#and needed my real human face on here for posterity

[isawken]

breaking news:

#me #pronouns she/him :o) #these are old but i’m going thru my camera roll realizing how few non-clown selfies i’ve taken over the past year #and needed my real human face on here for posterity #‘wait ken’ you say. ‘are u implying that the clown face is an inhuman one’ #well. i leave that up to you to decide ;o) #transmasc #genderqueer

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three

chapter four | suede. stalking. silly.

his pov;

"Your wanted poster."

Those three words settled in my mind as I stared at the distraught girl in front of me, watching as she fumbled with her hands, a nervous exterior brushing over her. She seemed to be so horrified with the fact that I was once a pirate sought after by thousands- wanted dead or alive, though much preferred dead. Many still wanted me dead but due to my brilliant idea of hiding out here, the chance of anyone getting my bounty was thin. I, however, didn't see it being as much of a big deal as she deemed it so. The real issue I found was tucked away in one of the books within the nightstand which I was so fucking thankful she didn't find. I'd rather her not have been looking around but if she were to find one of the two? I was glad she found the poster.

I tossed another slice of apple into my mouth then set the knife down on the cutting board. I approached Y/N but instantly halted when I noticed how nervous and uneasy she was. "What's wrong?"

"H-How many people did you kill?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Does that really matter?" I asked, waving my hands up in the air to hopefully exaggerate my point. "It was almost a year ago."

"That doesn't change the fact that it happened!"

"I know, I know." Despite her discomfort, I took a seat next to her anyway. She tightened her arms around herself, almost to make sure there was as much distance between us without her actually moving. Clenching my jaw, I patted my hands upon my thighs. "I know it's a terrible thing, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It's in the past and if I could go back and alter things, I would. Being a pirate was all I knew. My old friend was one, too. Then we separated onto different things and-"

"Did he kill people?"

"Lots of pirates kill people. It's part of the hype, ya know? It's very unlikely to raid another ship without there being any casualties. But I stopped because I got tired of it. I wanted something more."

"It's a pretty big bounty. I mean- come on, fifteen million berries?"

"Don't think about turning me in now," I chuckled, wanting to add a bit of lightheartedness to this unfortunate predicament.

"I'm not like that. I know I'm in need of money but-"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, come on. Give me some slack."

"Well, why exactly did you stop? Did you lose the thrill of stealing from others? O-Or did you get bored of killing innocent people?"

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "We've all done some shit we're ashamed of. We're humans. I did a lot of fucked up shit," I said as I pointed at myself. "But I changed that. I moved and let all that go. I left my crew, made someone else the captain, and abandoned ship. I left all of that shit behind and came here."

"But why?"

"If I say this, I'll probably make things worse but I don't want to lie anymore," I said as I laid back, folding my hands over my chest. I stared up at the ceiling. "You've obviously heard of the One Piece, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, I was one of those pirates absolutely obsessed with finding it. Fuck, I even dreamt about it. It was the only thing I truly desired in life. It was the only thing I thought about. Not riches, women, alcohol- just the One Piece. I was making somewhat decent progress but then I heard that a group of Straw Hats-" I grimaced at the thought. "-made off with the map which they stole from one of the Marine bases. I happened to track them down and I managed to steal the map from some kid named Monkey D. Luffy. But all good things must come to an end and I lost it. I was back to square one. And then I discovered his bounty was thirty million berries." I frowned then sat up, turning to face Y/N. "Can you believe that? Some newby pirate-wannabe received a bounty double my own! Seeing that brought me back to reality. So I dropped everything then came here."

"All because of him?"

I nodded my head. Just the thought of that kid irked me. There was no one, other than Shanks, who I despised more than my own self.

"So, yeah, I know what I did was fucked up. But there's a reason I'm here now. There's a reason I've given you so much. It's because I want to be a better person, maybe redeem myself for what I've done. And I can do that by helping you, by making your life a little less miserable."

"Do you pity me?" The girl asked, finally meeting my gaze.

"What?" I laughed, almost obnoxiously. "Of course not. If anything, I envy you."

"Me?" Y/N pointed at herself. "You envy me?"

"You have no bad conscience. You've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to make up for. You have a clean slate."

She shrugged, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Thank you."

"So, uh, do you hate me now?" I asked, forcing a frown to mimic a pouting child. She giggled at this and shook her head. I sighed in relief, wiping 'sweat' from my forehead. "Thank god. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you hated me."

"I knew you were a pirate but it's still shocking to learn about your past. It'll take me a bit to get used to it but I don't hate you."

"So, we're good?" I extended my hand.

"We're good." She shook it.

I felt as if a huge relief was lifted off my shoulders. And as long as she stayed out of the nightstand, there would be no more issues. But if I hid the book, then I would be even more safe. I pondered the possibilities before I watched as she rose from the confines of the bed and approached the counter. My eyes trailed down. The backs of her thighs were exposed and the shorts clung to her ass so divinely. I bit my lip and crossed my leg over my lap.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me," She mumbled as she started to chew on an apple, then began to cut into an orange. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Go ahead, shoot." As soon as she turned around, my eyes met hers and I smiled.

"Are devil fruits real? Or is that just an old tale? I've never seen one up close and I heard they cost a fortune, even for just one alone."

"They're real," I said with a small laugh. "I would know, I've eaten one."

Y/N nearly jumped before she darted over toward me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. She still had a slice of half-chewed apple in her mouth which made her struggle to properly speak. "WHAT? You- NO! You didn't?!" She let go of my arms and instead planted her hands on my chest, shoving me back. I collapsed back against the bed, laughing. "You ate one?!"

"Years ago, when I was fifteen."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not. It was a mistake actually."

"What happened?"

I chuckled and pushed myself back up. "Give me an orange and I'll tell you."

If my reflexes weren't so quick, the fruit would've hit me in the face with how quick she threw it. But I caught it and began to pick apart the peel. "Easy, next time," I smirked and took a bite from it. "Well, when I was younger and was a pirate-in-training, the crew I was in raided this ginormous ship and hit the motherload. Not only gold and jewels and anything you could think of, but there was also a devil fruit. I found out how much they were worth and tried to steal it but I was caught in a predicament and I tried to hide it in my mouth."

"And?"

"I swallowed it whole."

She gasped, "And you're alive?"

"It doesn't kill you. It just takes your ability to swim when you're in the ocean, in salt water. It's like the sea turned its back on you."

"Did you get a power from it?"

I shrugged and winked at her, taking another bite. I licked the juices from my hand. "Guess."

"You can fly?"

"Ha! Nope."

"Read minds?"

"It's body-altering."

"Wait," The lovely maiden smirked, taking a seat on the bed. "Did it give you that red nose?" She snickered.

"Guess again," I said flatly, my expression turning cold as I stared at her. She gulped, clenching her jaw. I laughed and looked down at my lap, now using one hand to hold the orange. I continued to chew on it. But while she was distracted with her numerous attempts to guess what kind of body-altering power I had, I detached my left hand at the wrist. It floated behind the both of us and tapped on her right shoulder. Y/N jumped up, her head shooting to look at her side. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed together before she spotted my floating hand waving at her. She gasped and slapped it away. I broke out into a fit of laughter, my hand reconnecting to my wrist. "Impressive, huh?"

"You- what?" She was still flabbergasted.

"I ate the chop-chop fruit. It allows me to pretty much chop any part of my body. Like I can-" To avoid grossing her out, I chopped my left leg from my thigh instead of my head from my neck. She watched in amazement. I smiled at this. "I can disconnect anything from my body from my toes to my ears to my-"

"Even... ya know?"

I winked. "Oh, yeah. That, too."

"That's so cool. How come you haven't done it before around me?"

"I don't know. I just never found a reason to." Shrugging my shoulders, I allowed my leg to snap back. I continued to chew on the orange before finishing it and tossing the peel into a small bin to the left of the bedside table. Y/N finished hers as well. She wiped her hands down on her shirt.

"So, uh," I chewed on my bottom lip. "Do you think you and your mother will be okay?"

"Yeah. We fight all the time. Her drinking doesn't help."

I cringed. "Really?"

"Yeah, she's one of the reasons I hate it so much."

I pursed my lips and nodded my head. I knew I needed to cut back on it but it was something I've done for well over more than half my life. Though, I was destined to do it. Not only for myself, but for her, too. I'd do anything for Y/N. "So," I began, "what do you want to do today?"

"I need to go make up with my mother. That's a big to-do. I can't stand her ever being upset with me." The girl said as she stood up, slipping her shoes back onto her feet. "We can have dinner tonight if you want. Maybe you could meet her."

"Meet your mom?"

"Yeah, why not? She was wondering where all that money came from. She thought I stole it."

"Hell, I don't know. I'm not good with meeting new people."

"Will you, at least, consider it?"

"Sure," I smirked.

"Thank you." Y/N reached for the doorknob, giving it a strong and firm tug before it yanked open. A gush of cold wind washed over her, almost knocking her back. I tossed her my coat to which she whispered another 'thank you' then slipped it on. "I'll see you, Buggy."

"Bye," I murmured with a smile.

As soon as the door shut, I jumped down from the bed and pulled the drawer out from the nightstand, dropping it on the stone floor. I sorted through the numerous books and grabbed the novel I was so fucking thankful she didn't look through. As I opened the cover, the hollowed book had contents that almost spilled out. Papers among papers, among sketches fell out, wafting along the floor. Several notes about Y/N puddled on the floor. One, which was my favorite, was a letter I wrote to her- well, I refused to send it. If I sent it, any last fiber of my confidence would be crushed like a scrambled egg. My fingers lined the rigid edges as I unfolded it.

Messy paragraphs lined both the front and back of the page.

I smiled. How long ago did I write this? I haven't looked at it in so long. I usually added a sentence to it each time I saw Y/N, which is why it was so long. But I stopped pouring my thoughts and desires into it when I actually had the pleasure of speaking to her.

If she saw this, I would kill myself.

I'd purposely jump into the ocean with two anchors attached to my feet.

I looked over the first paragraph,

'I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat.'

I grimaced, cringing at what I was reading. Thank god, she didn't see this. I didn't even want to see this.

I tucked the papers back into the hollowed-out book, closing it. I slipped the other novels into the drawer then slid it into the nightstand. With the book of secrets, I needed to hide it somewhere she could never find it- where even I struggled to find it. I didn't want to throw it out for I would be completely discarding all of those moments we had together, although she couldn't reconcile them with me because at that time, I was nonexistent to her.

Maybe I could follow my own idea and form my own message in a bottle. I never mentioned her name, nor my own. To an outsider's perspective, it was anonymous.

I shook my head and slipped the book back into the bedside table. She wouldn't be back anytime soon so I had enough time to properly execute a fool-proof plan.

But right now?

I needed to go get another coat.

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her pov;

My mother and I resolved things, just like always. And when she caught wind of a pirate suddenly becoming very fond of me, she begged me to invite him over for dinner. I didn’t think that was the best of ideas. Going out to dinner? Sure! But to have him over? At our house? I cringed at the idea.

She fell ill months ago. Nothing too major, but ever since she’s gotten better, she despises leaving the house and even made me bring her bed downstairs so she could sleep next to the kitchen just in case she had a hankering for something to eat. It was ridiculous, I knew that. But I couldn’t just tell her no. She was my own mother. While I was old enough, I definitely wasn't going to willingly disobey her.

She persisted that I go and grab Buggy so we could have him over for dinner, while I insisted we all go out to eat. She hated the idea and told me that it was her house, her rules.

I grimaced at the thought.

Now, I was just outside Buggy's home, knocking on the stone door. I hoped he was home, though there was no possibility of me being able to ask him prior to my arrival. I knew he was busy. He was a very busy man. I was surprised he made time for me.

With another knock, another silence fell. I groaned and backed up.

My eyes trailing down, I stared at the doorknob and chewed on my bottom lip. He wouldn't care if I waited inside, right? We trusted each other. He knew where I lived and I knew where he lived. As far as I knew, he never crossed any of my boundaries and I definitely didn't cross any of his- well, except for maybe 'snooping' through his nightstand.

Without thinking too much more about it, I grabbed the rusted doorknob, gave it a firm twist, then shoved it open. I almost fell through the doorway.

I caught my balance and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Without the lantern being lit, it was rather dark, but the bright blue sky helped to illuminate the small room. He must've not been home since I left.

I looked around, admiring everything.

As I took a seat on the edge of the bed, I noticed a piece of paper laying on the floor. It wasn't there before.

I raised an eyebrow and reached to grab it but before I could, the door flung open, a certain blue-haired pirate standing in the entrance. When he noticed me, he smirked. I gulped.

"So, we're breaking and entering, are we?" The man grinned as he took a few paces forward.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, scratching the back of my neck. "I came over to ask you about dinner but you weren't here so I figured I would wait."

"No worries, I'm only teasing."

"So?" I folded my arms, leaning forwards.

"So what?" Buggy questioned as he slipped his coat off. Since when did he get a new coat? And why? I was only borrowing the one he lent me. I didn't plan on keeping it. But I guess now it was okay if I did.

"Dinner? Are you available?"

"Hmm, it depends. What time?"

"I don't know, sometime tonight? Only for two hours or so. My mother wanted to meet you. I told her about you."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you've been a friend of mine for a few weeks now and you've been fortunate enough to treat me and help me out," I said with a smile. "She thought you were my boyfriend." I chuckled.

"Heh, that's rich," Buggy said as he turned around to close the door.

"So? Can you?"

"I guess so. Just don't leave me alone with her. I really don't want to be bombarded with questions." The man said as he folded the jacket over his arm then slung it on the countertop. "Did you tell her about my nose?"

I laughed, confused. "No? Why would I?"

"It's my defining feature. It's hard not to notice it when you see me."

"I didn't tell her. I didn't think it was important. I even forget it's there."

The clown burst out in laughter, his eyes closing as he clutched his stomach and nearly fell back with his fit of giggles. I pursed my lips. "What's so funny?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"It's cute how you're trying to be nice to me. With a nose like mine, how can you forget it's there?" He replied while wiping a tear from his eye.

I felt flustered with the first part of his monologue but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just do. It's not all I see whenever I look at you, ya know. It's not my main focus point when we speak. I look at your eyes, not your nose."

"And yet again, you prove to me that you're different than others."

I smiled. "Hope that's a good thing."

Buggy smirked, winking his left eye. "Of course it is."

The pirated approached me before he knelt down and picked up the piece of paper. He examined it for a moment then laughed to himself. "Grocery list," He explained as he shoved the paper into his pocket.

I paid no attention to the paper. It wasn't any of my business. "Speaking of groceries, want to go help me get food for dinner?"

"What's on the menu?"

"No idea, but let's just grab something so she won't be bitching later."

"Guess I'll be needing this again," The blue-haired man said as he reached to grab his jacket. He slipped his arms through and adjusted the collar. "We match now."

"Mine's more vintage than yours." I winked.

"Oh, so it's yours now?"

"No?" I gulped.

Buggy giggled. "It is. I got my own now so no worries about giving it back. Unless you'd like to trade from time to time."

"No, I like this one."

The man looked at me, an eyebrow cocked upward.

I paid his look no attention and instead looked down at the tattered suede coat I wore. I inhaled softly. It smelled like him.

A soft odor mixed with whiskey, coconut, and cinnamon. And while I hated the stench of alcohol, it worked for him.

I couldn't imagine him without it.

#buggy the clown #buggy the genius jester #buggy x reader #captain buggy #one piece live action #buggy smut #buggy one piece #op buggy #buggy #x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #one piece buggy #buggy opla

[madfantasy]

To fan art and fiction enjoyers:

Please excuse my rage slipping if it happened over having to address this literal mediocrity of a subject in comparison to endless things that actually matters in real life. Because this would be at the scrapping bottom of it, but since the occasion presented itself, here we are:

Do you know there are some, let's say, manners, being in fandoms, and/or in using social media in general? NOOO? 8U

Well, Lets start somewhere!

Like it or not, YOU NEED TO ACTUALLY READ STUFF PEOPLE WRITE. Before you follow, before you comment, before you interact, because if you come across something you don't like, or you started to assume things— that's a you problem and not the fault of the poster.

If you DO NOT enjoy a character, a pair of ship, or a certain head cannon, filter the tag it's used for, Google has free tutorials on how. Most social media have these settings and most decent posters tag their posts correctly. If you keep seeing that pair, you can block the people who create it. You are free to do so ofc but WHY WOULD U come on main and air that out? Personally I find it so bizarre and it could show the type of person you are to other people — a toxic company over fictional substance — and I'd say that is not a flex, more like showing your dirty nappy in public. Those characters you love are not real and so not effected by your high ground stance, but actual humans that share you that love notice and get that impression, and it's a weird one. You SHOULD, of course, set your boundaries, and usually where that is be in your profile, on your bio or a pinned post.

Loving bizarre, villainous, creepy concepts DOES NOT EQUAL morality, nor loving good sunshine and flowers does. It's what a person does in real life what counts, not what they consume in entertainment. In fact, it is not a sign of a good person those who be shaming humans who like different fictional concepts. Or when someone keeps using ai generators knowing full well it's based on constant data theft of all sort of human creators across generations and can not exist without the continuance of this theft. Or those supporting creators that they know did irl crimes. Or those who are Policing what's can and cannot go into fiction as if the fickleness of preference have never let alot of things survive its judgement. And I can go on with the miniature examples. You are forgiven if you did not know before, some people learn through experience, but not anymore when you continue this behaviour. And maybe if you can't differentiate between reality and fiction, and what's more important than what, maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't be consuming fiction.

DO NOT POST WHAT YOU DID NOT CREATE. Do you like it when people keep posting your selfies that you only ment to share for funsies and what not? Isn't worse if you did not post that selfie in the first place or never wanted it to be used like that? It's the SAME FOR ART. This is the artists work just as much as your face is yours. Social media at the baseline is about who ever the poster is, their posts are theirs. So you posting an artist's drawing, with no permission, no credit to them, no nothing, is not allowed and people can report that. Don't be an ignorant thick fig and play the victim when schooled like this precious dear\s .Reposters disconnect so many content from their creators and this is how alot of beautiful things in life die, by simply not knowing they are loved, shoved into the over consumption machine..

And lastly, You don't have anything nice to say to OP? Don't say anything! It's not your misguided duty to educate people on how embarrassingly self centered you are, it's okay to be a basic #&★— I promise. It okay to feel out of place in a niche that doesn't concern you. It's okay to realise other people have different perspectives of the fiction work you enjoy. You can sit down.

And I'd like to add, Mani is a safe space for au and ships even if I don't like em, cuz they are only FICTION and will remain FICTION no matter how much I loved them or hated them.

Good day, dears🍀

#text #im probably blabing but i felt its needed #Severus Snape #fiction

[sandrockianblues]

Got hcs of Logan slowly building his relationship with the builder after their first encounter? :3

Logan? 🥰

🤍Logan🤍

Just like his adoptive son, Logan fell first.

Very strong denial about it but whatever.

Haru likes to speculate that it was destiny when Logan watched the train the builder was on pass the bridge. Like normally, he never cared too much, but he just watched this one time.

Logan denies it to this day.

But what he can’t deny is that after a certain incident that caused him to flee out of town in the early hours on Rambo- catching the gaze of the builder was far more startling than a certain explosion

Y’all may be like “but Siren- the builder’s been simping from the very start?” “Siren, what about the builder fawning over the WANTED posters?” “Siren, don’t forget about that certain bit of dialogue you can say”

SHHHHHHHHHHHH

That was all just attraction based in my books

Before the builder actually gets to know Logan.

So how may Logan be the one at the precipice of tipping you may ask?

Going off that notion “the eyes are the window to the soul.”

And whose eyes did he meet?

The builder’s.

Did he fall in love right there? No. But it left this raw feeling in him like he just knew he’d someday be exposed before their eyes and made human once more.

Fighting the builder gives Logan a sort of thrill. Like, it was a means of survival before, but now? It’s this rush and boost of adrenaline. It’s a certain kind of fun he hasn’t had in quite a while. And after their first battle? Under all the dire reasons for it to have occurred before? He wants to go again.

Skipping past the spoiler stuff-

And building off assumption bc we in early access folks

He takes a bit to reacquaint himself with Sandrock once more. While he could probably let go of the uneasiness he feels that resides in him and just pretend nothing ever change- it’d be a lie.

These people, his neighbors and friends, believed in him at first but quickly changed their tune. They let doubt cloud their minds. They turned against him. And he can’t just forget about that. He’s not sure who he can exactly trust now outside of Haru and Andy. He feels like he’s walking on eggshells.

But then the builder is there. And they’re new and fresh faced. They’re a change of air and Logan feels drawn towards them. Like, he doesn’t have to plead for forgiveness for them because they met him at his worst and he can only go up from there.

And everyone in Sandrock, he feels either betrayed him or he disappointed them.

So if he’s not with his express adopted child or his co-dad, he’s finding himself trying to capture the builder’s attention.

Need help carrying that? He can do it. Can’t reach that? He can! Forgot the rickety ladder? Logan can lift the builder up.

Requests commissions even if they’re far too simple for the builder to make. It’s a wonder why they’re the ones that snatch his requests up and not Mi-An- but he’s certainly not complaining, that’s the whole reason they’re up there.

He doesn’t realize he’s falling in love with them until Haru makes it clear that he’s got competition (bc let’s be real- builder was racking up relationship hearts with others before they could properly meet)

Jealous cowboy, anyone?

Like his adoptive son, he’s not afraid to take his time in waiting for them.

He just wants to establish that he’s there for them and to at least consider him. If they’re going to open their hearts to anyone, then let him please be on the list of potential candidates.

Logan’s never had a love language before or was really shown one (tho I hc him and Heidi being friendly exes who dated when they were young).

At first, he commissions a lot of weak weapons. Even the builder is confused about it because like, if anyone knows the strength of a weapon, it’d be the monster hunter right???

But then again, the weapons keep breaking and if the weapon breaks… then Logan gets to see the builder again for a valid reason, right? ( @paofia I see what u we’re doing here)

It’s not until Haru AND Andy are like “buddy- maybe you shouldn’t be wasting your money on pointless commissions?”

He ignores them and continues

Doesn’t stop until even the builder is so concerned and a little fed up that they build him really strong weapons for free and dump them in his arms telling him to stop breaking his shit

Logan_the_bandit.exe has stopped working.

His soul has left his body.

His heart? Irrevocably gone.

Big bad ass over here is simping and melting

The builder looks even cuter when they’re frustrated with him. He could just die.

Fine. He won’t do anymore dumb commissions.

He’ll just post bounties but plot twist! There’s a fine print

“Partnered task. Just need an extra hand.”

Peach, he loves fighting by their side. He quickly adapts to their rhythm and speed. Knows when to trade covering them to dealing the blows.

Monster killed! Time to reap the benefits and-

Oh no.

No no no no no no-

He thought it was just with the grease and grime of building, or or or when they came out from mining but

Oh no, oh peaCH, HE’S FUCKED.

There’s a little cut here, a little blood there, their hair is wild and caught up in the wind. And the way they hold their weapon???

Builder best fucking know CPR because Logan’s heart just gave out.

Death by: fatal attraction.

Logan is all cool and collected on the outside with his country drawl and spinning pistol, but inside he’s like, “I’d have to throw myself off this cliff if I drop this twirling pistol in my hand rn. I’d rather get hit by a train than embarrass myself in front of them.”

Andy being a lovable little shit and an absolute wingman but shoving into the builder’s legs and all that to push them into Logan.

Haru springs random moments for his pal by telling them Logan needed their help

Cue Logan having to quickly construct a lie because he was not prepared for this.

But taking that first step with Logan can go one of two ways:

He finally works up the courage to ask you out and appears far calmer and cool than he is on the inside

Or the builder snaps and does it instead

But one thing is certain: it’s fairly easy to see Logan blushing because of his complexion and white hair

Even if he wears his mask, his ears give him away too

I feel like Logan has a long running issue with love though and fears truly being with someone because of his mother leaving his father.

So the builder and him will have to slowly work through that.

Like Owen, Logan has a penchant for old fashioned nicknames.

Darling, doll, sweetheart, etc

It’s just what he vibes with and feels compelled to call his builder

Logan also grew up caring for people and once the builder is his, that’s it, they can’t escape his care and affection.

The man is touched-starved and Haru has long since gotten sick of his buddy hanging off him when he was bored or clapping him hard on the back after a job well done

But Logan treats the builder with so much affection and is afraid to break them almost. Afraid to scare them off

He’s been feared for awhile now and he doesn’t want that with them

So he fine tunes himself to be better and treat them with so much love and care

It actually helps quell his fears significantly when time grows closer to him becoming a father. Andy could handle his roughness and strength, but Logan worried so much about hurting the kid.

Having the builder be his and letting him touch them has helped Logan significantly.

One of his favorite sleeping positions- if they let him- is with his head on their chest. There’s something so incredibly intimate and beautiful to him about being able to feel and listen to his builder’s heartbeat when he goes to sleep and when he wakes up.

The same goes for when he sidles up behind them and wraps them in a hug, sliding a hand up to rest against above their heart just to feel it. Sometimes he does it on a bad day, sometimes he does it just because.

The only thing Logan plans in life is for his builder. Birthday coming up? He’s thinking of a thousand and one things to do. They’re having a bad day? He’s got a contingency plan for this, hold up-

If the builder wears his hat, he’ll die on the spot, it never gets old.

The prospect of traveling with them seems to excite Logan because he’s never really left the desert. But it also comes with safety precautions such as having to change his attire and letting his hair down, sometimes sadly limiting his speech around large groups of people- all because a lot of people in the Free Cities know of Sandrock’s infamous handsome bandit, but not a lot care that he’s a good man who has cleared his name somewhat. Judgment doesn’t cease to exist, afterall.

He will propose. Regardless of if the builder beats him to it or not. He will do it. It’s something he needs to do for not only them, but also himself. It’s how he finally lets go of his fear long instilled from his mother leaving both him and his father.

It’ll happen, but give him time. Never push him or question his love for the builder. It’s unyielding, undying, the strongest part about him. But he still needs time to let go of that pain and fear too.

Logan’s love for the builder is indestructible and something of great might. He’s fought countless monsters, but he couldn’t keep himself from losing to his own feelings for them. And he’s glad he lost this one battle.

Also, them speaking in his country accent, sarcastic or not, he still somehow swoons for them. Someone help this man.

#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #pathea #mtas logan #sandrock builder #mtas builder #Mtas asks #anon ask #Sandrock ask #Logan the bandit #Sandrock Logan #Sandrock owen #Mtas owen #Sandrock Andy #Mtas Andy #Sandrock haru #Mtas haru #long post #so sorry #but it’s Logan #I had to

[spaceoddball1969]

Teach Me - Part 2 (18+)

Hey there all! It has been a minute and I apologize. I had a really fucked up end of my semester and did not have the brain capacity to work on this fic. I will be trying to update this a bit more often from now on but honestly no promises. Also happy holidays! Whatever you celebrate this time of year, I hope you have had a good holiday season and enjoy this little gift of mine to you! Also

PLOT SUMMARY: The reader and Eddie begin to develop their relationship. The reader has a choir concert coming up with her students and Eddie might just feel the need to go to it??? Also like some seriously sexy things may or may not happen in this chapter. They most definitely are going to happen so if you’re under 18 you gotta get the heck out of here. Sorry, but please leave. This is going to be fluffy and smutty and just sappy because damn after the shit I experienced these last few weeks I really need something sappy to restore my faith in humanity. Also please excuse any typos - it’s late.

WARNINGS: Smut, penetrative sex, nipple play, aftercare, fluff, making out. 18+

It had been three weeks since I had stayed at Eddie’s after the Hellfire Club meeting. We had been casually seeing each other in that time, but it had mostly been quick coffees or rushed lunches during my break at the school. My work was keeping me busy as we were getting ready for our first choir concert at the high school. It was a musical theater cabaret show and I eager to show off how talented my students were to the school community. I was honestly doing fine in terms of anxiety until I was having lunch with Eddie in my office one day and he happened to notice the promotional poster I had made for the concert sitting on my desk.

“What’s this?” he asked, picking it up.

“The poster for the choir concert next week,” I said, shoveling a bite of my sandwich into my mouth.

“You have a choir concert next week?” he asked, setting the poster down.

“Yeah, it’s Thursday,” I said.

“And you didn’t tell me about it?” Eddie asked, picking at the chips in the bag he had bought from the vending machine.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come,” I said. “It’s just a high school choir concert,”

“But it’s your high school choir concert,” Eddie said, crunching on a chip.

“You really want to come?” I asked, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Besides, isn’t Henderson in your choir?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So I’ll come support him. But really, I’d love to see you up there directing those little knuckleheads,” Eddie smirked.

“Ok,” I said, “it’s at seven next Thursday,”

“I’ll be there,” he said.

That was when the real anxiety set in. Even though I knew Eddie didn’t know the first thing about choral conducting, I still felt self conscious about being up there on stage for him to observe for an entire concert. I spent all of Thursday afternoon after school running through the set in my head, practicing the conducting patterns to myself, and working on the piano accompaniment for the student’s solo performances. I spent far too much time re-thinking through my outfit. I knew that I would not have the time to go to my apartment to change between when school ended and when I needed to be back for the concert, so I had packed my concert clothes that morning. I had decided on a black turtle neck with a black pencil skirt and patent leather heals with sheer black tights. I hoped it would look ok but now I was not so certain.

Once I had finished my planning for my other classes, I double checked the stage to make sure all of our equipment was in the right place and then I went to hide in my office until the students showed up.

They arrived at six and we walked through some of the staging and then I led them through vocal warm-ups. Once we were finished, I set them loose to get water and go to the bathroom before they got in their places on stage. As I stood from the piano, Dustin Henderson approached me with a wild grin on his face. He looked sharp, dressed in all black with a green bow tie. The kid was very quickly becoming my favorite student.

“Eddie’s gonna come tonight,” he said to me with a toothy grin. “Did he tell you?’

“Yeah,” I said. “He let me know last week that he’d be here tonight,”

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it,” Dustin said. “I think he was really excited about it,”

“That’s sweet,” I said. “I’m glad he’s excited,”

Despite having spent time outside of school with Dustin I still did not totally know how I should be interacting with him. He was one of my best students and I definitely favored him, but I couldn’t let the others know that. I also wasn’t too keen to be discussing my love life with a seventeen year old boy.

“Ok, go get some water and get in place,” I said. “I’ll see you out there,”

Dustin nodded and then strode off to get settled for the concert. I gathered my music folder from my office and then followed my students out to the auditorium. Just as I was about to step through the doorway to the backstage area of the auditorium, I saw a tall figure rushing down the hallway. I turned to get a better look at who it was and saw Eddie Munson wearing dark blue jeans and a worn out red button down. He looked flustered but he froze when he saw me standing there.

“Wow,” he said. “You look incredible,”

“I have to go conduct a concert,” I said, awkwardly.

“I better go find a seat,” he said.

I watched him rush into the auditorium before I stepped backstage. My students were already in their places for their first song on the risers. I took one long look at them before stepping on stage and I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with how much I loved them.

The concert went off without a hitch. The ensemble numbers sounded better than I had ever heard them. The soloists ate it up as their friends and families cheered them on. By the end of the show I felt like I was floating on air. 

I let the students and the audience clear out first and then I followed them into the choir room. My students and I started cheering in excitement. A few of them even hugged me and I couldn’t help but squeeze them back. After a few minutes of congratulations, I retreated to my office to collect my things and to have a minute to myself. Most of the students had cleared out once they had gathered their things. There was only one or two stragglers.

“Eddie’s out there,” I heard a voice call into my office. I looked up and saw Dustin standing in my doorway. “I already saw him, he said he was going to wait out there for you,”

“Send him in when you step out,” I said. 

“Will do,” Dustin said, saluting me.

As the last few students left, Eddie stepped into the choir room. He peaked his head into my office with a wicked grin on his face.

“Ok so you’re awesome yeah?” he said as he stepped into my office.

“It’s the students,” I said. “They did so well tonight.”

“Yeah but they’re only able to do so well because of what you teach them,” he said, stepping closer to me. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and pulled me against him. “Seriously, you’re amazing,”

“Thank you,” I smiled.

Eddie returned my smile and dipped his head lower to press a soft kiss to my lips. We hadn’t been very physical since our first night together and it took everything in me not to completely lose myself in this kiss.

“Wanna go out and celebrate?” he asked.

“Oh, I’d love to but I am so drained,” I said, resting my forehead on his chest. 

“Then let’s go back to my place,” he said. “We can have a drink, you could stay over if you want.”

“I guess I could do that,” I said. “Yeah that sounds great. Can we get food or something though? I didn’t eat dinner and I am starving,”

“I will get you anything that you want,” Eddie smiled.

“Pizza?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, pressing another kiss to my lips.

“Let’s go,” I said.

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Eddie gave me his key to the store so I could let myself in while he got the pizza for us. I wandered up to his apartment and set my things down before I made my way back down to the store. I awkwardly looked around the store as I waited for Eddie to get back. I had just started looking through a stack of used vinyls behind the counter when I heard the bell go off and saw Eddie walking through the door. 

“Food has arrived,” Eddie smiled as he locked the door behind him. “You can bring some of those upstairs if you want to. I’ve been meaning to give them a listen to make sure they aren’t too beat up to sell,”

I picked out a couple records and followed Eddie up the stairs to his apartment. While Eddie got out plates for our pizza and beer for each of us, I sorted through the stack of albums I had brought up. At the bottom of the stack there was a record I had not realized I had picked up. It was a greatest hits collection of Elvis Presley tunes. I smiled happily at the record and hoped to God that it wasn’t too scratched up by its previous owner.

When the lyrics of “Heartbreak Hotel” popped out of the speaker, I heard Eddie call my name from the kitchen.

“Did you really just put on Elvis?” he asked.

“Yes?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” Eddie said, handing me a plate. “I just didn’t expect it,”

“I was raised on Elvis,” I said. “My dad loves him,”

“Yeah my mom was a big fan,” Eddie said, leading me to the living room. “God, I haven’t listened to his music in ages,”

“I didn’t realize I had grabbed the record from downstairs,” I said. “It was in the bottom of the stack,”

“Well, I’m glad you grabbed it,” Eddie said as he sat down.

I sat down with him and within seconds was devouring my pizza. I relished in the taste of the food. I also was very much enjoying the heat that I could feel radiating off of Eddie next to me. He looked remarkably handsome in his black jeans and red button down. His hair was absolutely wild tonight and there seemed to be a gleam to his eye.

I was content to sit and talk and eat pizza and listen to Elvis for the rest of the night, but then a particular song came on the speaker. The opening horns of “Trouble” blared through the room and Eddie jumped up from the couch. He immediately launched into a full on performance of the song. I couldn’t help but laugh as Eddie tossed himself around the room, using his beer bottle as a microphone. By the second verse, Eddie was pulling me up by my hands and dragging me into his performance. He held me close as I laughed at his silliness. 

But then that gleam reappeared in Eddie’s eyes and I felt my heart start to beat faster. I let Eddie pull me tight against him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His eyes were locked on mine as he pressed a firm kiss to my lips. Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, holding close to him as he deepened the kiss. I was getting lost in it just as the beat picked up in the song.

The change in the music shocked me and I jumped away from Eddie. We both stared at each other for a moment and then I started collecting our empty plates.

“We better get these cleaned up,” I said and rushed into the kitchen.

By the time I had the plug in the sink and the soap bubbling up, the next song on the record had started playing.

I heard him before I felt him. Soft footsteps approached me and then I felt one of his arms gently wrap around my waist from behind me. He used his other hand to brush the hair away from my neck and then placed a soft kiss agaisnt my sensitive skin.

“I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry if that was too much,” 

I sighed and rested my hand over his on my waist. “It’s ok,” I said. “I didn’t mean to run away. I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to be with you. I just don’t want to rush into anything and I don’t always feel like I am in control of myself when I’m with you,”

“Would that be so bad?” Eddie asked, kissing my neck again. “Would it be all that bad if you let yourself go a little?”

“The last time I did that I got screwed over,” I said. “I let him have every part of me and he left without even looking back,”

“Can you turn around?” Eddie asked. I did as I was asked. Eddie stroked both sides of my face gently with his hands and then rested them on either side of me on the counter so that I was caged within his arms. “I’m not going to do that to you,”

“How can you possibly know that?” I asked.

“Because I would have to be crazy to even think about leaving you,” Eddie said. “I know we haven’t known each other all that long, but I feel a real connection with you. And I want to work on it. I want to build it. I want you to trust me,”

“I do trust you,” I said.

“Ok,” Eddie said. And then he looked back at the record player in the living room.”Don’t” had started playing. “Then dance with me,”

“What?” I asked.

“Dance with me,” Eddie repeated. “Come here,”

I let Eddie intertwine our fingers and wrap an arm around my waist. He pulled me away from the counter and we began to sway around the kitchen. 

“I know you don’t believe me when I say that I’m not going to hurt you,” Eddie said, “but I really mean it. I’m sorry that your last boyfriend ran off, but I’m not going to do that. I’m here to stay and you’re going to have to live with that,”

I looked up at Eddie and locked my eyes on his. He didn’t look away. He didn’t even think about it. I felt a sensation that I couldn’t explain taking over me. I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry, maybe both. All I knew was I was standing in the arms of an incredible man who was telling me everything that I needed to hear. And better yet, I believed him.

I pushed myself up onto my tip toes and pressed my lips to Eddie’s, letting myself get caught up in the feeling of our connection. He pulled me against him and kissed me over and over. I couldn’t stop kissing him back. It was an overwhelming feeling that I didn’t want to let go of. 

I heard the record stop playing and figured me we must be at the end of the first side. Eddie pulled away from me and hurried off to take the record off the stereo. 

“So, uh,” Eddie stumbled. “Uh, that was really nice,”

“Yeah it was,” I said, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks.

He looked down at the floor for a moment and fiddled with his hair.

“Eddie?” I asked.

“Yeah?” he said, lifting his head up.

“Would you please come back over here?” I asked.

Eddie smiled and within seconds I was back in his arms. He began to kiss me again, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up just a few inches off the floor. I giggled and held on tightly to him. “Can we take this out of the kitchen?” I asked.

“Uh yeah,” Eddie said and then started to stutter. “Where were you thinking?”

“Well the best option would probably be your room,” I said.

“Oh, uh yeah,” Eddie said. He let me go and then wrapped his hand around mine. “Let’s go,”

Eddie led me to his room and then closed the door behind us. He left the light off and approached me slowly in the dim light. Eddie’s hands snaked around my waist again as he began to kiss my neck. I couldn’t help but sigh at the feeling of his lips against my skin. 

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I nearly moaned.

Eddie’s hands squeezed my hips as he kissed my neck over and over again. He kept fidgeting with my turtle neck, trying to find a way for his lips to reach my skin.

“Eddie,” I said. “You can take it off,” 

“Hmm?” he asked, busying with his work.

“Take off my shirt,” I said.

Eddie’s head lifted and his eyes met mine. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Eddie nodded and then gripped the hem of my shirt. He lifted it over my head, exposing my black bra. Eddie tossed my shirt on the floor and turned back to look at me. I saw his mouth go a little slack and he let out a short breath. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said with a soft smile and then paused. “Can I - is it ok if - I mean - can I touch you?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling slightly at his cautiousness. “I didn’t think you’d be so polite,” I added with a giggle.

“I want you to be comfortable,” Eddie said, lifting his eyes to mine. “I want you to feel safe. And we don’t have to do everything tonight if you don’t want,”

“Let’s start here and I’ll let you know if I want to stop,” I said.

Eddie nodded slowly and then rested his hands on my waist. Eddie pressed a kiss to my lips and then began kissing all over my face. He moved down to my jaw line and then my neck. Now that it was exposed, he didn’t hold anything back. I moaned as he trailed kisses over my throat and nipped at the soft skin. Eddie’s hands started to travel upward over my torso. I felt a chill run up my spine as his rough skin brushed against mine. 

“Is this ok?” Eddie asked against my neck. His hands started creeping closer to my breasts.

“Yes,” I said, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop, Eddie,”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Eddie held me by my waist with one hand while the other slipped over the silky fabric of my bra. I gasped at the feeling. He gently squeezed my chest as his lips returned to mine.

I wanted to feel Eddie in the same ways that he was feeling me. I could hardly think about what I was doing before my hands were reaching forward to unbutton the front of his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. I let my hands run over his skin, feeling every groove and crevice of his torso. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed our bodies together, aching to feel his skin on mine. When our bare torsos met I almost drowned in the feeling.

“Eddie,” I said. “I want more,”

“What?” he asked, pulling away.

I clung to him, scared that he would pull away entirely. “I want more,” I said again. “I want you. All of you,”

Eddie looked me in the eye for a moment, trying to get a read on what I was thinking. I didn’t dare to break his glance. He leaned forward and kissed me slowly and deeply. I felt a rush of heat pulse through my body. It was most apparent in my core and slowly was creeping between my legs. 

Eddie began to push us towards the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and pulled me closer until I stood between his legs. He eventually broke away from our kiss and began to kiss down my torso until he reached the hem of my skirt. His fingers fiddled with the zipper on the side.

“Can I?” he asked and I nodded. Eddie slowly unzipped the skirt and pulled it down my legs. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of my tights and pulled them down until I could step out of them. 

I felt cold suddenly and quite bare standing in front of him in nothing but my underwear. Eddie’s hands found their place on my waist again and he pulled me closer until I had to climb into his lap. I straddled him, holding onto his shoulders for balance. Eddie began to kiss me again and I soon found myself lost in the feeling again. Swiftly and gently he flipped us over so that I was lying on my back on the bed and he was hovering over my body.

“You are so gorgeous,” he said between kisses. 

“I want to see more of you,” I said kissing him desperately.

“Whoa we’re bold now,” Eddie chuckled.

“Hey it’s only fair,” I said. “I’m over here in my underwear and you still have a whole pair of pants on,”

“I guess that makes sense,” Eddie said with a smile. “Do you want to do the honors?”

“No, I’d rather watch you do it,” I said with a smirk.

Eddie grinned and kissed me one more time before he stood up. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and watched as he unbuckled his belt and undid the zipper on his jeans. I felt a new rush of heat between my thighs when he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was truly beautiful and I didn’t know how to handle it.

“Like what you see?” Eddie asked shyly.

“Yeah,” I said, crawling towards the edge of the bed. I sat up on my knees and reached out for him. “Come here,” I said as he stepped closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him over and over. Eddie’s hands traveled down my torso to my hips. I felt his hands glide over my ass and then grip the backs of my thighs. Suddenly he pulled against them, sending me flying back on the bed. I shrieked with the sudden movement but then Eddie was over me again, holding me still.

“Sorry,” Eddie giggled. “Didn’t mean to scare you,”

“It’s ok,” I said, giggling with him. “Just come here,”

We were wrapped in each other’s arms for longer than I could comprehend. It kept getting better by the moment and I never wanted it to end. Eddie finally reached behind me and unhooked my bra. It was tossed to the floor and Eddie quickly attached his mouth to one of my nipples. I moaned at the sensation. Eddie looked up at me as my moans got louder.

“God,” Eddie said. “Please don’t ever stop making those sounds,”

I giggled at his remark but when I felt his teeth graze the skin of my nipple, my giggle became a moan once more. “Oh God, Eddie,” I said, burrying my hands into his hair. “That’s so good,” I said.

“Yeah?” he asked. “You like that?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop,”

“Anything for you,” he said.

I felt a pulse strengthening between my legs. With Eddie slotted between my thighs, I started to grind up against him. I gasped when I felt his hard-on through his boxers. My hands slid down my his sides until I was grasping at his hips. I pulled at his body, desperately trying to bring him closer to me. Eddie started to groan as our bodies started to rub against each other in just the right way.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that,” Eddie groaned as he kissed my throat.

“I want you, Eddie,” I said. “I need you,”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I think I’d lose my mind if we stopped now,”

Eddie chuckled and kissed me quickly on the mouth before climbing off the bed. He searched through his dresser drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. I felt my heart rate pick up slightly as I watched him take out one of the condoms and tear open the package. Eddie slipped his boxers off and if I thought his body was beautiful before, it was perfect now. He rolled the condom on and then walked over to the bed. It was hard not to stare at his body as Eddie leaned over me. I felt his fingers slip under the waistband of my panties and then they were off and discarded on the floor.

Eddie climbed back over me and began kissing me gently. I let my hands explore his body and I began to pull him closer to me again. “Eddie,” I said. “I’m ready. I want this. Just go slow,” 

“Ok,” Eddie said with one final kiss.

He reached down to line himself with my entrance. Anticipation filled my entire body and then he was pushing into me. I gasped at the feeling and my body quickly began adjusting itself to his size. Eddie and I both groaned as he bottomed out inside of me. 

“Oh my God,” Eddie moaned in the most filthy tone I had ever heard. “Are you ok?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “It feels incredible,”

“Yeah, it does,” Eddie said.

He slowly started to pump in and out of me, eliciting even more pornographic moans from the both of us. It had never felt like this before. I had never experienced anything like this. For a moment I wondered if this is what it always should have felt like and I had just been missing out for most of my adult life.

“More, Eddie,” I gasped. “Go harder,”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said firmly. “I want it,”

He didn’t hesitate. Eddie started to pick up his pace and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Eddie seemed close as well. I held onto him and pushed myself up to meet his motions. Eddie’s arms faultered just slightly over me, pressing his chest against mine. 

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Eddie said.

“Cum for me,” I said. “Please, cum for me, Eddie,”

“Only if you cum too,” Eddie groaned.

His words sent me over the edge. I nearly screamed as my orgasm tore through me. As my body spasmed beneath him, Eddie let out one final moan and his body began to shudder. He collapsed over me and I clung onto him. We held each other for what felt like an eternity. As we both caught our breath, Eddie began kissing every inch of my body. He finally made it back up to my lips and then brushed the hair out of my face.

“That was amazing,” Eddie said.

I smiled and kissed him. “That was amazing,” I repeated.

“Come on,” Eddie said. “I’ll clean you up,”

He picked me up from the bed and then took me to the bathroom. He pealed the condom off his body once he had set me down and tossed it in the trash. Then he turned the sink faucet on and ran a wash cloth under the warm water. He cleaned himself off and once the cloth was rinsed, he walked over to me. Eddie knelt in front of me and kissed my thighs. He ran the cloth over my skin and washed away any lube left on my skin from the condom. 

Once we were both clean, I pulled on one of his old T-shirts and my earlier discarded panties and crawled into bed. Eddie crawled in beside me and pulled me close. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips then rested his head on the pillow. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Eddie whispered.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” I said contentedly.

I fell asleep quickly and slept better than I had in a long, long time. 

#Eddie munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson Fluff #Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Female reader #Joseph Quinn #Stranger Things #Teach Me Part 2 #I know it's late #I'm sorry

[fearfylsymmetry]

less of an ask and more of a compliment i love the way your tags are organized…”decay as a commodity” “bodies shifting in narrow spaces” etc is it your own original work or quoting from a song/poem/or something?

helloo angel and welcomee to the show, its always such a joy when people appreciate my silly little tagging system. they're all just random sentences i thought up ages ago, , just to make sense of the mess in front of you etc y'know how it gets love. i couldn't really get behind tagging things as "art" "people, faces places things" etc. i needed to inject a bit of flavour to the whole thing (let this not be read as a subtle jab towards any new york based tumblrinas , we're above that c'mon now). i wouldn't say these little phrases are "personal" by any means but they have been motifs i wanted to actively explore in the art i make so no harm putting them up here i guess haha

for posterity's sake i thought i'd just copy an explanation of my tags from an old ask

decay as a commodity : okay so i envisioned this as a way to just summarize modern living? i think of a whole blueish neon color scheme with this one. my line of thinking was,, with the world slowly rotting away and living becoming so expensive and exhausting, whats the one commodity we all share? wouldn't it be decay? aren't we all slowly fading together etc etc. i use this for images with cooler muted tones and anything with a futuristic vibe,, along with some grimey, monochrome photography

the setting dawn: this is the polar opposite of decay, i think of it as "hope beyond hope" a la Prior Walter's line in Angels in America. i know "the setting sun " might sound more natural but i think of it as,, dawn , when the sun breaks through - in this short period the world starts to wake. qs the dawn sets the day kicks in, with all its routine misery. Dawn i think, is the only time the sun is kind to you, because its still hidden away at least slightly. But the day truly starts and itbeats down on you. And yet we continue to live, past the boredom and the pain, we live past hope, past the quiet comfort of dawn. I use this for pictures with earthy tones and things on the more uplifting side

bodies shifting in narrow spaces: this has some overlap with the decay tag, im not as organized as i need 2 be. i use this for figures & portraits ill want to draw or just really any photography i like that features a human presence. think of it as people so dependent on an outside gaze they constantly try to reinvent themselves, or just, everyday people, getting less and less time to live, having to work and forcing themselves into relationships with any real connection

original sin and other contingencies: im trying to fit this in for more risque photography and maybe things on the more gory side. how do i explain this.. okay so... when there's nothing left to do you'll always have sin to turn to just yo keep yourself occupied, along with other methods/contingencies u get the jist

linen that lingers: my fashion tag nothing more 2 it

the canvas as testimony: for art that is made for the gallery or art that is held in higher regard i guess, more high culture. it includes painting, sculptures,along with architecture,, but maybe i should make an architecture tag. i think of the things here as more personal efforts

motion on a still surface: for art that is energetic and really pops off the page. includes comics, manga, fanart, animation. stuff here may be more low culture but really its not. i just differentiate these art tags as ,,one is stuck to the canvas whatever that canvas may be, while the other leaps off the page

word on a wing let me soar: books, poetry, articles, journals , all words that i adore

a conversation with the self: i wanted this to be for things that are very personal to me but i just use my other tags

angels in descent: my little funny haha tag for yknow ,,, funny haha. yknow the "devil's rejects" the movie? like its a way of saying people so horrible no even the devil would take them. okay so i thought " god's rejects " but that's lame. so i landed on this, like idk...imagine angels falling from grace

arcade shuffle: for my little viddy games lol. sorry for being a #gamergirl but yes it happens sadly ,,moving on

jet jump jive: for songs

at the pictures: for movies,, like imagine im going "cant talk im at the pictures wheee ^_^"

there is such a great distance between now and later: to track my art and writing progress but i barely use it cause it barely draw or write these days i blame the wave of despair that washeth over me

proof of concept: photos i took but there's like almost nothing here

misc that are just funny 2 me like i do it 4 a little chuckle i deserve it:

screw it posting hole - for hole the band

bowies in spaaace - for bowie, after the flight of the concords song cmon its a little funny at least cmon now

twink speaks- for twin peaks lol

#this all feels very self-congratulatory i apologise my love #but everytime i get the chance to talk i never shut up #oh well i still love and try to be loved in return #but never equal measure #scales are a precarious thing you never know when you'll find yourself on the wrong side of balance #soft whispers under moonlight #long post

[labrxnth]

Sneak Peak of a Coming Soon Leon Kennedy x Reader slow burn series that spans over the length of multiple games.

CW: human experimentation, kidnapping, game level violence/swearing

The helicopter was cutting the hallway in half, giving you only one choice to go: behind you. You turned around and looked down the daunting hallway, feeling like it would’ve been better if you perished in the crash with everyone else. Nonetheless, you pushed forward into the darkness, your eyes adjusting to the darkness and your ears adjusting to the quiet. 

Walking down the hallway, you found the first door, a wooden door directly in front of you. On the wall, there was a sign that stuck out from it saying “Waiting Room”. As you walked closer, you found yourself having to limp, your ankle feeling less than ideal for walking a great distance. Your hand pressed up to the door, feeling the indents on the real wood. Every texture you had dealt with since you were taken was either slick, cold, slimy, or all of the above. 

It felt nice to feel something homemade, something that felt real. You cautiously pushed the door open and a sudden warmth filled the hallway. The room had multiple lights on, the type that you weren’t used to anymore. Instead of the fluorescent lights that made you want to gouge your eyeballs out, they were small lamps with a warm, orange or yellow glow to them. 

Closing the door behind you, you tried to find anything that could tell you where you were. You had no clue the size of the building you crashed into or where exactly you were. 

Turning to your direct left, you found a bulletin board on the wall with multiple posters. All of them said Raccoon City as the location of what they were advertising, so it was safe to say you were still in the city. 

Looking around more, you were startled as you heard the door behind you open. It was quiet, but you still picked up on it, your ears flicking slightly at the sound. 

“Are you alive?” A rather young voice asked you. Your hands went up slightly in surrender and you turned around. 

When you looked at who was talking, your eyes lit up. The question he asked puzzled you, but seeing someone that looked around your age was a relief in its own right. 

His face was unlike any other face you had seen. Most faces from your childhood blurred together, the only faces you really remember being your own, David’s, and the other scientists that occasionally worked on you for David. This young man’s features were soft, his eyes blue and kind, with an emotion at the forefront. You had seen that emotion in your own eyes before. 

He was scared and trying to hide it. 

“You’re alive,” He responded. You knit your eyebrows in confusion and noticed the gun he was pointing at you. Confused, you nodded and watched him sigh in relief, then lower the gun. “You, me, and Marvin are the only ones here that aren’t infected,” He added, reholstering his gun. 

“Infected?” Your voice asked. 

The young man looked at you, his eyebrows knit together, confusion matching your own. His eyes looked up and down your outfit, the white hospital gown and scrub pants that you had worn for the last ten years catching his eye. 

“Yeah…. Where did you come from?” He asked and took a step towards you. 

Instinctively, you took a step back, his eyes immediately softening. “Hey, I’m not gonna hurt you okay? I’m a police officer, it’s my job to help people.” He said softly. 

You remembered your parents telling you to find a police officer if you ever needed help when you would go to the mall alone. The day you were taken, you tried to tell one that a man in a suit was following you.

You were laughed at. 

Sensing your apprehension, he took off one of his fingerless gloves and held his bare hand out to you. “My name’s Leon, Leon Kennedy. If you want to survive, I might be your best bet,” He said.

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #slow burn #leon s kennedy

[rainbowcarousels]

Somewhat late but have some WIP Wednesday as kicked off by @desertfangs!

(In which Lestat has been staying at Trinity Gate and the bed pile is currently literal)

"Do you really not know why?" Daniel's voice was barely audible, but the fact he chose to speak audibly at all was a testement to his enduring humanity. Not unlike Louis in that regard. "He's doing what he always does with you - he's waiting."

How could Armand possibly be waiting? It was Lestat who uprooted himself from his courtly duties and his life to ease a transition in his relationship, to give reassurance that just because Louis would be coming back with him - and he would be coming back with him - that didn't mean that things had to change for the worse. If Armand could commit himself to living with them, then all of this could easily be solved. Daniel still had his own quarters! Armand had been decorating his own. If anyone was waiting, it was him!

"He doesn't always wait on me," Lestat replied, trying to keep his mouth as still as possible. He rolled over so his hands were on Armand's stomach, his chin resting on them so he could get a better look at Armand's only fledgling.

"He waited in Paris," Daniel replied, shifting ever so slightly on the pillow. Armand's hair, grown back in the night, was obscuring part of his face but he didn't seem to mind. "He waited in New Orleans. They both waited here. Waiting for you is practically a love language."

"Ah, but I am here!" Lestat carefully moved his hand, aware that if Daniel was awake, Louis would soon follow too. Armand was either faking it dilligently or had truly decided he was happy to go back to sleep esconfused in a loving fug. "What is there to wait on?"

"You to realise that you didn't come here to take Louis back," Daniel pointed out, straining a little to look at him.

"Then do tell me, what did I come here for?" Lestat asked. "Since you're apparently more in tune with my motivations than I am."

The temptation to traipse into Daniel's mind and find out what was going on when he didn't answer right away was buzzing under his skin. What exactly had the intrepid boy reporter supposedly stumbled into now?

"Can I ask you something rude?" Daniel said, sudden and sharp. He seemed to realise his mistake quickly and lowered his voice. "When was the last time you belonged as yourself?"

Of all the questions he expected - and Lestat had quite a mind for rude, lewd and nude so he couple imagine quite a few - that wasn't remotely on there. "As myself?"

"Yes," Daniel said, pressing his nose into Armand's hair for a moment before continuing. "When we were first together, during, after the chase, Armand got it into his head to push me to my limits. Smash them like broken masks, ones I didn't know were there until I felt raw inside and then made it clear that he loved that rawness, that utterly naked version that I didn't know what to do with. I've been a reporter, a writer, a student, traveller, brother, child, the 'devil's minion' but with Armand, it was the first time I felt like I was safe enough to not filter myself through some constraints of propriety and shame. I was accepted. I belonged with him, as me - no extras needed."

Lestat wasn't sure where he was going with this at all. "What does that have to do with me?"

"You're an actor," Daniel whispered. "But you've been acting your whole life, right? The role of the aristocat which you felt awkward in, the heroic wolfkiller, the literal stage sensation twice in two different ways, the one who had it all under control even though Louis could see the real theatrical and ridiculous person peeking through who you were trying to be back then. You are literally a beacon, you're the fucking vampire Lestat, known by name and sight to mortal and immortal alike. The sacred core, the poster boy. Do you ever get time to just hang out and be Lestat, some guy who can't make it through Titanic without crying?"

"Everyone cries at Titanic," Lestat replied, trying to stop the sudden feeling of his heart racing before it woke everyone up.

"That's the point," Daniel insisted. "You don't get a lot of time to just be happy being 'everyone'. You're almost always someone, but the last few weeks, it's been different. It's like watching something settle into place, something I haven't seen since the villa and I wasn't really in the best place to know what it was then. Do you understand now?"

"That you think I like to be an everyday 'Joe' or some such?" Lestat asked. "I love the attention, the limelight of it all. I am the very face of our kind. I am beloved, revered, hated perhaps but I am not no one."

"And doesn't that shit get exhausting? I've seen Armand pull out the red carpet and be the gracious host so many times. That's when the good clothes come out, the nice glasses, the things for show - knowing full well he's happy in one of my old t-shirts and broken in jeans with his hair a mess some nights. This is his home, and when it's just us here, he can just be at home." Daniel's eyes snapped to his suddenly, brilliantly bright suddenly.. "The court is like that too, it's on show and you are the show."

"I'm an excellent show," Lestat pointed out. A brilliant actor, a charistmatic face of vampirisim, what more could they want?

"But you don't have to be one all the time," Daniel replied. "You can take a load off and no one is going to think you're losing your mystique or whatever you might think. There's no one here that doesn't love you for just you."

Lestat couldn't help himself. "Does that include you?"

"I've been a little bit in love with you, with all of you, since that night in divisadero street. Just because I've seen you have a tantrum over getting shelled in Mario Kart doesn't change that." Daniel's voice was no longer as low, but still soft despite the firmer tone. "Armand's waiting for you to realise that you didn't come to take Louis home to court. He's waiting for you to realise you were the one coming home."

#wip wednesday #i know it's very rough #but look writing lestat's pov as he figures out where home is has been surprisingly intense #vc #fic: the stars still conspire for us #fic: here beneath my lungs #p.s. armand is 10000% faking sleep but no way he's interrupting this

[fazfacts]

CR1TIKAL FNAF GAMEPLAY AND COMMENTARY SENTENCE STARTERS!

❝ Alright, I guess I’ll go fuck myself. ❞

❝ Oh, that’s spooky. It’s 12:31 AM where I am right now. ❞

❝ I’m getting the heebie-jeebies. ❞

❝ What if Freddy Fraz- what if Freddy Faz- ❞

❝ What the fuck? Fuck Freddy Fazbear. ❞

❝ What the fuck? Fuck [___]. ❞

❝ This is the longest message I’ve ever received. ❞

❝ It should be an illegal thing for you to leave such a long message. ❞

❝ Oh, yes. Taunt me by pronouncing [___] correctly. ❞

❝ That really makes the employee feel good. ❞

❝ Don’t insult their music. ❞

❝ I’m irritable right now, due to the length of this message. ❞

❝ How about you show me respect as a human being and stop this message? ❞

❝ Alright, so exactly how do I fight these things? ❞

❝ What the fuck? Did they deploy an EMP? ❞

❝ My signal’s been lost! They’re jamming the radio frequency! ❞

❝ What the fuck do I do now? ❞

❝ He’s in the Dining Area. He must have been hungry. ❞

❝ I see you, bitch. Sipping on that green tea. ❞

❝ How do you like me now? I’ll sip my green tea in peace. ❞

❝ I don’t need you judging me. ❞

❝ It’s like that poster on the wall over there says: [___]. ❞

❝ Celebrate green tea. ❞

❝ He knows you don’t wanna fuck with a man that’s drinking green tea. ❞

❝ Oh, no, we’ve got a REAL man over here. We’ve got a MAN’S MAN sipping on green tea. ❞

❝ Where the fuck is the [___]? ❞

❝ Oh, man. He’s in cahoots with the bear. ❞

❝ Judging by its facial expression, it looks like someone shoved a soup ladle up its asshole. ❞

❝ Poor thing looks startled. ❞

❝ Look at those eyes. Jeez, my goodness, those are some googly eyes. ❞

❝ It wants a relationship. ❞

❝ I’m not ready to commit to a relationship with a bear. ❞

❝ Oh, so you’ve finally come to face me in person, have you? ❞

❝ Why are you still here? I’m making it very clear I don’t want you at my door. ❞

❝ I can do this all day, [___]. All day. ❞

❝ 5 AM. My favorite time to wipe my ass. ❞

❝ Yayyy, 6 AM. I’ve finished wiping my ass by then. ❞

❝ Do not pick up that phone. I cannot bear another four hour message from this guy. ❞

❝ Just let it ring through. Let the answering machine get it, and let that deal with the nonsense he spouts. ❞

❝ That is one weak-ass fan. ❞

❝ I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles. ❞

❝ Well, excuse me, then. ❞

❝ How rude was that? ❞

❝ That man on the phone was still in the middle of his lecture on the importance of a stable economy and this bear just barged right in. ❞

❝ I don’t know why you’re letting me stop you with just a simple door and a light. ❞

❝ Oh, shit, wow. I’m almost out of powder. ❞

❝ Oh, no! The hungry hippo teeth, nooo! ❞

❝ [___] is a master technician. A connoisseur of courageous calculations. I’d even go as far as to call him...a dickhole. ❞

❝ Go back to hibernation! Let the light stun you! ❞

❝ Well, there’s a huge security flaw. ❞

❝ I mean, if that’s the way this facility needs to be designed, then who am I to argue with the architecture? ❞

❝ You’ve got to be stirring my pasta. ❞

❝ What is this thing? ❞

❝ You know what? I’m gonna tell a story. ❞

❝ I haven’t told a story in a really long time. ❞

❝ Please get out of the doorway, I’m about to tell a story. ❞

❝ Fuck it, no shame. ❞

❝ The timing could NOT have been worse. ❞

❝ I just can’t deal with this. ❞

❝ Zoinks, the lights are off! ❞

❝ Take that, Fazbear! ❞

❝ Fuck, I came all this way, and it’s 6 AM now? ❞

❝ Celebrate the joy of long-lasting power! ❞

❝ Serenade me, Fazbear. ❞

❝ Serenade my candy ass. ❞

❝ [___] is certainly a force to be reckoned with...and I don’t feel like reckoning with him anymore. ❞

#fnaf rp memes #cr1tikal rp memes #rp memes #rp prompts #sentence starters #the saga is complete #fun fact this was my first cr1tikal video ever so i have a very soft spot for it

[oddree13]

Steddie at the Crossroads

Last night on the Steddie HOM Server, @originalbooktheif had the wonderful idea to suggest an AU where Eddie tries to sell his soul to get Corroded Coffin a breakthrough but when he summons the devil it's none other than Steve fucking Harrington. This is the result of an unhinged discussion between @originalbooktheif, myself, and @lurkinmerkin

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After everything happens in season 4 Eddie is tired. He's tired and he wants to get out of Hawkins. He figures if everyone thinks he’s a satanic devil worshipper despite the government coverup he might as well try it out. 

He drives his van to a crossroads outside of Hawkins and buries a few items into the ground - one of the graffitied missing posters Wayne had mistakenly hung up, his guitar pick necklace, and he couldn’t find a cat bone so he settled for a chicken bone from his dinner a few nights ago. 

Eddie buries the box and waits. He feels like an idiot as he paces, grateful that no one is around to see him. He’s about to start walking back to his van when he turns and sees King Steve™️ - gap jeans, polos, and devil horns peeking out from his infamous hair. He's so startled he trips on his feet and lands in the dirt.

"Really Munson? All the way out here? Not the intersection of Maple and Roosevelt?"

Eddie looks utterly confused and disappointed while Steve is just pissed he's been summoned to a crossroad way outside of Loch Nora. He wonders if this is some sort of trick. Jason and his lot are usually going on about how the devil shows you what you want to see and sure preppy and mean is his type but Steve Harrington is not what Eddie thought the devil would look like.

"At least you have your van. Given the circumstances, I'm at least taking a ride. Soul to be determined. So what are we asking for?" He wonders, as Eddie just stares at his newest friend in bewilderment. "Oh c'mon please don't tell me you did this for like a dare! Zazy is going to be up my ass even more," Steve grumbles. 

Eddie's not sure what to think but for some reason, he's compelled to ask if Zazy his dad. Which makes Steve laugh. 

"Absolutely not. Lucifer is too busy fucking fallen angels to remember I exist. Hawkins isn’t on his radar, trust me. No, Azazel is one of my - cousins I think is the closest human equivalent - thank goodness he's not my dad."

"But you're not Steve. You just look like him," Eddie stammers, and Steve just walks over to him and crouches down to look Eddie in the eye. 

"Sorry to disappoint you there. Samyaza is my real name but Steve is way easier on Earth. Are we going to ask questions all night or are going to ask me for what you want? Probably not going to give it to you seeing as you’ve already gone through hell and back.” Eddie hates how pleased Steve seems as his own joke. 

“Wait, no, that’s not how this works. I bury the items, I offer you my soul, and you give me what I want!” Eddie argues, finally getting up, frustrated that even now Steve in condescending to him. 

“Eddie that seems like a lack of agency in my role. We demons may be loose about a lot of things, but consent isn’t one of them. Free will is highly prized.” The smile that crosses Steve’s face is both cocky and feral and Eddie hates how he’s turned on by it. He really is a freak. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll see if it’s worth the trade.”

“I want the band to take off. I want Corroded Coffin to get its break and take me far from here. I don’t care what it costs.” Eddie hates the face Steve is making mainly because he can’t read it. The demon flicks his hand and a piece of paper appears and he scans it over. “I need to run some numbers. Ever since the stuff with the upside-down happened hell’s been a little bit in shambles.”

And doesn’t that just floor Eddie? He thought surely that the upside-down was proof of some sort of hell and that Steve’s involvement and survival are proof before him but that doesn’t seem to be the case. 

“Look you can ask all your questions on the ride home. I assume you’re driving.”

“Can’t you like teleport or something?”

“Does this look like Star Trek to you? Get your offering out of the ground and let’s go.”

*

On the ride back to Hawkins Eddie learns the following.

King Steve™️ is a demonic long con that is now completely in the trash due to the Upside Down. 

He’s not in Hawkins to actually kill anyone (his dad has guys for that), just cause chaos and debauchery. It started first with his “parents”. Get the head of Harrington Industries to settle down in suburbia to placate his wife while amassing money and influencing elections in a swing state. Steve left to his own devices just made chaos where he could. His mission was simple, corrupt a small town that would cause a domino effect across the American heartland. All he had to do was slowly deflowering the virgins, tease the closeted gays, reinforce the school hierarchy, depressing wages. He titillated the housewives as a lifeguard, and got them to vote for Reagan, etcetera, etcetera. He helped get the mayor elected which resulted in Starcourt, a shrine to capitalism. 

He was so close to his goal. Nancy Wheeler was right near the end of his list when he finds himself squaring off with some flower-faced alien motherfucker and he’s left reeling. Steve’s seen a lot. Hellhounds, demons that resemble eldritch horrors, and some of Hell’s finest torture sessions but what the hell is a Demogorgon?!

He has to reassess his whole plan. No one was really meant to die directly on his watch, and he feels something odd in himself when he attends Barb’s funeral. He doesn’t mind the lying or the coverup, more that he actually liked Barb. Sure she was an obstacle in the Nancy plan but he knew a part of Barb could sense him. She wasn’t fooled by his veneer and he respected that. He thinks what bothers him isn’t guilt, but annoyance that he should have known better, sensed something.

Steve tries to continue his mission but then the Halloween party happens and Nancy dumps him. For the first time, it hurts that someone doesn't like him and he doesn't understand why. He chalks it up again to not wanting to be a failure and tries to get back on track. But before he can do that Henderson crashes into his life and Steve cannot let that kid die. It isn’t a part of the plan. And as time goes on Steve takes to Dustin like he was his own minion. He’s not even annoyed that he can’t even figure out a good way to corrupt Henderson and it almost feels wrong too. 

At this point, Eddie has to interrupt and ask if the Party knows. 

“Of course they do. After everything that’s happened, they really aren’t that surprised.”

Steve explains that the party discovered his true nature after the Starcourt incident. There were hints beforehand, and Max has to ask if Billy was his doing. 

Steve explains that Billy’s run-in with the upside-down was a coincidence and actually caused a lot of confusion. But no, Billy Hargrove’s asshole propensity was just fueled by Azazel who got the sweet job of running around California. He only visited Hawkins periodically to check on Billy, and Steve doesn’t realize that until Billy and him are fighting. After all, Steve did love the chance to knock down one of Zazy’s pawns. 

But he leaves it alone after, just warning his cousin to keep Billy out of the kids' way, and Azazel reluctantly agrees. His cousin only resurfaces when he senses Billy’s death and finds Hawkins in more chaos than he left it in. 

“You should’ve reported this to Hell, Steve!”

“I've been busy at the ice cream shop!"

"How is that integral to your mission?!"

"Fueling capitalism, tooth decay, and creating naval fantasies Zazy!" Zazy pictures Steve in his Scoops Uniform, his ram horns on display enticing customers saying 'Ahoy matey! Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?' He doesn't buy it. 

Eddie listens to all this but doesn't understand why Steve is still in Hawkins. 

"Well, that's complicated. You see no one knows what the upside-down is and no one wants to deal with it. Plus plenty of people are willing to make deals now that a hell of sorts has opened up," he mumbles, but Eddie just looks over and sees through Steve's excuse.

"You can just say you like it here. I won't tell a soul." Eddie finds his words hilarious. Almost as hilarious as the pout on Steve's face. 

They sit in the parking lot of Eddie's temporary hotel room and he keeps asking questions. 

Yes, Steve was insulted by Jason Carver claiming Vecna's curse as devilry. And yes, he hated that the man managed a mob before Steve could.

No, he had nothing to do with Chrissy. 

Yes, he definitely was the cause of Eddie's influx of customers in 1985. 

Yes, Robin knows and likes it when Steve tells her the dirty secrets of everyone who comes into the family video. She has a running list of all the Regan voters so she can be vicious with late fees. She also takes advantage of Steve's abilities to know when it's safe to flirt with girls. 

No, he hasn't enchanted anyone in the group though he fondly calls Robin his little familiar which bothers her. He admits Azazel wanted him to but Steve put his foot down. Though after a very dumb argument with Jonathan he toys with the idea that he should make Robin seduce Nancy away from him. 

Eddie then repeats his offer from earlier. “You never told me whether you’d take it. My soul for fame. I’m sure you’ve made plenty of those over the years.”

Steve admits that he has but can’t bring himself to do that to Eddie. “I don’t think you get what that means. And I sort of like you too much to do that to you.”

“Aww, you like me, Stevie. That’s embarrassing.” Eddie expects Steve to blush or just brush it off. But instead, he sees a flash of Steve’s inhuman eyes and wonders if he crossed a line. But then he remembers something Steve mentioned earlier in the night. Steve Harrington collects virginities. 

“Then what would my virginity get me?” he asks.  Now there isn’t a flash of inhumanity, but steady eyes that lock onto Eddie’s and make him shiver. He hates that he might prove Jason Carver right if he sleeps with the devil, but judging by the way Steve’s staring at him, Eddie thinks it’ll be worth it. 

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #steve harrington is the devil #myfics #myposts

[dunk3n9]

BATMAN X JOKER HUMAN AU

(I don’t own the artwork I just got it off Pinterest)

Chapter 1: Who Met Who First

I was in a room laughing as I notice the blood everywhere. I see my mama when I walk forward. She looked over with this sickeningly sweet expression on her face. I felt bliss in knowing I was installing that fear. Soon after I feel the laughter, it was abrupt and angered with insanity. When I look at mother, an item in her hand throws itself at me.

I wake up, opening my eyes with quick breaths and sweat pooling on my everything. It takes a minute before my eyes stop fearfully glancing everywhere before meeting my poster of "The Riddler" a talk show host. When My breathing was stable after laying there reminding myself it wasn't real. Who was it that... No I can't think like that anymore otherwise.

"Joe! It's time to wake up, sweetie," Mother yells upstairs, she must be busy with laundry.

My name is Joe Chill. I prefer my nick name at school "Joker" and I earned it. I get called that for several reasons. My mom calls me that cause of my jokes and silly tricks that make her happy. Not to mention the tricks I've played on my peers at school.

"Joker? Joe? Ah, there you are, how did you sleep?" she spoke in a calm voice smiling when sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Fine. I guess."

I looked down still tired.

"Awww, I know Joker but, it's your first day of high school! Oh my goodness, my little man is growing up and going to school-" she smothered me in motherly words and affection.

"Okay, mom you can let go now! Haha," I spoke while chuckling.

"I'm looking forward to some good things this year," I said with mischievous glee.

Any person that knew me would know that smirk I did wasn't just for laughs.

"Oh no you don't mister! No pranks this year not even if someone bothers you, even if they may or may not deserve it, " she said with a stern tone of voice saying the last part under her breath while walking back downstairs.

"But mom!" I loudly complained following right behind, "My whole class is probably waiting for my pranks. It's traditional!"

she gave a stern look to my dramatic argument.

"No buts. Say 'yes mom' and I'll send you on your way," she spoke standing there facing me.

"Yes mom," I said jokingly in a robot tone.

"Good. Oh, that reminds me, your sister Harleen is going to be at your school, too. A grade higher than you. Also go get dressed my Son-a-tron two thousand," She had spoken so nonchalantly I didn't react till it registered.

I was shocked at this statement. My sister Harley is for lack of better words a psycho she can be rough and violent, when needed but, she present herself as put together and is smarter than she'd admit. She's embarrassed me a lot of times at school, too. I love her to death but she can be annoying at times. One time I was getting bullied and nearly got into a fight she stepped in and got in the guys face. I mean yeah she tried to help but still I could handle myself.

"Please tell me she's not-" I said not even finishing my sentence.

"Yup she's moving back here forever her dad finally took the time and decided it was best if she was with me," she squealed in joy like she hasn't seen Harley in ages... It's only been a year.

Someone knocked at the door and mom rushed to answer it. Harley jumped straight in through the door with a front hand walk over then a cartwheel. She landed in front of me with a "ta-da" she said. She hugged me tightly till I gasped for air she then let me go.

"How's my little puddin doing?" She was practically beaming with excitement.

I shrugged with a chuckle. She hasn't called me that since we were kids. I was really confused by a mark on her upper arm. Like burn marks I frowned a little.

"uh-uh-uh turn that frown upside down I'm not gonna bother you all school semester unless someone gives you trouble," she winked and walked back to the door laughing while grabbing her things.

I'm sure I wasn't imagining those marks. I'll ask when she settles in more. I became intrigued when I heard a noise outside all of a sudden.

"What the?" I whispered to myself of course.

I walked to the door passing mom and Harley in a quizzical conversation. Peeking out the open doorframe I spot the old Cobblepot residence being looked at by a family bringing in luggages inside. Oh, they're moving in.

Just like that there they were... new neighbors. Why at a time like this? It seemed odd. I saw a thin women with good physic and she looks healthy, pretty, house wife I believe by her attire. A man with a muscular physic that most men had, sturdy, business man attitude. Then there was a little boy looking around my age he looks more buff than me. I studied him his facial features he had dark eyes, he had the perfect Chin, his smile had pearly whites just like mine. He had most beautiful black hair unlike me with messy green hair, he also had a tan going on I was a tad bit pale.

I was staring for too long analyzing him and his family I didn't notice he saw me and we shared glances. I was scared. What if he tries talking to me? What if he's a bully? I don't know these people. Looking over when back to reality he was speaking to his mom, pointed at my house, she looked over, smiled, nodded yes to something, and he was suddenly walking over here. I hid against the wall. Someone wants to meet me?

"Um, hello? Green hair guy?" His caramel apple voice was so close.

I peek out the door a little. I almost laughed at the startled look when I suddenly popped up.

"Ah, I'm sorry," I tried to contain my laughter, "yes?"

He fixed his outfit and nodded I'm guessing to compose himself. He cleared his throat then spoke.

"Where is your mother?" He spoke fancy and precise.

My nerves became hyper aware that I was talking to someone. Someone new. I was suddenly nervous and anxious.

"Ummm busy. Why?" I spoke quickly avoiding eye contact.

"Please, do get her."

"Mom! Door!" I yelled while turning towards the kitchen.

"My names Bruce by the way," He spoke so suddenly.

I almost lost my composure and screamed. I just simply turned and waved before fiddling with my fingers nervously. She was at the door in a flash looking at Bruce.

"Why hello there," she spoke in a joyful but confused tone.

I walked away to get ready considering I was in my Pajamas consisting of a Black t-shirt with purple and green HAHA's on it, and black fuzzy pants. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and headed downstairs. I walked back to see the other family talking to my mom.

"I'm so happy to see new faces in the neighborhood. Don't ever hesitate to ask for help from us," she said excited as I was confused.

"Thank you very much. We've come from so far it's nice to have a fresh start. Well I'm glad it's peaceful over in these parts," the woman sounded so elegant.

"We're happy to have you, mister and miss?" Mom has always been so polite she's a people person.

"Just call us Martha and Thomas. Oh, is this your son?" Martha spoke so precise and high class.

"Why yes this is. Say hi, Joe."

Giving a simple wave I try to give my best smile that hopefully didn't show my nerves.

"He's a little shy," mom said in that motherly way of 'he's still learning' or something like that.

"That's okay most kids are to new people. If it's not too much to ask do you think you could take our son to the school? We got here without looking at where it was," Martha had spoken apologetically.

"I'd be happy to help and afterwards I can help you guys move in if you'd like? It'd give us time for some girl talk and to get to know each other," Mom said friendly.

"Thank you very much, Penny." Martha said holding moms hand.

They said there gratitude towards each other and walked away. The boy went over and grabbed I'm assuming his backpack which looked like a briefcase. I looked down apologetically. Mom gave a confused look and realized.

"Joe it's okay. Eventually you'll be able to talk to people and make a lot of friends. Just for now let's just make some high school memories," Mom spoke reassuringly.

I look up at her smiling. She always knows what to say.

"Thanks mom. Let's bring harley, too," I said happily.

"No can do kiddo I got my own set of wheels, boo yah!" She said with a light punch to my shoulder.

"Alright you two! Now how about after school we go out for Chinese food to celebrate your first days, huh? Would you both like that?" She said enthusiastically.

I nodded my head smiling as did harley.

"Great Chinese it is then. Means I don't have to cook, haha," she laughed grabbing her car keys as Bruce walked back our way.

Me and Bruce hopped into my moms car as she smothered Harley in hug and kisses. I heard harley whining through the window and it made me laugh a little.

"What's your name?" Bruce asked bluntly.

"I- uh. You. Me?" I jumbled over my words.

"Haha, yeah you? Unless the car has a name, haha" He spoke shyly trying to break the ice.

"My- my name is Joe. Joe Chill."

"I like your hair, it's fluffy," He spoke nicely.

I became a flustered mess. I'm actually talking to someone. I can't believe it.

"You ready kids? Because mama has a Coffee with her name on it,"she said jokingly.

Me and Bruce chuckled and we were off to school. Let's hope nothing happens to change this day.

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[anxiousqueenmarmaroth]

We Shall Remain: Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Tomatoes for the Girl Next Door

“Sometimes I doubt if this thing could ever really work: humans and turians. My dad always taught me to outthink the doubts by making the pros spare heat syncs and the cons enemies on the field. But I’ve actually been there: outnumbered with an Atlas marching on us. Funniest thing, this gorgeous girl gives me this crazy grin, tosses a clip my way, and says, ‘This part is going to be hilarious.’ And then I remember that’s my girl. I can just toss her out there like a frag grenade and boom! paint the walls.” Garrus Vakarian, Citadel Couples ep. 516

 Victus was certainly chattier than the last Primarch. Then again, the last one barely exchanged words with him, usually passing dismissively by him to speak to his father. The good news gave a pep to his step, though it was tempered by the urgency gained by the hours it took to secure it.

  Shepard was lounging on the lone chair in the room, her legs swung over one arm and her stomach rolled in that adorable way it did when she forgot that there was someone else in the room. She looked almost happy with her damp hair pulled back in a lopsided bun, her eyes trained on her datapad, and her feet tapping together to a song no one else heard. But his visor revealed her eyes were red and irritated and her pulse was erratic-- all signs of distress in humans. Her face had that familiar, devastatingly stubborn quality to it as if she could overcome the disaster with her scorn alone.

  She jumped a little bit when he touched her knee, her foot priming back for a kick before recognizing the intruder. 

  “Busy day?” she asked.

  “You have no idea.” He rested his head against the side of hers, letting out a soft rumble when she set down her datapad to fully embrace him with her half-naked body, still cool and damp from a bath. Was there anything softer than human skin when it molded to the shape of his hand like high-quality clay? Anything that smelled better than the crown of her head freshly washed? He doubted it.

  “Is there something I need to know?” It was dangerous, stiff, bracing for a shot to the gut.

 The thing about Shepard was she wasn’t real, she was an appealing character manufactured for recruitment posters and inspirational vids-- carefully applied in the morning like her eyeshadow or her lipstick. Commander Shepard was kind, honest, charismatic, the kind of leader that inspired the best out of an entire galaxy even in the face of certain annihilation. A rifle carefully calibrated and honed, but ultimately just a neutral tool incapable of thought or emotion. It’s not as if Keeva wasn’t any of those things, but she was also distrustful and vindictive: a sniper fashioned of raw emotion and a trigger finger made of sheer will. She preferred the shadows, finding amusement in the performance the same as a conman and finding even greater amusement when people so convinced with the performance threw accusing fingers at those that called it for what it was.

  The whole drive he was thinking about how he would tell her, a way to display his accomplishment in a way that practiced the subtle art of the humble brag. Maybe even a way that managed to impress someone that was capable of doing anything with only the slightest pressure of her finger. But now that he was here his carefully crafted sentences slipped through his fingers like loose sand, like they always did. All he could do was hold out his emptied hands and stare disappointedly at the huge gap between his fingers.

  She took them, filling them once again with something less determined to slip away.

  “Primarch Victus offered me a commanding position in an intermilitary task force. Everything’s laid out: Spectre status, freedom to pick my own team, the Normandy, all of it.” It wasn’t as flashy as he originally planned, but it got the job done well enough.

  “That’s amazing, Garrus! When?” She pulled her lips tight and crinkled her eyes in too flawless a mimicry. Her voice perfectly hit the pitch of human delight and excitement. All calculated, of course. He knew the signs to watch for when she was genuinely happy, like the blood rushing to her face with such force the blush popped through her warm, light brown skin and she couldn’t stop smiling if she wanted to, and the way she squirmed away from his gaze to keep him from noticing it.

  In Keeva’s head, she was already screaming and putting her first through walls and coming to terms with accepting the Council position because she couldn’t stand the company of ghosts anymore. It’s not like anyone had the chance to sit her down and explain how one was to gracefully accept the inevitability of losing. She never thought he was stupid, but she did hope he had a large enough blind spot to keep him for a little longer.

  “I won’t bore you with the details, but Victus has wanted to secure relations with humans since Relay 314. And he seems convinced that I’m the guy for the job. So, Shepard, honey, love of my life,” he rubbed soothingly against her knuckles, “I have a position open.”

  “What position?” Her tongue became thick and dry with the mixture of relief and dread that coursed through her body.

  “I need someone I trust as second. But Victus already said you can take the commanding position as long as I’m second. Something about me being the only person that ‘can survive a disagreement with that crazy woman.’”

  “I... I don’t think I want to- shit,” she had to take a deep breath to cough out the bitter confession that got caught on the sarcastic organ in her throat, “I don’t have it in me to make those big decisions anymore. I’ve seen enough people die with my bullshit playing in their heads.”

  “I won’t make you.” He thought very hard about what he wanted to say, “You’re always going to have to question my decisions, you’ll always have to pull me away from work, you’ll always have to make tough judgment calls. We’re in this together, Shepard and Vakarian, and that’s what makes us so damn good.”

  “There’s no human representative to the Council.” The words he was saying gently led her into dangerously romantic territories. Turning down the position would be a very public vote of no confidence that the galaxy was too fragile to withstand. She almost didn’t care. 

  “Victus is pulling some strings. Anderson was always going to be tough to replace, and Udina made it that much harder. But he wouldn’t have brought it up if he didn’t think we were close.”

  It sounded so perfect, it truly did, “Aren’t you worried about your mom? Do you think the salarians won’t take good care of her if I’m, you know?”

  “Well, you know me, I can’t be happy unless I’m worried about something. But she’s being moved back here with the other patients, and the team of researchers, so there’s that at least.” He made a vague motion with his occupied hands at her inquisitive look. “Look, Shepard, if you’re not ready for this just say the word.”

  ‘Not ready?’ That didn’t sound right. She was never ‘not ready.’ Tired, maybe. Tired of treading water, but desperate to breathe. Unable to override the conditions that fought over whether she should swim or drown.

  She gazed out at the tall tree outside, snuggly embracing itself in the warm light cast from their room. In the reflection the room looked welcoming, encircling the mismatched couple in a warm halo. They looked happy together, fitting together like pieces from different puzzles: slipping effortlessly into each other’s edges and grooves in a confusing, heady new picture. Framed in its sill, their reflection looked like a turn of the 22nd century space romances her sisters were obsessed with. It certainly didn’t look like one of those cozy domestic romance books that made the rounds in her mothers’ day that fetishized discovering the goodness right outside your door, setting down roots, growing tomatoes in the little planter box on the balcony. Garrus didn’t belong in those stories, he was still impatient, still believed the red tape he bit through didn’t immediately close up behind him like some kind of horror vid, still had no use for tomatoes. Archangel and Garrus Vakarian were destined for heroism in equal measure, and the only thing she could really decide was whether or not she was strong enough to keep him as steady as he had kept her.

  Chaos spilled out of her in a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, “If it’s a cross-species task force you’ll need a second that knows how to juggle all that. Plus, I’m pretty good with public relations in general.”

  “Are you sure?” It was nervous, excited, uncertain of the enthusiasm to be thrown back into one of the least appreciated jobs in the galaxy.

  The thing in the window wasn’t so hideous in this light, with dewy eyes that sparkled and a goofy little smile she couldn’t hide even if she wanted to. She had to move her hands just to be sure her and the reflection were in fact the same. Is that what love did to a person? Was it capable of breathing something so full of life someone might actually confuse it for a person? If his name tumbled from a stranger’s lips next to her statue, would she pry her feet from their pedestal just to cradle the earth in which it fell?

  “Oh please, do you know how long it would take you to find someone half as good as me?” Keeva’s eyes turned their full force back on him, unwavering in their newfound resolve.

   “I’d say we’d have to clone you, but good restaurants here are so rare.” He was proud of himself for that one.

   “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Garrus.”

#mass effect #we shall remain #garrus #garrus vakarian #shepard x garrus #fem shepard #established relationship #long fic

[roachbot]

Intro time baybee

first official intro post hells yeah

I dont do a lot of intros but heres a shot at this

✮this bitch is stupid long, so be warned! full intro under cut!✮

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷BASIC INFORMATION

I will respond to any of these, but some I like more than others :-3

- - - - - ➼NAMES

Goblin, Lua, Soleil, Bo, Roach, Richy, Brutus, Nikola, Gabriel, Aeris, (etc).

- - - - - ➼PRONOUNS

It/Its

Rot/Rots

Hx/Hxm (he/him)

She/Her

Void/Voids

Circ/Circuit

Lure/Lurk

Ink/inks

Bite/Bites

Honk/Honks

End/Ends

Ranked in order of what I like best! i appreciate being called any of these though ^v^

(do NOT use they/them on me though! it makes me uncomfortable)

- - - - - ➼ORIENTATION / GENDER

I am ASPEC, more specifically Apothisexual, Aegoromantic, and questioning Autoromantic. although I generally use Aroace as a nice umbrella for it all.

I fall under the Agender umbrella, being gendervoid. oftentimes i fluctuate between presentations, generally feeling more feminine most of the time (although it is safe to ask what I feel like at a given time).

Apothisexual - an asexual who is repulsed by sex / sexual activities

Aegoromantic - an aromantic who enjoys romance and enjoys the idea of relationships, but have no desire to engage in romance in real life

Autoromantic - someone who is (usually) only romantically attracted to themselves or only enjoys romantic activities with themselves, by themselves.

Agender - lacking a gender

Gendervoid - feeling like there is a void or emptiness where your gender should be

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I am diagnosed with Autism, OCD, and I believe ADHD as well.

I have EDS, POTS, and mild Asthma

I am either 5'5" or 5'7" (you gotta guess)

my classpect is Maid of Space, making me a Taurgo

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Interests that are either relatively new, or I'm actively into

Bigtop Burger, Vast Error, Hi-Fi Rush, Psychology, parasites, uncanny valley stuff, human behavior, art and writing, robots, (and more)

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Interests that are either relatively old, or I'm passively into

A Hat In Time, HLVRAI, Sally Face, Invader Zim, Sonic, TMA, Inscryption, horror content, (and more)

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My special interest !૮ ・ﻌ・ა

my own characters lmao. i am constantly thinking about my original characters tbh. the group i think about switches out every once n awhile, but I've always got at least one of them in the back of my mind, rotating like a baked potato in the microwave. I have too many to list here, but if anyone wants to know about them, shoot me an ask and i would be HAPPY to answer!

I recommend asking who I'm thinking about at the time !໒(＾ᴥ＾)७

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text posts I made, usually of something I was thinking about and needed to write down

(thats all i can think of rn, i usually just use plain artwork tags for most things)

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doodle posts, usually loose sketches or a spaghetti plate of ink

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Open! I'm okay with asks, but I'm a little slow an answering them. unless I'm not comfortable with it, I'll usually get around to answering any asks I get.

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(Mostly) closed. I usually only accept DMs from people I know.

note that my content varies a little wildly between sites.

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Don't mind the usernames, I'm not consistent

Instagram: Spaghettio_Master_3000

Youtube: Goboblin the chip cruncher

Tumblr: You're already here, silly. it's Roachbot.

Itch.io: Gobobling

Artfight: SomeGoblinThing

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I am a minor (Mid teens), and I am not very up-to-date on a lot of stuff. I use this blog as a diary at times, so some of my personal thoughts on things will be posted (thought not super frequently). I am a multifandom poster, so I'll have a wide range of content on my blog

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generally just, if you're an asshole or a bigot, I wont wanna interact with you. that's about it, really

alright, well, that's all I got

might go back and edit this later, but for now

a very long winded intro to say: Hi, I'm Lua. welcome to my blog.

#intro post #blog intro #Roachbot #roachbot roachthoughts #intro #introduction #introduction post

[cosmic-codex]

Chapter 10:

Fate and Fortune

It had been days since the monkey king had set off. When he started the voyage he didn't expect this much boredom. His days were filled food, blue skies, blue ocean and steering the raft. Being alone on a raft was taking its toll.

He almost regretted his journey. Almost. Despite all the obstacles, he vowed he'd face them all, no matter how deadly or boring. Desperate he started looking towards the sky for any sign of being close. Besides if you could tell the directions with the sun, maybe clouds tell how far land was, right?

Finding nothing but pineapple, monkey, turtle, heart and peach shaped clouds,  monkey king went for a peach only to find a bird perched on one of them, pecking it continuously to procure it's food.

Not happy with his guest he exclaimed, "Hey, stop, stop it. That's my food! Get your own!" and started swatting it away, only to notice more coming for their supper "Now there's more of you?! What, are you going invite the whole family now?!"

"Where are you even coming from?!"

The monkey king paused. "Where are you coming from?" he murmured.

As far as he knew, birds didn't come to a raft in the middle of an ocean, even when migrating. Which implied that they came from solid land.

Following a bird, who seemed to have had it's full, the monkey king steered the raft  in hopes seeing more than just the big blue sea and he did. As soon as the raft touched land he quickly tied it nearby and cheered. He never thought he'd be this happy to feel something as mundane as sand, yet here he was.

"Thank you very very much! I'd hug you but I can't. I gotta go but you can keep the food as my gratitude. I'll be taking a bag though. Bye!" the monkey king ran off as the birds continued pecking ignoring him.

The monkey king soon arrived at the human village. Realising he'd need clothes to fit in, he quickly acquired them, stolen from an unfortunate soul, and began wandering around, in hopes of finding someone who could teach immortality or at least a few clues.

Not finding much he moved on to the next village and the next. The more villages he crossed the more he learnt about humans and their societies. He learnt how to walk, talk and even how to read like them, among other things.

He also learnt of what most humans desired, which in most cases was always fame and money. Unlike his monkeys, who relaxed and enjoyed their lives behind the water curtain cave, humans were often focused on building bigger houses and gaining more money, something they used to barter goods.

A man worked all day, not even enjoying the breeze, and came home completely wiped out, not even gazing at the night sky, all for gaining more and more items which wouldn't even matter in the end. Just imagining his monkeys living like that, having all life drained out of them like that, sent shivers down his spine.

As he made to yet another village eating some leftover peach pie, given to him by a nice old lady he helped earlier, he saw a bunch of people gathered near a poster advertising the arrival of some seer in town, known for its very accurate depictions of the past, present and future.

Monkey king though predicted it to be a scam, having encountered many along his travels and once almost even being made into one. Though with his curiosity piqued, he went to the location mentioned in the poster only to find a long line waiting for their own futures to be revealed.

Waiting for a long time the monkey king finally entered the tent, expecting it to be fake though still holding out a tiny bit of hope for it to be real and give some help in his quest of immortality.

And so he entered he found the dark tent full of candles and smoke, coming from the many lit incenses around the tent, making him cough. At the back of the tent he saw table filled a glass orb, some cards and other things he didn't recognise.

There were two chairs near the table, one he presumed for him and another at the opposite side of the table, where a cloaked figure sat. Fake or not, he was intrigued.

As he sat in his seat the seer spoke "Come child, enter my domain as we unfurl your past, meet your present and look into the future." though they paused when they looked at the monkey properly, "My, it is quite rare for monkeys to come for divination. Now I'm curious, what's a creature like you doing here, dressed like a human?"

"You're a seer right? Why don't see yourself?" the monkey king sneered. Maybe he was being a bit too rude, but when people tended to point out his species, things didn't end up being very delightful.

"You think I'm a fake, don't you?"

"Of course you're a fake! You're lying to people just to gain more money."

"When did you think I was a fake? While waiting half a day in line or when entered my tent?" the seer teased.

"I knew it right away when I read the advertisement."

"And yet you came." the seer smirked knowingly.

"It was just to prove that you were a liar. A fake seer with no powers."

"Oh naive monkey, I may be a liar but that doesn't mean I'm not a seer. I can predict other's fate, just as I will predict yours."

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm a god. Let's say if you were a real seer, why would you con people instead of giving real divinations?"

"Just because I'm a seer, doesn't mean I can't earn money. Looking into the future for hundreds of people a day can be really tiring for a real seer. Now do you want me to predict your fate or not? I'll even yours for free~"

"But I already pai-"

"Hush now. Let me focus." the seer said as the candles began to flicker and the tent seemed to have even more smoke, making it harder to see.

"What you are looking for,

Will let you live forever more,

Your light shall shine brighter than most,

However many won't agree with what you chose,

I see a light helping others find their own,

But I also see it destroying someone's home,

Your fate will be decided by how you use your flame,

But your doom will be decided by who you choose to blame."

"..."

"Well, vision's over. Time for you to go monkey. I have other customers to tend to." the seer chirped.

"Wait! What was that supposed to mean?" the monkey king asked

"You will know what it means when your time comes. Now move along. Time is money I'm not wasting." the seer replied now pushing the monkey out.

"Fine! And just so you know I still don't believe you." the monkey huffed as he left the tent, not waiting to hear the seer's reply.

"Oh, we'll see Sun Wukong." the seer chuckled.

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I have been spending increasingly less time on social media. I basically don't even use Twitter anymore and haven't for like at least this entire year so far. I mostly open Facebook to look people up for things or keep track of events, and I basically never spend time scrolling on there because videos autoplay with sound enabled and that's fucking insane to me.

I'm on here sometimes, if this even counts. I kinda don't think so. I only have TikTok so I can view things people send me, but I actually legitimately hate being on there for more than a video or two at a time. It gives me anxiety.

When I open my phone for mindless scrolling I actually typically end up on reddit now. And I was a reddit hater in the past, believe me. But the idea that I can follow pages for all the different things I'm interested in, and those pages are what make up my entire feed, is so novel amongst all these other sites that constantly push OTHER shit in my face. I know there's an algorithm there, but it's kind of fine? I mean I'm still just seeing fandom discussions, posts of cute animals, uhhh kinda everything tumblr was for me in like 2012, if I'm being honest.

One thing I do that is probably actually bad for me though is read those "relationship drama" kinds of subs. There are a lot of those and I kinda can't get enough of them. They definitely make me think deeply about human relationships and how complicated that shit is, and playing thought experiments like that is fun for me I think.

And man, I used to think that the people writing posts on those subs were the people with issues, but the people who frequent those subs and COMMENT on those posts are the ones with the worst issues, I'm finding. Every single post has at least a couple of people very concernedly explaining to OP some variation of "your boyfriend is an abusive narcissistic sociopath and is going to murder you and you need to get out YESTERDAY," no matter the conflict. It's actually wild to me to see people talking so confidently and prescriptively about the lives of strangers they've only read a few paragraphs about. It's like they're trying to explain to the poster what that person's own life is sometimes. The lack of nuance and critical thinking often startles me, but the patronizing tone REALLY does me in.

It reminds me of the black and white thinking of a teenager (which I was guilty of a thousand times over, as evidenced by this blog), except it's way worse because everyone these days fancies themselves some kind of psychology expert because they've read and watched things on the internet. They've read all the pop psychology "facts" and articles, they listen to true crime podcasts, they watch youtubers and TikTokers spew psychology jargon with the confidence of someone with a PhD even though they're like 22 and probably work at like, Target. So now everyone knows all the big fancy words and uses them freely.

But I personally can't get past the idea that being overly clinical and pathological about every human interaction or characteristic just leads to a lack of real empathy, self reflection, and accountability. If everything everyone else does that is bad or harmful is because of some disorder you are deciding they have that makes them Evil, then they're irredeemable and you can write them off entirely. You can take yourself completely out of having contributed to any conflict you had with that person. And if you have some self-diagnosed disorder that is an untreatable innate part of who you are that you can use to attribute any bad behaviors YOU have to, that means you may get trapped in a cycle of feeling like you never have to grow or work on yourself ever again. Which is... bad!

I dunno, it's like, sometimes people just suck. There doesn't have to be anything deeper to it. They're selfish, maybe, or a bad communicator, or they have trauma they've never worked on, or something "ugly" like BPD, or maybe you and them aren't compatible honestly, or in VERY few cases in my personal opinion, yeah, they're just vindictive. I think less people are truly cruel and vindictive than we like to think. People aren't sitting out there in armchairs with their fingers steepled, plotting evil plots about how they're going to next ruin your life. And if you think they are then consider that you're not the main character. They're usually reacting to things moment to moment just like you, and they're the hero of their own story, even if they're a shitty hero. A Game of Thrones tier hero. Hot take, but even people who are abusive are usually not evil fucking masterminds.

We should, uh, cut each other more slack. In general. We're all out here learning how to person, together, in a world and a society that is constantly trying to crush us. So yeah. Also, existing systems of classification are not the end-all-be-all and are not meant to be. Those evolve over time, and I truly think we're seeing at a rapid rate these days how a lot of our current ones are broken as fuck.

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TTOU Big Finish Snippet: Workplace Security

GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS, THE THICK OF UNIT FANS

A lot’s been going on since I last updated this series. For posterity’s context, I posted chapter fifty-seven almost twenty-one(!) months ago. Since then (while not suffering a relapse in manga brainrot) I’ve been trying to light a fire under the ass of my beta reader to actually get caught up to date so I can start throwing things around. We’re a little over halfway right now. PLUS, there is a certain individual, @fajrbismuth who has been writing me fic, and since I need to get back to writing this anyhow, I feel like gifting some fic is a great way to do it.

1878 words; another audio-only script fic like Inspections and Prototypes was, because I don’t write enough scripts; let us all pretend I would ever know what the inside of the Mecca Wishaw looks like, which will likely never happen even if I lived in Wishaw (oh and there is a bit about how shit of a name it is so yeah); oops sorry new OC just dropped; takes place in some nebulous time in 2016, around chapter 51/52; just kinda ends like the other one does, which is why it’s a snippet lol

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Footsteps in an office building—it’s the general ringing of phones and shuffling of papers and indistinct chatter that only middle-management and pencil-pushers can accurately replicate. A door opens up and SAM chuckles.

SAM: Now what do we have here?

JAMIE: Don’t you say it, Sammy—don’t you fucking say it.

SAM: It’s good to see you haven’t changed.

JAMIE: You wound me… and after I got you in here, gave your lad an opportunity to grow up in a fucking sane environment?

SAM: There are worse places than Aylsham.

JAMIE: You had the commute of a bloody American.

SAM: My uncle’s had worse.

JAMIE: My point proven.

A knock on the door.

JAMIE: Fuck in or fuck off!

The door opens.

JAMIE: Oh, Bismuth, great timing! Nothing in this bloody place is fucking set up right.

BISMUTH: That is… sort of why I’m here. At least you know what Wi-Fi is.

JAMIE: You sound troubled, pet. Who do I need to have a fucking shout at?

A beat.

BISMUTH: I’m… not a… pet…? What…?

SAM sighs, exasperated.

SAM: You don’t have someone like Jamie in your department, do you?

BISMUTH: I’ve been told it’s a blessing.

JAMIE: Ha! I’m sure Malc’s been talking me up like I’m the Third Coming, with him as the Second.

BISMUTH: Actually, no. We are here to secure your new offices, as well as your homes. You are going to be allotted two members of Security and one member of IT. Until we can get your permanent setup, some of us from the Mainframe shall be here to configure everything.

JAMIE: Huh. Sounds like a lot of fucking trouble to go through. Can’t the shits you hire for this joint set it all up?

BISMUTH: You require what I understand to be a “litany” of upgrades that need to be done, and none of them should be done by new hires. It’s no different than needing to inspect Kernow when they integrate new technology.

JAMIE: …and yeh can’t just, I dunno, delegate? Just inspect the job later?

BISMUTH: Protocol is protocol and this is what happens when we set up a new office branch, due to expansion or renovation.

A mobile pings. Keys on the screen are tapped.

SAM: That’s not a good look.

BISMUTH: What’s not a good look?

JAMIE: Your face, pet. Human expressions give away a lot, you know.

BISMUTH sighs.

BISMUTH: What is a Mecca Bingo?

JAMIE: M’neighbor’s only real reason for not offing herself once her husband kicked it. They don’t open for three more hours… though I don’t think you’re gonna get a game in with fancy lads until later in the evening…

BISMUTH: We still have to go there. Now.

JAMIE: And why’s that?

BISMUTH: This is why.

There is a pause, during which both JAMIE and SAM audibly cringe.

JAMIE: Thought I told Malc I had enough of playing Scotsomer Shitesteries for the rest of the decade.

BISMUTH: We don’t get to decide that. Now are you the one in charge here or are you going to let what I’ve heard described as a “circus” occur?

JAMIE groans.

JAMIE (grumbling): Ah, feck.

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The soft rumbling sound of being in a moving car now can be heard. There is also the shuffling around of clutter.

SAM: Don’t worry; it’s not that far now.

BISMUTH: Thank you again for the lift.

SAM: Any time.

She pauses.

SAM: You alright back there?

JAMIE: Why is this your bairn’s fecking garbage dump? I feel like we’re going to get there and I’ll pop out the Toxic Avenger.

SAM: You’re just a big baby. (She puts the turn signal on.) I’ve seen your office, you know.

JAMIE: That’s organized! It makes sense!

SAM: Mmmhmm… oh… shit…

SAM puts the car in park and kills the engine. Soon as the doors open, there is a large commotion of sirens idly warning people to stay back and said people talking. The three shut the doors and make their way through the crowd.

JAMIE: Oi, we need to get through!

OLD WOMAN 1: Keep your fucking shirt on, lad. Not like we can get through.

JAMIE: Except that’s our job. We need to get through.

OLD WOMAN 2: Well, so’s that for us, but it’s not like we’re getting in any time soon.

JAMIE: Aye, you’ll get there; now just let us pass.

BISMUTH: Ma’am, the sooner we can get our jobs done, the sooner you can get to yours.

OLD WOMAN 2: Mmm, right, but you’re not going to get told off because the toilet’s not cleaned.

OLD WOMAN 1: At this rate, we won’t get in there until half-twelve, and…

SAM: Don’t worry! We’ll have it all under control! Our colleagues are taking care of things as we speak!

OLD WOMAN 1: They better!

The three make their way through the crowd. A siren whoops and there is plenty of murmuring.

BISMUTH: Ketja! Think we can get through?

There is now a new voice, deep and masculine and vaguely Slavic.

KETJA: Oh! A pleasant surprise, Director! Oi, look alive; we’ve got Mainframe brass!

The crowd gets fainter as KETJA brings them towards the building.

KETJA: What brings you up this way, ma’am?

BISMUTH: I’m here to set up the new communications hub, but when I got a text from Arwell about the situation…

KETJA: Understood. Are you the new local Communications Director?

SAM: I’m flattered, but…

JAMIE: That’s me; now who are you and what sort of fucking mess am I explaining away?

KETJA: I’m Major Ketja, the military liaison for the Glasburgh Auxiliary. That must mean you are Jamie and you are Sam. Apologies, but I’ve been a bit busy to hang around the base and meet people.

BISMUTH: Ketja has taken over a series of cases from the local authorities, which is why UNIT has responded to the scene.

JAMIE: …and why I gotta be here if all I need is some photos and details passed my way? So that there’s someone on-site to handle the fucking cunts that come sniffing about?

KETJA: It would be nice.

They go through an automatic door, the noise from outside fully being left behind them as they enter the casino. Idle slot machines on the far side of the room chirp cheerfully their wee slogans while UNIT members mill about.

JAMIE: Sweet Mary, what the fuck is that?!

KETJA: It used to be a Silurian who worked on the machines and cleaned overnight. As you can see, can’t really say its such anymore.

JAMIE: That wasn’t the photo you fucking showed me!

BISMUTH: I needed to make sure you’d come.

JAMIE growls in irritation.

SAM: …and you said this is the latest in a series?

KETJA: Correct. Arwell’s been doing a decent job of keeping it under wraps for us, but this is the most public one to-date. I believe you were there at the first one, were you not?

JAMIE: That time Malc stole m’car and took off to fucking Sterling with me still inside? Thought that was a Zygon, not a Silurian.

A beat.

JAMIE: Should that bit be that color?

BISMUTH (deadpan): Yes.

JAMIE: Fuck. I gave up smoking for this?

KETJA clears his throat.

KETJA: Victims have all been non-Human Tripartite, all who were occupying spaces they normally would alone, all having been viciously and repeatedly stabbed and mutilated. Ma’am, I’m going to need you to assist with authorizing and initiating security protocols, as this might require getting the Tripartite fully involved.

BISMUTH: All while MacDonald runs damage control?

KETJA: Precisely.

JAMIE: I’m on it, pet.

BISMUTH: You willingly let him recruit you, knowing he’s like this?

SAM: Pays well and doesn’t treat me like garbage. What can I say?

BISMUTH sighs and we hear her and KETJA walk away, their footfalls heavy with their boots on tile. JAMIE harrumphs.

JAMIE: I thought His Malcness said she was one of the more normal ones. Oh… yeah… that’s right… we can grab a wee bite here when the place opens…

SAM: Focus… we need to figure out what we’re going to tell the paps outside, as well as the Mecca corporates.

JAMIE: As far as they’re concerned, any publicity is good publicity, especially since the poor bloke didn’t die during business hours.

He hums thoughtfully.

JAMIE (shouts): Oi! Was this a bloke?

FORENSICS YUTZ (far off, bored): Signs point to “yes”.

JAMIE: Okay, so, the bloke wasn’t vivisected during business hours, so they won’t give a fuck in the end. They probably wouldn’t even give a fuck if he was, since he looks like he was the overnight caretaker, despite the fact those are some of the ones they need to give a fuck about the most…

SAM: Do you think we can spin this as an anti-immigrant attack if the paperwork’s right? Make it look like some arse got a bit carried away?

JAMIE: For now… bloody fucking Tories wouldn’t blink twice calling it an isolated incident. We can run with that as the prevailing theory. Oi, you; yeah, I’m talking to you, Brown Eyes. You got a report for me to run off?

BROWN EYES: Uh… yeah…

JAMIE: Thanks—you’re a peach.

Papers rustle.

JAMIE: Oh, good; Kate’s lot had him down as being a recent immigrant from Hyderabad with no family. This makes my life a piece of fucking cake. Might even be able to get this out of the news cycle by teatime AND not terrorize the Desis, since they have enough to fucking deal with.

SAM: Shit… yeah… anything else we can pull instead?

JAMIE: That’s what we got—might not be completely ethical, but it’s the best we got to work with. The fact he worked here might keep any nosy fucks from poking around too much.

A pause.

SAM: Okay, you actually lost me this time.

JAMIE: When was the last time you saw a headscarf in a Mecca?

A much longer pause.

SAM: Do we need to go over how many layers of stupid that was?

JAMIE: Well, do yeh?

SAM: It’s got it’s own orogeny named for it, Jamie! There’s striations! Should I go on?

JAMIE: Well, it’s not my fucking fault that the cunts couldn’t name the business for the life of them!

SAM groans loudly.

SAM (quietly): I gave up Broadland for this for fuck’s sake…

JAMIE: You’re playing Motherwell Rules now, mate.

SAM: I bet if we looked up “Motherwell Rules”, there’d be nothing about acting like a knob.

JAMIE: Look at me, Samantha… I’m a wee fucking cunt. If I don’t play the part, then I’ll be considered to be scheming, and that’s at-best. You really think I want to put ideas in their fucking heads?

SAM: Well, what would worst-case be?

JAMIE: That I’ve gone fucking soft. I plan on making this gig where I turn into the fucking bogeyman, and what sort of bogeyman’s softer than a geriatric tit?

SAM: Still, I want you to be careful, because you have the ability to insult hijabi and Irish grans who protect their permanents at the same fucking time. Jesus Christ.

JAMIE (smugly): I’m just that talented—you know that.

SAM (groaning): I guess.

She pats his shoulder.

SAM (strained): Go get ‘em. Yeah.

#fajrbismuth #The Thick of UNIT #The Thick of It #Doctor Who #fan fiction #Jamie MacDonald #Sam Cassidy #Fajr Bismuth #it still blows my mind that someone's using one of my OCs as a username lol #Major Ketja #I literally know nothing about him yet congrats #I also only know Mecca Bingo thanks to a Soothouse bit so congrats on that too #Jamie means well but he's also a feral wee gremlin