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kazhan-draws · 7 months
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Can you imagine having a huge crush on the local freak? Yeah neither can Billy. Hahaha. Ha. Ha.
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slicznymartwy · 8 months
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I’m not sure if your comfortable with it, but if it’s alright, can I request Billy Lenz and the reader (established relationship) having some sort of conversation on his past and the reader comforting him?
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this one is rlly sad im sorry :(( this is mostly hc since i've only ever watched the original 1974 film, so idk if this lines up with the canon from the other movies. from what i know about it, i think it's similar. no mention of agnes in this warning: sa of a minor mention, please do not read if that bothers you. also, reader insert was abused/beaten by their mom. very sad take care of yourselves please
☾⋆⁺₊ billy lenz x gn!reader
Night fills your bedroom and coats itself on the floors and walls, except for where the yellow streetlamp spills in past your curtains. Sparing a glance to the alarm clock on your bedside table, you see the time is so late it could already be considered early. 
Still, you can’t think about sleep; not when Billy is laying beside you and the house is blissfully empty, two things so rare that it almost seems serendipitous. You’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you keep staring at the ceiling and let the warmth of his body radiate into yours.
“Billy,” you whisper into the quiet room. “Are you asleep?”
You can hear him grunt and squirm beside you, and you feel bad for waking him. It wasn’t often he got a full night’s rest on a bed, and you knew for a fact that there was no mattress in the attic. There were only so many chances to have Billy and the house all to yourself, though, and you don’t want to squander it.
“Billy,” you say again, nudging him with your foot.
He grunts again, but it sounds more cognisant than before. He reaches over himself to pat your arm, almost like he’s quieting down a noisy cat, and you can feel his hand trail down to your own. His palm covers the back of your hand, and he threads his fingers in between yours, curling them down together. 
It’s a gesture so sweet that you’re tempted to let him fall back asleep. There’s no helping your addiction to him, though, and you tighten your fingers on top of his.
“I’m not tired,” you say with a pout. “I wanna talk.”
This time, Billy groans, low and long. You think it might be out of annoyance, but you can feel him stretching out beside you, straightening his long legs underneath the covers. He huffs when he’s done, eyes blinking open.
You love his pretty eyes, an orangey amber that you were always getting lost in, no matter how unsettling they could be. It always felt like he was staring into you, like he could see the marrow in your bones.
You loved his intensity. It made you feel alive when the rest of the world was tired and grey.
“Hi,” you say, reaching over with you unoccupied hand to touch his jaw. “I didn’t ask before. How was your day?”
He’s quiet for a long time, and you wonder if he can fall asleep with his eyes open, but then he says, “Bad.” 
The word hangs in the air. Billy’s face gives up nothing, a blank page with no words of his own to say. You frown and pull your hand back from his face to rest on your own chest. The other stays in his hold, neither of you willing to let go.
“I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, although it doesn’t surprise you when Billy shakes his head against your pillow.
“Okay.” You squeeze against his fingers again, pulling gently on his arm so that it rested more heavily on top of you. The bedroom air is quiet, but your mind continues to race. It’ll be good for him to get it off his chest, you tell yourself.
“Is it something old or something new?”
He thinks about your words for a while, but then you hear him mutter, “Old.”
“Bad memories?” you ask, looking back at him. He blinks at you, then nods.
“I get bad memories, too.” You lean against him slightly, and glance up at the ceiling. “From when you were a kid?”
This time, Billy shrugs. You know you shouldn’t push him, but your heart aches to see him hurt and to not have the rememdy.
You turn around and let go of him for only a moment. You search for his hand again, this time with the opposite one to press your hands together, palm to palm. Your fingers entwine so easily, so naturally, that it makes your heart ache.
Maybe he just needs to know he’s not alone in whatever bullshit he’s had to endure in his life. Maybe it will help to know that you have bad memories too.
“My mom used to hit me,” you admit quietly. You stare at the way your hands mesh together, with your nails polished and Billy’s own chewed up. “She used to take my stepdad’s belt and hit me with it. Used to just be the leather part, but then she would swing the buckle at me too. She broke a tooth, but it was just a baby one. My adult teeth grew in alright.”
You keep your voice casual as you speak, because facts are facts, and there’s no reason to get upset about something you can’t change anymore. Besides, you reminesce about your childhood so infrequently that it feels like it all happened to another person. 
You remember the beatings like you’re watching it happen to someone else – something else, because you don’t feel bad for them when they can’t sit at school because of the welts on their ass. You don’t bat an eye when their mom has to take them to the doctor to reset their broken nose.
“Bitch,” Billy spits out from beside you, and you have to laugh at the venom dripping in his voice.
“I don’t talk to her anymore,” you tell him, smiling sadly. You glance at him, but it’s hard to look at the mean look on his face. It probably isn’t for you, but your mind is traitorous and too sensitive.
Even worse, Billy could be mad on your behalf. No, you can’t think about that either, not when you’ve spent so long pretending that it didn’t really happen.
“Anyways. All that to say, I know what it’s like, having bad memories. You don’t have to tell me, just… I’m here for you,” you say, running your thumb along his hand where they’re still locked together.
“Want to,” he mutters, voice croaking unnaturally as he speaks in his own voice.
Quietly, you release his hand and instead wrap yourself around him, laying partially on top. He lets out a heavy sigh as you settle, with your arm coming up to rest by his head and your same-side leg resting over his hips. He watches the ceiling, and you watch his face from where you lay your ear to his chest
“Bad billy. Disgusting,” he mutters, and you pet his cheek with the back of your hand.
“I don’t think so.” You keep your voice careful and quiet, but he sighs and its agitated. Pent up memories start to overfill, and you can see it on his face.
“Mommy,” he starts, but his voice breaks and he coughs to clear his throat. “Mom. Fucking hate her. I hate her. Stupid fucking slut. She’s disgusting. Not me. Not Billy.”
You take your hand away from his face, watching how his expression continues to contort, mixing between anger and disgust and fear. It wrenches your heart in your chest.
“You’ve been so good, Billy. You’re not disgusting.”
“I hate her. I hate her,” he chants again. “Oh, Billy! Shut up!”
When he says his own name, it sounds like a feminine moan. You almost don’t understand, but the implication dawns on you only a moment later. It’s not difficult to piece it all together: his rage, the names he calls himself, the moan. You feel sick.
“Hey, we can stop,” you try gently, but Billy either doesn’t hear you or doesn’t want to stop.
“No one needs to know, Billy. Be a good boy.” You can’t look at his face anymore, the ugly way it scrunches up hurts you down to you core. Guilt claws at you from inside, and you wish you knew the right thing to say but you don’t. The truth, you decide, is enough for now.
“I hate her, too,” you tell him, and it sounds a little wet. You don’t let yourself cry, but your heart breaks for a younger Billy, afraid and confused. 
“That’s my mom,” he says. You don’t know what he’s trying to convey when he says that – if he wants you to pity her, or if he’s sharing his betrayal with you. He whines, a painfully soft noise that gets trapped in his throat.
Gently, carefully, you card your fingers through his hair where you can reach, and you kiss his shoulder.
“She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore,” you tell him, although you don’t know if it’s true. You do know that, as long as you’re by his side, there’s no way you’ll let that woman touch him again.
“I wish I could kill her,” he says through clenched teeth. His voice is thick, like he might be crying. You can’t bare to look. Billy’s grief melts into you like it’s thermodynamics, heat into cold, and you can only hope that you can take some of his and ease his mind.
“How would you do it?” you whisper, pressing your hand over his hammering chest.
“Cut… cut her head off. Smash it like a pumpkin. Oh, Billy! Good boy, Billy. Shut up!” His voice breaks when he shouts. He coughs, then gasps for air, his breath shaking as he fights against the tightenness in his throat. “I’ll turn her teeth into pumpkin seeds,” he snarls.
Without warning, you move yourself to lay completely on top of him, pressing against his body with your body weight. He groans, and you’re sure you must be squishing him, but he doesn’t complain. In fact, his arms come up around you, hooked under your arms and pressing you against him with his hands at your shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” you tell him, pressing your face against his neck. “You’re okay now. It’s just us in here. Just me and you.”
“I hate her,” he whimpers again. “I hate her. I hate her.”
You don’t say anything, because you don’t think there are any words that could possible take away his hurt without also being a complete lie. Underneath your body, you can feel Billy start to relax, grounded back to reality from the rotten memories playing in his head.
“I’m sorry today was a bad day. We can have a good one tomorrow,” you say. It’s an impossible thing to promise, but you mean it like one. You’ll make sure Billy has a good day, whether fate wants it or not.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll kill your mom too.”
“Thank you,” you say. You kiss his temple, and he leans into your lips.
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a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated
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randomnameless · 21 days
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Hi, i have seen you and some other posters talking about how Edelgard father was a puppet or working for the Agarthans and i was wondering do you have links or pictures that shows thos as i dont really have access to my game to check and im not sure where to het that kind of information from.
Sorry for any inconvenience or of i got the worng person.
No pbs anon !
Hubert explains it here :
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So per Hubert, Ionius was used as a puppet by Thales'n'pals and Thales'n'pals were the ones who experimented on her siblings!
I believe Her Majesty may have told you some of this herself.
Interestingly, while she told some stuff to Billy, she told them that it wasn't Uncle'n'pals who did the experiments... but Aegir who is canonically (per Ferdie's paralogue) Thales' prefered scapegoat.
Who also blames Aegir for what happened to her? Ionius himself!
When you were stolen away to the Kingdom... When the prime minister did those horrible things... I could only watch in horror.
So, on the one hand, we have Ionius and Supreme Leader blaming Aegir for the experiments and eluding the Agarthans -
On the other hand, we have Hubert blaming the Agarthans for the experiments as he reveals Ionius was their puppet, something Supreme Leader already knows (and apparently should have told Billy!)...
Between those two sources and facts, which one is the most trustworthy?
I'd say Hubert in a heartbeat - given how he has no reason to lie here, Aegir was already put under house arrest, so why "not blaming" him and instead pinning everything on the Agarthans ?
Unless... Aegir had no part in the experiments, only in the Insurrection, and when Arundel was slithere'd upon returning from Faerghus - after Solon got "acceptable results" in Ordelia - and started the experiments on the Hresvelg kids.
What was Ionius doing meanwhile? We don't know.
FE Fodlan refuses to give us more details about the Insurrection and the experiments on the Hresvelg children, we can only suppose things.
Ionius being a puppet of Arun-Thales and foddering children to get a "peerless emperor" is nothing but headcanon, and yet, it somehow fits with Vestra Sr, Hubert's own dad, rebelling against Ionius to protect - it's heavily implied - kid!Hubert himself. Volkhard (the real one!) hid his niece in Faerghus... for reasons? Why hiding her there - if she wasn't at risk in Enbarr? And who would have been targeting her ? The experiments didn't start, and given how the members of the Insurrection were happy to let Ionius alive (albeit as a figurehead), they would have had no interest in killing the Imperial children.
Again, it's all hc created from Hubert's support with Hanneman and this very own line, coming from Hubert himself : the games gives us two different narratives and leave it at that.
Per the Hresvelgs : Aegir led the experiments.
Per Hubert - backed up by Lysithea's background : Agarthans did it, and manipulated Ionius.
Who's right ? Canon says "dunno".
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angelunderheaven · 3 months
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don't kiss me, don't make me love you forever
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ickypuppi3 · 2 years
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sometimes i think about all the things that could’ve happened in billy’s life before they moved to hawkins and i just
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obessivedork · 3 months
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It's just how gameplay shook out for me but I reached max affinity with MacCready helping a ghoul kid find out what happened to his family and MAN sometimes things that work out so perfect that you WISH you'd wrote it or done it on purpose 😭🖤 Two very sad Dads doing the best for their sons helping ANOTHER lost kid find home because they can't be with their own kids right now but they can help Billy, dammit!
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punkmacabre-arc · 8 months
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every time i go into the constantine / hellblazer tag i leave viscerally scarred because genuinely what does danny phantom and herbert west from reanimator have to do with ANYTHING 😭
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sunwarmed-ash · 8 months
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Oh my GOD ITS DONE!!!
I actually FINISHED A WIP GUYS 😱😱😱
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Chapter 14 of You know what they say about assuming dropping tonight!!
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Rating: Explicit (sexual content, rec drug use, mentions of child abuse)
Ships: Steddiegrove, minor Buckingham
Tags: handkerchief code, cruising, M/M/M, F/F, spin the bottle, never have I ever, queer eddie munson, lesbian robin buckley, bi Chrissy Cunningham, bi steve harrington, gay billy hargrove, dick piercing, verse Eddie, Dom Steve, bottom Billy, just dudes being guys. (Show me your dick Steve...) Porn with plot, the polycule we deserved, plus our FAV lesbian
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oh thank god
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thatgirlwithasquid · 15 days
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yknow sometimes i wonder what kind of environment antis think theyre making cause when i first got into the st fandom i really wasn't that into billy. like. i enjoyed his character but i didn't love him
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carito-dorito · 1 year
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bro wtf a white mutual of mine started to rb anti billy takes and i had to instantly block em 💀
edit: they didn't harrass my friend but still acted weird but i confirm the thing with their mutual being weird towards someone else
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4kadhd · 6 months
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Some of you are really funny about astarion's racism because like...hes racist to a yt dude but I know in your list of characters you like theyve been worst and or actually racist against black ppl or committed war crimes or you watch shows that black ppl have told you from the jump were racist/antiblack but you dont put up any type of fuss when that happens.
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disdaidal · 1 year
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Sorry for coming to you for this. A mutual I've been following for years posted "If you still like harry potter in 2023 you deserve the electric chair" and tbh it's...scary. Tumblr is more hostile everyday. First the withhaunt for Billy fans now even HP. Can't one enjoy anything anymore in this world???? I don't follow JKR. I Don't support JKR. Demonizing a whole fandom and franchise though wishing death upon fans is going too far imho. Everyday I'm thinking on leaving tumblr for good.
As a long-time (unapologetic) Harry Potter fan and a fan of Billy, I feel ya there. I've had to unfollow and block people for posts like that because guess what: I don't come here to be judged over a fictional thing that I happen to like. 😒 Nor do I actually care about JK Rowling, so my bad I guess.
Wanting to leave Tumblr (or Twitter etc. etc.) under these circumstances is understandable. Fandoms and being a fan should be fun. Not an excuse to bully other people online or tell them to kill themselves because they disagree with you. 🤷‍♀️ Your own comfort and well-being should always come first.
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randomnameless · 3 months
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Are we ever going to get an in-universe explanation as to why Rhea sets a city with civilians still in it on fire at the end of CF, or is it forever going to remain the "devs wrote Rhea doing something evil so the audience wouldn't feel bad about killing the final boss who'd done nothing wrong up to that point, regardless of how grossly out-of-character it is for her to do that" excuse?
:(
I was typing an answer, switched tabs, and what I already typed disappeared...
Anyways...
Watsonian wise, the game iirc tells us Rhea intends to use the "fiery tiles" as hazards to slow down the BESF's progression to rekt them - and I personally find nice how the devs picked peg knights to act as reinforcments - cementing the "strategy" aspect of the Berning, aka Rhea's own troops are immunte to tile hazards, but the BESF isn't.
Doylist wise, I feel like it was one of the moves the devs pulled out to illustrate how far Rhea fell from... well, what she once was.
It's the culmination of her breakdown, her point of no-return : we came from a Rhea who valued Fodlan and its people more than her own survival and who would refuse to sacrifice anyone to ensure her safety to... a Rhea who lost so much (her remaining family), is PTSD'ing hard and was betrayed by Billy and Humanity "again", she snaps and now will sacrifice Fodlan and its people to get a chance of surviving what she perceives as the second act of the genocide of her species.
Forget the "not feeling bad" aspect of this fight anon, because, at least with the Jp audio, every scene involving Rhea, before this fight when she lost Seteth'n'Flayn, is in Tailtean, or even in this fight laments in her battle quotes, conveys, kuddos to Inoue, anguish, desperation and anger.
The BESF pushes her - during the entire length of this short route - to her breaking point, she breaks (but it's not only a furious/angry breakdown!) and Firdhiad Berning is the consequence.
Imo, even if the gapmoe and the Supreme Court tries to act as if the BESF is "in the right" or wonder what's for dinner, the foes are much more humanised/developed/are mourning on screen that, save for some devoted people, I firmly believe Tru Piss wasn't supposed to be seen as a "Good Route", but more like the Tales games sometimes have a "Bad End" path.
The final close-up on Billy's dead eyes after they lost Nirvana is, imo, telling enough - even if gapmoe and the game mechanics + IS' obsession to sell you Supreme Leader as a S material waifu you can romance sort of killed this intent, since you can get your "and they lived happily ever after" ending and marry Supreme Leader.
Tl;Dr : Tru Piss is written in a way that would make anyone (even on a first PT!) feel bad about the people you're trouncing, from Judith crying about Ignatz'n'Leonie's loss of their future, to Hilda sacrifying herself to save someone against her former nature, aka when it comes to do the "right thing" Hilda will do it even if it costs her life, to Faerghus' desperation to defend themselves at the point of willingly make the ultimate sacrifice and turning into demonic beasts and Dimitri's tender scene with Dedue, or Felix and Rodrigue fighting side by side to defend their land (and dying together) - to ultimately, Rhea losing her mind, breaking down as she learns of her kin's fate and relieving her previous PTSD hard, ultimately telling the player that they betrayed the gremlin living in their head (even if game mechanics means that gremlin is the worst mother in the entire series) and ultimately, herself.
If you're not a first PT, but Tru Piss is your last PT and you know about Rhea'n'Billy's backstories... Well.
I don't like the "you made hit you" rhetoric because it fucking sucks and irl is used by scum, and while I don't think the Firdhiad Berning was made to make Rhea look "evil" so you wouldn't feel bad for rekting her... the game painfully reminds the player, each time, that they are the instigators of this war, they are the agressors attacking people who, in this last map, will do anything to defend themselves.
It's ugly but it's the War the BESF, aka the player in Tru Piss, started/supported.
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ickypuppi3 · 1 year
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ok as much as i hate the babysitter steve thing i do think it can be fun when you add billy into the mix like
billy pointing to will and el and being all “ok well these are mine.. and i guess i’m stuck with maxine so uh- you can have the shitty boys”
and steve being all “ok first of all why the hell do i have to have mike like.. that’s so unfair? second of all-”
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queerstudiesnatural · 8 months
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at least i have my siblings
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