so far. What feels more like Lucas?

Lucas sometimes imitates Knack's mannerisms and vice versa. Also expect recycled dialogue. I think Lucas vicariously experiences some adventure through Knack.

I still think Lucas gets swole by playing with Knack all the time.

Later, Knack and Lucas switch big-brother-little-brother roles based on the scene.

(I got this screenie from MoeePlays. The rest of the unwatermarked ones are from FullPlaythroughs.)

You may also see Knack playing the big-brother role while being Little Knack, if I can communicate that well enough. I think it's interesting. And the reverse.

Dad compared the way I describe Knack to Lennie Smalls in "Of Mice and Men", and suggested Lucas could be made somewhat like George. I must say, I hadn't read that story before then. So that was a wild ride! Now George, he's kind of prickly, which Lucas seems to be in the second game, but I'm a little hesitant. Dad also mentioned something about George's dream, and maybe Lucas could have something like that. I think I know what he means, and it's probably a reason I feel stuck in the 'ending' I had written; the dream feels impossible.

Jumping around again; if you were to talk to Lucas about Knack, and Knack was nowhere to be seen, Lucas would probably think of him as Little Knack. I looked too far into Lucas calling Knack "little buddy" at the start, and couldn't remember if Lucas called him something different later. I also interpreted this to mean Knack often hangs out with Lucas as Little Knack, which is supported by a brief shot or two in 1, and the title screen of 2.

Lucas considers Knack to be his achievement on some level. In fact, I consider this to be what he was alluding to in the museum in 2; that "without me, the Doctor would never have known-" how to bring Knack to life. I can imagine a young Lucas, when people are told that the Doctor had solved the puzzle and created Knack, saying quietly or thinking to himself, "*I* made this."

He goes back on that idea later. For Reasons. I might change that also, though. Then again, if I change the story every time I get caught and scraped up in a prickly patch, I wouldn't have much of a story anymore. I wouldn't necessarily say Lucas is naive. He's pretty smart and can sometimes pick up on things, but he can be willfully ignorant. If that doesn't make sense out of context, don't worry.

Changing the subject, Lucas kick-starts Knack's mischievous streak. He kind of teases him? Best example is the GIF I wanted to make but turned into a slideshow. In the garden, Lucas growls in jest at a Little Baby Knack, who reacts ferociously and growls back with rough red lettering, lifting his paws a bit and shifting his weight from foot to foot. Lucas laughs, delighted, and Baby Knack's expression shifts a little into amusement, before the GIF loops and they return to growling.

To clarify, Knack is playing, here. Although it does take him a few moments of fleeing and fawning to realize Oh, you're threatening me as a joke. Two can play at that game! Eventually, Lucas feels that Knack is acting too aggressive for his comfort, and, failing to notice that Knack is mirroring his own body language, worries he'll get a good punch to the gut. Or worse. He tries to de-escalate with the offer of a hug, which allows Baby Knack to play a mean prank.

And at one point I want Lucas to try smuggling Knack to school for the express purpose of scaring the crap out of Lucas's peers. For fun!

Another thing about how I wrote Lucas is that, when he is younger, at least, he isn't all that shy with Knack after like a day or so. I'm not sure how to say what I mean... It's like, Lucas has a tendency to get excited and touch, lightly pull, or grab Knack's arm(s), to get his attention, turn him around, or drag him somewhere. It's also a means of affection. He's gentle about it, but still. He isn't usually so grabby with other kids.

One of the things I considered playing with Knack is whether he might bite a family member when he is a 'baby'. But the more I think about it, the more the answer resounds no, he wouldn't. In one scene I wrote, Knack makes a non-lingual, idle threat (growling at him), but Lucas calls his bluff and takes something from him anyway. Lucas actually scoffs at him, incredulous.

Do not look to Lucas for guidance on how to treat children, animals, or operate heavy machinery.

Umm, what else. I bet Lucas would pass out if someone strokes his hair. First thing that comes to mind is Charlotte experimentally trying motherly things, feeling awkward about it and stopping. Lucas murmers something like, "You can keep going :)" Realizes what he just said, "I mean, if *you* want to," and scratches the back of his neck and looks away.

Along with a grappling hook (or maybe the Doctor gave him that), Ryder gives Lucas a butterfly knife for his twelfth birthday. This sounds very familiar to me, so either I thought about it before, it's practically canon, or someone else had mentioned it and I just can't remember. Or it could be a regular pocket knife.

At some point, to someone else, I have Doc describe Lucas as becoming more responsible since Knack came into his life. But of course, since the Doctor can never let Lucas have anything, he amends it with, "at times."

I also have this screenshot:

What was I going to put down for it...?

I remember seeing a review where someone mentioned this scene, gave an extremely reductive summary of it, and they thought "It plays out like a parody of kids movie/game “you-can-do-itism” but it’s not parodying anything in particular." I was rather miffed about that, to say the least; I thought this scene was a major characterization moment.

Lucas is curious/a scientist.

Knack puts so much faith in the Doctor that he limits himself. He also comes off like a major teacher's pet with his quoting ability.

The Doctor thinks himself so smart like he knows everything without testing it thoroughly. To the point where he has told Knack that he is incapable of something.

Lucas encourages Knack to try new things.

Not sure how to put this, but it comes up again in the Key Confrontation. Could be related to 4. Lucas is skeptical of the Doctor's authority and offers an opposing viewpoint. He prompts Knack to stop viewing the Doctor's words as gospel, at least temporarily. This is why I want Lucas and the Doctor to be/become foils in my story. Lucas sees himself in Knack.

Knack believes in the Doctor, sure. But he also trusts and believes in Lucas.

And one last thing, because I can't escape upsetting topics: there may be some parental favoritism going on between the Doctor and the boys. I loathe the idea, but it slots into my current framework with unfortunate agreement. I had a conversation with Dad about it, and he said, uhh trying to remember... it's a reasonable idea. He spoke of Lucas coming into his own and how it challenges the Doctor's ego, meanwhile Knack does whatever the Doctor says without question.

I don't think Lucas would resent or blame the Doctor's Greatest Creation, but it would impact his self-esteem. I don't know what that looks like yet.

Umm, I hope this was worth the wait; I had a lot of fun! I want to add more but I'm kind of scatter-brained. Also this is 4.6k words apparently.

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[floral-poisons]

Can I also have breakup exes HC thing with sebek, floyd, leona and malleus?

hi anon!! my friend lyza requested for malleus ex head canons so you can check that out for him. i answered for floyd, leona, and sebek in this post.

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

sebek honestly doesn’t understand how to handle a breakup. it’s something completely foreign to him and he thought it was only for humans to experience.

his first instinct is to not tell malleus or anyone for that matter. such an event is probably disgraceful and embarrassing. a break up? even though you were on amicable terms? it still proved that he was an inadequate partner and that’s the most frustrating thing for sebek.

when lilia learns of this, he tries to comfort sebek. sebek doesn’t deny the fact that you guys broke up but he insists that he’s okay. he’s not in emotional distress or anything which lilia finds highly unlikely.

sebek is all about emotional repression. he wrapped all the emotions up in a little box then shoved it into the closet. how is he supposed to keep watch over malleus while being emotional?

in the long run it prevents him from moving on. he struggles with moving on because he hasn’t confronted nor felt his emotions. and it eventually becomes a detriment to his relationship with you.

he’s a walking disaster.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

leona’s never leaving his room. he keeps himself locked up where not even ruggie can get in. furthermore, he rarely leaves his bed. it’s very hard for him to get up out when all he can feel is the weight of his sadness.

ruggie has to have jack break into leona’s room so they can drag him out by his ankles from his bed. leona is his normal grumpy self when it happens but the air has a hint of sadness to it that just seems unfamiliar.

this is also one of the times where he actively goes out of his way to spend time with his nephew. cheka provides him a well needed distraction plus he’s a child who doesn’t notice the heavy cloud of depression weighing over his uncle’s head.

it’s kind of cute actually with how cheka cheers up his uncle. it’s just simple babysitting things but the kid keeps him up and out of bed which is entirely necessary.

the next time you see leona, he looks quite disheveled. to be fair, he hasn’t left the bed in a while. but it’s progress. he’s slowly learning how to manage the depressive episodes post-breakup one episode at a time.

ruggie wishes there was an easy cure for leona.

FLOYD LEECH

a lot of people say that floyd’s mood swings are already bad enough without any stress. that’s how he is naturally. so imagine adding a stressful breakup on top of it.

you guys broke up because of floyd’s mood swings. you couldn’t keep up and it was draining. endless energy, constantly flipping back and forth. you were not having the instability. and it only caused the mood swings to become more unstable and a lot more frequent.

floyd’s angry. he’s a lot more irritable than he normally is and his moods easily devolve into anger. he threatens people a lot more but especially the first years. so they’ve learned to do what floyd says to avoid getting the life squeezed out of them.

floyd’s hurting a lot on the inside. but he doesn’t cry sad tears. instead his tears are angry. there have been few occasions where people have witnessed the angry tears during his mood swings. but usually the tears are reserved for jade and azul only.

floyd is a lot different from his brother’s reaction and it’s up to jade to keep a look out on the more, clearly, emotionally unstable leech brother. you’re lucky you haven’t witnessed any of it.

squeezing things is a lot easier than processing after all.

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