#edit: oh yeah almost forgot to add

[themetallicnemesis]

I finally got to watch lotus lantern a while ago, and i wanted to draw chenxiang with my swk

#jttw #sun wukong #lotus lantern #liu chenxiang #art #my art #edit: oh yeah almost forgot to add #i based my chenxiang design a lot on some of antidotefortheawkwards art so you guys should really check out his stuff

[fangirl-dot-com]

Chapter 6 - Ok It’s Happening! Everyone Stay Calm!

This chapter is going to span Tuesday night into Wednesday night. Nothing really happens in between the initial post and family dinner, so I tried to add some things to fluff it up. You finally get to read a bit of reader-lore. The next chapter, “Family Dinner,” will be posted Wednesday night. Enjoy and don’t forget to comment to be added to the tag list :D 

Arthur had to leave early Monday morning. You were sad, but were thankful that he was able to come spend a few nights with you. You almost forgot why you were in London in the first place. 

Oh yeah, to become one of the best freaking F1 drivers there ever were. You could see the TikTok edits now. You hoped there would be at least one with an Olivia Rodrigo song in the background. Or maybe Taylor Swift? The possibilities were endless. 

You were able to drive the car a few more times in the span of Monday and today. You really felt like you were becoming more familiar with it. One of the last times, they put you into the RB-19, just to get a feel for it for Vegas. 

Speaking of Vegas, something popped up on your Instagram that you just had to share with Vito. 

“Hey Vito, can you find me someone to marry while I’m in Vegas?” you nonchalantly asked while the two of you were having breakfast. He nearly spit out his orange juice. 

“Excuse me?” he responded while wiping his mouth with the nice cloth napkin. The brunch place was very high end. You ended up getting pancakes though, while Vito got something you didn’t even want to try to pronounce. 

“Well, there’s this Formula 1 wedding chapel, and I thought, how cool would it be to get married there while it’s up? So, I thought I’d ask to see if you could find me someone.” 

Vito took a deep breath before massaging his brow. He was “this close” to quitting. But he would never do that to you. Instead, he said, “Kid. You cannot get married in Vegas.” 

He thought you would have put up more of a fight, but you just shrugged and stuffed your mouth full of another bite of pancake. He shook his head as he tried to take another sip of his drink. The breakfast went well after that. You didn’t try to bring it up, but somehow, you would find your way to this chapel. Even if you weren’t going to get married. 

As the two of you walked out of the building, you angled your body to Vito. “So, what do I have to do?” 

He looked at his phone, “So you have to approve your helmet. And then we have to take some pictures for your post tonight. Tomorrow we have a flight to catch that will take us to Vegas. After, you will get settled at the hotel and then eat dinner with the team.” 

“Geez, that seems like a lot doesn’t it?” You opened the driver door to your vehicle. Vito had said that it was your time to drive. You wanted to argue that every other waking moment was spent behind the wheel, but you knee that he wanted to be the passenger princess for once. He said that was not the case as he couldn’t handle you picking Country Girl by Luke Bryan one more time.

He said he even heard the song in his dreams. 

You thought that was total madness. How could someone get tired of Luke Bryan. Maybe Daniel would listen to it with you at some point, if the two of you got close enough. Vito had walked around the car, got in, and started to buckle. 

Using the button to start the car, the engine came to life. You carefully backed out of the parking space and pulled onto the road. Per the request of the Vito and Mitch, you were to return to RB to go over some last-minute paperwork and things of that nature. 

Since the drive was so familiar by now, the time seemed to fly by even faster. You knew what you were doing. It was crazy to think that just last week, you were winning your F2 championship with no future plans. And now you were pulling up to headquarters like it was just another Tuesday. 

Time was weird like that. 

At the building, you almost cried when you saw your helmet. You wanted to make a joke, but decided against it. You could do that later over the radio in free practice one. It was everything that your little F1-loving heart ever wanted. The white and silver had a great contrast. But your favorite part was the glitter. You tried it on and had a couple of pictures taken. You let them know which ones were your favorites. 

You later found yourself in a conference room going over last-minute legal things. Vito made sure that you knew what you were getting into with a multi-year contract and how much it would damage you if you were to break it. You were still 100 percent with it all. You also discussed what picture you wanted to use for their official statement. You picked one that had been taken after your first F2 win of the 2023 season. You sheepishly smiled when they pointed out the Mercedes logo, but you told them that it was there since you had won a sponsorship to help pay for everything. You had no loyalties to the other British team. 

��All right, I think that wraps things up. Any questions, comments, or concerns?” one of the lawyers asked as he packed his things up. 

With multiple shakings of heads, he bid farewell and left the room. 

Now that it was just you, Mitch, and Vito, you spun your chair to face the two of them. You felt like a villain out of a movie as you put your hands together.

“Mitch, did you bring the special thing that I asked for?” you said in a darker tone, wanting to feel mysterious. 

She rolled her eyes as she got up and walked to a clothing bag that was laying on the end of the table. She brought it back over and laid it over your lap. 

You unzipped the bag and stared at the item. It was a vintage Red Bull bomber jacket. Just the sight wanted to make you cry. 

You stood up and carefully put the jacket on. You turned towards Mitch and Vito. 

“How do I look?” you asked. Now you were getting shy. You might be loud with people you were comfortable with, but you always put people’s opinion of you over anything else. They both had comforting smiles. 

“I think you were born to wear that jacket kid,” Vito said, with almost tears in his eyes. 

“Same here Y/n. You truly belong with us,” Mitch said as she gave you a hug. You let a few tears fall when doing so. It had been long since you really felt accepted somewhere. 

With your parents, you constantly wanted their approval, but never got it. That drove you to be the best at everything. People always told you to quit in F4, but you slowly rose above them as you entered F3. There, people told you that you, a girl, did not belong in F3. You were only 15 at the time. 

You proved them wrong as you became the first female to join the ranks of F2 two years later. You spent 3 years fighting for your hard earned right to be there. It got easier with the help of friends, but you always wanted more. One more chance to prove yourself. And you got that with the F1 seat. 

“Could we take a few pictures for me to post later?” Mitch and Vito agreed. You three found a nice spot on a hidden balcony. It basically looked like you were on the sidewalk, but you wouldn’t take that risk. It was too close and you had people right where you wanted them. 

You had grabbed an iconic can of Red Bull on your way out and cracked it open to pose with it. It took a good 30 minutes for you to get the pose correctly. 

While going through those photos, you spoke up. 

“Did you know that my first kart had the Red Bull logo on it. I loved that thing, even if I crashed it multiple times.” You chuckled at the memories. 

“What goes around comes around,” Vito muttered as he went through the photos. 

“Reminds me of that Taylor Swift sound on Tik Tok. It’s been a long time coming.” 

Mitch gave a playful scoff, “You should use that as your caption.” You hadn’t thought of that! Mitch definitely thought that you wouldn’t, but the look on your face showed her that you really wanted to do it. She, once again, rolled her eyes at your antics. But, she herself was comforted by your easy-going personality. She had only known you for a couple of days, but you were becoming very dear to her. 

You were becoming very dear to everyone. Every worker was amazed at your talent. A few even compared you to Sebastian Vettel and their very own champion Max Verstappen. But Mitch wouldn’t tell you that in fear of scaring you off. It was a big thing to be compared to the two legends, but you didn’t need that pressure on you. You already had been through so much. Vito had let Mitch know before of what has happened with past race strategists. She never wanted to be like what you’ve had to deal with. 

You now were beginning to explain the entirety of why Taylor Swift was re-recording her albums in the first place. Your hands were pointing at invisible objects in the air while Vito just stood and listened. Mitch thought it would be hilarious to see you and Max discuss race tactics. 

There was the Maxsplaining and the Leclerifying. Now you would be Y/n-strating (illustrating but with your name in front). 

“And that is why we don’t like Scooter. We’re gonna come for his ankles before he can come for ours. Mother never told us to be nice to him,” you gestured as you finished your rant. Vito looked bored to death while Mitch was just smirking at the two of you. You wondered what she was thinking about. 

Oh well. She could read your mind but you couldn’t read hers. 

When it got dark, you and Vito headed back to hotel to pack before you were supposed to be at the hotel. Riggs, Lacy, Mitch, and other personnel would be flying out with you. There would be no commercial flight, instead there would be a private plane for everyone. You couldn’t wait, since this would be the first time to fly privately. 

There was really nothing different to it until you actually got on the plane. Security was the same and the private lounge area wasn’t much different than the ones you had already been to. There were fewer seats on the plane, but everyone fit comfortable. 

You were excited that you didn’t have to pay for WIFI on the plane to watch your TV shows. There were a couple of Brooklyn 99 episodes that you hadn’t seen yet. Once those were finished, you told yourself that you’d take a quick nap and wake up way before you landed. 

That was a lie. 

You practically slept the entire way there, and was only awoken by the plane landing. You were excited to be back in the states. You hadn’t been in years. Texas would always be your favorite state though, since you lived there for 5 years when you were in your teens. You had begged Arthur and Ollie to go with you once, but they declined and you ended up not going. You couldn’t wait to drive at COTA. 

The nap really helped as you weren’t exhausted when you got to the hotel. Vito told you though that you had time to sleep before you needed to wake up the next morning. But the nerves were getting to you. 

At 9 a.m. Red Bull would be posting the statement. Which reminded you to do the same. You inhaled sharply as you picked the pictures on your Instagram. You were able to find a picture of your old kart, and you definitely used Mitch’s suggestion for the caption. You tagged Red Bull before posting and turning off your phone. You could deal with everything tomorrow morning when you had gotten a good night’s sleep.  

Well, that good night’s sleep was way too short for your liking. Your alarm sounded way too loud and interrupted the nice dream that you were having. It was something about marrying some dude at the F1 chapel. You just couldn’t get it out of your mind. 

You took a shower to at least feel better. The staleness of the plane air clung to you throughout the night. Should you have showered after sending the world into a panic? Yes. But did you? No. Your phone might as well have combusted last night. Turning on the front screen, there were thousands upon thousands of notifications. You simply swiped left and deleted them all. 

Opening your Instagram, it was worse. Your face was everywhere. Happily, enough, almost everything was a positive outlook. Only a few bad ones stood out, but you knew better than to look. While scrolling, you were interrupted by a face time request from Ollie. You quickly picked up and were met with the sight of his face. With jaw dropped, he just stared at you. 

“Hello to you to?” 

You pulled the phone away from your face as he started screeching. You just listened as he ranted for another 10 minutes before he went silent. 

“You done?” you deadpanned. 

“Uh, yeah. I think so.” 

“Ok good.” You went on to tell him about everything that happened in the past week. He definitely whined when you told him that Arthur knew before he did. He demanded that you tell him next time. And you told him that you hoped that there wouldn’t be a next time. You were determined to stay with Red Bull for as long as possible. 

After the phone call, you kind of just chilled around the room all day. Dinner wasn’t until later and you had time to get ready. 

After watching episodes upon episodes, you saw that you needed to get ready. With your trusty playlist, cans of hair spray, your makeup, and your curling iron – you were ready for the battle that was looking perfect for dinner. 

Each curl had to be calculated, each face product must be weighed to the exact suggested amount. Did you do either? No. 

You just did it how you normally did, and somehow you got it done. You took a quick picture and posted it on your story. The dress you picked was black. A long slit showed just enough leg, while there was only one sleeve. You paired it with some gold heals. You only hoped it wasn’t too much, but you wanted to make a good impression. Vito had gotten the go ahead from Christian beforehand. The restaurant was supposed to be of the upmost hoity-toity-ness and you hoped you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself. 

With a knock on your door, you knew it was time to meet the family.  

(Your story)

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[koinotame]

boob windows. that's it that's the fic

word count: 1.1K content warnings: this is meant to be yandere au and sagau/self aware au so uh. hint of that, but mostly just crack. nothing Super Nsfw but the whole thing is raunchy and suggestive humour

characters included: mostly ei, but childe, kaeya and briefly zhongli also make an appearance with some others mentioned

a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! this was on my to-edit-&-repost list for a while now and this seemed like a good day to do so lol. alas this was originally written before the sumeru release so while editing there wasn't really an opportunity for me to add in wriothesley apparently out-butting zhongli or lyney's tigh high garters and i only just realised kaveh could technically also count here so uh. forgive me. i'll write something for them some day

"is… is everything alright, your grace?"

you loudly suck up another boba pearl, not moving your gaze from where it’s been lodged the past several minutes. "mm, everything’s fine."

ei fidgets in front of you, the cup held tightly in her hands still almost full. she looks unsure, but decides that she knows better than to question you. "if you say so."

it’s clear this isn’t what she had in mind when she personally came to see you instead of sending the raiden shōgun to greet and attend to you. the one time she comes out of her plane, all you’re seemingly doing is ignoring all table manners and gawking at her chest.

yes, that’s right, you’re ogling her chest. or, more accurately, you’re ogling her tiddy window.

between her and kaeya, she’s showing off much more chest. but then kaeya knows what he’s doing, while ei just seems to have it there for convenience over aesthetic…

you squint at her while you get lost in thoughts, and ei’s fidgeting intensifies.

ah shit. you forgot about itto. he wins in terms of who shows off their chest the most, you guess. he’s even wearing that… you’re not sure what to call it but tit belt fits well enough. anyway, the tit belt accentuates his pecs very, very nicely, although they do hide his nips from sight. alas.

you suppose gorou and cyno also exist, but they don’t have the same appeal. oh, and navia and la signora, but both of them are just wearing a sleeveless, collarless dress, so you’re not sure that counts either.

but then by that argument, does itto count? he’s not even wearing a shirt. cyno isn’t wearing a shirt either. and what gorou has is more of a tummy window than anything… but he does have that little window?

between gorou and childe, gorou is definitely winning though. you’d apologise for slandering your poor ajax but between the little triangle he shows off and gorou’s entire tummy out… you’re not sorry. though… there’s something to be said about a small slither of skin inviting you to stick your hands into that gorou having his whole tummy out doesn’t have.

wait, wait. you just had a genius idea. actually, two.

first of all, zhongli with a tiddy window… you are considering. then again, you guess his biggest asset is his bubble butt.

second, and way bigger: an idol group with some of your characters… but they all have tiddy windows.

"…your grace?"

you’re brought out of your stupor by ei, who is gazing in concern at you. you blink at her.

she struggles to find words. "are… are you sure everything is alright? is something not to your liking?"

it’s then that you realise you’ve started drooling at some point. shit.

you hurriedly wipe at it and clear your throat. "yeah, I’m sure. sorry, were you saying anything?"

she looks taken aback. "no, please don’t apologise. I should be the one to… I shouldn’t have interrupted your thinking."

it’s then that childe happens to walk by, and, like the attention hog he is, tries to get a foot into the conversation. you stay mostly unresponsive while the two chat (which seems to be mostly childe trying to hold a conversation with you while ei admonishes him), your eyes drifting back to ei’s tiddy window.

you really could stare at that for the rest of your life.

childe then follows your line of sight and chokes.

…though more because of him trying to laugh while choking on the dango he was eating than embarrassment at having caught onto your very appropriate thoughts.

ei looks confused but makes no move to help him other than pushing his head away from the table so he doesn’t make a mess. you honestly can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed.

he finally manages to swallow properly (you almost want to pat him on the back and praise him for swallowing like a good boy) before turning to you.

"do you want me to strip? my chest looks much nicer, I assure you."

you and ei stare at him.

he raises his eyebrows, pointing at her. "her skin looks way too soft and pampered." she looks almost offended. "mine’s covered in scars and I have actual muscles, doesn’t that feel much better for fondling?"

"what if…" you lean closer to him mischievously, like you’re about to tell him some big secret. "I prefer soft chests?"

he deflates. ei flushes, ducking her head into her still-near-full cup of bubble tea. "well, if that’s what you prefer… I can’t get rid of the scars, but I can stop working out. hmm…" he looks like he’s starting to make serious plans.

"no, I honestly don’t really care. all tiddy is good tiddy." you clap your hands. "anyway! it’s more about the boob window. you already have a (sad) tummy window, so it wouldn’t work."

"why not? wouldn’t that be double the sexy?"

"no, it cancels out."

you’re going to ignore whatever gorou has going on, because that works pretty well.

ei looks unfathomably lost.

"and anyway, if we’re talking about tummy windows, gorou wins."

he deflates further.

then he perks up.

"what about…" he brings his fingers to his face. you think it’s an attempt at looking cool. "butt window?"

you deadpan. "have fun getting arrested for public indecency."

he winks at you. "I wouldn’t mind getting arrested if you’re the one punishing me."

you have to physically hold the electro archon back.

"why, I wasn’t expecting to run into any of you here. what are you three up to?" kaeya’s voice cuts through ei’s snarls all of a sudden. he seems amused, but there’s an edge in the way he eyes childe.

"I am definitely sexier than any archon or soldier," childe says at the exact same time that you say "we’re discussing tiddy windows."

kaeya lets out something between a snort and a chuckle. it’s a pretty sound, but you can’t let yourself be distracted by him. he knows what he’s doing.

"oh? in that department, don’t I win?"

you stare intently at his.

"do you want to touch?"

you move your stare to his face. "am I allowed to?"

he smiles, mirth in his eye. "you needn’t ask. all of me belongs to you, and that includes my chest."

you seriously consider it and childe takes the opportunity to shove himself between the two of you.

"wait, wait! I offered first! ignore him, I’m right here!" "your grace," ei cuts in, "if you’d like to, I don’t mind you touching any part of me."

"ugh, fine, fine! I’ll just sample all of you then. if you’re sure you’re okay with it."

zhongli, somehow, picks the absolute worst moment to walk in.

the look on his face is priceless (you can’t tell if he looks offended or jealous), but even that doesn’t compare to the feeling of soft tiddy in your hands.

you were right, tiddy windows really are the best.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #self aware au #self aware genshin #not sfw #lime #realistically ei probably WOULD have muscles (if not more than him) but. 1. none of the nonhuman characters in this game look like #they have an appropriate amount of muscle #and 2. the shogun is a puppet that presumably doesn't have actual muscles in the same sense as humans do in the first place. so. #i THINK this was supposed to take place in your teapot (hence why everyone is there despite logistics) but imagine whatever you want

[larkspurglove]

OH MY GODDD THE NEW TRAILBLAZE MISSION IT’S SO GOOD BUT ALSO NONE OF MY THOUGHTS ARE COHERENT AAAAA

Major spoilers for 2.1 ahead!!!!

So first off to the people that voted for Aventurine and Sunday in this poll how does it feel to be right?

ANYWAY THAT WHOLE ENDING WAS FUCKING INSANEEEE, Aventurine walking INTO the Nihility????? And he might not ever come back???? Acheron showing off the true extent of her emanator powers?????? Gallagher being the twist villain and also somehow in control of Something Unto Death???? What the fuck?!

My brain is a mess right now I’m just rotating all of the story in my brain and a hundred miles a minute. The next stuff is just going to be me word vomiting my reaction to stuff in a vaguely chronological order.

First off I LOVEEE how Aventurine-focused the Trailblaze mission was. I was kind of assuming it would be a 50/50 split between focusing on Acheron and focusing on Aventurine but it seems like they’re saving Acheron’s backstory for 2.2 or 2.3.

The little appearance of Boothill??? And how he immediately threatens violence?????? Just a silly guy I can’t wait for him in 2.2 I wanna see them fight. Also I wonder if Constance is making empty promises because it’s possible.

Back to Aventurine, DAMNNN I knew his backstory would be tragic but it’s even more gut wrenching than I expected. The reference in his achievements too??? ‘What do you want Sibyl?’ ‘I want to die.’ THE PROGRESSION FROM AVENTURINE STICKING WITH THIS UNTIL THE END WHERE EVEN THOUGH HE COULD POSSIBLY DIE FOR REAL YET HE DECIDES FO CONTINUE FORWARD BECAUSE EVEN IF WE’RE BORN TO DIE THERE’S A POINT IN LIVING LIFE AND PREPARING FOR THAT INEVITABILITY???? OH MY GOD.

Sunday’s also a scary dude. Maybe being an emanator does that to people but when he did that Harmony mindfuckery on Aventurine I was almost certain that he was going to die because of that. I was also SO pissed at Ratio for selling Aventurine out only to learn they were actually double crossing SUNDAY was insane. I’m glad he finally got to be angry about Robin’s death towards the end though, most of the downtime between 2.0 and 2.1 has been me wondering ‘man his sister just died why doesn’t he feel more distressed.’

Ngl I’m probably gonna dedicate a whole post to Aventurine in this update because 90% of the time I was playing the quest I was either thirsting over him, internally sobbing for him, thinking he was gonna die, or waiting to get back to his POV.

Gallagher is one hell of an enigma because Sunday implies that he’s made up of different ‘aspects’ of each Family member who’s died over however long the dreamscape deaths have been happening, yet he has a past with Siobhan and apparently knew Mikhail??? Like what the fuck????? How long has this been going on????

(Edit: so the use of ‘enigma’ was NOT a pun, when I played the trailblaze quest someone goofed up and forgot to add the line where Sunday calls Gallagher a follower of The Enigmata. Yeah that’s a pretty big lore drop to forget to add.)

I do wish it was foreshadowed slightly better though because the most we get is him being very vaguely sad about his past and also like two people going ‘who the hell is Gallagher.’

One thing I didn’t expect to happen was for a ‘Sam is Firefly’ reveal. Like I had seen the leaks before (not out of my own will sadly) and kind of expected for it to be a 2.2 reveal. Either way yayyyy Firefly is alive!!!

I’m sad that we didn’t really have an Acheron and Welt team up, or at least that we didn’t see more of it. It was kind of hyped up to be a whole B-plot but turned out to only be a few scenes. I’m not complaining because we get a little teeny bit of Welt characterisation but I’m still sad.

I like how Sparkle kind of just shows up to either be a nuisance or a conveniently timed piece to move the plot forward. It’s very fitting with being a Masked Fool.

There’s a lot more I want to scream about but it’s all Aventurine related and I’m gonna save it for its own dedicated post.

2.1 is so fucking good 2.2 and 2.3 better stick the landing.

#honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine hsr #Penacony #hsr spoilers #2.1 spoilers #Penacony spoilers #hsr gallagher #Gallagher hsr #sunday hsr #hsr sunday #Acheron hsr #hsr Acheron #boothill hsr #hsr boothill #firefly hsr #hsr firefly #sam hsr #hsr sam

[eeeeuuughggg]

ticci toby hcs

toby definitely has holes or rips in a lot of his clothing. majority of his socks would have holes and half of his sweaters + pants/jeans have rips. he also wears grandpa sweaters, you cannot argue with me on this. 

to add on to this, he also has a lot of band merch. band tees, tote bags, stickers, pins, whaaatever. he treats them like they're ancient artefacts, so most of them are pretty clean and have a surprisingly minimal amount of tears, rips, or holes.

he probably also buys signed CD's, posters or just special edition presses of vinyls. he went to an evanescence concert once and it's probably his favourite concert he's been to.

i'd say a good amount of the creeps underestimate his intelligence due to the fact that he probably isn't the best at expressing himself in words or actions. he fucking HAAATES feeling small or little in comparison to his peers - after all, he's just as smart as they are. he shouldn't be treated like he's beneath them. 

i feel like tobias would randomly stare at people. he doesn't understand that he's making them uncomfortable. he just stares at them. their body language. he tries to figure out every little emotion they're feeling by analysing the way they carry themself, their posture - whatever. 

he's such a midwestern emo. anyone who says he isn't is a big fat stinking LIAR!!! he definitely listens to loser music, too. dude listens to weezer. (self projecting a little here)

toby is awkward. he's really loud. i think he would have auditory processing disorder. he speaks really loud and someone will tell him "hey, keep it down dude" and he's confused. huh ???? he was speaking normally ???? 

it's also like that one picture. 

"hey do you wanna get french toast" 

"sorry can you say that again"

"do you wan-"

"oh shit yeah actually i heard you let's get french toast"

also i know i said this in my other post but he has the weirdest fucking contact names for everyone in his phone. he probably has jeff or tim (if you hc or whatever they're in the same universe) saved as "cocksucker mcgee"

he probably kinda stinks. doesn't like showers because of the water. he may not have any temperature perception but he fucking hates water. he doesn't like the way it feels on his skin. it's just icky.

toby probably puts on eyeliner sometimes. it's like that diary of a wimpy kid scene when frank asks rodrick if he's wearing eyeliner. i dunno who frank would be in this scenario but it's true.

he'd walk up to nina and ask to borrow her eyeliner. i forgot to clarify by eyeliner i mean black waterline pencils.

on roadtrips toby is almost always in control of the aux. @tobyislame has a REALLY fucking good toby playlist. (sorry for the @ by the way, whoopsies)

toby hoards things. he collects things, then will refuse to get rid of them even though they serve literally no purpose. he probably has a bunch of rocks with googly eyes stuffed away in a shoebox in his closet.

also,, he's probably allergic to bees.

#creepypasta #crp #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs #crp headcanons #crp hcs #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby hcs #toby rogers headcanons #toby rogers hcs #tobias erin rogers #tobias erin rogers headcanons #tobias erin rogers hcs #headcanons #hcs

[oogaboogaspookyman]

V REF!!!! MY BELOVED VABE GETS A REF!!!

Under the cut because, again, my humour isn't everyone's cup of tea (still sorry), but also because there's hints of self loathing and suicidal thoughts, and overall it's. Kinda dark and spooky (there's a Walten Files face)

So changes! First being she's similar to Uzi now! Yes it's for story reasons!

She's sorta rebellious now, only follows rules because she has no other choice anyway so why not have at least a little fun on the job?

She's kindaaaa... Angy, all the time. She pretty much has a resting bitch face, in a way

There's a way to fluster her and only N knows it (he doesn't do it tho) ((later down the line, Uzi learns it and absolutely abuses the shit out of this knowledge))

Honestly i don't think i can change her much, she's perfect as is (says the simp)

She's well aware of her looks and later in the story she'll make use of this fact on Uzi and N

Yes those are stickers on her, and she painted flames on her stinger! Yes the 💢 sticker was put on her hand and another of sharp teeth on her thigh. Yes she did just put a thunder sticker on her hip

Also a winky silly face sticker on her claws hand lol

She's cute and fun heehee

Edit: oh yeah almost forgot uhhh her other name is Vanny lol

Edit 2 Electric Boogaloo: i made a digital version of this ref but i added her scarf because i was bored and remembered she's supposed to wear the scarf and i didn't wanna redo the previous art to add it so i made sure to make this digital version worth the trouble

I had fun heehoo

#murder drones #serial designation v #Murder Drones: WELCOME HOME #spooker's art #spooker's retake

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

Back in town Part 1 gender neutral reader (the black phone fic)

Edit: Changed the title since this fic finally has a name, also part two is up

Also also forgot to add this, but this fic happens around five years after the movie so it's around 1983, and they are either 18 or 19

Also also also if you want me to tag you in the next parts I upload just tell me in the comments

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"Students, please welcome our new student," Miss Miller said as she pointed gently at the student that stood beside her.

"Would you please present yourself, dear," She prompted.

"The name's (F/N), nice to meet you," (F/N) said.

"Would you mind telling the class where you come from?" She asked.

"My dad and I moved back here actually,"

"Oh really, so you lived here before,"

"Yeah, my dad's job made us move at least twice a year, but he got a position that let him settle down," (F/N) scratched the back of their head growing more and more uncomfortable with all the attention on them.

"Welcome back then, if you may, please go sit next to Dylan," She said, and (F/N) sighed silently thanking god that the presentation was finally over.

(F/N) quickly made their way to the chair and sat sparing a look at the kid who the teacher had called Dylan before but what had caught (F/N)'s attention was the book on his desk, he was looking out of the window but seemed to feel (F/N)'s stare and turned.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"You like Stephen King?" (F/N) asked with a smile and this seemed to surprise the boy as his previous hostile behavior shifted completely.

Timeskip

The bell rang for lunch.

"Wanna spend lunch together?" (F/N) asked, during the class they had both been chatting while the teacher didn't notice.

"Sure," Dylan said with a smile.

They both walked to the cafeteria while talking about different things, jumping from subject to subject.

As they waited in line they didn't notice when a taller guy approached them and cut in line in front of Dylan.

Dylan said nothing but this made (F/N) even angrier at the dude.

"Oi, we were here first," (F/N) said as they pulled the guy from the shoulder.

"What did you say to me?" The guy asked threateningly.

"You heard me, we were here first," (F/N) repeated not backing down.

"(F/N), leave it," Dylan tried to pull (F/N) back.

"You the new one?" The guy asked with an amused look on his face.

"Does little Dily have a new friend?" He taunted.

"Oi, watch it," (F/N) warned and the guy held his hands up in mock defeat.

"Your new, so I'll give you the chance to learn the big mistake you just made, and tomorrow you can come and apologize to me, newbie,"

"The hell do you-"

"(F/N) please," Dylan pleaded and (F/N) quieted down.

"Let little Dily tell you how this place runs, he is quite familiar with it after all," The boy said before walking away.

It was here that (F/N) finally noticed how almost the entire cafeteria had been watching the encounter.

"Who the hell was that?" (F/N) turned to Dylan who looked about to pass out.

"Dylan?"

"That was Vance Hopper, he's um....he's real bad news, he and his friends," Dylan said as they quickly took their lunch and went to an empty table.

"So a bunch of assholes?" (F/N) said but Dylan immediately rushed her.

"You, don't want them hearing you say that, trust me,"

"Alright, at least explain to me who they are," (F/N) said after a long sigh.

"Well, they are six in total, the one you just met is Vance Hopper, he isn't usually as calm as he was back there,"

"The group was previously kidnapped by a spycopath, he was called the Grabber,"

"Oh, I do remember reading something about it in the news a few years back, it was national news,"

"Yeah, well, I don't know why he thought kidnapping six kids and keeping them in the same place was a good idea, but they managed to overpower and kill him as they tried to escape,"

"I see,"

"But if you ask me, I think they were never able to truly escape the nightmare that they lived, or at least to truly move on," Dylan said barely above a whisper.

"Then what is up with the rules he was talking about?" (F/N) asked.

"Well, there aren't many, and honestly as long as you avoid them you should never need to follow or even acknowledge them, but in case there are four,"

"One, don't ever talk back to them,"

"Two, if they tell you to do something you do it,"

"In my case, Vance makes me either save his spot in line or bring him lunch,"

"Three, you don't interfere with their business with others,"

"The next one is for those who had really bad luck and sort of became their errand boys or some even call them...toys," Dylan said a bit red in the ears.

"And four, you don't do anything they haven't told you to do or you'll get the beating of your life, if they say jump you say how high, if they tell you to stay in school you stay even if it's the weekend,"

"What?" (F/N) asked in disbelief.

"No matter what, leaving for class, going home, everything, they need to follow their instructions to the letter," Dylan said his eyes cast down.

Dylan's expression made (F/N) pale.

"Dylan, are you?"

"No, god no," Dylan assured.

"But most errand boys were their primary focus of bullying or who weren't on the best of terms with them and I'm not in the best position with them right now," Dylan admitted looking away.

"Dylan, if you need help I'll-"

"No, please, just stop, you'll just get on their bad side if you do anything, besides, we've barely talked for a day, so just apologize tomorrow and stop talking to me," Dylan said his eyes glassy as if he wanted to cry.

(F/N) remained silent for a moment.

"Well, too bad, I like you and you're stuck with me," (F/N) shrugged making Dylan look at her with wide eyes.

"And I don't give two shits about some kid's issues, if they bother you again I'll make them regret it," (F/N) said with conviction.

The bell rang, lunch was over and so was their conversation it seemed as they walked in silence.

"Hey, what subject do you have after this?" (F/N) asked.

"Chemistry," Dylan answered quietly. 

"Math, I'll see you after school?" 

"Sure," Dylan said with a slight almost hopeful smile.

They soon parted ways and as (F/N) was going up the stairs they heard someone call their name.

As they turned around they saw a familiar face.

"Finney?" (F/N) said surprised.

"It's Finn please," He said and (F/N) couldn't contain their huge smile as they pulled him into a hug.

"Holy shit, it's been ages since I last saw you, I had no idea you went to this school too," (F/N) said happily letting go of the hug.

"Same, I had no idea you were back until someone told me about the new student," Finn explained.

"How have you been?"

"You grew so much, here I thought you would stay tiny your whole life, although I'm still taller" (F/N) teased.

"Shut up," Finn said shoving gently (F/N)'s shoulder.

"Wait, if you are here, does that mean Robin is here too?" 

Finn nodded.

"Damn, I haven't seen him in so long either, what class do you have now?" (F/N) asked.

"Social studies,"

"Damn, I've got math," (F/N) said.

"It's okay, let's hang out after school," Finn said.

"Sorry dude, I'm already hanging out with someone else and I need to get back home soon, you know how worrisome my dad can be," (F/N) said but as the bell rang again (F/N) resumed their way up the stairs.

"Let's hang out tomorrow, during lunch," (F/N) yelled as they ran to class.

This left Finn looking at the space where (F/N) had been previously slightly annoyed that they didn't listen to him, but it was soon washed over at the thought of having his childhood friend back, he was sure Robin would also be happy.

(F/N) made it to the classroom just as the teacher was about to close the door.

"Sorry," (F/N) apologized and the teacher simply shook his head in disappointment.

(F/N) quickly went to the last desk available.

As the teacher began class he immediately told everyone to get in teams of two who they would work with for the rest of the year.

(F/N) gulped as they slightly saw how everyone got together, everyone except the guy behind them who was seemingly busy in his doddles.

They turned around to be able to see the boy well and tapped his desk calling his attention.

"Wanna work together?" (F/N) asked with a smile.

"Is there even a choice?" He asked sarcastically.

"Nope, guess we're stuck together then," (F/N) said with a smile that seemed to slightly surprise the boy.

"Name's (F/N)," (F/N) extended their hand which after a moment of consideration the boy shook.

"Billy,"

Timeskip

(F/N) walked looking forward to seeing Dylan but as they reached the school's exit he wasn't there, so (F/N) waited for him to come.

He never came, (F/N) had waited until almost everyone had already left.

It would have made them really mad but something told (F/N) that there was a reason for Dylan not showing up so they turned back and went to search for him in the school.

*C'mon where could he be?* (F/N) wondered as they searched the second floor.

But as they walked to the stairs once more they saw two girls almost running down the stairs, they only came to a halt to not collide with (F/N).

"Whoa, you two alright?" (F/N) asked worriedly.

"Oh yeah, just getting out of school, you should do the same," One said.

"Why?" (F/N) furrowed their brows.

"Better do so, you wouldn't want them to get angry at you for even being near their roof," 

"Poor guy, they really seem mad today, hope they don't do too much to him," One said with a worried voice.

"Let's just get back home," The other said pulling her friend to the next flight of stairs.

*The roof,* (F/N) thought looking up.

Meanwhile

"What exactly did you tell them?" Dylan heard the question but his body was in too much pain for him to even move toward the source.

"C'mon, Dily, just tell him and you can go," Dylan recognized Finn's voice, but he knew it was a lie, he had already told them what he said and they didn't believe him or maybe they did, didn't matter, they were mad, he just had to hold on until they got tired.

"I told you," He managed to mumble at which Robin sighed loudly.

"I don't think he's lying, anyway why do you care what he said to that newbie either way," Vance asked.

"Because the newbie is an old friend and I wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea of us because of some...misinformation," Finn said through gritted teeth.

"I think I have them in Math, (F/N)?" Bily asked his bored expression shifting.

"Yeah, you with them then," Robin confirmed.

"You mean the asshole who was bothering me at lunch?" Vance asked anger in his voice.

"Yeah, but don't worry they were always a fast learner," Robin assured.

"They better or I'll-"

"You'll what, you Dee Snider knockoff," At this even Dylan turned as his eyes widened at the sight of (F/N).

This fic is inspired by @kaylinlmao 's work in general

#the black phone #vance hopper #bruce yamada #billy showalter #griffin stagg #finn blake #finney blake #reader insert #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #back in town au

[ageless-aislynn]

Back in the day, (around 2006 or so, I'd wager) I decided to try making a Bag End-inspired diorama display thing for my Lord of the Rings (and friends) figures out of plastic canvas and yarn. (No pattern, I was just winging it.) Here are some pics of how it turned out. 😉

The front with the famous round, green door. I also gave them some lattice-work windows and a couple of plant pots with greenery, just 'cause. 😉

Closer up on the door and one of the plants.

This is the wall that was beyond the window and plants, on the left side as looking in that orientation. I couldn't really do a hill without it looking weird so went with a tree motif on both sides.

The wall on the right of the door, this one with a "rope" swing, just for funsies!

Interior on the door.

Everybody needs a free standing closet to store your stuff in, right?

Yes, that's an Ian McKellen Magneto wearing Gandalf's hat and politely levitating his sword into the closet.😜

Behind the door standing open a bit is a coat closet.

I wanted a sort of marble inspired pattern. Plus, I really liked this variegated yarn so...

Everybody needs a table with a vase of roses on it! And yeah, that's a Nazgul wearing a tea ball strainer on his head. It was from a joke at the time. Also, we see our Hobbit guests putting their cloaks away in the closet.

Interior behind the big window. I thought of this as a combo kitchen/dining room area with a decorative rug.

Eomer CANNOT BELIEVE that we don't have his favorite brand of coffee! Storm thinks we should have a dance party. Boromir is heading over to lean on the fireplace mantel. 😉

Clearly Gandalf is HERE for a dance party! Oh and I do believe there might be a Boromir/Eowyn "leaning on the mantel" love connection going on back there? 👀👀👀😂

It's a little known fact that Darth Vader LOVES a nice tree swing! He even brought a droid friend, d'aww. That's my Xena poster on the wall in the background, btw. One of my most favorite Xena pics ever!

I also made Shadowfax, Gandalf's horse!

He can stand on his own. And yes, I made that fishbowl, including the Very Famous Fish Rear End on the side panel, lol! Nothing but UTTER ACCURACY around here, thank you very much. 😜

The chair was made from a kit. The cushion comes off and you can store things in the bottom box part. The mug of hot chocolate has marshmallows on top and also the rim raises up so you can store small things in it.

The flower vase was also from a kit. I famously got my hand stuck in it while doing the bottom stitch to finish attaching it to the base. I thought I might have to unstitch it a bit to get free but thankfully didn't have to. Absolutely no one who saw me with a plastic canvas vase stuck on my hand laughed. 😑🤣

(As well they should have. I laughed, too, once I got my hand out of there, lol!)

My mom loved lighthouses so I made her a day and night version. They're the same size but this was 2 separate pics edited together and the different angles made the night version look smaller.

Anyway, that's a few things I made back in the day. Nothing sophisticated but I just enjoyed playing around with it. The canvas got really hard to find for a while and then got very expensive once I located it again, so I stopped making things. 😢

Oh, almost forgot to add the pic that made me think to post these to begin with: Barbie with one of my ducks from my earthquake post.

I made a bunch of these little ducks for a project I never completed, then found them in a Ziploc bag the other day. Now there are little ducks all over the house, lol! 🦆💖

PS - I may have posted these pics before. I know I did on my Livejournal but couldn't find them on Tumblr. If this is the second time you're seeing them, though, apologies. Ais is old and the memory just ain't what she used to be. 😑😉

#lord of the rings #crafts #plastic canvas #plastic canvas crafts #bag end #ageless aislynn #ais used to be crafty

[weepylucifer]

4 or 48 for steban/ulixes?

4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Steban sighs and stares down at his desk. His unfinished essay stares back at him, accusing. Really, the only thing he still needs is a strong conclusion, but he's never been good at these, and he's tired. Then the draft will need to be edited. Steban considers the vast arry of edits that likely needs to be made, and contemplates going missing.

His wrist is cramped from writing. His shoulders ache from having sat hunched over the desk for hours. His eyes are disgustingly sticky with exhaustion. Vaguely, he notes that it has grown dark outside, most probably a while ago.

"Are you about done?" Ulixes asks, shattering the silence.

Uli has been so quiet, Steban almost forgot he's there. But all evening he's been on Steban's bed, a small pile of books close to hand, doing research for an essay of his own.

"I want to walk into the pale," Steban tells him.

"Succumbing to the pale constitutes defeatism, which is the enemy of the cause," Ulixes says, which, Steban has learned to identify in the two years they've been friends, is an Ulixes Joke.

He's too tired to laugh, though, so he just says, "Yeah. Good reminder." He rubs his aching wrist, trying to coax some life into it. It doesn't really help. Besides, he's starting to feel a tension headache coming on. "Alright, let's get it done."

Ulixes cocks his head like a curious creature. "I didn't mean to imply... you don't have to finish it right now. Take a break?"

"I'll fall asleep." He tries to relax his shoulders. Something crackles ominously. "Ouch. This chair might be really bad for my back."

When Steban cranes his neck to look back, Uli has sat up straighter on the bed. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

It's sweet, Steban thinks, how Uli wants to look out for him, but he startles so quickly sometimes. It reminds Steban of when he tried to raise his first plant: he'd plied it with attentions, completely overwatered it, and when it inevitably died, he'd lied on the floor and reproached himself for hours. Okay, the metaphor is getting away from him a little. It reminds him of somebody who's been tasked with safeguarding a fragile, precious thing, who has no experience with fragile, precious things.

"I'm fine," he says, "just tense."

Ulixes fidgets a little. Then he asks, "Do you… well… I mean… I could give you a massage?"

This is so unexpected, it snaps Steban clean out of his fatigue. It's not that he has a problem with the suggestion, but... Uli doesn't really touch people, in general. "Do you know how to do that?"

Ulixes blushes faintly, for some reason, and admits, "I read a manual. From the bookstore." He gestures in the rough direction of the bookstore. Before Steban can ask why he did that, Uli adds, "I thought it would be edifying to... acquire a set of diverse skills. You know, like Nilsen."

Steban nods. "Ah. Of course, that makes sense." Wanting to emulate Nilsen... it checks out. "Well, if you want a test subject for your new skill, here I am."

For a moment, Ulixes seems hesitant. Eventually, however, he approaches. "I haven't done this before," he says. "I can't guarantee it will be good."

Steban smiles at him, because Uli starting a hobby that is something else than reading about war crimes, debating war crimes, or sitting very quietly and thinking about war crimes must be encouraged. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

Slowly, skittishly, Ulixes moves to put his hands on Steban's shoulders. "Um... may I...?"

"Hmm?" Will he just start already, Steban thinks.

"Your hair."

"Oh. Right. Of course." He feels Ulixes brush his hair off to one side, and then, finally, Uli's hands settle on his shoulders. He expects Uli to squeeze way too tightly, but this doesn't manifest - his touches are light, gently prodding, checking for tension points. Testing the waters, almost. Eventually, he begins to rub his shoulders, still so lightly, like he doesn't trust himself with more.

"Go on already, I can barely feel it," Steban mutters. Then - and he doesn't quite know where that thought came from, only that it makes him feel a strange thrill, "Actually, should I take my shirt off?"

Uli makes an odd sound, like he just swallowed his own tongue. His voice sounds choked when he says, after a beat, "Yeah, okay."

Steban shrugs off his shirt, folds it neatly and puts it on the desk. He's not squeamish about this stuff, and Uli has certainly seen him shirtless before in the summer, when he just overheats so terribly, but there is a sense of heightened intimacy to it when Uli actually touches his skin. That hasn't happened before, as far as he can recall.

Is he imagining it, or does Uli's breath hitch minutely at the touch?

Then Uli's hands settle finally on his shoulders, and his long, clever fingers begin a kneading motion.

It's surprising how much it hurts - "Oof, you've got some knots here," Uli mutters, and Steban has to gasp mutely as his knuckles dig into a tight, tense spot along the back of his neck - but it's a good pain, benevolent, cleansing, and when it fades, it leaves behind... lightness. Ulixes is squeezing that sore and heavy feeling out of him, and Steban almost gets teary at the intense pressure followed by intense relief.

"The manual said this could hurt a little," Uli explains, and Steban shakes his head and breathes, "You're good. It's all good" as he, his head a little swimmy, has to imagine how it would feel if Uli's hands were on him everywhere like this, stroking and pressing, traversing every inch of him until no part of his body remained unmarked by touch. If he reached around from his back to his chest, palming his nipples, then down his stomach where he's been accumulating just the slightest sliver of softness since mums started sending all those care packages, then down his thighs and up again...

A shivery little sound of pleasure escapes his lips, almost a moan, but Steban can't bring himself to feel embarrassed by it. It simply feels too good to be touched by Ulixes, his comrade, his dearest friend. Alight, elated, he doesn't even mind that he's getting hard, shifting surreptitiously in his seat to build up friction. He hopes Ulixes doesn't see it, but it's a detached hope, and he can't even dredge up the wherewithal to be genuinely apprehensive about it. He bites his lip and contemplates, hazy and needful: he knows Ulixes focuses intently when he's immersed in a task, maybe, if his focus is deep, he won't even notice if Steban cums quietly in his pants, and that'd be that taken care of... he's just not sure if he can cum quietly. Already, he's making all kinds of small noises without wanting to that he can only insufficiently muffle or hold back.

No, undoubtedly, if he doesn't get himself together, Uli will notice, will look him over properly, concerned, and see the bulge in his pants. And that'll likely be the end of this, or maybe... maybe he will see the need in his lap and lean forward, reach down there and take him in hand, cup him in those slim, pleasing hands and draw heights of pleasure out of him...

...Nn-no. That's a little too much. He can't expect that of his friend, nor ask it... Uli has done him a great kindness today already. It would be uncomradely to exploit it, or even entertain the thought. With a great mental heave, Steban jolts himself back to reality.

"Okay," he says when he thinks he can trust his voice to come out relatively firmly, "that was... good. I think... enough, for today."

Ulixes takes his hands away. A part of Steban is relieved, another part wants the touch back. "Did..." Uli clears his throat. There's something odd about his voice. "Did I do okay?"

"Of course." Now, Steban reflects, he only has to get out of this situation somehow with his dignity intact. Maybe he didn't think this whole thing through.

Trying to shield his still-unflagging erection from view, he attempts to half-turn towards Ulixes, heeding too late Uli's startled cry of "No, wait!". He takes Uli in like seeing him clearly for the first time in a while: his hands still raised, his flustered expression, the flush on his face, the... quite sizeable tent in his pants.

"Ah. Hah. Well." Steban is keenly aware that his attempt at an urbane laugh just comes out... weird. He can feel his face heating up. But surely this isn't... well... they both understand these things, don't they. They're progressive, forward-thinking individuals, men of the world really, and as such enlightened intellectuals, they don't make a big deal out of it when they get hard touching their best friend. Right? Certainly.

...they're not men of the world, actually.

Steban realizes he stands at a crossroad: they can either try to politely ignore this situation, clumsily make light of it, and allow awkwardness to permeate the space between them. Or they can come together, press against each other, unite in a glorious, hungry kiss.

Steban makes a choice.

#answer'd #sorry this took so long! i had a shit ton of things to do and then i caught this gnarly cold etc #okay this was all the drabbles!! i do kinda want to do more so i may reblog another list of prompts soonish #writings by me

[glitchyk]

Hey uh… I hope you guys won’t mind me randomly dumping this here

Basically— I think you four are really cool people and I’m happy that I unintentionally inspired the mafia au, because it gave me an excuse to get to know y’all, which I’d wanted to do.. for a while. Quite a while, since you all seemed so nice, but I kinda felt like it was overstepping to try and talk to you directly, which is why I never did. I could send the message directly but I uh… yeah this is more confident space wise. Aka Discord will not let me write a Glitchyk-sized writing.

…Fuck this feels awkward.

Moshieee: I’ve said this probably too much, but uh.. I really appreciate you, you inspire me to do more stuff, as I’ve said before, you inspired that one AU I made, and you’re just so sweet in general. You remind me of a really caring older sibling, you’re not just some goof ball, but it’s nice to have serious talks, sometimes. Maybe it’s because I feel like I relate to you, also I think you’re really awesome. You’re the first person I saw on here that was doing traditional art and not online art, and you were so fun and creative that it inspired me to do things.

Bun: Hey! I didn’t know you much at the start, I just saw you around, and I thought you were interesting, especially since you were nice and for some reason followed me after moshieee did??? It’s fun to talk to someone who’s openly goofy, as all of you are, and it’s just nice. I dunno why, I just really like talking to you, maybe because we give off the same chaotic vibes at times. Also maybe bc you make the art of a character you like, I make the edit for it, which makes you wanna make more art, and it’s a cycle/silly

Dia: Online punching bag🫵/silly. You may not think you’re cool, but I think you’re really awesome, and amazing human being, your art is good and I find your story interesting for tadc and you’re just— fucking awesome overall. I’m happy that I have unintentionally inspired stuff with you, because I’m happy that I could give someone a good idea, and that someone be a good artist, so an idea isn’t wasted on my shitty art. I like just dumping random lil prompts on you, and also we vibe, I feel like we’re a bit similar (plus happy birday ✨)

Rabid: Amazing. Fucking awesome human being. Your art is amazing, your personality is chaotic and I feel like mostly matches mine, you literally inspire me every day with your awesome art, characters, storytelling, and I feel so fucking proud when I see you do your art. I didn’t know you personally when I started feeling proud, but I guess it’s because (as I’ve said various times) that it’s so cool seeing someone around my age doing such good art, I have similar feelings for Neptune since their art is awesome, but I dunno them well and so I will not write a paragraph about them (yet/j). I love randomly annoying you, since you seem fine with it (if you’re not please tell me—) and it’s just so cool to be able to see someone around my age, who’s so damn amazing. It inspires me a lot, makes me wanna do stuff. Oh! Also something I almost forgot to add, I saw your corruption AU for tadc and that also just made me so much more interested in you, since I had a sort of ‘corrupted’ AU that I made before I even came on tumblr. Is basically all this stuff added up made me really wanna interact with you!

I’m happy I unintentionally inspired the mafia au, because it gave me a reason to comfortably interact with y’all. In all, all of you are awesome, in art, personality, and story wise, in all different amazing ways. Sometimes I sometimes feel like I can never compare to all of you in art, and I don’t know why you all willingly became acquaintances with me, but it mostly inspires me to try harder. Y’all are awesome… that’s my mini positivity dump for now, had to restrain myself from writing a whole fucking thing on every detail of this subject, since I know I have to eat food and I will not type and eat at the same time.

@dia-smthidk @rabid-mercenary15 @moshieee @bunnybunnsowo

#Milo the floofy boi #jest awesome #goop buddies #glitchyk randomness #rabid mercenary #dia smthidk #fuck I still can’t decide on a nickname for Dia #bunnybunnsowo #moshieee #positivity dump

[boogiewrites]

Seeing Stars Part 10

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star

Summary: Star hosts a Halloween-themed Hellfire Club at her home. In an attempt to bond with the group. She plays hostess and cooks, finding herself genuinely enjoying the domestic tasks. Eddie creates a one-off Halloween campaign. They eat, drink, smoke, and play Truth or Dare where avoided public kisses and questions are finally addressed. They settle in for the night with horror movies, but Eddie and Star can't seem to pay attention.

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Part 1 if you missed it!

Warnings/Triggers: Friendship. Fluff. Hurt/comfort if you squint. Secrets revealed. Drinking, smoking, roughhousing, kissing. A chapter giving you more dialogue with the rest of the group. I wanted to write more friendship-themed stuff for Eddie with this story as well. So this is me doing that for my own selfish reasons. :) Also sorry about the delay, I've been sick so I've not been writing. I'm still recovering but I'm fine. I thought this was WAY shorter than it was, having a second part still planned to add to this chapter but when I saw how long it was already I decided to post this. Don't worry, what I had planned will still be in the next chapter.

A compromise had been reached for Halloween plans. The boys would get their night of indulgent debauchery, belching, and flatulence from takeout and trick-or-treat candy without judgment. They could talk without the concern for a woman's ear to hear their unfiltered adolescent thoughts. So tonight, a Halloween edition of the Hellfire Club was meeting at Star's house. They'd play, eat, drink and watch horror movies so she could feel included. She was trying her best to bond with the guys, even if the road had been a little bumpy. There were still Halloween festivities to be had at the harvest festival, and surely there would be a party or two to crash come the weekend. But in the meantime, Star was playing hostess and very much enjoying the newfound role.

Star was bopping around the kitchen inside the house she shared with Robbie. Her socked feet slipped on the busy pattern linoleum floors to ease her dance moves. The original 1950s decor was aging but held a certain charm that Star didn't mind. Robbie just ignored it to be perfectly honest, decor wasn't exactly an issue for him. He'd bought the house because it was within budget and didn't need any structural repairs. That's where his concerns lie. He was moseying around and getting ready to head out to work and waiting to meet the club. She was elbow-deep in juggling saucepans on the stove while stocking the fridge. She was singing The Supremes, her hair pulled up and hips knocking to close drawers to the beat.

Robbie stood unnoticed in the doorway to the kitchen, its shabby old paint and worn cabinet edges perfectly functional but leaving something to be desired aesthetically. He watched his little sister with a grin, she’d never been what he’d call a happy child. The life she’d lived after that hadn’t given her too many reasons to be a happy adult.

“When do you plan on apologizing to me?” He asks with a nod of his head, almost hitting the top of the door frame.

“For what?” Star spun around, sauce on her cheek and a messy spoon in hand.

“You remember how when I told you we were moving here? And you threw a fit and told me I was ruining your life?”

Star grinned, her whole face beaming as she turned back around the stove.

“Yeah, I remember that.” She groaned.

“Being as this is the happiest I’ve seen you since you were little… I think you owe me an apology.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” She admitted with a wave of a spoon. “I didn’t expect to find friends here. Or new hobbies. Or anything besides cows and corn.”

“You forgot a new boyfriend. A good one this time.” Robbie leaned in to tease her.

“Shut up.” She pushed him away with her hip and then proceeded to lift her leg to kick him back. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh sorry, husband.” He laughed.

“He’s not that either.”

“The fact that you didn’t say a name or ask me who tells me all I need to know.” a smug smile grew with body language of the same description.

“Only one guy comes around. Who else is it gonna be?”

“Yeah, the guy you’re fucking and staying at his house and making god damned pancakes with his family. NOT your boyfriend? Okay.” he rolled his eyes.

“He’s my best friend.” She urged.

“The best relationships start that way, Star. I’m not one to vouch for any guy but this one’s good. He’s not your ex.” He saw her excitement fade quickly. “I didn’t mean to bum you out, sorry.” He put a hand on her shoulder.

“I know. I’m just… still sensitive about it is all. I try not to think about it and when I do it all hits me hard. I know he’s not Bobby. But it’s too much to think about Eddie being…” she sighed and her brow creased. “What are the chances I come here to the middle of fucking nowhere and the first guy I come across is…” she stops herself again.

“The right guy? Yeah it feels too good to be true.” his lips pressed together in acknowledgment.

“I care about him. A lot. I love him to pieces. He's my best friend. He’s an idiot. A very good-looking idiot.” She smiled and let out a happy sigh.

“Love him to pieces?” he said with raised brows.

“NOT like that!” she pointed her wooden spoon at him. “You can love people and not be IN love with them. VERY big difference.” she insisted.

“I’m not rushing you. Okay?” He rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her. “I just know that goofy kid will be a good man. And I’ve not met many of those. I want you happy. And safe. That’s all.”

“You’re getting sentimental in your old age.” Star mocked.

“I’ve gotta pawn your wild ass off to someone else.” He kissed her head and then gave her a light smack. “These nerds that somehow won you over gonna be here soon? I don’t think they’re the show up an hour late because it’s cool to not give a shit type.”

“Nah, they should be here in about 20 minutes. Just have to throw this in the oven and make sure the living room is set.”

“There’s a shit load of pillows and blankets. I think you’re good.”

“I know I just want it to be perfect.” She said casually.

“You know… I like this version of you. Having good friends. Having friends at all really, let’s be honest. Staying in and having a good time instead of me being up worrying about you club hopping all night with a bunch of truly stupid kids.”

“I know.” She said thoughtfully. “I like this new version too.”

-

Robbie sat on the front stoop, smoking a cigarette. It was almost dark and he was appreciating the quiet and cold before having to leave into a fluorescently bright, screeching, hot plant. The thrum of bass could be heard before the van even appeared, he knew it was Eddie.

“Hey, Robbie!” His scratchy shout was accompanied by a nodded head, his hair swishing about since his hands here full.

“Hey Munson.” he gave him a nod. Eddie was carrying a giant box of D and D paraphernalia as he stomped in his worn sneakers towards the side door. “Go in this way,” Robbie shouted and pointed behind him with his thumb. “Star’s in the kitchen. If you’re quiet you’ll catch her singing.” he grinned and winked.

“Should I plug my ears?” he jests.

“Nah she’s not so bad. Just.. erratic.” he chuckled.

“What else is new.” He grinned and entered, being more quiet than necessary as he did want to spy on Star. He put his cardboard box down on the big coffee table and looked into the kitchen. Star was bent over in the fridge, the door blocking most of her from sight. He watched her ass bounce to the beat and heard her muffled voice along with the sounds of metal on metal. He could tell she was wearing his Hellfire shirt, the hem sitting snug across her hips over the leggings she was wearing. She had on a pair of knee-high socks with a little vampire on them that said bite me. She was festive.

She popped up and continued dancing. There was some disco-sounding song with funk guitar and good bass playing on her boom box on the kitchenette table. She was without her usual jewelry. He noticed some rings but a lack of bangles. Her movements without the accompaniment of her usual jangling sounds seemed odd. Eddie stood and nodded his head to the beat and watched her unnoticed. She was counting bags of chips and boxes of cakes with an on-beat pointed finger. She bent over in front of him to look in the oven and he covered the grin on his face. Her skin-tight leggings stretched sheer over the swell of her ass and gave Eddie a little tease. Star, assumingly happy with what she found in the oven hopped back up and did more dancing than anything productive. She spun to head to the table to grab a bag of hot dog buns and saw Eddie. The way her face lit up at the sight of him made his already wide grin spread to his eyes. She said nothing, only shuffled forward with her arms and hips dancing, grabbing his wrist and trying to get him to dance with her.

“You know this one!”

“I do?” he asked her turning her back to him and shaking her ass.

“It’s on the first funk mix tape.”

“Oh right,” he said with enough earnestness she knew he recalled.

“It’s the song about you.” she stuck her tongue out as she turned and laughed.

“Play that funky music white boy?” he joined her in a laugh as she put his hands on her shoulders and she grabbed his waist.

“Yep.” she moved his hips with her since he refused.

“Oh. I got this part.” he shoved her back and started playing air guitar on the solo as she clapped. “Yeah, this was a good one. Well, acceptable.”

“So glad it has your elitist approval.” she snorted and shoved his shoulder.

“You gonna leave this on?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yeah, why?” she turned back from the counter.

“You want the guys to know you’re a poser?”

“I’m not a poser, you asshole!” she tossed a wet wooden spoon at him from the sink. “I don’t pretend to just like your guy's music. Wouldn’t hurt them to get exposed to some new music.”

“If you want to deal with them making fun of you, be my guest.”

“I guess they aren’t scared enough of me to not do that anymore, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you act like a human around guys.” Eddie chuckles.

“It’s already weird enough being the only girl. It’s a total sausage party.”

“I thought you’d be into that.” he smirked.

“I would be if they were viable options.” she stuck out her hip. “But alas.”

“They’re not THAT bad.”

“I didn’t say they were. But I have a type and they are not it.”

“And what’s your type again?” he said smugly, approaching her with his hands in his back pockets, a swaying gate.

“Your ugly mug break all the mirrors in your house? You not remember what you look like?” she grinned. “Go look in one and you’ll see what terrible taste I have.”

“Words hurt you know.” he said playfully, smacking her ass.

“My wittle puppy not like it when mama’s mean to him?” she pouted her lips at him, turning to face him. “I thought you were into degradation.” she tilted her head cockily.

“You…” he let out a dumb laugh and wagged his finger at her. “You don’t get to… say words… anymore.” his shoulders shook as a shocked and embarrassed grin took over his flushed pink cheeks.

She scrunched her nose and snorted out a laugh at his extreme reaction to her playfulness.

“Is this Van Morrison?” a familiar voice shouted. Dustin appeared in the doorway with a bobbing head.

“It is!” Star perked up.

“My mom love’s his stuff.” he followed Star’s lead of bobbing and moving their shoulders.

“She’s got good taste.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” he laughed as Star held out her hand to him and he took it. “But this song is good.” He followed her lead, her hand on his shoulder, his on her waist in a slow dance pose as they moved around together.

“She teach you to dance?” Star asked excitedly.

“She tried. Steve taught me.” he broke away and did a very cheesy snap and shuffle.

“Yeah, those are Steve's moves.” Star snorted and mimicked him. “Or this one?” she put a fist up and pumped it, moving her hips and nodding her head.

“Oh yeah or the Safety Dance.” Dustin stands wide and bobs his head then begins to hop around.

“I’m gonna start inviting you over instead of Eddie.” she side-eyed Eddie as she chuckled, doing the cabbage patch. “HE won’t dance with me!”

“Girls love it with you dance with them!” Dustin shouted at him.

“He’s…" she paused to count. "SIX years younger than you and knows this!” Star shouted too as Dustin grabbed Star's hand and spun her into him.

“What the hell is going on?” Mike asked as he walked into the frame of the doorway.

“They’re being lame.” Eddie said with pursed lips and crossed arms.

“Eddie’s mad because Dustin can dance and he can’t.” Star added as she and Dustin synced up and bumped hips.

“I CAN. I choose NOT to.” Eddie pronounced with a pointed finger. “THIS-” he waved his hand erratically at them. “Isn’t dancing to me.”

“Sorry, we can’t handbag to the greatest hits of the 60’s ya party pooper.”

“Party pooper? Are you 6 years old?” He laughed.

“You’re a stick in the mud, Munson.”

“Yeah, MUDSON!” Dustin cackled and Star joined in. “Get it?” he said with a beaming, happy face, both breaking a little bit of a sweat in the warm kitchen. Eddie kept strong and dead-panned them both, refusing to laugh.

“He does he’s just being a butt head.” Star taunted, shoving him.

“I only need one move for the ladies.” Eddie announced.

“Does it involve a cloth and chloroform?” Star snorted out.

“HA!” Dustin shouted out. “She got your ass.”

Eddie grabbed Star by the wrist and yanked her against his chest, surprising her. He did as he had only once before, and dipped her smoothly, a strong hand to her back and the other lifting her leg by the back of the thigh. He popped her back out and spun her out and she hit the kitchen counter. With a hand to her chest, she openly gawked at him.

“Who the hell was that? Where’d he come from? Bring him back!” she giggled. Dustin and Mike looked at each other from Star’s reaction. Time to capitalize on this.

“Yeah what the hell Eddie?” Dustin sounded almost angry. “Teach me that! Shit!” he glared with no contempt at the older man.

“Come here.” he finally broke and laughed and dipped Dustin.

“Mr.Munson I do declare.” Dustin fanned his face as Lucas’s laugh caught everyone's attention to announce his presence.

“It’s not that hard.” Eddie shrugged.

“We giving dance lessons?” Lucas asked.

“Apparently.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“The man's got moves. Well, one move. But it’s good.” Dustin turned his head, winking at Eddie. “Show me on Star again.” Dustin shoved Star into Eddie’s arms.

“Easy, tiger.” Star laughed.

“You turn them… put their arm around your neck… hold their back, then lower them down… hand moves down to lift the leg. See?” he held her like that for a second and she let her head fall back to look at the others. “Just make sure you’re strong enough to hold them with one arm.”

“Does it look good?” she asked with her messy plop of hair on her head dangling.

“It does.” Lucas agreed. “How…or WHY did you learn that?”

“To impress girls obviously.” Mike said.

“Theatre actually.” Eddie nonchalantly lifted her back up and got her on both feet again.

“You did theatre?”

“I took it as an easy elective. But we had to learn stuff even if we weren’t in the plays so… that’s what I learned.”

“PARTY’s HERE!” Gareth shouted, bringing in the rest of the guys who were looking at the odd gathering in the kitchen.

“You didn’t tell us your brother was Andre the Giant.” Star laughed at Gareth's wide eyes.

“He’s not THAT big.” she protested.

“He’s what? 6’ 3”?”

“I think so?” she shrugged.

“You’re shrimpy compared to him. How’d that happen?”

“Probably because he has a different dad?” she laughed at the awkward face Gareth made.

“Oh.”

“They do look alike though. In the face anyway.”

“And we’re both ugly.” Robbie grinned standing behind everyone and towering over them. “By my count, everyone’s here. So I’m gonna head out. I just wanted to put names to faces.”

“Aw, has Star been talking about us?” Lucas bat his eyelashes and laughed.

“She talks mad shit about all of you,” he said with a serious face and they all went a little pale. “I’m kidding.” he rolled his eyes and laughed. “Loosen up boys, you won’t last around her drunk if you don’t.”

“You’re drunk?” Jeff asked.

“Not yet.” Star shook her head.

“I’d say be good but there’s no point. You know the number for 911. Don’t die, please. Have fun.” he waves his hands up and grabs his coat and pail and heads out.

“Same sense of humor.” Eddie nodded.

“Same eyes.” Dustin added studying Star’s face.

“Yeah we look like our mom.” added with a soft smile.

“Speaking of, you get to have parties without your parents?” Gareth asked. Star saw Eddie’s face cringe.

“I don’t think they care when they’re dead,” Star said entirely too casually and knocked everyone into a wide-eyed embarrassed expression. “Well technically I don’t know who my dad is so he could be alive. But if he’s not cared for 18 years I don’t think he’s gonna start now.” she laughed and no one else did. Except Eddie who hid his grin behind his hand, pretending to rub his nose. “Relax!” Star held up her hands. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. Now you do.” she shook her head. “Let’s forget all that and get this shit started.” she clapped her hands together and started directing. She shooed Eddie out to set up his session and she showed everyone where everything was. “We’ve got beer, liquor, pop. Hot dogs, pizza, and snacks. You got chips, cakes and of course-” She turned around holding a giant orange bowl that looked like a jack-o-lantern. “A shit load of candy!” she grinned and wobbled with the wide bowl into the living room.

She’d made enough to feed a small army but 7 teenage boys was a small army when it came to how much they could eat. They hung a garbage bag on a door knob and used it to gather everything as they consumed her cooking.

“Could you make this every time we have sessions?” Lucas asked while stuffing his face full of pizza.

“She’s brought it before. If you were there you’d know that.” Eddie gave him a slightly lecturing voice.

“When I make it I’ll bring you some leftovers at lunch the next day. Deal?

“Hell yeah.” he nodded enthusiastically.

“How you want me to get it to you? I don’t think your other friends would like me walking over to the table to talk to you and give you food.”

“I don’t think they’d care that much.” he shrugged.

“Seriously? After she said Jason had a little dick?” Gareth laughed.

“He’s too far up Chrissy’s ass to care about much. And the rest of them follow him so…” he shrugged.

“You’re saying they wouldn’t care if we came over and talked to you?” Eddie said in disbelief.

“No, I didn’t say that. I said if SHE did.”

“What makes her so special?” Eddie asked, perched on the edge of the couch as he shuffled papers.

“Well… they don’t wanna bone with you, Eddie.” a giggle traveled across the group.

“They make fun of all of us, her included.” Eddie looked confused.

“They’re guys Eddie. They lie.” Star stated obviously. “They’ll make fun of me in public and try to fuck me in private.”

“They do what?” everyone noticed the bristle on Eddie’s face. Lucas nodded.

“That story I made up about Jason trying to get some? Not a lie. It just wasn’t him it was about.” Eddie blinked at her trying to compute. “Don’t call me conceited but I’m attractive. And I know how I present myself. It doesn’t matter if I’m a freak, they’d still bone me.” she laughed.

“Those guys are bothering you?” he noticed the guys side eyeing him with a few smirks. “Well we can’t just let her get harassed by the enemy.” he says defensively.

“Unless you plan on fighting every man that’s ever spoken to me I’d say you’re a bit helpless in this situation, hun.”

“THAT was a little conceited.” Jeff grinned.

“True. But guys don’t approach girls on their own unless they want something from them. That’s just how it is.” she shrugged. “I don’t mean to get all philosophical on you but seeing as I’m the only girl here maybe it can shed some light on what being a girl is like.”

“She’s right,” Mike chirped you and everyone looked at him confused. “Nancy? My sister. I’ve heard about it from her.”

“Next time they try shit you tell me.” Eddie tapped the table in front of her.

“Okay.” she rolled her eyes.

“Might as well start with Brandon.” Lucas chuckled.

“Brandon?” Eddie’s head swung fast.

“He left her a love letter in her locker last week.” he snickered.

“The poor kid can’t spell to save his life.” Star laughed.

“Too many concussions.” Jeff added.

Star saw Eddie’s hands clench and he pretend to focus on the paper in front of him.

“Stuff like that isn’t a big deal. It’s whatever.” She shrugged it off.

“Until they start spray painting you’re a slut on the movie theatre.” Star blinked at Dustin. “They did it to Mike's sister.”

“Christ.” She groaned.

“Yeah wasn’t that Steve?” Eddie saw Star’s face look hurt and it brought him a small slice of pride he almost felt guilty about. Almost.

“No, it was Tommy. Ex friend. Guys a total dick.”

“I’m ready to start this. If we're done gossiping” Eddie announced abruptly, a thinly veiled attempt to recover and stop having to hear about how every guy around her wanted a piece of Star.

“Everyone got their snacks? Notebooks? Drinks?” Star asked sitting by Eddie’s feet around the table. He sat on the couch to tower over everyone and they all squeezed around the rectangular coffee table to have a one-shot Halloween session.

-

“I’m the unluckiest person to ever live.” Star said pouting, taking a deep breath and staring at the shot glass in front of her.

“You are on a losing streak tonight.” Eddie chuckled, looking at the sad roll of 3 in front of him.

“I’m like... getting drunk.” she said with a nod, big glassy eyes looking up at Eddie and the other guys laughed.

“Yeah.” Eddie stifled a laugh and took the shot glass out of her hand. “How about you eat, then switch to beer instead?”

“I can’t drink a whole beet every time! God damn!” her voice inflected upwards and Dustin’s snorting laugh rose above everyone’s.

“No, you just take a drink of it when you miss.”

“Ohhh.” she nodded and stood up on wobbly legs. “Y’so smart Eddie.” she scrunched her nose and giggled, her hands on the coffee table.

“You need help getting to the kitchen?” Eddie asked, holding her elbow to keep her steady.

“That’s a definite yes.” Mike chuckled, Star looked at him and pursed her lips.

“Lemme see how you handle 4 shots of whiskey on an empty stomach you little bitch.” The table erupted in laughter. Gareth spilled his beer on Jeff who at noticing, tipped his can over and spilled a little back of Gareth before they fell on each other with a laugh.

“You didn’t eat? Ugh, Star.” Eddie sounded agitated with her.

“I was cooking and doing the stuff for the thing! I was busy!” Her voice cracked with the high register she was hitting.

“Aw, she does care.” Gareth chuckled.

“Of course, I care! I don’t let just anyone in my house!” She shook her head defiantly. “Eddie’s not even been in here much.”

“Eddies been over?” Dustin smirked and Eddie braced himself to cover Star's mouth if she said anything he thought sober her wouldn’t want anyone else to know.

“Duh like all the time he’s my bes fren.” She said very fast. “He’s just usually in my trailer not here.”

“Aw, that’s sweet of her to say.” Dustin leaned toward Eddie like he wanted him to do something about it.

“I don’t think you’re being as helpful as you think you are.” He said quietly to Dustin.

“Oh, that’s your place?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah it was our place now it’s just mine it’s like my little cave. My stuff's there.” She pointed in its direction.

“What stuff?” Gareth asked, his slowly fading sobriety becoming more obvious.

“My things. My bed. My cats. My stuff.” She counted off.

“Alright, we’re gonna pause and babysit.” Eddie said, preparing to stand.

“No!” Star shook his hand off her and stood. She took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips. ”You Master. My turns over, I’ll be back before it’s my turn again. If I’m not send a search party.” she rubbed her face, a slap to each cheek before she nodded and walked with much less wobble the short distance to the kitchen.

“If you get lost the 20 feet to the kitchen we’ve got bigger problems.” Eddie teased.

“Why don’t you take that shot so you’re not so mean, huh? How’s it fair to play people that’ll drinking and you’re sober?”

“I mean I’m a little high.” he grinned.

“Doesn’t count!” Star crossed her arms and slung them down from the archway of the kitchen. “Take the shot!.” she laughed. “Is it fair he’s trying to beat us and we’re not sober when he is?” she acclaimed to her fellow party mates.

“I mean we aren’t drunk.” The three youngest muttered.

“I know. Because you’re my good boys. You’re too young. When you’re 16 you’re allowed.” she said affectionately.

“We’re going by British rules?” Dustin asked.

“Yep.” Star nodded enthusiastically. “Shoot it, Eddie. Even the playing field, we’re getting our asses handed to us right now.”

“Show ‘em some mercy.” Dustin whispered to him.

“What kind of DM would I be if I yielded to the party's request?”

“A GOOD ONE!” the 4 drunken members shouted.

“Do it. Or I’ll call you a pussy.” Star giggled.

“I don’t care what you call me.” Eddie laughed. “I’m called worse daily! ONLY because you said it’d make me a better DM. NOT because you called me a pussy.” he pointed a finger harshly at Star.

“Thata boy!” she clapped.

“Now go eat a hot dog you, drunk.” He hisses at the burn for a second and shooed Star with his hand.

“Don’t tell me to put WEINERS in my mouth Eddie.” she bent over as she shuffled toward the kitchen counter laughing. The simple use of the word weiner sent the group into a giggle.

“Speaking of-” Dustin begins with a smirk and both Eddie and Mike give a pointed elbow and a foot stomp his way.

“Henderson you need to fuckin reel it in. Christ, I’m DMing children.” Eddie rubbed his face but also laughed with them.

-

“You see one of the leaders emerge from the woods. He’s beaten up and bloodied. He has clear signs of a struggle on his face and clothes. He approaches the group, stumbling slightly as he leaves the safety of the tree line. What do you do?” Eddie introduces yet another crumpled leader of the encampment returning. He sat tall and proud, a smug smile as his tailor-made story unfolded.

“Another one?”

“So three have disappeared and come back all beat up? That’s a pattern.”

“But they say nothing happened.” They took turns trying to piece together the story.

“I don’t trust them. I stay in my hiding spot.” Stars eyes narrow. “Imma roll to stay hidden.”

“You’re gonna come shooting out of that cabin like a human cannonball with your luck.” Mike teases.

“She makes it. Barely.” Eddie approves. “You stay unseen by the returned leaders.”

A few turns later as a leader mentions a former plot point Star sits straight up and calls attention to herself.

“ITS A SLASHER!” she hits the table in front of her repeatedly.

The sets of surprised and confused eyes look at her. All except Eddie whose grin was slowly growing.

“The leaders? Camp counselors. It’s literally an enCAMPment, guys! Someone is killing the counselors and these are like…. changlings! They aren’t the leaders! Ronan said before he would never put himself before his people and what is he doing?!” She hits the table with her fingers repeatedly again. “They’re possessed or brainwashed or something!! It’s a Sleep Away camp, Friday the 13th possession situation!”

“Holy shit.” A drunk Gareth's eyes dart around the plane of the gridded dungeon before him.

“So we have to kill them!” Star demanded as Dustin had been weighing his options for his next action.

“Shit. She’s right.” Dustin looks over to star with his wild curl pattern starting to corkscrew out from under his hat from sweat. “Isn’t she?” He looks up to Eddie with an impressed face. “It follows the slasher plot directly. We’ve lost 2 party members already. The leaders are picking us off. You son of a bitch.”

Eddie grinned and shrugged. “Happy Halloween, fuckers.”

-

“You always said you’d survive these slasher movies, Star. Let’s see if you’re right.” Eddie picked up her die and handed them to her shaking hands.

“We’re fucked.” Mike hit the table.

“I’ve not even rolled yet!” Star screeched.

“You’ve not rolled anything good all night!”

“She got the camp goers out alive.” Eddie pointed out with a finger.

“But she wasn’t fighting! She hid in a fuckin cabin all night.”

“Probably because I knew my rolls were shit and I didn’t want yelled at.” Star snarks back, making a face at Mike.

“It’s you and the monster, Lady Athena. Are you gonna be the final girl Ash Williams?” Eddie said quietly to her and smiled.

“He IS a final girl! I don’t have time to-!” Eddie put his hand over her shouting mouth.

“Roll, Lady Sandys.” He leaned forward and grinned. Star made a noise of disapproval and bite Eddie’s hand. “You bit me!” He laughed and shook his hand.

“Don’t feed the animals man.” Lucas laughed. “Don’t put your hands in the cage.”

“No fucking kidding.” Eddie put his mouth to the bite to soothe it.

“No pressure.” Star took a deep breath and cupped her hands around the dice with closed, concentrated eyes. Trying to fill them with intention. When she opened them she found everyone leaning towards her with anxious fingers tapping and twitching on the tabletop. “Big money. No whammies.” She said optimistically and let the dice free.

Eddie was at the ready with his pencil and notepad knowing he could do the math for the completion far quicker than Star could. Everyone stared at Eddie, Dustin sloppily sliding Stars character notes across the table to himself to see what the verdict was.

“Well shit.” Eddie cackled, his hand rubbing through his hair before looking down at a very wide-eyed Star. He reached out and knocked the miniature over. “Athena Sandys takes her great club and brains the mind-controlling creature into the dewy grass of the early morning. The sun crests over the mountains surrounding the camp illuminating the carnage left behind and her fallen party members. She is the last conscious survivor. No longer the victim she is the victor.” Eddie bows his head to her.

“I DID IT?? I DID IT!!!” She screams and rolls on her back and kicks her feet. “Take that! Fuckers!” She punched the air before sitting back up and getting double high-fived by Dustin who keeps hold of her hands and shakes them. They scream into each other’s faces with excitement. Star wished it could’ve been an official game, one with big stakes like Eddie’s campaigns were. But she felt proud nonetheless for the win in any capacity. “If I hadn’t hid half the game you all would be dead!” She cackled.

“What a pussy way to win!” Gareth shook his head but he was laughing.

“But a win, nonetheless.” Eddie points out. Eddie watched Star's entire being light up as she got jostled around among the group as they stood and celebrated. As a DM he couldn’t have asked for a much better game. Her unorthodox gameplay in comparison to the guys made it possible for them to win. That was the logical reason behind his smiling. The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest he pushed down was watching her be so excited about something he cared about. She never had to play with them, but he was eternally grateful that she had.

Star orchestrated the group, no longer under DM rule she took charge.

“Okay, I’m cleaning up. Let’s do a quick sweep, I’ll get dishes. Let's do bathroom breaks and smoke breaks. Get food and drinks and settle back in after. Then it’s game time.” She clapped her hands and the guys dispersed accordingly. Eddie put all his D and D pieces back into his box, watching the others scramble about and fight over the order they’d get to use the one bathroom in the house.

“Have you forgotten you’re dudes and can just go pee outside?” Star shouted from the kitchen. “Out the door to the left, in the bushes please.”

“You don’t mind if we-?”

“They’re dead from cold and it’s better than you all fighting. Knock yourselves out. Get some fresh air!” She ushered them away with a push of her hands. Everyone moves past the kitchen doorway in a small herd.

“Alright! Out to smoke. Give the champ some breathing room.” Edie says with a cigarette already between his lips and clapping at the group of guys in front of him, filing out the door.

The younger three take turns going around the corner to pee.

“I wonder why peeing outside is so much better than inside?”

“Because that’s how humans used to do it.”

“Caveman brain.” They muttered and laughed.

Not even half a cig in, Eddie takes a deep breath and smashes his out into the small sand-filled planter by the stoop.

“I’m going back in. Take your time.”

“Take our time?” Dustin narrowed his eyes with intrigue.

“Yeah. No rush coming back in. I’m gonna talk to Star about the session.”

“What’s that code for?” Mike snorted.

“Nothing. It’s her first win. She did really well.” Eddie stood up with a good posture to raise his chin and look down at the group of younger guys with disdain. “She probably wants to talk about it. She usually does. Didn’t think you guys cared to hear it.” he shrugged.

“She usually does?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah we talk about how she did after sessions, wants pointers and stuff.” he shrugged off the question.

“That’s cute.” Dustin grinned.

“Star you’re so good at D and D, will you marry me?” Lucas laughed.

“Oh is that what this is about?” Jeff had a smug smile.

“No. It’s not.” Eddie sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “They keep saying this shit to me.” he groans.

“You like her. Don’t act stupid.” Dustin bravely says as Eddie’s chin pushes back into his neck at his boldness.

“We just can’t figure out if she likes him.” Mike adds.

“Out of all of us, you’ve got the best chance.” Jeff shrugged.

“It’s not some contest about winning her or something,” Eddie says with more bite to his words. “We’re not in competition here. We’re friends and I’m respecting that.”

“Maybe she wants to be disrespected?” Gareth asked.

“Not cool.” Lucas scolds him.

“Look,” Eddie says shifting his weight to lean forward. “I know you three mini musketeers are gonna try some shit. I’ve come to accept this with your little comments and winks that look like something’s wrong with you. But like I said, don’t mess with her. Fuck with me all you want, keep your snotty little comments coming, but don’t be shitty to her.”

“Aw.” Dustin smiled widely.

“That was almost heartwarming, dude.” Jeff grinned. “I didn’t know it was like that.”

“I would do the same for any of you, too!”

“Awww.” the group says patronizingly.

“Jesus Christ you’re impossible.” Eddie throws his hands down, letting them slap his legs.

“So she said we’re playing a game. Can we capitalize on that?” Dustin steps forward to clarify before Eddie fully turned to leave.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Party games. You know. People make out and shit?” Dustin says incredulously.

“She wouldn’t want to make out with any of us.” Eddie chuckled.

“He’s a terrible liar.” Gareth smirks.

“Always has been.” Jeff nodded in agreement.

“Wouldn’t you prefer to have a friend who’s bad at lying?” Eddies voice cracked with exertion. “Since you aren’t gonna listen to me, just… be nice. Okay? That’s all. I’m done with this stupid conversation. I’m gonna go play catch up with your level of indignant drunkenness so I can enjoy myself since my job is over.”

“We’ll give you a few minutes.”

“Use it wisely.”

“Or don’t.” They all chuckled as Eddie rolled his eyes and went back into the house.

“Did he say he liked her?” Gareth asked as soon as the door was shut behind Eddie.

“Technically yes?” Lucas grimaced.

“What does that mean? Isn’t it a yes or no question?”

“Not really. That’s the issue we ran into.”

“They aren’t together. We know that.”

“Does she have some secret boyfriend in… wherever she came from?”

“Right?” Lucas asked. “I thought the same thing.”

“But she doesn’t.” Dustin pointed out. “We’re just trying to get them to admit they like each other. We think they’d be good together. What do you guys think?”

“If they’re together that could be really bad if it goes south.” Jeff pointed out.

“True. But I don’t think it will.”

“She’s a bit of a wild card sometimes. I couldn’t tell you exactly how she’ll react to something.”

“Plus if they’re together then we’d have to deal with them being TOGETHER. What if he starts ditching us? Or what if they’re all over each other all the time?”

“I don’t think Eddie’s the PDA type.”

“Has he not had a girlfriend before? Is that what’s holding this up?”

“He has just never one we knew. Definitely not one in the club. He doesn’t mix business and pleasure.”

“We thought it was her holding it up. Maybe it’s him.”

“I don’t want to get her out of Hellfire for the sake of them dating. She makes us food and she’s not terrible at it anymore.”

“We’re just saying, we’ve lost friends to girls before. It sucks. We’d rather not have it happen again.”

“But she’s our friend too. She can’t take him away, she’s one of us.”

“Kids got a point.” Jeff shrugged at Gareth’s protests.

“Or we could listen to Eddie and leave it be?” There’s a beat of silence, some chewing their lips in thought and others looking at the ground.

“Nah.” they laugh in unison.

-

Star was doing dishes in the kitchen, music approved by the group playing faintly in the background.

“You want some help?” Eddie asked, sauntering up to her.

“You wanna dry?” She took the tea towel on the counter and snapped it at him with a smile.

“You’re the winner, you call the shots.”

“I am aren’t I?” she popped a beaming smile on her face as she turned her attention back to the dishes.

“I’d say you did really well but you kinda sucked until the end.” He teased with a grin as she bumped him with her hip.

“Can’t let me just have a win can you?” she shook her head but kept the same smile.

“You’re getting better I’ll admit that.”

“Thanks. I’m trying.” she looks over to him to give him a genuine soft-eyed glance.

“I can tell.” his voice is gentle and quiet and unlike his Dungeon Master persona. Within a few plates time, they’re finished with the chore as they move on to more important things.

“You wanna drink?” she asked, whiskey bottle in hand as she sat on the floor in front of the couch. Eddie slid down next to her, crossed-legged on the shag carpet.

“I need to catch up.” he nodded as she grabbed another shot glass off the table and started to pour. “You wanna smoke?” he grinned and took a joint from behind his ear.

“Always.” she nods and takes an ashtray older than both of them off the side table. “I need one of these too.” she reached for the pack of cigarettes she’d kept under the table. “Lighters in my purse. Light me?” she asked with it extended toward him with pooched lips.

“You gonna smoke both?” he laughed and did as was asked of him.

“Yeah. Gimmie.” she grabby handed the joint he had just taken a drag off of. She put the cigarette in one corner and the joint in the other and started laughing. Puffs of smoke escaped her like a train as she exhaled. “Walrus.” she slapped her hands together.

“Seals are the ones that do the thing.” Eddie slapped his hands together like hers.

“They both do it!” she shouted. “Also walruses have the tusks. Seals don't.”

“You’ve got a mustache like a walrus that’s for sure.” he cackled.

“Oh my god Eddie!” she inhaled so hard she started coughing at his insult. “Asshole!”

The guys return to Star leaning over Eddie with his socked feet on her chest to hold her back as he kept her at leg length.

“Okay, maybe they are just friends.” Jeff snorted quietly, amused at the scene in front of him.

“Nah that’s flirting.” Gareth shook his head.

“What the hell kind of flirting is that?”

“The kind that a freak like Eddie does.”

“We leave you two alone and come back to you beating up the DM?”

“I’m beating up Eddie, not the DM,” she stated. “He insulted me, this is what he gets.”

“What happened to being nice?” Dustin tilted his head at a huffing Eddie.

“Change of plans.” Eddie grunted.

“Is this the game you were talking about playing?” Lucas grinned as they took their places around the table.

“No.” Star grabbed one of Eddie’s ankles and clawed her hand. A wordless threat to tickle him.

“I’ll curb-stomp your ass if you even THINK about it!” Eddie warns her with wide eyes and fists raised.

“I think my threat is sufficient.” She nodded smugly. “I want to play a party game. We don’t hang out outside of hellfire so I wanted to do some bonding with you guys.”

“You sound like my dad with her work friends. Team building exercises this. Synergy that.” Mike gags.

“I do wanna build as a team! But not in a white-collar way. I thought some good old-fashioned truth or dare might work better than a retreat where we cheat on our wives.”

“Hell yeah.” Gareth nods in approval.

“Really? Truth or dare?” Eddie's face was fully judging Star.

“Well we aren’t doing spin the bottle and we aren’t doing 7 minutes in heaven since I’m the only girl.” She states obviously. “Unless you guys wanna make out with each other. Which I have no issue with.” She giggled.

"I think that's gonna be a pass."

-

Star had cozied up the place. With the fireplace now going with the encroaching chill from outside through the old windows being fought off by the flames. A metal mixtape of Eddie’s plays faintly from a boom box on a far side table. With the lights dimmed and everyone stocked on snacks and drinks, the so-called bonding began.

“I usually drink beer this shit is…heavy.” Eddie’s eyes flinch as he takes a drink of whiskey in solidarity with the other older members.

“Ever had wine?”

“Ew no, who am I the pope?” Eddie frowns.

“Too sophisticated for you? I understand.” she pat his arm condescendingly.

“I prefer actual blood and not some pseudo blood like a Catholic.” He sticks out his tongue at Star and gives her big eyes, shaking his head to move his hair and lean toward her.

”That’s what I’ve heard.” Star snorts and palms his face to move him away. She pours them both another shot and pushes the bottle out. “We’ve got more of you wanna do any dares.” She plucks the joint from Eddie’s lips and takes a drag for herself. “This too.” She holds out the joint like she’s making a toast. “Who goes first?”

“You’re the host.” Dustin points out.

“Good point.” She nods, taking another drag. “So Dustin!” She smiled wide and sat back, one knee up and crossing her legs. Eddie steals back the joint and she doesn’t react. “Truth or dare.”

“Truth.” He confidently says with a nod.

“BOO!” A few guys exclaim.

“No choice shaming!” Star wags a finger. “Truths are just as valid as dares. Can also be equally as rewarding or devastating.” She pointed out. “Truth.” She nodded in thought, chewing her lip as she eyed the anticipating young man. “What was the last lie you told?”

“And we have to be honest?” He clarified.

“That’s a rule.” She clarified.

“Last lie….” his eyes wandered as he thought for a moment. “Oh! Today actually. My mom. Told her there’d be adults here.” He grinned mischievously.

“BOO!” Gareth groaned.

“It’s true!” His voice cracked.

“They can’t all be winners.” Star shrugged.

“Pretty solid question though.” Eddie nodded and spoke quietly to Star.

“My turn.” Dustin held his hand up and tapped his fingers together dramatically.

“The power will corrupt him.” Lucas chuckled.

“Eddie.”

“Oh shit.” He mumbled and sat up straight.

“Dare.” He let out a heavy exhale, elbows resting on his crossed legs.

“Should I?” Dustin lets out a dramatic laugh and rubs his hand together. “So many choices.” He hummed and considered. “Should I just kick start this party?“ he asked himself rhetorically.

“Shoot.” Eddie winked and pointed a finger gun at Dustin.

“Eddie. I dare you to kiss Star.” He says with a devilish radiant smile, looking over to Star.

“I knew it would happen but not so soon. You’ve got balls to startwith a kiss dare I’ll give you that much Henderson.” She nodded.

“Kiss her? Really?”

“A good one too!” He instructed and the targets both chuckled. “No cheek or hand.”

“Give the people their money's worth.” Jeff joined in laughing.

“You okay with this?”

“It’s the game, you have to play.” She shrugged but kept a smile. “My only addendum here. This goes for everyone. I don’t want everyone daring me to kiss all of you. Got it? I knew the risk coming in but I’ll be damned if that’ll stop me. But I’m not gonna swap spit with everybody. Can we agree with that?”

“Agreed.” A mumble and nods among the group.

“So knowing that do you want me to kiss Eddie? Or are you changing your answer?”

“No takesie backsies.” Mike commanded with a shake of his head.

“Okay, that’s added to the rules.” Star hits the table like she has a gavel.

“We just… in front of everyone?” Eddie asked, eyes glancing around the table.

“Yep.” Dustin gave a single hard nod.

“You really not want to kiss me that bad?” Star chuckled as she turned her body towards his.

“It’s not that.” He gave her a playful smile and met her body posture.

“Any further requests? Because if I kiss him then you say no that’s not what I meant and I’m not doing it again. Only one dare per turn.”

“Are we writing a fuckin' contract over every turn come ON.” Gareth groaned.

“I’m simply making sure rules are established.” Star said softly.

“On the lips. For… 15?” He looks to the other guys. “15 seconds?” He’s given a series of kids.

“And you can’t just push your lips together and then hold them there for 15 seconds,” Lucas added. “Has to be a real kiss.”

“Sinclair, what do you know about real kissing you little scamp?” Star laughed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled back.

“Set the timer. Tell us when.”

“You ready?” Star giggled inches from Eddie’s face.

“I hate this.” He whispered and it made her laugh.

“S’not so bad.”

“Go!” Dustin called out. Eddie did look a bit hesitant. He didn’t like doing this in front of anyone else. He didn’t care for knowing Dustin felt like he’d done something in regards to getting them together. If they only knew.

Star gave him a sweet smile and moved forward first. A move not missed by the older guys. They went by the rules, and neither was going to show off. They were nowhere near drunk enough for that. A single press for a breath, and Eddie followed her lead, not wanting to metaphorically step on her toes. He couldn’t help but be affected by her soft cherry chapstick tasting lips as she kissed him with soft movements and a push of her mouth into his.

It’d been a little while since they’d been together in any capacity. He’d been trying to save the kisses for when they’d turn into more as he had started getting the urge to kiss her for more reasons than the bored and horny claim they’d started their fling with. With her working, their social expectations, hobbies, and midterms looming there hadn't been as much time for having rendezvous together. He didn’t want to call her up for a quickie only to have to leave or crash immediately after and run as soon as he woke a few hours later.

So the physical effects of Star's soft lips truly kissing Eddie were apparent and he resituates himself to hide that fact. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed kissing her.

“And time.”

She pulled away with a smile and couldn’t help but let out a giggle she muffled by lowering her head. She’d missed kissing him too. The group was quiet, a mix of curiosity and a flutter of arousal moving through the group having watched the two truly, fully kiss.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” She scrunched her nose at him, a look he was used to seeing in private.

“No that was-“ he let out a deep chuckle and realized his posture had slumped and relaxed at her touch. “Yeah, that’s good.” He nodded and pulled his knees against his chest.

“Dustin you’ve embarrassed the poor thing.” Star pouts and reaches to pinch Eddie’s cheek and he takes her by the wrist and lowers her hand before she can touch him.

“No’m not.” he grumbles.

“It’s your turn now anyway.”

“Revenge.” Star giggled. Eddie could see her eyes a bit glassy and knew she was feeling the whiskey.

“Star.” Eddie smiles devilishly. A cackle comes from the older boys at the heel turn.

“I kissed you! You don’t pick on me!” she whined.

“Truth or dare?” Eddie says with a wide shake of his head, dismissing her complaint.

“Dare.” she states with an aggressive head nod.

“I dare you to kiss me.” he says before it turns into a deep laugh. “I’m kidding.” he grins as she shoved his arm in response. “I want you to go find the most embarrassing photo of you that you have.”

“Ohshit.” she groaned and slumped her shoulders. A laugh moved throughout the group at her expense. “That’s a good one. You asshole.” she complained and stood, going to one of the closed back rooms to find a photo album.

“So how was the kiss?” a hissed whisper from Jeff as he leaned forward across the table.

“Good?” Eddie smirked.

“That’s all we get? Really?” Gareth frowned.

“You saw it!” Eddie whisper shouted back.

“It looked good.” Jeff snorted out a quiet laugh.

“It was.” Edie lowered his eyes and smiled, Dustin giggled at the sight.

“Okay, I found an old album.” They all slunk back to their original positions at the appearance of the kisser in question. “We don’t have that many really.” she sat back down next to Eddie and thumped the old album on the table with a poof of dust. “There are the usual naked bathtub photos but everyone’s got those. They aren’t embarrassing. I’m not really embarrassed by any of them.” she pouted her lips as she fanned through the sticky pages. “I guess this one is the best.” she pushed the book out and tapped a photo. A photo of Star with no front teeth and a wide smile at about 8 years old with a laughing Robbie in the background. “I had just come home from school. I’d gotten in a fight and was losing my baby teeth pretty rapidly. So when I got hit it knocked out by loose teeth.” she laughed at the sight. She had lop-sided and messy pigtails and a smudge of dirt on her face. Despite the rough exterior, her little face was proud and delighted. “Mom took the picture. We were surprised it was in focus with how much we were all laughing.”

“That’s adorable that’s not embarrassing,” Dustin said affectionately.

“She looks like you before your teeth came in.” Mike joked.

“It took them a little while to come in. I had two missing front teeth for a bit there. It was pretty damn cute.” Eddie watches Star’s face soften, a nostalgic and far away look in her eyes. “Does that count?” she met his eyes, surprised to find him looking up at her.

“Yeah, that’s pretty god damn cute. I can let that count.” he nodded with an air of smugness. Star slapped the album shut and slid it under the end table by the couch.

“My turn. Again.” she clapped her hands together lightly in thought. “Should I dare you to kiss me again? Is this the running joke now?”

“I think it is.” Eddie didn’t look at her, picking at his nails, but smiled at her.

“Okay.” she wiggled in her seat and thought for a moment. “Gareth.”

“Dare. Always.” he says with a surge of masculinity.

“Go grab the mustard and a tablespoon.” she smirked.

“Ah, shit.” he laughed and did as instructed.

Then began a more light-hearted series of dares of slapping the person to your right, ice cubes down your pants, and trying to flirt with the person to your left. A few more shots and double shots were had on dares. It was running smoothly and Star had caught a break for a moment.

“Star.” Mike asked.

“Okay. Truth.”

“C’mon choose dare.”

“Nope.” she grinned.

“Fine. Is it true you burned your old school down?”

“Mike.” Eddie hissed under his breath.

“No, it’s fine.” Star pat Eddie’s knee. “I didn’t. There was a fire but I didn’t burn the school down. I started the fire but I didn't on purpose.”

“Does that have anything to do with your arm?” he inquired further.

“MIKE!” Eddie sat up with his hands on the table, coming to her defense.

“Eddie.” Star put her hand to his chest. “Down boy.” she shushed him.

“Is that the rumor that went around? People said I burnt down my school because I had burn scars?”

“That and satanic sacrifices.” Lucas casually added.

“Is that one true?” Mike asked.

“Are we asking me questions now or are we playing?” Star chuckled.

“We’ve got a lot.” Dustin nodded. Star sighed and poured another shot without a word and hit it back. “Go on. Let’s get this over with.”

“Star.” Eddie said quietly.

“It’s fine. I wanted us to bond. It’s only fair I answer some things since we’re friends now.”

“I’m a witch but I don’t worship satan and I don’t sacrifice people. Or animals,” she explains like she’s counting off on her fingers. “The burns are related to the school fire and no I don’t want to elaborate on that. There was fire, I got burned. That’s pretty straightforward. I wasn’t trying to burn the school down. I’ve also heard I was in a cult, I wasn’t.”

“You could’ve stopped at the witch part because WHAT?” Mike's mouth hangs open.

“You know...paganism? I say witch because it gets the point across faster. It’s a belief system. It’s not pointy hats and cauldrons.”

“You have a cauldron.” Eddie smirked.

“SHE WHAT?” Dustin says absolutely invested.

“It’s tiny. I mix herbs and oils for spell work and rituals.”

“You do spells??” Lucas sits straight up.

“Yeah. It’s part of the practice. It’s like…praying?” she shrugs. “But more hands-on.”

“Have you ever put a spell on one of us?”

“No.” she heartily laughed.

“Sure you didn’t put a love spell on Eddie?” Dustin giggled.

“Didn’t need to.” she chuckled and pinched his cheek. He tried to hide a smile and failed.

“I DID hear you were... uh... I don’t know any other way to put it but you were using us... as a group… for sex magic.” Jeff added.

“Yeah, Eddie told me that one. That’s a good one. I’m not obviously since I’m not sleeping with all of you.” she chortled.

“I’ve had people ask if you and Eddie were.”

“That was YOU Gareth.” Star threw her head back in a laugh.

“I mean other people. They think you worship satan together and shit.”

“I don’t believe in satan.” she rolled her eyes.

“Why wouldn’t you date Steve?” Dustin blurted out and Eddie's head noticeably snapped his way.

“Why don’t you ask him? Isn’t he like, your best friend?”

“He wouldn’t tell me. Yeah but I wanna know. Ladies LOVE Steve.” Star sighed.

“I get it, I do. He’s a doll." Eddie side-eyed Star but she didn't notice. "Sweet guy, nice, all that jazz. But he’s not my type. His parents are rich, which changes your brain. I was born poor. There’s a fundamental difference in how we see the world.” she expressed with gripped hands. Eddie suppressed a smile and for what might've been the first time in his life he was glad he was poor. “He’s my friend. I’d do anything for the guy. But I won’t date him. I’d feel like I was leading him on knowing it wouldn’t work out in the long run.” she answers honestly and Dustin can tell. “Plus he’s very… he seems very domestic, bless him. He wants a wife and a houseful of kids with a dog and picket fence and I’m just… not that girl.” she huffed out softly.

“You don’t wanna get married? Ever?” Jeff asked as if this surprised him.

“I didn’t say that.” Star shook a finger his way. “I don’t know what the future holds. I’m not making plans. I’m just 18, well almost 19 but I’m not thinking about that right now. That’s future me’s problem.” she sat back with a laugh.

“You want kids? I still think you’d be a great mom.”

“I don’t know why you think that but the same answer. I don’t know.” she groaned. “Also don’t go commenting on if a girl wants to get married and have kids. It’s a bit fucked up, to be honest. I’m not lecturing you because I like you and know you don’t mean to be shitty. But making a woman feel bad for her choices that our culture forces on us from birth is shitty. Don’t do it. Mind your business.” she explains with a sweeping hand.

“That’s why I tried to stop this.” Eddie grumbled.

“I’m not mad. I just want them aware. I know you know.” she pat Eddie’s thigh.

“Why’d you move?” Gareth asks, Eddie felt Star's hand stiffen on his leg and she felt him tense just the same.

“I needed to… get away from the city.” her tone was tight. Her body language shifted to guarded.

“Did you not have friends? Did they not care that you just bolted?” he further inquired.

“Turns out the people I thought were my friends were actually kinda shitty.” She sat back and sighed.

“What about a boyfriend?” Gareth smirked.

“You could quit interrogating her you know.” Eddie says with a little bite.

“She appeared out of nowhere! Call me curious!”

“I had one.” She shrugged, looking down and avoiding the gazing eyes.

“Ohhh what was he like?” Dustin innocently asked. He was hoping to find out if he’d been anything like Eddie.

“Well…” she took a deep breath. “He’s in prison now so… if that gives you any idea.” She rubbed her arm and her brow dropped.

“Oh shit. You dated a criminal?”

“He wasn’t in prison when I met him.”

A few sets of eyes blink at her in question.

“Why’d he go to prison?”

“Robbery?” She shook her head.

“Stole a car!” Another shake with tighter lips.

“Murder?” Were thrown into the ring for contenders along with clueless laughter.

“No it was actually,” she paused and her nose winced involuntarily. “Uhm, Aggravated Assault.” No one in the group except for Eddie had heard Star's voice turn so quickly. “That was the… uh, official charge.” She looked away and her face fell. She felt a flutter in her chest that grew to burn in her cheeks. She sounded small, scared. A crack of emotion as she swallowed audibly and tensed her jaw. She took a slow inhale and stood from her spot. “I’m gonna… just gimmie a minute.” She barely muttered and disappeared behind her bedroom door quickly. After only a moment's pause.

“Oh shit, you mean…” Dustin whispered in realization.

“I fucking told you!” Eddie hissed with venom at the group of boys and their wide shocked eyes.

“We didn’t know!” Dustin looked petrified at what they’d done. “Did you?”

“Remember when I said it was complicated?” Eddie looked over the younger three now cowering backward. “And to leave HER alone about it?”

“How was I supposed to know something like THAT happened?” Dustin screeched in defense.

“We were just asking questions. She said to.” Gareth grimaced.

“And you couldn’t see she wasn’t into it when you asked about Chicago? Use your brain! People don’t up and leave somewhere without a reason. And it usually isn’t a good one!” Eddie felt his anger hot in his face. He’d raised to his knees and was wide-armed on the coffee table to assert himself over the group.

“We didn’t know! We’re sorry!” Jeff pouted.

“Yeah, we had no idea.”

“She seems so tough I never thought she’d let someone...”

“A girl who doesn’t trust anyone shows up, with burns, to a town she has no connection to and you don’t stop and think she’s been through something? You all aren’t that stupid. C’mon.” Eddie groaned.

“I didn’t think…” Mike began.

“Stop right there. That’s all you needed to say.” Eddie spits out and raises to sit on the couch.

“Dude we said we were sorry.” Lucas added.

“Tell her. Not me.” He ran a hand through his hair, his posture slumped. He looked at her bedroom door.

“I don’t think she wants to see us right now.”

Eddie stands after staring for a silent minute.

“Clean up and get stuff ready to lay out and watch a movie. I’ll get her back out here and you’ll apologize. And she’ll forgive you.” He chops his hands as he speaks. “It’ll be fine.” He shakes out his hands, rings feeling heavy as he threw them down, hoping to move out the bad energy before he approached her.

With a knock, he opened the squeaking door to see her looking his way from the window. It was open, the pitch black heavy against her and the flowery curtains that blew lightly from the October breeze. “Can I?” She nodded in response, taking a drag from a cigarette. He slinked into the door as if opening it all the way wasn’t an option.

“I shouldn’t have left.” She pursed her lips together looking more disappointed than upset.

“No, you should’ve told them to mind their own damn business.” He was the one that sounded like he’d been outed.

Her brows raised in surprise at him, her lashes fluttering as she looked him over.

“Sorry.” He huffed out, joining her by the window.

“What are you mad about?” Her chin jutted upward as she offered him her cigarette. He took it with a twitching hand.

“I’m mad they upset you.”

“Don’t be. They didn’t know.” She sighed. “I mean, neither did you. Not really.” her lips formed a thin line, and her pronounced cupid’s bow stretched out.

“I knew something…” he trailed off and paused, there wasn’t any reason to get into it. “Are you okay?” He diverts his attention and hands her back the brightly glowing paper.

“I’m fine. I overreacted.” She looked away to her feet, an arm covering her chest.

“I don’t think so.” He offered his condolences.

“I’ve been drinking and smoking and I didn’t know if I’d get emotional and I didn’t wanna cry like some little kid in front of them so I removed myself from the situation.”

“Makes sense.” He spoke quietly and wanted to reassure her that she didn’t have to hide her emotions but he knew she didn’t like showing weakness. He knew she thought being emotional was weak. He related to that. “I know they’re not happy about upsetting you. For what it’s worth.”

“Yeah, I figured. As soon as I came in here I regretted leaving.” she rolled her eyes at herself and looked out to the field by her house dimly lit by a holiday-appropriate looking moon.

“It gave me a chance to lecture them about how stupid they were acting.” His eyes lit up a bit, his face losing its hard edge he’d entered with.

She let out a soft audible sigh at the sight of his brown eyes soft once again, looking to hers for approval.

“What?” he huffed, a crooked smile on his recently licked lips.

With a soft face, she stepped closer, closing the space between them. She tip-toed up to kiss him and he instinctively lowered his head to meet her halfway.

“What’s that for?” his half-lidded eyes gazed almost sleepily down at her smiling face.

“You know you don’t have to protect me from everything Eddie. It’s very cute. Endearing even, but you don’t have to.”

“I know.” He sounds unconvincing. “I don’t like it when you’re upset.” he reached out and took her hand into his. “Especially if it’s something I can stop.”

“That’s not your job, Eddie.” shaking her head, strand fell into her face as her shoulders jostled at a silent laugh.

“Sure it is.” he shrugged. He looked up to her from his face's lowered position, the tips of his wavy bangs tickling along his eyelids. A tease of dimple appeared on his cheek from the light-hearted grin he shot her way. “I mean, we did kiss so that pretty much means you’re like, my girlfriend now. So it’s my job.” He gives her his trademark charm and cheekiness as he expressively moves his head with his teasing words.

“Oh is that what that means?” Her whole chest moved with her laugh.

“I mean that’s what Katie Steinbeck told me in 2nd grade when she kissed me on the playground so… I think it holds up.”

Star's eyes shut with a hearty laugh.

“I’d say I can’t believe those little fuckers did that but I totally can. I thought they’d do worse, to be honest.”

“What’s worse than having to kiss you?” He scrunched his nose at her but his smile lines deepened. She dropped her jaw in dramatic offense taken.

“Having to kiss YOU.” She made a grossed-out face but leaned up to kiss him again.

A shared laugh got caught between presses of their lips.

“So gross.” He mumbled before pressing his mouth to hers a second time. He released their clasping fingers to pull her against him.

“Disgusting.” She objected only with the word, no tone of rejection was to be found in her voice or body language. His hand found her jaw and planted itself there as he felt her lean her weight into him at the touch.

“Why would anyone wanna kiss you?” His nose caressed hers before planting an audible kiss on her now shining lips.

“Couldn’t pay me to kiss you again.” She grinned before her tongue lapped against his full lower lip. A deep but playful grunt escaped him as his hand clutched her back and he returned the gesture. He felt the slightest catch in her exhale through his hot palm as his tongue traced her lip.

“Your trembling is giving you away.” He grinned before taking her lower lip into his mouth with a gentle suck. It extracted a small moan from her open mouth. He bit into the thick flesh and watched her eyes flutter shut, her mossy irises rolling to white before disappearing. She whined before he unlatched and set her free, a delicious throb in her lower lip grew as she pushed her mouth to his with a needy call for more. The heat grew between them, fanned by the heavy breaths they shared between cracks in the shifting seals of their kisses. Star felt the room spin, her eyes lolling about in their sockets before she parted from his thoroughly distracting mouth and took a deep breath.

“Oh boy. I am drunk.” A dopey smile crossed her face as she batted her eyes and steadied herself. “Got so worked up I got woozy.” She admitted with a bashful giggle.

“Well, I can’t very well be taking advantage of a drunk girl.” He gave her a soft smile she didn’t pay attention to. He turned her to the window, moving to stand her against his chest. His tender fingers tucked her hair back from her face as he let the cold air hit her directly from the window. “Especially one that that thinks kissing me is so gross. Maybe that’s it. You’re not drunk. You’re so grossed out by me you’re getting nauseous.” He saw her darling smile, shut eyes, and closed lips as she cozied into his embrace, her hands holding onto his arms that wrapped around her chest.

“Must be it.” She sighed contently, letting her head hang back and lay in his chest. He placed a kiss on her temple that drew a happy hum from her. “Let’s make everyone go home and we can get in bed.” She let out a yawn. Eddie grinned at her idea and put his face against hers as he spoke.

“I’ve got the next best thing.” He promised. ”They’re picking out a movie and you can get comfy on the couch and I’ll be right there with you.” She nodded, soaking in the feeling of the vibration from his voice moving into her body from the soft press of his face to hers.

“You don’t think it’ll be suspicious if we’re cuddled up on the couch?”

“I mean we kissed why stop there?” She felt his smile against her cheek and returned it earnestly.

“I can’t be seen snuggling with the likes of you.” She giggled and turned her head, kissing his cheek.

“How about… I’ve got a sleeping bag, I’ll put it right in front of the couch. How’s that sound? How’s that for compromise?”

“I’ll still smell you from there.” She snorted out a short-lived laugh. He bit her nose in retaliation and she wiggled and squeaked in his arms. He growled playfully and bit her jaw as she squirmed and he held her tightly.

“Let’s get some food in you so you’ll stop being so mean to me.” He noisily left a smack of a kiss on her cheek before releasing her from his arms and taking her hand to lead her toward the door.

-

Star got more homemade food in her stomach to soak up the alcohol. The boys apologized and she did as well. The subject was dropped and the next was raised as to which of the rentals they’d watch. Star and Eddie had seen all of them before but they happily piled into their soft nests to watch them again anyway. The boys sat in a trio and didn’t falter much, candy and soda fueling their banter.

Star and Eddie however faded much faster. She was on her front on the couch, and a comforter and pillows cocooned her in. Eddie’s sleeping bag was right against the couch, a pillow of Stars under his head, smashed into a square to prop him up. Star watched the light of the tv flicker across his face. The dying fire glowed against the darkness of the living room with its dated floral wallpaper and carpet. With the attention drawn to the screen and not them, she ran her fingers through his hair. At first, he was startled as he turned to back to check out what she was doing. She simply smiled and brushed his hair out of his face, continuing with her original intention. Throughout the movie they dozed, fighting sleep as she kept her nails to Eddie's scalp and played mindlessly in his wavy mop of hair. The soft but frizzy strands slipped through her fingers and soothed her with the repetitive motion.

They made it through the first movie, but by the middle of the second, everyone was starting to fade, even the sugar-filled youngsters. Eddie had laid on his back, accepting that sleep was coming for him. Star peered over the edge of the couch, walking her fingers up Eddie's chest and plucking his lower lip. She sighed and smiled, cheek mushed as her half-lidded eyes watched his. She tapped the button end of his nose and ran her nail up his bridge to his forehead. She ran the soft pad of her finger back down the center of his face. She traced his bone structure of eye sockets and jaw with a single exploratory finger. He closed his eyes and let her play. Another upward then down trek of the center of his face led her to his lips again. She traced the full shape pushing his cupid’s bow in then flicking his lower lip with her nail open. He fluttered his eyes open and smiled as she kept snapping his lower lip. He silently lunged and bit the end of her finger. He saw her jolt and grin, rolling back and disappearing before appearing again and stifling a laugh. She repeated her motion and he once again bit her fingertip, seemingly much to her delight. It felt wholesome and affectionate that night; her studying and fussing on him. He took her hand into his and kissed it. Her face softened, eyelids were heavy and happy. He kissed each finger pad, closing his eyes for an indulgent moment with the intimate contact. His larger and far stronger hand manipulated hers easily to nose and nuzzle it to repay the affection. He entwined their fingers, a cold metal shock to her skin as they laced against him. He placed a kiss and mouthed, “go to sleep”. She lifted his hand and kissed a bare-knuckle and let him have control of her hand again willingly.

“Okay.” She whispered. She nuzzled her head into her pillow, sleeping at the edge of the couch so they could both see each other. He left his hand in hers letting it rest on his chest and they fell asleep with the compromise of holding a single hand.

Part 11

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[kingwolfie08]

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normally i tend to see people draw human bill cipher looking menacing and hot, but i just made him look adorable.

oh yeah- this is kinda just the redesign of my version of human bill cipher that i never showen the original version outside of the dnaa (doodles n arts amino) and will i show it outside the dnaa? no! why wont i show it outside the dnaa? because its cringey old art i made back in 2021, or 2022, when i was 13.

oh yeah- i almost forgot to add his hat, and i realized that i did, when i was nearly finished. but as you can see, i still managed to add it.

but if you want an idea of what it could look like, just imagine this drawing, but uglier.

oh yeah- heres like a random drawing of human bill cipher i did earlier today-

idk why im adding this here, but i like it.

also i really dont need to edit this post 100 times in a minute, so i should probably leave it be now.

#gravity falls #human bill cipher #why the fuck do people have to make a fucking dorito look hot #human bill design #also why tf do people ship a damn child #with a being that is most likely over 1000 years old #like seriously. dippers a fucking child.

[eddieydewr]

I can’t understand why people hate on Noah so much when Brett has done worse things

i think it’s because brett genuinely doesn’t give a fuck what his critics think lol people started calling him a zionist pig and he’s like cool, that’s going on my bio 😭 he’s wearing the mettle and he has zero fucks to give. he’s more concerned about his community and his soon to be wife than his own career and reputation. he hates how the left has gone full antisemitic and them not realising it (“it’s antizionism!!”). i think in a way, he feels betrayed. so he is focusing on his people and extending his support to israel. is he going about it the wrong way? sometimes, yeah. especially when he’s like, “IF YOU CRITICISE THIS AND NOT THAT, IT’S BECAUSE YOU HATE JEWS!!” it’s almost giving michael rapaport when he starts his videos with a massive show of cackling that drags on and then, “oh you think calling me a zionist is an insult?”

i don’t think brett is a full on islamophobe; he’s being tone deaf, uncaring about how the pro palestine crowd might feel about it, and israelis and jews are his priority. remember, israel isn’t a jews only nation. afaik, he does support palestine becoming a state, in a peaceful coexistence with israel. he always has. and he used to be critical of israel in the past but his perspective changed after october 7. like, i can’t really blame him for that. and he’s not gonna mince his words for people who won’t extend the same courtesy he’s prepared to give.

but i’m not saying all this in defence of brett but to show how different he is compared to noah. the kid may be resilient but he’s also sensitive and empathetic, even if people think his words and actions say otherwise. he cares deeply about everyone affected by the war, and he also enjoys connecting with the fanbase so he is understandably upset about disappointing some of the fans. i like the kid but he’s still so young and naive; he wants to make sure that everyone is happy and on the same page. it’s a lovely intention but it’s not realistic. and he learned that the hard way. he doesn’t have to act like brett and stop caring what people think of him. he needs to find a happy medium, and establish boundaries with his overzealous fans.

EDIT: i forgot to add that due to noah’s nature, he’s an easy target. he cares so he gets hurt. brett doesn’t care so people don’t spend as much energy on him. therefore, noah gets the most hate bc it works.

#beth answers #my brain is finished omg i rly need to rest lmao what are words

[thegeminisage]

sigh. tng update post. last night we watched "11001001" and then i did half of "too short a season" and then went to bed and then today i finished it.

11001001: not sure why everyone likes this episode? the scifi premise was cool enough of course but i feel like we spent so much time watching picard and riker almost have a threesome with this made up computer lady that it kind of ruins the effect.

it grosses me out that you can do that on the holodeck. LIKE, AT WORK? i am kinkshaming fr. it's basically using a blowup doll at your office building's tennis court or whatever

i hate the holodeck SO much. i'm not at all religious but every single holodeck episode makes me want to call a priest. that thing is unholy unnatural and it should NOT exist. i truly wish i had more to say

oh wait yeah i do have one more thing. i finally almost respected picard when he was getting ready to blow the ship up. i was just complaining about not having seen his spine...unfortunately all the business with ms sexbot kind of ruined the effect lol

oh wait sorry im editing this days later to add i forgot that i also loved geordi the blind guy teaching data to paint. you could have had a whole episode on that alone

too short a season: i feel like there was a good episode hiding in here somewhere, but it's lost under the benjamin button gimmick. the old person makeup looks bad (i hate that kind of makeup anyway though) and the guy drinking both vials for no goddamn reason is so fucking stupid - i do at least like that his wife got to yell at him about it though. good for her

the most compelling part of this episode is that admiral button (i forget his name) thought he was picking the lesser evil when actually he was doing something fucking horrible. i think it would've been a lot more powerful if they'd kept him old and infirm, to have him brought before the people he'd wronged with age deteriorating him instead of...lack of age

also i cant help but notice the callback to a private little war from tos...kirk made the same decision and did also agree that it fell under the prime directive, but the difference was kirk didn't start it, the klingons did, and kirk chased them off before making sure both sides were exactly equal and then left them to it. and also he was fucking miserable about it the entire time because in that case it truly did seem to be the lesser evil but it was still so evil. a callback would have been nice...i just can't help but think how cool this episode could have been if it had been kirk all elderly and confronting his past mistakes. i know they couldn't do that though

i still have to do "when the bough breaks" "home soil" and "coming of age" on my own...that's so many episode 💀💀💀

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb

[switch-puppygirl]

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DNI LIST:

minors - block on sight if no age in bio

anyone with blank/ageless blog / a blog that seems fake / anyone that looks like a bot - you'll be blocked on sight, you've been warned

terfs, transphobes, anti-LGBTQIA+ folk

DNI if you don't respect trans rights.

anyone with the following kinks: r4pe, detrans, raceplay, misoginy, patriarchy, incest

this list may be edited at anytime.

Why did you follow me?

Your posts probably made me horny. Yeah that's pretty much it.

Should I send asks/comment/interact with you?

I mean feel free to (after reading the whole post), but I can't sext back. I do feel my tail wag and exhibitionist kink tingle when you praise me there, tho~

Oh, I may take a while to answer you. That's because I need to talk to my owner first. If he doesn't like you that's too bad. Please don't pressure me to answer quickly.

Asks are tagged #sunny asks.

Can I DM you?

DMs are too personal for me. Idk if I'll ever answer them. I'm sorry if I just ignore you. You could send an ask tho.

I'm not looking for new friends but some puppy buddies seem nice. Just remember, I already have an owner!

Again, I may take a while to answer you since I have to talk to my owner first.

If my owner doesn't like you I may never answer again 🤷‍♀️

Oh, I almost forgot: English is not my first language. So if I say something in a weird way, feel free to help me correct it, as I'm always learning.

now let me introduce myself 🦴

Hello! I'm sunflower. You can call me sunflower, sun or sunny if you'd like.

Have you noticed there's a dom/switch puppygirl shortage in the market? Well, fear not, for here I am.

This is my horny blog to post about my puppy thoughts without my friends thinking I'm a weird furry.

Feel free to read my hornyposting, but beware: I bite.

Me being switch also means I won't be all helpless and braindead as you may expect. I mean, I am pretty helpless and dumb, but not as much as my puppy friends. So keep that in mind!

some things about me

I'm a woman and use she/her pronouns.

🏳‍🌈 I'm a panromantic sapphic. I may post about men or women at anytime. I will use #sunny sapphic when posting about girls and and #sunny fiancé when posting about men (likely only referring to my fiancé).

💍 By the way, I'm engaged to the most perfect owner ever! That means I won't be able to flirt with anyone. Sucks to be you I guess. He also reads my blog. Hi, love!~

As for cute pet names, you can call me pup, puppy and good girl. Yeah not all that creative right, I'm still discovering things. If you act someway I dislike, I'll tell you and I expect you to respect me okay? We're both adults here!

💛 My favorite kinks (for now) are: pet play (duuuh!), praise, orgasm control/edging, overstimulation, breeding, impreg, bondage, shibari, free use, dry humping, femdom, thigh riding, scissoring, feral play

⚠ I may post about those kinks as well (in a light way! :3): knife play, impact play, exhibitionism, blood play, masochism / sadism, choking, intoxication, breathplay. All those will have cw. Consent is mandatory.

❌ Hard limits: r@p3 play, CBT, hypno, scat / piss, cuckold / cheating, basicaly anything else that makes unconscious, anything mortal aaaand, believe it or not, eating/drinking out of a bow or being out in public while leashed.

I'm still getting used to a bunch of things. I guess I'm primal hunter. I guess I like knotting. Who knows. I'm about to find out.

BEWARE: I LIKE TAKING BATHS

BEWARE: I ALSO GROWL AND BITE A LOT

IF I FLIRTED WITH YOU: NO I DIDNT SORRY IF IT CAME OUT THAT WAY ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE IF I DID

ALSO (I keep on remembering things to add...) I'm GNC (most days). That means I'll sometimes post about wearing ties, suits and boxers. Just a heads-up - my pronouns will always be she/her tho, and I don't like to be called darling, handsome etc

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[goosefeather]

finished riverstar's home which is uhh the first super edition i actually finished since graystripe's vow?? i wanna say??

anway! final review: not enough death!!!

(actual, long review under the cut)

riverstar's home is Good. granted i had no expectations for it and kind of forgot it was a thing until it came out. but for a super edition that most people were like "huh? riverstar? really?" it really knocked it out of the park

and i just really think that the erins had a theme in mind (finding home and what that means to our guy riverstar) and the text actually supports that. and i know, most books do this and it is something we all had to learn in high school english. however, warriors has a thing where the messaging is telling us one thing but the actual text is saying something completely different (think of like... everything to do with bramblestar)

that being said, i liked reading about a young riverstar (yes, my character tag for him is river ripple and i prefer that but y'know riverstar is shorter) and his struggle to find a place in the forest territory. it's actually a really good coming of age story that really resonates with anyone who has like moved out of their hometown and has felt incredibly isolated because of that (like me!)

also as a dotc Enjoyer i really liked seeing the events from riverstar's perspective. unlike uhh the last two super editions where the new viewpoint didn't add anything (or it retconned something to make it worse!) or added in things that were just kinda... bad (still dont like brushpaw), riverstar was just enough of an enigma that it worked. like from gray wing's pov, riverstar is an Established Cat on the river and he plays it well. but in actuality he's just a lonely guy trying desperately to maintain his friendships while trying to carve out some space for himself. it's interesting and fun and even the one eye and slash bits that i didn't care for in dotc were fun to read about from his pov

unfortunately, this is dotc so the last half Drags. like it makes sense, obviously, after riverstar feels settled into his life and home and new role as leader, someone from his past comes back and makes him question all of it. love it, really. the problem is once they leave and make it a journey! idk what it is but the minute these cats start wandering off territory it turns into a snoozefest. tell me one book where a journey to some place was Fun to Read and you cant say TNP cuz we both know it wasnt

also, im so sorry, i know we love women here and we have to cuz the erins don't but i dont like finch. like the most she shows up to help with fighting slash's rogues and riverstar was like "she was feisty!" or whatever i knew it was So Over. im sick of this thing where they introduce a she-cat just for the purpose of giving our main male lead kits. it was bad with gray wing and slate and it's bad with finch. remember when she almost stayed behind? i was hoping so hard that it would stick

and like compare finch and riverstar to say night and riverstar (im not pitting two bad bitches against each other give me a sec). before riverstar leaves to go back to help the park cats, night is nervous, her and riverstar have been through a lot together and they lean on each other. so she's vulnerable with him and he's like "oh im sorry i dont think of you that way??" and she's like "no!!! you idiot!! as a Friend" and yeah it made sense cuz we've seen them grow together in real time. finch got None of that because she is not meant to be a character and it bugs me

however, clear sky came in to save the day and cause problems on purpose at the end so the book ended on a high note (for me)

and uhh yeah, this is already pretty long and i actually have More Shit to say cuz i genuinely did like this book a lot i just wanted to get my thoughts out while they were still rattling around in my brain

god i didnt even talk about how i wanted more cats to die

#it's looonng #anyway talk to me about dotc #i really really like dotc #and this book