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peoplesgraves · 11 months

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Yandere Scooby Doo Headcanons

•Originally you were just a hitchhiker they picked up (totally ignoring Velma’s warnings). The more nights and days they spent with you crammed in the van and even helping out on cases, they all start to realize just how nice it is to have another member of mystery inc, especially one as cute as you.

•Fred would be the first to fall for you. Realistically he is weak to pretty people and probably falls in love like 8 times a day but it’s different with you! You’re not some passing fad, your love is the real deal. At least to Fred. He won’t be offended if you reject him at first because he just assumes that you’ll be together eventually. Like eventually he’ll figure out just the right way to make you love him back but until then he’s so happy to spend every day finding new ways to love you. When you’re on cases he always, always assigns you to stay with him and do something safer like watching his trap. He needs to keep you safe above all else so he’ll rarely leave your side. He would be the most likely to kidnap you.

•Shaggy falls for you next. He trusts Fred, he always has. So if Fred likes you then Shaggy will try to like you to. He ends up liking you too much though. You’re always down to share your snacks with him or comfort him after a particularly freaky case. You two always sleep in the back together (witch Scooby of course) because he rarely ever has a bad dream when you’re next to him. Shaggy wouldn’t consider himself brave and neither would anyone else, but for you he is. He’ll jump straight in the claws of any monster to keep you safe. He’s ok with you having your freedom because he trusts you not to leave him, if he ever does feel like you’ll leave him he still won’t lock you up but he would cry and beg and emotionally manipulate you.

•Daphne would be next. She’d only be after shaggy because it takes some time for her to realize that it’s not your fault that Fred has a thing for you. At first she tries to befriend you partly to make up for her original poor behavior and partly to try and figure out what Fred liked so much. She becomes just as obsessed with you as he is. She’s always finding an excuse to sit on your lap or just be really really close to you in some way. Daphne would also start buying you guys like matching jewelry or something, like a classy collar that won’t make you suspicious. She would also very likely kidnap you but it’s just because she literally can’t stand being away from you for too long, very selfish but also self aware enough to try and make up for it.

•Velma falls last. She’s the only one who definetly didn’t want to pick you up so she’s initially very suspicious of you. Glaring, asking probing questions and things like that. Whatever you did to gain her trust would be something small that you wouldn’t remember but she would never forget. Like absentmindedly calling her pretty or asking about her latest project. She feels so seen and understood by you and gets kind of addicted to it. She’s spent her entire life feeling overlooked and misunderstood so she takes great care to make sure you don’t feel that way. She keeps notebooks of things you tell her so she won’t forget and is a big big stalker. If there’s something to know and understand about you then Velma wants to know about it. She would not kidnap you because she values your happiness over her anxiety.

•Scooby! People say that dogs take on the traits of their owners so while I wouldn’t say Scooby is yandere he would be very easily influenced by everyone else. If he sees Fred keeping you in the van more often than not, then he’ll start to do the same. He’ll questions things at first but everyone just says it to protect/help/take care of you so he goes along with it. He really does love you, you’re one of his best friends! It’s just his other best friends are more convincing.

Part 2 with the hex girls?

#Yandere Scooby Doo #yandere #yandere cartoon #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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002yb · 5 months

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Oh, but Talon!Dick and priest!Jason

Dick is overthinking about how he is corrupting Jason, that poor innocent and pure priest

Jason just thinks his slowburn with the hot bird man is burning too slow, he want to do more than hold hands and chaste kisses

Catholic guilt has got nothing on this man. Father Todd? The thirstiest of priests. The visual of this man sitting on the stone steps leading up to his church, all dressed in his priestly vestments while chain smoking and bouncing his heel in agitation because this wonderful fucking monstrous abomination won't fuck him is so ahhhhahaha.

Just a series where Jason is so ready to give his life over to sin and depravity for this night terror monster, but it'd seem while God might be forgiving, the devil Jason's ready to kneel for is not. The irony.

There's so much blasphemy below the cut.

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The tradition of lighting a candle to represent a prayer? Jason lights all of them. Call it an SOS. A beacon to father, son, holy spirit - Jason is begging.

Talon appearing from out of nowhere and snuffing candles (Jason's prayers to get down and dirty) and Jason just stares, jaw dropped and wide eyed because 1) this is God's will enacted in such a vicious way and 2) Talon hasn't got a damn clue

Poor guy just thinks he's helping reduce Jason's risk of death by fire, but also? He's saving his own eyes because it is bright

More thoughts and shenanigans:

The first time Talon sees Jason, Jason is praying. Sat in one of the pews, rosary in hand and with the diffused colors of stained glass slanting over his skin - a touch of moonlight; something soft in the night

It complements the first time Jason sees Talon - standing before the alter. Contemplating it. Trying to bathe in that same light that made Jason something holy, only Talon feels nothing. Too tainted. Too wretched.

Only where Talon hid when Jason looked up into the rafters or into the dark shadows of the church's architecture where Talon was, Jason doesn't. It's a profession thing, of course, but also? It's Jason. He sees someone hurting - he goes to them.

Which leads to a scuffle with Talon getting Jason pinned down against the alter, hand around his throat and drawing blood and he flinches because it's Jason - bathed in moonlit glass again, pure and good and Talon falters

Which Jason takes advantage of, because he might be a holy man but he's no schmuck, thanks. So he flips them off the alter and pins Talon to the floor, wild-eyed and with bared teeth. Not so much to intimidate, but because Jason renounces violence but still finds some thrill in a fight

So it's just them. Jason in his black priest robes sat smugly atop Talon, one of Gotham's more horrific legends. One foot pinning Talon's bicep, the other his wrist.

But Jason saw it in the way Talon reacted to his own violence - it wasn't intentional. It was a learned reaction, of which Jason has many; he can't judge.

That doesn't stop him from getting cheeky with it (with teasing Talon for spooking him). In that same vein, it doesn't stop him from getting a little freaky, either (inviting Talon for some wine).

That's exaggerated. Jason would probably take care of Talon, first. Which would genuinely spook Talon. Who would repeatedly come back and Jason would accommodate. Just a slow crawl, slowburn romance that reaches a head when an injured Talon comes to Jason bleeding and in need of help and yeah

And more:

Where during the will-they-won't-they stage where Jason is desperation incarnate, Jason hides out in the confessional booth to breathe because he wants Talon so damn bad and Talon just won't.

And Jason knowing it's not a matter of not wanting to, just that Talon...can't, or something along those lines.

Talon sitting in the opposite booth, only a thin partition to separate them. Him knowing that he's upset Jason because Jason's been huffing and puffing about being teased for too long and being frustrated and Talon is sheltered, but with Jason he's quick to understand the meaning of wanton - it's Jason.

Jason scoffing because Talon has nothing to ask forgiveness for, go away

But Talon stays because: 'not yet.'

Which, oh?

Then they talk about where Talon is with everything. And it's such a heartfelt, romantic and tender sentiment. Loving and reverent that even when Talon parts for the night (or as dawn approaches), Jason stays in the confessional. Head in his hands to hide how he blushes.

Because from Talon's perspective, there's no cleansing a soul like his. He's something damned, something ruined.

Misguided. He's someone who's been hurt. He's someone who's hurting.

'That's why you won't touch me?'

'It would be sacrilegious.' Because for Talon, Jason is sacred.

Vaguely related, but Talon refusing to let Jason be a lamb that bleeds for him. Jason and Talon having extensive arguments discussions about how God isn't that way, how Jesus paid that price, how with faith something something etc etc. Basically, Talon not understanding religion or faith. But also? Finding some sort of religion/faith in Jason??

This reply is lengthy, so parting notes on shenanigans and tomfoolery:

Talon flipping up Jason's priests robes out of curiosity one day and Jason startling and flustering so bad. Of course he's got pants on, but omg wtf

Jason preparing for communion. Wine? Check. Tiny breads/crackers? Che- no? Jason scrambling around because he knows they're somewhere. And that's when Talon shows up out of nowhere beside him, munching on the metaphorical body of Jesus fuuuuuuuuccc---

Similar to the above, but Talon fucking around with the vestibule/holy water. Only it's something that no one can get mad at because Talon like - brings birds to it for a bird bath or something and it's cute

Tbh forgot this was initially a post about thirsty Father Todd, whoops. Just to round it out though, something something Jason laying back on a pew and pulling Talon over him. Being crowded in that narrow space, but Jason shivering in delight as they fool around (it doesn't get far, of course lol). Jason getting all breathless because his collar is too tight and Talon stripping Jason down, just undoing the collar and robe and spanning his hand beneath it. Pffft Jason thinking he's going to get his tit fondled, but Talon's really just feeling Jason's heartbeat.

Also, were this a horror/mystery story:

Talon listening in on confessionals and carrying out kills according to how he knows Jason feels about them

#dickjay #jaydick #father todd #talon!dick

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tashacee · 2 months

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It’s implied that Time and Aspect!Wild talked to each other about their moon related trauma, what was Time’s reaction to Wild describing the horrors of the blood moon? What was Wild’s reaction to Time talking about his adventure in Termina? How many of The Chain know about Termina?

I’m so curious and desperate to know how that conversation went. Could it maybe even be a short story please?

Look I know this is VERY overdue but i REALLY liked this idea and wanted to do it justice so

Aspects of the Moon

“So.” Time said, shuffling his feet. “The moon, huh?”

“Oh hell no, spooky-boy, you’re talking first, you were accusing me of being a moon-demon ten minutes ago. I deserve to know why.” Wild chuffed as he signed and flicked his tail to show that he wasn’t actually mad. But still. Sure, he’d spill his own moon trauma, but he absolutely deserved to hear Time’s first.

The old man sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

“Uh…” he said. “I… guess that’s fair.” he sighed and shook his head. “It… it’s really weird. You probably won’t believe me.”

“I came back from the dead. Multiple times.” Wild deadpanned.

Time chuckled. “I mean when you put it like that.” he laughed. “Fine. You win. So… when I was a kid. A real kid. Well. Sort of. I was ten, but it was after my first adventure, which took around two years all things considered, so I was also kind of twelve? But yeah, I was ten.”

“Time, what the fuck?” Wild held up his hands, blinking. “Were you ten or twelve, this isn’t that hard?”

Time snorted. “I’m the Hero of Time, Wild. It really is that hard. Now stop interrupting, this is my trauma I’m talking about here.”

Wild rolled his eyes jokingly, but waved for him to continue.

“Okay so. I fell into a tree and woke up in another world, called Termina. And everyone in Termina was freaking out ‘cause the moon was about to crash into the ground and kill them all. Actually that’s not true. A lot of them weren’t freaking out, they had other issues, which seemed a little short-sighted of them, but who am I to judge? Anyway, the moon kept getting closer - it had a face, by the way. The moon did. Big angry face. Very freaky -and after three days it crashed into the earth and killed everyone. So I rewound time to see if I could stop it. Um. It took a lot of times. Couple of years worth of three day cycles, but like, I kept resetting myself too so I was still ten. And then eventually I fought the moon and escaped. But yeah. That’s. That’s my issue with the moon.”

Wild stared at him.

“Time, what the fuck?”

“I did tell you the biggest thing I ever fought was the moon.”

“Yeah but I thought you were joking!”

“Clearly.”

“Fuck!”

“Yep.”

Wild nodded slowly, staring into the darkness of the woods around him. That was… wow. That was a lot. No wonder Time has issues. If even half of that was true - and Wild had no reason to doubt his brother’s word - then it was frankly astounding that he was functional at all.

“Okay. so.” Time leaned back against a tree. “What’s your story? Why do you hate the moon.”

Oh yeah. That had been the deal, hadn’t it. Time had told his sstory, so now Wild would tell his.

Ugh.

He shrugged.

“Not as dramatic as yours.” he admitted. “In my journeys - both of them, actually - every full moon rose red and Ganon’s power waxed in the air. His evil became visible rising from the ground and at the stroke of midnight, every monster that had been slain returned to life at once. You could hear them howl through the night all at once. It sucked serious ass.”

Time stared at him.

“All of the monsters?”

“Yep.”

“Even - even the big ones?”

“Sure did. Full moons… I don’t trust em.”

“No shit! No wonder you hate them!”

“Word.”

“Fuck.”

They sat in silence for a moment, both thinking about each others’ respective moon traumas. Then Wild pulled out his slate, flicked through a few sections, and pulled out his strongest bottle of whiskey, offering it to Time.

“Fuck the moon, amirite?”

Time grinned, accepting it. “Yeah. Fuck the moon!”

#it me #replies #hero’s aspect au #hero's aspect #my writing

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sardonicdoll · 8 months

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able-bodied artists (or artists who don't have the relevant disabilities even if they are physically disabled in some way) really need to start checking themselves because i have seen more than enough ableist garbage on my TL recently. i don't get any traction on twitter though so i'm posting this here instead.

1. i'm not giving my thoughts on "AI art" because i do not have the patience and energy but bringing up physically disabled artists with limb differences, motor impairments, etc. (the ones that able-bodied people put on a pedestal because inspiration porn, anyway) as a gotcha is just as bad as the "AI art" bros you're arguing with who aren't disabled themselves (or disabled in these ways) but also tokenize these forms of disability. we're not ammunition in online discourse, i bet 10-1 that you people never uplift and empower and give a platform to disabled artists w/ limb differences/motor impairments/etc. in your online art spaces otherwise, and any logic that amounts to "this disabled person can do [x] so you're just not trying hard enough/what's your excuse?" is always always ALWAYS ableist no matter how you try to spin it, sorry.

if you don't have these conditions and consider yourself an ally to us then you do not have any business speaking with any kind of authority in conversations involving limb differences, motor impairments, etc. and art-making, or bringing artists with these conditions up when people are talking art-making and accessibility. full-stop. speaking from experience, being an artist with coordination and motor skill impairments when i'm surrounded by artists who aren't hindered by those things (even if physically disabled) really takes a mental toll on you and being all "oh this guy learned to draw with his teeth, so" does not help that whatsoever.

2. speaking as a horror artist/author - critically examine what you consider monstrous or horrific and the overlap between that and visible physical disability. not only have i had the above nonsense shoved in my face but then semi-popular art account posted a few photos (from online assumedly) that they called "monster eyes" when one of those images was leukocoria and another looked something like tonic pupil and/or coloboma (the pupil looked atypically large and out of place.) structrual eye conditions that cause visible differences aren't "monstrous." one of the images had crystals growing out of the eye, which, yeah! do more with that. but consider that images of "freaky" eyes you find on the internet are in fact eye conditions that real people have and what you're doing is associating how their bodies look with "monstrosity."

people have talked about this quite a bit with limb differences, bodily proportions, gait differences, motor impairments, etc. but i've never seen it talked about nearly as much with eye conditions. stop associating aspects of visible bodily differences with horror and monstrosity. even if it's unintentional that's purely due to your ignorance of the wealth of conditions that cause disability. exploration of disability and bodily difference within the context of horror and monstrosity can and honestly should be explored but that should be left to to those of us who actually understand what that is like rather than those who only have an outside perspective.

generally i'm very tired of able-bodied artists and then any physically disabled ones who lack respect for those of different experience to their situation.

#artists on tumblr #ableism #cripple punk #cpunk #physical disability #actually disabled #doll.txt #i'm putting this on my art blog bc why not lmao

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deadpool15 · 8 months

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You think you got a chance?

I decided to go to the store, the fridge is looking mad empty right now. Which is extremely difficult for me, with the whole being a mom of a 1 year old boy. Yea, I said a boy, I gave birth to a male specimen. Boys, moms truly don't get enough credit because the shit my son puts me through is just wild. This is what happens when you don't want kids but decide to go out there being a honey freaky fuck yall. Better learn.

I walk into my bedroom, trying to nativgate my closet for an outfit. You see the thing about being a mom means that you need to make sure you child looks so fucking good. Spoiler alert, no one gives a single fuck about you if your child is walking around here looking like dog shit. "Yall know exactly who I'm talking about. I'm not calling you out baby, I'm simply calling you out though. Fight your issues not me." I said to the camera, completely forgetting I'm supposed to be vlogging with my son today.

Speaking of son, I should totally go walk him up. I managed to get him all ready for the day. And then he fucked around and went to sleep, you see some parents try not to let there kids go to sleep because of naps not really being the best for a busy day. "So, yall Cameron is rocking this cozy hoodie that says cookie monster and just some slighty baby jeans with his lil uggs. It's cold out here in Korea, so I'm gonna grab his puffer jacket to make sure he doesn't get cold. But yqll know Cameron does not like that fucking jacket so I always carry his on the go blanket cuz he expects to be picked up and carried around with that blanket thrown on him. The struggle is real. Now as yall can see I look like shit I haven't gotten ready. So I'm gonna wear this crop long sleeve with these pattern-like pants.

I walk into the closet, grabbing the camera to show off the fit(the one above). "Listen, I know I said it was cold, but if you think about it, it's not like really cold, is it? You know what? Don't answer that. I'm wearing the fit because it makes the curves pop. For the girls that question about confidence, I low-key feel like that as backhand ass compliment. Because trust and believe if I was a smaller pretty petite ass bitch no one would ask. I am my own beauty standard representing all the thick girls in Korea. For example, if you are sitting in front of your phone watching this video talking about how you didn't have a stomach until this happened or this happened, stop lying. Yall I've always been a big girl, my son didn't have anything to do that, if anything he taught me how to embrace my body."

"Yall will truly not know love until your kid starts drawing pictures of you, like how you really look. Because kids are honest as fuck. But my baby has seen beauty in different forms, though he is used to my form. It gets a little awkward when he sees skinny girls and ask why they look like that." I said looking at the camera laughing while adding a little jewelry to the fit. "The moral is everyone is beautiful. It's ok to be insecure at times. But remember your a beautiful ass bitch. Younger me would've never walked outside in this crop, but I'm so glad I've been able to see myself how I should."I walk out the room grabbing my keys.

I am making my way to the front of my apartment to grab my diaper bag and get snacks. "Cameron likes to wake craving these pocky things and will literally whoop my ass I'd they aren't there." I reach for my jacket and grab my son and walk out the door. I place Cameron inside od his car seat and place the diaper bag right next to him. He placed his blanket on top of him. It's amazing that he is still sleeping. Before I go to the grocery store, I drive to a pop up Cafe. I need some caffeine to survive this day. I get there looking outside to see that the sky is getting dark, hinting that it will rain soon. So I sit in the car waiting for a while. "So yall I stopped by a Cafe, we are waiting cuz it looks like it's about to fucking pour. I don't know why I said we, cam, is still knocked out. I remember watching some girl talking about how she gave her kids melatonin to sleep. Isn't that like drugging your kids, though? Like ahit I want mine to sleep too, but imagine giving them a gummy snack, and that shit is laced. That is wild."

I look out the window, noticing my dumbass should enter this cafe now before it starts raining or gets crowded. I turn off the car and grab my keys while looking into the rear view mirror at Cam. "Yea, so I thought this part was gonna be easy. I just like to gaslight myself." I step out of the car and open the backseat door and try to carefully grab my son without waking him up. I successfully achieved my goal , grabbed his blanket, and threw it over his body, just in case it started to go to rain. I walk into the shop and get in line while looking at the menu. The line is pretty long. I might be here for a while.

"She is adorable." I hear a voice say behind me, and turn around and see a woman. She is beautiful, I can't tell her age. What I am able to tell is her obvious attraction, with her continuing to bite her lower lips while staring at me. She is giving off an aura of pure confidence while I do enjoy it. It would be quite fun to play with her. "Well, thank you, but she is actually a male," I state and watch her eyes go wide, and she becomes embarrassed. "I'm so sorry. I just thought he was a girl." "No it's cool. Most people assume he is a girl, I don't know if it's cause of the curly hair or the fact that he looks like me." I say slightly, laughing to make sure she doesn't get too anxious.

"You're right. He truly does look like his gorgeous mother. Looks run in the family, I can tell." I make eyes at her. Wow, it seemed I've found a bold one. "Awe, that cute, I'll let you have that one." She smiles it off before I realize that line has shortened. Making me the next person in line. I order a chocolate chip muffin, one of Cam's favorite just in case he wakes up and wants some of it. And ice vanilla latte. I smile at the batista and wait for her to tell me the price. When she does, I move to grab my card before the mysterious women behind me speak up. "Could you add an iced tea with that, and I'll be playing. Thanks." I turned around making eye contact with her, and now I didn't expect that to be her next move. She gestures me to a table. And I look her up and down before deciding to take a seat. I'm checking on Cam to see if he is still resting well. He is.

"You didn't have to pay for that." "Oo I know, but I thought it would leave a lasting impression." She states while smirking, I laugh managing to keep my volume to a minimum. "So you think you can buy me?" Before she can answer, the waiter comes up and gives us both our orders. We both bow slightly and say thank you. Managing to say it at the same time and laughing as the women walks away.

I'm Tiana, by the way, and the little man that you mistook for a girl is Cameron. As you can see, he is so tired, guess that what happens when Mama extends bedtime." She smiles before saying, "Well, like I said, I'm sorry about the whole gender thing."It's like 2023, I could get you canceled for that. You know." We both laugh again. Before I take a sip of my latte. "I'm Monika Shin. Nice to meet you." I move over to shake her hand. "Well, you've never heard of me," I look at her puzzled. I smirk. "Does that always work for you?"

She laughs, "I am quite famous and known around these parts, so usually ma'am." I stare her down before looking at her lips. "You know most people see the baby and then lose interest." She chuckled while finally taking a sip of her drink. "And most people would know who I am, so i guess I'm not most people, "So what I'm hearing is you think you got a chance, that's cute. Well then, let's see, huh?"

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #monika shin #monika shin x reader

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iwillrememberyoumarathon · 6 months

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I Will Remember You Fic Marathon 2023: Masterlist

Thank you to our amazing Buffy/Angel writers and artists for an event that exceeded all of our expectations! Here are the incredible 41 stories and 15 artworks that made up this year's revamped marathon:

Day 1: daughter by bonniesfire (@lalosalamcnca) Day 2: Yours, Always by @buffy-targaryen Day 3: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do by NicHawkins Day 4: After School Special by a2zmom Day 5: Insatiable by MadeInGold (@reallyreal-madeingold) Day 6: Isn’t It Lovely? (To Die At The Hand of The One You Love) by TemperanceCain Day 7: Amaranthine by Lalaith_Quetzalli (@lalaithquetzallicaresi) Day 8: Wake-Up Call by MamaBewear Day 9: Blush by @aboutafox Day 10: The kitchen won’t collapse if men are cooking! by Liana_Medea

Day 11: Alone by Lalaith_Quetzalli Day 12: The Monster Stomp by a2zmom Day 13: The Circle by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative) Day 14: love thy neighbour by bonniesfire (@lalosalamcnca) Day 15: Fool Me Twice by @oveliagirlhaditright Day 16: I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead by Greensword101 Day 17: Of Prophecies and True Love’s Kiss by @ultramarineorchid Day 18: The Red Gate by @bluestarsandclouds Day 19: Overexcited by AmorousGreen (@calenlily) Day 20: Angelus’s Mercy: Part Two by MCorey1317 Day 21: Being Known by Kean (@keanherself) Day 22: Not Like Before by @buffy-targaryen Day 23: I Can’t Remember by MeTheMermaid (@casenpoint) Day 24: Side Mission by @taaroko Day 25: The Chosen Princess and the Shadow Knight by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative) Day 26: the girl and the ash by claddaghrings (@bangelism) Day 27: Our Little Family by twinkielove6 Day 28: Can It Be Right to Give What I Can Give? by @asoulofstars & blackdragonhellfire Day 29: An Aspect Of by GraceNM Day 30: Six Times Angel Lost Buffy And One Time He Didn’t by @aboutafox

Day 31: Two Hot Whiskeys by Liana_Medea Day 32: It's Just That I Stayed (Too Long) by @buffy-targaryen Day 33: Two Steps Back by a2zmom Day 34: Schism by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative) Day 35: Always by Lalaith_Quetzalli (@lalaithquetzallicaresi) Day 36: On Little Cat Feet by a2zmom Day 37: Freaky Things by @oveliagirlhaditright Day 38: Counterfeit Innocence by @calenlily Day 39: Reverence by Scribes1015 Day 40: Slayer, Interrupted (A Post-Reunion Trilogy Story) by MCorey1317 Day 41: In My Veins by @taaroko

Artworks

1. Sarah Michelle Gellar & David Boreanaz: Bangel stanning over the years. - gifset by @liam-summers 2. Buffy/Angel for “I Will Remember You” Month 2023 - video by @oveliagirlhaditright 3. Forever and Always - video by @bluestarsandclouds 4. She Promised - gif + wallpaper by @lalaithquetzallicaresi 5. Bangelus - Nine Inch Nails - gifset by @marie-moreaus 6. Moments - video by @bluestarsandclouds 7. Buffy and Angel art with chalk brushes - drawing by @kairosimperative 8. Bangel — I Will Remember You - gifset by @marie-moreaus 9. “So, no touching…” / “We stay in touch…” - photoedit by @oveliagirlhaditright 10. Buffy and Angel - Maybe If I Tell Myself Enough - video by @broke-me-into-pieces 11. Buffy and Angel - An Evening I Will Not Forget - video by @bluestarsandclouds 12. AtS 1.08 ♥ I Will Remember You - anniversary gifset by @liam-summers 13. “to live in this world you must be able to do three things…” - gifset by @lalosalamcnca 14. Buffy and Angelus in Innocence - digital painting by @artsying-ifer 15. buffy and angel | work song - video by @bangelism

#iwryficmarathon2023 #bangel #buffy x angel #masterlist #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #ats #angel the series

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shoezuki · 3 months

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(this is a mini fic from a segment of my fic 'Doctor, the problem's in my chest' during chapter 6 where Gepard rushes into the Cold Plains to find Sampo and saves him from the fragmentum amalgamation. I had originally planned to have a segment between sampo being injured by the monster and gepard saving him that was from gepards perspective. i scrapped it but wrote it as an extra bit for fun)

Being confined in a closed, restricting space with Sampo Koski has forced Gepard to learn a lot about the conman. Nothing useful, nothing all that remarkable, really. Just… things.

Things like how Sampo knows how to cook, even with limited, shitty ingredients like questionable beef jerky and frozen vegetables. How he eats as if he has been starved for days for every single meal, how he rations out food meticulously and keeps track of supplies in a studious way that would put the Silvermane’s resource management to shame. Or how he knows how to whittle wood with practiced ease, crafts his own bombs and how to repurpose things outside of what they were made for. Gepard learns that Sampo sleeps lightly, too, even if Sampo thinks he’s unaware. Gepard learns that quickly-- when he is shocked awake with nightmares or shifts just the slightest bit in his bed late at night, Sampo’s breathing always goes the slightest bit quieter. Gepard also learns that Sampo’s hands are warm and that Gepard’s tendency to stare makes him skittish.

(He’s been told, many, many, many times that his staring is… creepy. Unnerving. Gepard doesn’t understand how or what he’s doing wrong, but he’s used to people tensing and glancing away, saying he looks too stern. Gepard expects Sampo to say the same, to say his stare is freaky or weird like so many people have before. But he never does.)

It’s these little, mundane, strange things Gepard has learned that causes him to realize something is wrong this time as soon as he wakes up.

The injury and the fever the infection has inspired has been making him sluggish, slow to realize himself and feeling like an alien in his own skin. It takes him a few minutes this time, too, to wake up fully. His head feels heavy like cotton is pressing against the back of his eyes, he feels too hot and too cold at the same time. He’s sweaty and disgusting, shivering under his blankets, but every uncovered inch of skin feels chilled as if the air is made of ice.

Something is wrong. He knows something is wrong before he fully opens his eyes.

The first thing he'd learned about Sampo is that he's made of movement and noise. For someone who slinks around back alleys and evades the Guards with ease, there's a constant restless energy under his skin that has him shifting and talking and waltzing around the small house all the time. Even in his silence, when he thinks Gepard is asleep and and is laying on the sofa late at night or tiptoeing as he peeks through the bedroom door, he’s loud. Sampo’s presence is imprinted on Gepard’s awareness, a constant feeling in the back of his head like a sixth sense. Many, many times Gepard has woken up shocked from subtle nightmares, only to become all-too aware of Sampo laying on the sofa in the other room and clinging to his distant company to calm himself.

Even in his foggy, feverish state, his mind far away from himself and nothing but aching pain and cold-hot shivers consuming him, he wakes up and everything feels wrong. He shuffles, groans and untangles himself from the sweat-damp sheets and blankets he was twisted up in. He rubs at his eyes, tries to focus, tries to listen for Sampo in the other room. “S-Sampo?” He huffs out, his voice raw and his words dragging through his throat. “Sam… Sampo?”

There’s nothing. No response, no sound of movement, no rushed surge of footsteps towards his door as Sampo always does when Gepard barely even thinks to call for him. There’s nothing but the echoing, suffocating silence of simply being completely and utterly alone.

It only takes him a few seconds to panic.

Gepard had seen himself as a prisoner in the beginning, sure that Sampo had some ulterior motive to saving him and tending to him. He’d battled his own thankful relief of being alive with his strange, gnawing guilt and doubt that he even should be. Gepard had found all worry for himself shifted to Sampo, a strange feeling of anxiety and concern for the conman. He’d started to cling to it, pretending to be fine and hiding his delirious mind and fevers to keep that unfamiliar, pinched expression from Sampo’s face.

The monster he’d seen carve through his Guards, echoing their voices as it circled the house, inspired a kind of fear in him he hadn’t experienced before.

He can’t stop thinking about what it would do to Sampo, how it could kill and take the last person with him stranded out in the Cold Plains. He couldn’t stop dreaming of it, of black shards of fragmentum crawling over Sampo’s skin, his clothes, crackling in his voice. He couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t let Sampo be the one to take his place.

Maybe the monster wants Gepard dead, maybe it knows Gepard had been the only one to escape it. Maybe it wants to leave Gepard to fester and fade away, alone with his fever and his infection and his grief. Maybe the monster knows Gepard wouldn’t make it out of here and wants to kill Sampo in his place, the one who saved Gepard, in some twisted sort of revenge.

(If he could think clearly, if he could think of anything other than the bone-chilling, soul-crushing fear that had consumed him in a tidal wave, he’d know none of that made sense. The fragmentum amalgamation was a mindless, lumbering husk of his Silvermane Guards. It acted without thought, dragged itself towards the warm bodies of living creatures, absorbing their life and their flesh into itself.)

Gepard is on his feet without thinking about it, the sudden piercing pain of his broken leg making his head clear the slightest bit. He slips his feet into the old slippers (the one’s Sampo got me, his mind unhelpfully supplies, making his chest feel heavy and tight) and grabs the shoddy crutch off the wall (the one Sampo made. Sampo made it. He made it for me. For me. Where is he?). He huffs, gasps for tight breaths as he shambles out of the room, feeling the temperature rapidly dip the farther he gets from the single remaining geomarrow heater. He squints and scans the room, the small living room and attached kitchenette. The pile of Sampo’s gloves and parka, usually dumped in a mess in the corner by the door, is gone just as Sampo is.

“Sampo?” He croaks out hopelessly, as if the other man will manifest in front of him at the sound of his desperate fear. But there’s no one but him, his heart sinking to his stomach. “Shit… Shit, shit shit!”

Gepard moves as quickly as he can, around the room and towards the door, putting too much weight on his bad leg. He ignores the pain, the constant screaming ache of his wound, and only pauses in front of the door when he stares at his bare, outreached hand.

He spins back around, muffling a sound in the back of his throat. He trips into the kitchen, catching himself on a counter and letting the crutch clatter to the floor as he starts yanking drawers open, tearing through cupboards, shelves, through old dusty silverware and dishware, dust and cobwebs swirling disturbed in the air around him. “C’mon, come on!” He hisses through his teeth, the wound in his side burning as he ducked to look underneath the cabinets. “Where in Qlipoth’s name did he hide it?”

Trying not to scream with his rising fear and frustration, Gepard stops suddenly. He turns and looks back at the old, unused wood stove. He’d watched Sampo a lot, when he didn’t know Gepard was watching, through the cracked open bedroom door. Sampo had sometimes stopped, paused at the wood stove with a hum, or his gaze drifting to it. Gepard recalls hearing the grinding, metallic screech of the heavy iron door opening a few times, usually at night or when Gepard was struggling to sleep through his suffering. Sampo had hovered around and looked into the stove many, many times after Gepard and him argued, after Gepard demanded his gauntlet returned to him so he could march out to his death.

“Idiot,” Gepard mutters to himself, kicking himself for having forgotten. He ignores the ripping feeling in his side as he bends down to grab his crutch, leaning on it as he ambles towards the stove. Getting to his knees he twists the handle, the door of the stove moving with a hefty groan. The inside is black, soot and old ashes making the inside of the wood stove look like a ceaseless black void. It made the gleam of metal stand out and instantly catch his attention.

Ash clings black and grey to his hands as he grabs his gauntlet, hands shaking as he held it in front of him. It felt both heavy and light at the same time, cold metal making his fingers feel numb. The metallic surface, the delicate metal plates making up the fingers and the faintly glowing blue geomarrow protruding from the wrist, are all tarnished with soot. Streaks of black give way under his fingers, staining them black.

It feels familiar, comforting as he puts it on. Gepard stretches his fingers, feeling the grind of the metal joints and the low clattering sounds of metal on metal as he clenches his fist. The feeling of the abnormal cold, a sort of tingling energy pressed to his skin, is something he almost missed. He clenches his fist, feeling frost flare up and swirl around his hand, clinging to the metal gauntlet.

Sampo had disarmed him, taken his gauntlet and only weapon when he’d first dragged Gepard, unconscious and near dead, into this abandoned house. He’d been panicked when he’d first woken up, then furious when Sampo refused to give it back after the monster made its presence known. He understands why for both instances, now; no doubt Gepard would have frozen Sampo solid when he’d first seen the criminal hovering over him, and he would’ve marched into the snow and cold to hunt the monster down if Sampo had given it back to him.

He can’t say it aloud, can’t bear to think about it, but the gauntlet feels… wrong, now. Grim, heavy, a weight digging into his skin and digging down to his bones. He realizes he hadn’t seen it, worn it since he had struggled against the fragmentum amalgamation. He can’t help but imagine the blood of his fallen Guards frozen to his metal fingers.

Gepard doesn’t think of anything else, doesn’t think about the severity of his own actions: he has no shoes besides thin slippers, no coat or weapon; he could barely walk, and not without pain; he had no clue exactly where they were in the Cold Plains, where Sampo could be, if he could find him.

It doesn’t matter, though. He couldn’t do nothing, couldn’t let Sampo remain out there where that thing is. He couldn’t even stand the thought of it, the possibility of Sampo being cut down by the fragmentum amalgamation, absorbed into its form with the Silvermane Guards that Gepard had led to their deaths.

The thought of Sampo being the one to die to the fragmentum amalgamation in his place has Gepard opening the door, not even flinching at the rush of cold as he rushes out into the nothingness.

#sampard #honkai star rail #sampo koski #gepard landau #sampo is technically only mentioned but.#hes there in spirit #death mention #ask to tag #i will post it to ao3 later but i figured im like. puttin it here cuz why not #for the Homies #if i post more sampard things only to tumblr then i shall attract more sampard homies yknow. like pls we need more #more homies on tumblr. PLEASE.#in the bones

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the best supernatural episodes

according to an autistic person with a special interest and the ability to make a list.

if youre really serious about supernatural spoilers then maybe stay away :)

None of the season one episodes made in on the list but I will give an honorable mention to S1 E2 Wendigo.

S2 E11 Playthings - A classic, creepy girls in a creepy hotel. Special call out to Sam getting SLOPPY

S2 E16 Roadkill - There's a ghost haunting the highway. the Boys help the spirit move on. This is an early example of monster empathy

S2 E18 Hollywood Babylon - Dean loves hollywood. I love dean. this episode makes me kick my feet like a little girl and i will not defend myself.

S2 EP 20 What Was Shall Never Be - all I have in my notes for this one is "Dean Djinn Dream" which was enough for me to remember the episode and get misty eyes. This is SEASON 2 my son will never know peace.

S3 E5 Bedtime Stories -I had to check the wiki on this one, I think i liked it cause it referenced classic fairytales

S3 Ep11 Mystery Spot - "HEAT OF THE MOMENT" RISE AND SHINE SAMMY!

S3 E13 Ghostfacers! - Im a Facer through and through

S3 E16 No Rest for the Wicked - S3 finale and the Boys are facing consequences! Classic Dean, Sam and Bobby episode.

S4 E1 Lazerus Rising - First Cas Episode. That handprint makes me feel things.

S4 E6 Yellow Fever - What if Dean had anxiety (The Eye of the Tiger blooper is also at the end of the episode which gives it bonus points.

S4 E17 Wishful Thinking - Make a wish? was it for your teddy bear to be diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder? Well thats what youre getting!

S4 E17 It's a Terrible Life - Sam ~ the sales rep. Dean ~ middle management.

S4 E18 The Monster at the End of the Book - There are books about Sam and Dean?! Written by this guy who loves self insert character? Surely the entire show isn't about to take a tone shift?

S5 E3 Free to be You and Me - Sam and Dean are fighting again, but this time Dean has a new heavenly boy toy to play with instead. (Cas has no rizz yet it's actually a little painful to watch)

S5 E5 Fallen Idol - Okay the Wax People episode is on here for one reason and one reason only. Paris Hilton.

S5 E7 The Curious Case of Dean Winchester - Old man Dean and old man Bobby. This is also the episode for HH Husk kinnies.

S5 E8 Changing Channels - Dr Sexy MD is that you?!

S5 E9 The Real Ghostbuster - *in a grizzly voice* "I'm Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam. Have you experienced anything strange?" "Dude that was so good! Now we can go solve the puzzle" "Man you're breaking the immersion!"

S5 E10 Abandon All Hope - This is here for Crowley's first appearance and not because the end will make you cry.

S5 E12 Swap Meat - "uh... its Audi Nos". Freaky Friday starring Sam Winchester! An angsty teen and April Kepner from Grey/Sloan Memorial Hospital.

S5 E16 Dark Side of the Moon - The Boys lives flash before their eyes. Dean is pissed forever about Sams.

S5 E19 Hammer of the Gods - this is for all my pagans out there!

S6 E4 A Weekend at Bobby's - What do you think this episodes about idjit.

S6 E15 The French Mistake - “For whatever reason, our life is a TV show.” “Why?” “I don't know.” “No, seriously. Why? Why would anybody want to watch our lives?”

S7 E4 Defending your Life - consequences? for fucking people over? how about you stand trial.

S7 E20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo - The self insert character made for us :) Luv u 4ever Charlie XD

S8 E4 Bitten - found footage will always scare. this one reminds me that this show started as a psuedo horror.

S8 E8 hunteri heroci - Cas tries his hand at being a hunter

S8 E12 As Time Goes By - FINALLY THEY ARE CARVING TRAPS INTO BULLETS

S8 E17 Goodbye Stranger - verbatim here are my notes for this episode "Cas chooses Dean, but the way he handles Meg... Fuck Naomi"

S8 E18 Clip Show - If you only want to watch just one episode of Supernatural this should be it. It's not actually a clip show, theres a broment, bonding time with favorite characters and crazy plots that only supernatural could get away with.

S9 E5 Dog Dean Afternoon - Dean is finally a dog person

S9 E11 First Born - Another bro fight leads to shipping <3 SamxCas + DeanxCrowley <3

S9 E15 #thinman - the slender episode feat. GHOSTFACERS. You come away from this episode thinking "supernatural is so fucking gay why wont the boys kiss"

S9 E21 King of the Damned - my favorite crowley era change my mind. Also the way the Boys interrogate an angel is so funny

S10 E5 Fan Fiction - I would unironically fuck w a supernatural musical and if helluva/hazbin taught me anything the rest of you would too

S10 E6 Ask Jeeves - The Clue episode. (Pay attention to the improvised weapons Dean chooses. It brings me joy)

S10 E9 The Things we Left Behind - Cas is suffering a midlife crisis and his besties are there to help him repair his relationship with his daughter. Funnily enough, Crowley is also getting some family bonding in.

Okay, I'm all caught up on my list. Should I have stayed up late transcribing this with an 8am class tommarow?

Probably not but it did bring me great joy. Tell me your favorite episode! I'll continue to add to my list as I continue my rewatch :)

#supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #crowley #list #tumblr recommendations #episodes #im bad at tags #sam and dean #favorite

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lokiarc64 · 1 year

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Lancaster, Whiteknight, Knightshade, and Dragonslayer react to jaune having black blood ( its a power from soul eater)

Lancaster:

Ruby: So your blood being a different color means you have superpowers.

Jaune: That’s not how it works but yeah.

Ruby (Excited): Oh show me, show me.

Jaune: Sure, here something I think you’ll like.

Jaune: “Raised hand”

Jaune: “Black blood forms into sword”

Ruby: 🤩🤩🤩

Ruby: You can summon weapons.

Jaune: It’s more like I can create weapons via my blood.

Ruby: What else?

Jaune: Hmmm?

Jaune:💡

Jaune: “Create wings with black blood”

Ruby: “Gasps”

Jaune: Pretty cool right, I can actually fly with these.

Ruby: Can you show me?

“In the skies above”

Jaune: “Flying over Vale while holding Ruby”

Ruby: We’re so high up.

Jaune: Beautiful isn’t it?

Ruby: Yeah it is.

Ruby: “Kisses Jaune’s cheek”

Ruby: Thanks Jaune.

Jaune: No problem Ruby.

Jaune: Now where to next.

Ruby: The bakery, I need more cookies.

Jaune: Bakery it is, hold on.

Jaune: “Flies into town”

White Knight:

Weiss: How on earth is your blood black?

Jaune: My aunt experimented on me and my cousin when we younger.

Jaune: She abused us in more ways than one for months, forcing us to strain our bodies and minds on our new blood.

Jaune: Mom wasn’t keen on that so she and dad got me out before I was infused with something called Ragnarok.

Jaune: I don’t know if she or my cousin are still alive, I haven’t heard any thing of them for years.

Weiss: 😨😨😨

Weiss: Dear sweet Oum.

Jaune: “Notices Weiss’ expression”

Jaune: Sorry, was that too much?

Weiss: N-No I-I’m just… sorry that happen to you.

Weiss: “Hugs Jaune”

Weiss: You of all people shouldn’t have had to experience something so traumatizing.

Jaune: “Hugs Weiss back”

Jaune: Hey it’s alright.

Jaune: Besides.

Jaune: “Holds Weiss’ face”

Jaune: If it didn’t happen then I wouldn’t have had the chance to get accepted into Beacon and meet my teammates.

Jaune: Meet you.

Weiss: You shouldn’t have said that.

Jaune: But I meant it, all of it.

Weiss: “Kisses Jaune”

Weiss: I love you.

Jaune: I love you too Weiss.

Knightshade:

Blake (Concerned): Jaune.

Blake: “Looks at cut on Jaune’s face”

Blake: Your blood…

Jaune: I know, it’s black.

Blake: How, why?

Jaune: let’s just say it was an experiment gone wrong.

Jaune: I was used against my will, abused.

Jaune: Now look at me, I’m a freak, a monster.

Blake: “Ears flatten”

Blake: You are the farthest thing from a monster.

Blake: Your brave, your kind, you try your best with everything.

Blake: People may have judged you for being different but you powered through and showed me that our differences matter.

Blake: It’s why I fell in love with you.

Jaune: “Smiles”

Jaune: Thank you Blake.

Jaune: I needed to hear that.

Blake: I learned from the best.

Blake: “Kisses Jaune’s cheek”

Blake: Now what do you say we watch some movies.

Jaune: Can I pet your ears while we watch?

Blake (Hesitant): S-Sure.

Jaune: 😊😊😊

Jaune: “Hugs Blake”

Dragonslayer:

Yang: “Walks into Team JNPR’s dorm”

Yang: Oh Lover Boy.

Yang: “Looks around to see no one in room”

Yang: Jaune?

“Splat”

Yang: “Looks at foot”

Yang: “Sees large puddle of black goop on floor”

Yang: Ew.

Yang: What is this goopy stuff?

Jaune: “Emerges head from black blood”

Jaune: Hey Yang.

Jaune: Wanna help me with my training?

Yang: 😱😱😱

Yang: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

“One explanation later”

Yang: “Has her arms crossed”

Jaune: I’m sorry Yang, I didn’t mean to scare you.

Jaune: I was just training with my black blood abilities.

Yang (Angry): Don’t talk to me.

Jaune: Yang please don’t be mad.

Yang: 😤😤😤

Jaune: At least look at me.

Yang: “Moves away from Jaune’s point of view”

Jaune: “Forms rose from black blood”

Jaune: “Hands black rose to Yang”

Jaune: Please forgive me.

Yang: “Looks at black rose”

Yang: Still freaky that this stuff is made of your blood.

Jaune: So… do you accept my apology.

Yang: “Looks at Jaune”

Jaune: “awkwardly smiles”

Yang: Fine.

Jaune: “Immediately hugs Yang”

Yang: Your a dork.

Yang: “Kisses Jaune’s forehead”

Yang: But your my dork.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #Lancaster #white knight #knightshade #dragonslayer #soul eater #ask & answer

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zappedbyzabka · 6 months

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Ftm/transmasc Johnny thoughts...

(tw for everything on that topic)

His white-knuckled grasp on masculinity and the way he thinks he should perform it—all these arbitrary things he and others have applied manliness to, like how much meat is in his food, sucking up his feelings, and how attractive women find him: It all just feels like a person who thinks that if they don’t keep up a strict image of masculinity then everyone will take away that ‘Man’ title.

Just like any boy worries—especially trans boys.

Johnny wants to be perceived as and live as who he is. It’s hard when if you’re a nonconforming guy, you’ll be seen as just a girly boy, but when you’re someone who has to take more steps than that, who has to put in way more effort to even receive that “boy” title, anything could end up with you thrown back in the box of “girl”.

He had the privilege of having a rich stepdaddy who just wanted him to be quiet and behave however he could get that to happen—which happened to be testosterone, cutting his hair even shorter than it was, and being called “He”

Plus, a white lie that he was just an effeminate little kid who grew out of it to anyone who was confused as to where Laura’s pretty daughter went. He just had to avoid anyone who really knew him before.

Because people accept that more than the truth, which is that he was a girl who was always a boy.

Kreese was the only man besides Sid whom he had as a male role model—and of course, Kreese was the only one he loved. The one he thought he should be like—and we all know what a wonderful impact Kreese has.

He wasn’t allowed to care like his mother. He wasn’t allowed to cry. He wasn’t allowed to be a pussy. He wasn’t allowed to be anything but what he saw in front of him, what he saw in movies—stereotypical and obvious.

If he said he enjoyed the dresses his mother used to buy him, he's a faker.

If he mentions that he always loved little soldier toys and monster truck jammies, then he’s not faking. When he’s in the locker room talking about girls and football, isn’t faking. If his towel slips, he’s faking.

That’s how it is. It doesn’t matter who he is inside if people can’t see it.

It’s tiring. He didn’t really enjoy playing a whole new act.

But he clung to every shred of “proof” he had, even when he started to pass. Even when all the “Mis—I mean, Sir”s stopped, even when there was no trace of Joanie.

When she was dead to him and everyone that knew her.

Bobby was there the whole time, he watched Johnny’s progression, was the first to call him Johnny, and was the first Johnny felt comfortable changing in front of. Bobby had some difficulty with his parents over it, and it made Johnny feel terrible. It felt like he was a burden, and his freakiness would always get in the way. That’s why he took so long to be open with any of the the other Cobras about it, besides the fear of getting thrown in a lake for what he is.

Just his existence caused ripples.

He could always tell when his mother missed her daughter—some days he felt like a murderer.

He didn’t like the pressure he felt with the girls he pursued to be this overly masculine meathead. Ali never pushed him into anything—she actually seemed to hate his macho act—but there are rules to being a boyfriend, like there are rules to being a girlfriend, right? You gotta be dominating and tough, and you can’t let her touch your ass even if you want her to, and you can’t talk about other boys you find cute because only girls can like boys, and he’s not a girl just like he’s not a fag. That’s what it is to be the man of a woman.

He didn’t want to be questioned. He didn’t want to see doubt in anyone’s face.

Maybe it was one reason he was so fucking angry about Daniel.

It felt like Ali went off to find herself a real boy. One who couldn’t fight, had no muscles, and probably didn’t even know who Rocky was- did none of the things Johnny had to do.

He wasn’t even taller than Ali like Johnny!

He got to just got…relax into the role of being male.

But maybe it was his view of women that he learned from Kreese that drove her away. Maybe it’s how he forced himself to act. Maybe it’s because his strive had him stepping on women by accident.

Johnny found himself wanting to be more like Daniel. Unquestioned in his shortcomings. Effortlessly masculine yet not always doing what’s expected of him. He could do things like...keep his own hair silky without feeling like a gender traitor.

It was infuriating. It was unfair. It was embarrassing. It made him wonder if he slipped up with Ali and she lost attraction to him. He wondered If he wasn’t enough.

Kreese “had no issue with such a strong appreciation for the male lifestyle.” Saw that unique pain in Johnny as another way to mold him. Told Johnny that if his parents failed him, he’d be there to provide his hormones. You really can’t fuck up with a kid that desperate to be accepted, can you? Desperate, glowing potential Kreese needed to keep hidden under his wing. Doesn’t matter what he calls himself, as long as he does what Kreese tells him to.

He could drip alcohol into the cut when Johnny misbehaved with a simple pronoun slip up.

When Johnny got choked by Kreese and completely lost a pillar in his life, he fell completely into his persona, even when he was with the Cobras who always had a way of making him forget he wasn’t born like them.

Beer and chicks and cars and meat—hell yeah, right? Yeah. Yeah. Those are his favorite things. That’s all he wants. Men are supposed to want to fuck things and they’re supposed to look at porn, so he tries to want it. He’s a man’s man, and he never wants to do any of the feminine shit he used to.

He was near-frantic when he kept having rough patches and couldn’t afford his hormones without Sid’s allowance. His life was in that old man’s hands, and when Daniel raised the rent, he felt sickeningly afraid that he’d have to choose between giving up his dojo or giving up the shots that made him feel just okay enough to keep going.

It feels like the comfort of being the man came with a whole new torture caused by the weight of what it really means to be that man—The feeling or the performance? Is he still man enough if he misses a shot?

He never had any surgery. He honestly never really thought about it–he was the only trans person he knew growing up, and he didn’t really…want it? Whenever he told people his condition, that was always the question. “So...did you get surgery yet?”

Yet.

Like he had to do it. As if it were required of him, like all the countless other things, if he wanted to be who he was on the inside.

His chest was the same size as a man with pecs on the plumper side, so who cares? He liked the way he looked there. No one ever commented on his chest, because it’d be rude to say anything about that that to a man.

He didn’t want doctors touching him, or observing him. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want to think about it.

He still wears binders like he used to and stuffs his pants every now and then—on hard days when he’s worried someone will look into his eyes and just...know.

I imagine Daniel having zero idea until he happened to find Johnny with his binder halfway on. Ending up ruddy and panicked and slamming the door closed to give Johnny privacy.

And Daniel’s old and not all that well-versed in such things, but he tries to be gentle with delicate topics and delicate people.

The talk he and Johnny would have would be awkward. Snappy and defensive on Johnny’s end.

He would somehow be more knowledgeable on the topic than Johnny and it wouldn’t go to far the first time, but slowly and surely Johnny would open up for him. Tell him more and more. Reveal what the big driver for his anger with him was.

There’s something sweetly validating about the man you considered an enemy for so long accepting you as you are and validating you—even with all the details.

Maybe Johnny starts to cry again. starts grooming himself again. Gaining his “I don’t care what you think because I could kick your ass” attitude.

Maybe all the joy of having people that care about him in his life—reconciling with his kid perhaps—has him relaxing his shoulders for once.

Maybe he lets himself try a queer bar. Lets his eyes wander over to other men, easy and guiltless unlike the other times, because truly what’s manlier than liking other men? Maybe he lets himself go home with one, lets himself ask for what he wants because the guy seemed to already understand everything, like he’d been with people like Johnny before. He had no expectations.

(There’s also a world where Sam confides in him about her feeling like she has to be hyper-feminine and palatable to be liked when maybe she wants to shave her head and still wear skirts—)

#These are just thoughts and I am not smart okay #tw f slur #I’m sure I’ll come back twelve times to fix typos #tw transfobia #Mtf Johnny thoughts are for a different time #johnny lawrence #cobra kai

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asteriastarr · 3 months

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Hey!! Sorry if I’m bothering you and I know this is the second time I asked this but could you please do a deuce x fem!human! Reader ? Where deuce finds himself in our world and ends up meeting a human realizing humans aren’t as bad as he thought and ends up falling for her. An she has a rough home life.

Ice cream and Hot chocolate

A/n: Uh so I'm sorry this took so long since you sent this to me agggeeesss ago, but i was focusing on my book on wattpad so i hope you forgive me. This ones kinda long and I'm like not sure how good it is but i hope you enjoy anyways :). (P.s I wasnt sure what you meant by 'rough' home life so i kinda went with a mix of suggestions my friends gave me so- yeah... if you are going through something at home my dms are always open if you need to vent, i might not be able to give good responses but atleast you can get it out somewhere :)

POV: Y/n talks about her homelife with Deuce

Warnings: Mentions of arguing, brief mentions of cheating, mentions of abuse (brief), mention of divorce, Y/n is the eldest child, pRe-MaRiTaL hAnD-hOlDiNg (How scandalous), PrE-mArItAl KiSsInG (SOMEONE CALL THE CHURCH), pRe-MaRiTaL bReAtHiNg (MY EYES, MY EYES :O)

Monsters are real. That is something Y/n L/n has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since she was a small child. Except monsters didn’t come in the shape of a pale creature with fangs or a woman with snakes for hair. No, monsters came in all shapes and sizes, almost always looking like your everyday human. The only thing that ever truly set them apart from regular humans was that monsters are cruel.

Monsters were cruel to everyone, even those they were supposed to care for and protect.

At least, that’s how she saw it.

Monsters are real. That is something Deuce Gorgon has undoubtedly, unequivocally, and unquestionably known since the day he was born. He didn’t really have much of a choice, given he was one. Except monsters weren’t always evil, cruel beings. No, monsters were merely, beings. Sometimes they could be cruel but most of the time, they were kind beings just living their lives- or deaths- and navigating through their freaky flaws.

Monsters were just ordinary beings.

At least, that’s how he saw it.

Until he found himself in the human world. Whilst he’d never truly felt at home in the monster world- being a gorgon and all- yet, at least he knew he belonged in the monster world, here? He didn’t belong among humans. Not one bit. Or at least he didn’t.

Not before he met Y/n.

She was a human, that’s true. But even without knowing he was a monster she had shown him nothing but kindness since the day they’d met. The girl didn’t trust easy, he knew that. She was naturally quiet, seldom speaking unless spoken to and even then, it was only ever a few words… except when she was with him.

The moment the two had met they were instantly drawn to each other like magnets, they were each other’s rock, neither of them truly belonged in the human world (despite Y/n being a human) and yet with each other, they were home.

The two of them had met on accident, he hadn’t intended to appear in the human world, hadn’t intended to walk into a random middle school, he didn’t mean to lie and say he was a new student so he could stay in the human world just until he could figure out where he was and how to return to his own world.

He'd never intended to enter the library and lock eyes with a pretty H/c ghoul, her nose in a book and yet the moment she saw him she lowered it, tilting her head in curiosity.

He’d never wanted to enter his new math class, only to find it was a shared class with the ghoul, never intended for the only spare seat to be in the back of the class, next to her. Never thought that the two would bond almost instantly. He didn’t mean for their schedules for the rest of the day to happen to collide (Sitting next to her in every one of those classes however was no mistake).

He never intended to walk down the right hallway at the right time to find the ghoul sobbing in a corner, he wasn’t thinking when he rushed over to comfort her. Didn’t have to think to pull the ghoul into his arms, gently rubbing her back as he asked her what had happened. He had acted on instinct as he listened to her talk about a group of ghouls in her class who had been teasing her, still acting on instinct when he gave her words of reassurance, ignoring the feelings deep down, telling him that she wasn’t telling him the full truth.

Those first interactions had been a complete accident, the work of the gods themselves. And he couldn’t be more thankful for that.

One accidental trip into the human world turned to two, two to four, four to eight and soon enough he found himself visiting the human world whenever he got the opportunity, just to see the pretty H/c ghoul who sat at the back of the class, each visit resulting in him falling more and more impossibly infatuated with her.

He had been 13 when they’d met, had been 14 when he’d finally realised his feelings for her, it took him half a year to finally confess to her, now the two were 15, sitting together on a rooftop in New Jersey, watching cars drive by as they held each other’s hand, chatting mindlessly.

“-And then you wanna know what she said?”

“What?” Deuce hummed.

Y/n paused.

“…I forgot.”

Deuce chuckled and gently removed his hand from hers, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“What?” She asked, looking at him.

He smiled softly, looking down at the human.

“Nothing, you’re just cute is all.” He hummed, gently rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

“Oh, so me forgetting stuff is cute now, is it?” Y/n snarked, smirking.

Deuce snorted. “You know what I meant.” He stated.

“Do I?”

“Do you?”

“I do.” She admitted quietly, gently pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaning her head against his side.

“Good.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

The two lovers sat there for a while, watching as the sun slowly set, the sky turning shades of pink and orange.

However, as a dark blue began to overtake the orange and pink Y/n suddenly straightened up, panic setting in as she saw the time on her watch.

“Crap!” She exclaimed “It’s getting late, I should be going.”

“Did you want me to walk you home?” Deuce offered, watching as the girl moved to gather her stuff.

“Uh- no, no it’s fine.” She stammered, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

“Are you sure? You seem stressed out.”

“I’m fine.” She stated, moving to climb down the roof, Deuce quickly following after.

“Y/n… What’s going on? Why are you so worried?” Deuce interrogated, gently grabbing her wrist.

“It’s nothing okay!” She snapped, pulling her arm away, before her eyes widened and she quickly softened “I-I just have to go… now.”

Deuce paused, narrowing his eyes as he thought of something before, he suddenly moved forward, interlinking their arms.

“Then I’ll join you.” He stated.

“Deuce- I said-”

“I know what you said Y/n, but I also worry about you so it’s either you tell me what’s going on, or I walk with you and figure it out myself.” Deuce interrupted.

“Fine.” She groaned “I hate you sometimes you know.” “You love me.” Deuce hummed “Now talk.”

She hesitated.

“My parents… they don’t really get on. They yell… a lot, pretty much all the time… sometimes it gets violent.” Y/n began her voice wavering “They yell about everything, money, us, cheating… my sisters and I have been hoping for years they’d get a divorce… it would be better for everyone that way.”

“Do they ever… do anything to you and your sisters?” Deuce asked quietly.

Y/n shook her head.

“Only when its really bad… and when they do I make sure that everything’s directed at me… Older sister things y’know?” Y/n said as the two walked down the dark street “I tend to make sure they don’t have to experience that.”

“You’re a good older sister.” Deuce murmured.

“I know.” Y/n hummed, glancing at the dark street names.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was happening?” Deuce asked.

“Why would I? All it would do is worry you.” She stated.

“I could’ve helped, you could’ve talked to me about how you were feeling, I could’ve stayed over when it got bad.” Deuce said.

Y/n snorted.

“Ah yes wonderful idea, ‘Hey mother, father, here’s my boyfriend of six months that I’m not supposed to have, who has dyed his hair bright green which you definitely do not approve of, but it’s okay because he’s constantly wearing a beanie no matter the weather so you can’t even see it and don’t worry, he’s just here to interfere with our personal family business.’ Great idea Deuce, that’ll go down swimmingly.” Y/n spoke sarcastically before pausing “Sorry that was mean.”

“It was just a suggestion.” “I know, I know and it’s sweet you care, shows you love me but… this is family stuff, I shouldn’t drag you into it.” She spoke “It’s not fair on you.”

“Fine.” Deuce spoke “But just promise me, you’ll call me when things get bad, so I can help you, we’re in this together okay?”

“I promise.” Y/n smiled, glancing up at him before stopping in front of a house “Uh- this is me.” “You want me to walk you in?” He offered.

She shook her head, glancing at the house, sounds of yelling echoing out.

“I’ll be fine.” She murmured “I’m used to it by now.” Y/n moved towards the door, Deuce watching from the driveway, however just as she’d reached it, two little girls ran out in tears.

“How bad is it?” Was all Y/n asked, wrapping her arms around the girls.

“Really bad.” The taller of the girls mumbled into Y/ns waist. Y/n paused, glancing at Deuce. “How about we get some ice cream and hot chocolate… I’m sure there’s a place that’s open.” Y/n suggested.

The girls nodded and Y/n gently grabbed their hands, bringing them over to Deuce.

“Deuce, we’re going to get ice cream and hot chocolate, did you want to come?” Y/n offered.

“I thought this was ‘family stuff’.” Deuce smirked.

“I know but you’re paying so you have to come.” Y/n retorted.

“Oh, am I now?” “Yup!” Y/n stuck her tongue out at him and rushed ahead, her sisters tailing behind.

Deuce shook his head before following after the human girl.

#g3 monster high #live action monster high #monster high g3 #deuce gorgon #deuce gorgon g3 #live action deuce gorgon #gorgon #deuce gorgon x reader #live action deuce gorgon x reader #requested

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We return to that movie that the crabs shall dance for when it is done, Prometheus.

This time, the movie decided it needed a zombie mutant in it for some reason. Content warning for half-hearted body horror and gore.

I’m sure maybe half of a person out there was wondering “Hey, what happened to Fifield the geologist?” Well, the crew certainly wasn’t wondering that. They’re quite surprised when his suit camera feed shows up right outside the ship. Janek says it “just popped up” but why the hell would it. Fifield didn’t turn it back on, that much is obvious. Did the plot flip the switch or something?

In any case, Fifield has taken up a new career since we last saw him. He is now a contortionist.

This confuses the nameless crew guy. This is a very weird way to announce your new hobby to your coworkers.

Seriously, like. This is just an extreme backbend. It was probably done with prosthetics since they needed a body for this guy later anyway, but there are people who can just do this. Look, here’s a woman named Anna McNulty, doing this exact pose. It’s way weirder-looking when the person’s in motion! Again: not scary, just weird!

Contortionists are a thing in horror movies and shows. The explanation given always boils down to “they look uncanny and inhuman when they pretzel themselves, thus they are scary.” That isn’t really the case.

It still takes acting ability to make contortionism scary. Combine that with unsettling effects and you can get something memorably spooky, even when the rest of the movie isn’t that great. Javier Botet’s performance in Mama (2013), for example, was enhanced by his own acting decisions, the costuming, CG, and also practical puppetry of his body so that he could be supported in positions that felt unnaturally weightless.

Even if you’re lacking good direction or acting skills, makeup can still put in a lot of work to get you something freaky. And this makeup is… not their best.

Not in terms of quality of workmanship, but in terms of the concept itself. The creature department made a whole bunch of draft sculpts that looked way more xeno-y. Those were rejected. Instead, he’s got a big lumpy head. He looks like he wandered out of The Hills Have Eyes: Part II.

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[Video description: A trailer for The Hills Have Eyes: Part II (1984). It’s complete schlock, and it’s got a big guy with a big prosthetic forehead in it, and he smashes people. There’s an off-brand Darth Vader breathing noise for some reason.]

Really, this design is straight out of a few sub-genres of horror I could mention: The Hills Have Eyes comes from cannibal and/or hillbilly horror (also called hixploitation), which often features deformed or mutated antagonists. Nuclear, infection, and chemical-scarred mutants are common lumpy monsters in horror, from 50s B-movies to Troma splatter films to modern “torture porn”. Video games tend to follow Resident Evil’s lead and make the lumpiest creatures zombies, while also making them WMD mutants and/or backwoods types, hello Marguerite and Jack Baker.

Obviously, Fifield’s been mutated by the black goo, adding to the list of things it’s capable of that the movie failed to set up before now. I will attempt to follow the ideas this may be attempting to throw at us, but I want it noted, this takes work.

This man has been exposed to a biochemical weapon, created by the Engineers. They were stockpiling that weapon here with the intent to use it on Earth. God decided rainbows aren’t a covenant anymore, time for Noah Part 2: Even Drownier.

But the Engineers are not gods in the christian sense, they aren’t all-powerful, and they are not beings that anyone would assert are omnibenevolent. They are another intelligent, social humanoid species with their own culture and morality. What moral standards do they have that produce a situation where an Engineer will look unsettled by a display of inter-human violence, but also intend to kill every human? Humans are in some ways their descendants. What would be the right thing to do if your children became murderers?

The movie doesn’t have to answer that, because there is no objectively right answer, but it also doesn’t present the issue very competently when it's having a mutant geologist pull wrestling moves.

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[Video description: A short compilation of Macho Man Randy Savage doing the double axe handle.]

The questions that FIfield’s current state actually brought to me were more like this:

What horror sub-genre are we in? Is this a pastiche? Is it being done on purpose?

The answers, as far as I can tell, are “all of them,” “yes,” and “I have no idea.” I still don’t know. This is too bizarre a series of decisions to feel unintentional, and yet it’s pulled off with so little grace that it also feels like it can’t be intentional. It is Schrodinger’s Script, suspended in a state of both “hack job” and “competent hack job” until someone observes the movie and forms an opinion.

Speaking of being observed: these crew members. Boy. They sure are here, aren’t they.

There’s seventeen crew on the Prometheus, and a movie with strong characterization will make it so you can remember that many people, even if their roles are small and unnamed. Fellowship of the Ring (2001) manages to outdo that, for example. Before I started writing this, I could remember less than half the people onboard Prometheus.

So, obviously these guys exist to get destroyed before the miniboss fight is over.

It isn’t even that much of a scene. Mutated Fifield jumps around and wails on guys, the guys freak out and accidentally kill at least one other guy, and then FIfield gets run over by the transport. When this was originally filmed, it was going to be placed slightly later and Shaw would be the one driving it, but that wouldn’t have improved this any, to be honest.

So, great. We have killed a few more cast members for some reason. It fails as horror, and it fails as bloodsport. Good job everyone.

Next time, the horror anthology continues with our host, the Crypt Keeper.

Oh, sorry, that’s not what happens–I meant to say: “Next time, Peter Weyland wakes up”.

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#Prometheus 2012 #Prometheus (2012)#I did not think I'd be making a Hills Have Eyes 2 reference as part of the Prometheus milieu #but the movie proved me wrong once again

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6 please. Not exactly angst, missed the headings on first glance. Don't know if I can give ideas,

Thinking of eddie getting a baby (we got given a bag of flour, some classes got eggs, not sure if it was done in 80s America; they're given actual dolls now, they're bloody freaky) from sex ed class to "learn responsibility". Phoning THE babysitter in a panic saying he's lost the baby and forgetting to mention that it's not an actual baby.

ahhh i'm finally getting to this!! i'm so sorry it took me so long! Thank you for being patient and thank you for not making me write angst 🖤 6: "i lost the baby"

As Steve entered through the front door of his home, he could already hear the phone ringing itself off the hook.

He grumbled about not being able to even take his shoes off before he was able to field a crisis, but still rushed over to the phone. He wasn't interested in letting it ring until it stopped, he never trusted that it would be possible for whoever was on the other end of the line to call back if it was an emergency. More than a few telemarketers had been privy to his urgent answer than he cared to admit.

"Harrington's," he rushed into the phone before it had reached his ear.

"Oh, Stevie," Eddie Munson panted. "I lost the baby and I don't know what to do."

Steve froze. This was the first he'd heard of anything to do with a baby, who would trust Eddie with a baby? He could barely be trusted to keep track of his own head and that was attached to the rest of his body. Surely the entire town knew now that if they needed a young adult man to look after a baby, Steve was the first person they should check in with? He loved babies and compared to the children he had experience heading, they'd probably be a walk in the park.

His second thought was sheer panic. A lost baby wasn't good in any circumstance. A lost baby in Hawkins, Indiana where monsters came out to play, was the worst of the circumstances.

"Okay, stay where you are. I'm coming." He didn't wait to hear Eddie's grateful reply. But just before he could slam the phone back into place on the wall he realised something.

"Wait, Eddie! Where are you?"

"At the school."

Steve hung up, suddenly thankful he hadn't had the time to take his shoes off. He could get to the school in thirteen minutes in a rush, he thought he could do it in eleven but he'd never had the opportunity to try. Missing a bit of first period had never seemed worth the test.

He supposed there was no better time to find out if he was right than in an emergency.

Ten minutes and forty-seven seconds later, he swerved into the Hawkins High parking lot. Eddie was bouncing from foot to foot and twisting his hands together in front of him. He kept glancing back and forth between the school and Steve's car.

The beemer was parked across three bays and left unlocked as Steve ran across the parking lot to meet with Eddie.

"Oh my god, Stevie, I owe you one, I cannot fail this class. I promised Wayne I'd be fine going back to school and, you know, everything and he'd gonna be so pissed if I flunk another year and, you know he won't say anything, but he'll be upset and I can't disappoint him any more than I already have and I--"

"Eddie!" Steve interrupted, still panting heavily from his short run and the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body. "Start at the beginning."

Eddie nodded sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, I can do that."

Steve knew that getting worked up wouldn't help the baby. It would be okay for one more minute while Eddie explained and they could come up with a plan of where to start rather than going in blind. It would be fine.

"So I got given one of those flower-baby things for home-ec. It's worth like 60% of my grade to keep this 'kid' 'alive'," he threw up air quote signs with his fingers.

Steve felt his vision start to cloud red. He knew he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but he was sure Eddie said what he thought he said.

"A flour baby?" Steve echoed, interrupting Eddie's monologue.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together. "Yeah? You know? You get a bag of flour and you have to draw a face on it, and put a little blue or pink hat on it. Treat it like a real child."

Steve could feel something bubbling in his chest. Anger.

He socked Eddie on the arm.

"Ow!" He furiously rubbed his arm where Steve hit him. "What did you do that for?

"You idiot," Steve hissed. "I thought you'd lost a real baby."

Eddie blinked. Then, arm forgotten about, he doubled over, clutching his stomach to laugh.

"You thought I had a real baby?" He wheezed.

Steve only barely restrained himself from hitting him again. "What was I supposed to think? You sounded really panicked!"

Eddie waved his hands in front of himself as he gulped in air through his titters. "I'm gonna fail home-ec!"

"Why the hell are you taking home-ec anyway? You can't cook."

"But I can sew," Eddie countered.

Steve just glared.

"Thank you for coming to my fake baby's rescue, Stevie. We really appreciate it. You're a good mom."

Steve flushed red. "Why would I be the one carrying it in this equation?"

Eddie smirked, reaching out to take Steve's waist in his hands. "Baby, have you seen these hips? Perfect for poppin' a kid or two out."

Steve batted his hands away. "Shut up."

"I'm serious. I think with a bit of effort--"

Steve clamped both of his hands over Eddie's mouth. "Shut. Up."

He felt Eddie smile under his palms then flinched away as he licked

"You're disgusting," He grumbled, turning swiftly on his heel to start marching towards his car.

Eddie had to do a weird little jog to keep up with him. "Come on, baby, don't be like that."

"I'll see you later."

Eddie grabbed his bicep to stop him in his tracks and spun him to look at him. He grabbed Steve's face in both his hands.

Steve tried to look around to see if anyone could see them, but the parking lot was as deserted as it was when he first arrived.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry for panicking you and I'm sorry for laughing at you," Eddie said gently, holding Steve's face completely still. "Will you please help me look for the fake baby we have together? So I don't fail another year of high school and so we can do something more fun tonight. I'll do anything you want."

A smile spread slowly over Steve's face. Eddie narrowed his eyes warily.

"Anything I want?" Steve asked coyly.

Eddie nodded slowly, finally dropping his hands back down to his sides. "Anything."

"Okay, let's find this stupid thing."

"That's no way to talk about your child, Stevie."

Steve shoved him but secretly felt very fond that Eddie would even think to fake adopt a fake baby with him.

"Are you going to tell me what I'll be doing?"

Steve shook his head. He leaned close enough so he could whisper. "You're just going to have to find out later, Daddy."

The sound of Eddie's desperate groan followed him into the school.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ask #anon #prompt fill #umm so the school isn't closed closed there's probably like a cleaner or something in there still but there's basically no one around #don't think about it too hard yeah?#we stay silly on this blog!

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One thing I will never understand about people who say they grew up with the OG MH g1 and loved it soooo much is how little they took away from it. And I don't just mean the message of being yourself and loving your freaky flaws and being kind to everyone else (Extreme side eye to everyone who called g3 Drac obese, was racist about g3 Lagoona, and is bitching that Catty is fat now). But like, as someone who grew up with g1, and we're talking, knew these dolls existed before they hit shelves (R.I.P. EverythingGirl.com), a huge thing I and a ton of the other weird freaky girls of the era, both in the targeted age range and older collectors wished would happened was that Mattel would go more into the monstrous sides/aspects of the characters. A little more dark humor in the webisodes or something akin to really, how g3 is now.

Like, I know nostalgia blinds people rose tinted glasses blah blah whatever but that is wild to me that some of the people now (Yeah, ik they prob don't watch any of g3 but still), don't like that aspect? Especially with Lagoona??? I'm sorry but even when I was like, 12 I thought Lagoona would be the perfect character to have as she is now. She's a sea monster so that's perfect when it comes to leaning into more of her monstrous attributes like scales and rows of sharp teeth, as well as like, the fact that while she is a main character, she isn't one of the main three, so they could let a lil more slide. Like in the live action when she was like "Do you want me to eat him?" And started roaring? Yes!!!! That is what I'm here for!!! The comments she's made in g3? Her mannerisms? Her always readiness to eat someone or fuck shit up? Yes!!!!! That's my girl!!!!!

No disrespect to g1 Lagoona but she was literally just the Australian surfer girl trope for the most part, I'm sorry. Like, she had cute dolls and was an alright character, but she came off a bit more bland.

(Then again I'm always a sucker for the scary monster girl that will eat you and cause terror and destruction but also turns out to be a secret hopeless romantic trope. Like, literally me fr. So I'm a bit biased.)

But Lagoona aside, regardless we have an series now where it actually talks about monster lore and we get slightly darker humor and there is an episode where Draculaura literally decomposes and this is the one people hate??? Do y'all not remember being weird 12 year old girls and wishing Mattel would have the balls to do this??? Couldn't be me.

(Also yeah there is something to be said about how shitty some of the g1 fans have been but I'll say that later.)

#monster high #draculaura #lagoona blue #clawdeen wolf #cleo de nile #frankie stein #monster high g3 #lagoona blue g3 #draculaura g3 #mh g3

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