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theboxfort · 10 months

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List of details I've noticed in TPOT 1

Because I miss Pie, Liy, and Stapy. Gonna start AFTER the Cake at Stake

A lot of the focus will be put on Death PACT Again because. That's my favorite team.

Also ran out of space, so all the Exitor stuff after the credits is in the reblog!

Details in the elevator scene (seen above):

The most obvious one is where Two opens the door and it hits Puffball's face

Pie gets pushed into the elevator by the crowd (she's just sitting there)

Alternatively, she might actually be sliding backwards by herself instead of being pushed by the crowd

Coiny is most likely the first object to get into the elevator, as seen here

Fanny started out quite far away from the elevator but then scampered into the elevator. Also her legs barely moved

Pen was just out of the shot and had to haul ass into the elevator

Lightning waited for everyone (aside from Two) to get into the elevator before getting in there himself

Alternatively, an observation by @sweeswawswussy on twitter (a REALLY good one)!

lightning kinda look like hes contemplating to either float down the building with black hole or getting into the lift the face he made when he looks at black hole tho hhh looks like he felt sorry for him

BH didn't get in, because he didn't want to accidentally suck anyone up (which will 100% happen in such a small space), so he went down on his own

The rest of these are set AFTER the team picking scene (under the cut, because it's LONG)

When Two announced the challenge, everyone's standing in teams :]

The painting in the lobby, next to the elevator

During the elevator gets stuck scene with Just Not, while everybody reacted to the alarm, Pillow didn't. When the elevator falls, she's the only one smiling

Remote added a face to her drawing after she finished explaining <:]

PIE HOPPED DOWN FROM THE STAIRS LOOK AT HER GOOOOOOOOOOOO

Are You Okay's scene, yeah, let's go

This is shown in order! TB does not scream at all. GB seems excited at first, but after she got flung back, she's now. Not screaming in excitement. Eraser has the classic BFDI mouth in the first two flings.

COMPUTER ENHANCE THE PILE

80% sure that this is Cloudy's pile, I think that's a painting/drawing of Cloudy? The shape seems to fit him. There's also Balloony and Woody in the background, and maaaaybe Roboty to the bottom right, I'm not too sure.

BACK TO DEATH PACT!!!

In this scene, Fanny's the only member who doesn't seem to be tired! She's not panting, she's up straight (can't really tell if she's sitting or standing), and she's >:C

Remote gets recharged later, that's why she's also up in the second pic

When Just Not made it to the top, Book has the scrunkly old BFDI arm asset (the arm that's waving)

FANNY, SHE'S SMILING EHEHEHEHEH IT'S NOT A DETAIL, I JUST LIKE HER!!! Also Pie opens up her eyes :]

Sorry for the Death PACT Again stuff, I really like them. Here's a shot of them getting thrown by Remote

Remote grabs Trees and tells him to get Black Hole

TINY DEATH PACTERS...

Okay, so I counted all the hits Two got in this scene, and here's a list of what happened:

2 punches from Snowball

1 kick from Eggy

Another smack (1) from Snowball

1 jump/stomp from Marker

2 face slams from Robot Flower

1 slam from Bell

2 zaps from Lightning

1 BODY SLAM from Basketball

1 tray slap from Pillow

1 vomit to the face from Rocky (with Tree holding him)

1 jump kick from Foldy

1 knee strike from Basketball (GO BASKETBALL GO)

At least 10 stomps from Grassy (since we don't know if he kept stomping after the cut)

So in total, Two received 25 hits from these guys. The team that did the most damage is...

The Strongest Team on Earth with 20 hits! 10 from Grassy (the MVP), 3 from Snowball, 2 from Robot Flower, 2 from Basketball, 1 from Bell, 1 from Eggy, and 1 from Foldy!

A tangent here, from this screenshot, we can see that there's 6 floors in the hotel! Each floor is color coded too, red = lobby, orange = 2nd floor, yellow = 3rd floor, green = 4th floor, teal/cyan/blue = 5th floor, and the roof. Is a roof.

Fun fact, Basketball's lab from TPOT 2 is on the 4th floor!

Exitor stuff in the reblogs!!

#osc #battle for dream island #bfdi #bfb #tpot #long post #pink posts #part 2 done and it's in the reblogs hi hi and good night

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mouse-fantoms · 6 months

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Absolutely one asked for this but I wanna say what all my favorite outfits are per character is bc I can!

First up, Miss Julie herself, the other day I said I can’t get over how pretty she is in this look so this isn’t that much of a surprise but I mean,

The shade of blue is so pretty on her and the illustration on her shirt is so cute. What also makes this look get double points too from me is bc of the whole how at the start Julie is in baggy clothes bc it’s a reflection of like her grief and where she is with it but then as the episodes continue her clothes get more personalized and like less baggy idk it’s just such a nice little detail and this is such a cute outfit to have be in the last episode for Julie that reflects where she is now with her grief since the boys are in her life now.

My absolute favorite Luke outfit is his llama jacket look,

You’re just used to seeing him in the black background color graphic tees with him and so to see him in this like lighter version of his wardrobe is nice. This one is also my favorite of his lil llama jacket 🥺 observe,

He’s got a llama on his pocket therefore it’s his llama jacket. Also too the jacket just looks so cozy, I mean all his jackets look incredibly comfortable (LOOKIN AT YOU SAD FLANNEL) but it’s easier to see the like individual like threads of it bc it’s white it just looks extra cozy.

My favorite Reggie outfit has to be this variation of his wardrobe,

Don’t get me started on the little detail that it’s implied through his outfits that he’s only got a couple things he can wear bc he always like reusing different things from his other outfits like he only has a rotation of a few things (that is a detail that implies so much about his character and like background of him and ugh I just love it but again don’t get me started). The white t-shirt with his red flannel just is like yes a basic look but idk he just suits it really well. (I love too how his belt matches his bass strap we love the coordination)

Call me basic but I love Alex’s debut outfit that we see,

Again he also just looks cozy with the hoodie and then also the denim material like jacket over it, I like the layering of it and like the distressed part of the jacket adds to it like it’s a good look, it makes it interesting to look at bc of the distress-ness in it. I like that he wears his Fanny pack across his body it’s a good look for him.

Naturally after Alex we have to discuss Willie, I love his lil sweater paws outfit,

This look of his is the closest to my personal choice of wardrobe so that’s probably why I like it as much as I do 😂 that hoodie just looks so comfy and oversized on him. To me too, him having this hoodie just implies that like Alex and him can share their hoodies WHICH IS JUST ADORABLE

My favorite Carrie fit is her like lounging at home look,

THE COLORS OF HER JACKET ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER AND THE DESIGN IS LIKE A SCRIBBLE LOOKING PATTERN ITS SO CUTE AND THEN HER SHIRT SAYS ROYALTY LIKE WHAT A QUEEN MOVE

…ahem

The colors of this one just compliment really well together and I like her shirt, it’s very Carrie of her. This also does indeed give the feeling of an outfit you’d wear to just like relax in.

Lastly, hear me out on this one for Nick,

I like the coordination of hat that matches his hoodie. Like he put thought into at least what hat he’d wear with this which I respect. And like again the hoodie with his jean jacket he just looks warm and comfy in it (Also he doesn’t have that many outfit options compared to how many the others had but this is my top out of them all for his)

#I just Ike looking coziness and feelin cozy is what we’ve gathered here today I think 🥰#I mean my own personal style is just like graphic tees and hoodies to express my interests so maybe that adds up to why certain looks are #my favorite when it comes to them #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp netflix #julie molina #luke patterson #reggie molina #reggie peters #alex mercer #carrie wilson #jatp Nick #jatp Carrie

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i-wont-run-this-time · 1 year

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*This is my first EVER published fic. Also English is not my first language so please don't be too harsh on me *

Fat Bottomed Girl

Eddie winked at you as he took a sip of his drink at the end of the last song of Corroded Coffins’ set. Your friends noticed and nudged you. You rolled your eyes, Eddie was only trying to prove a point but you wouldn’t take the bait. He took his mic back.

Here’s a last one, for someone special, she’ll know who she is.

Another wink before the band starts playing. The first notes sounded familiar but …

Are you gonna take me home tonight?

No, he didn’t really …

Aah, down beside that red fire light

He did, he actually was singing that song…

Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

He never stopped looking at you, same for all your friends who were standing with their jaws on the floor. You tried to keep your composure. He knew how to push your buttons but you wouldn’t give him this satisfaction.

Hey! I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad

He was strutting on the stage holding his microphone. His eyes never left you even as he walked to the other side of the stage.

But I knew life before I left my nursery Left alone with big fat Fanny She was such a naughty nanny Heap big woman, you made a bad boy out of me

Your palms were sweating. You should have known better, Eddie never quit when he wants to prove something.

The day before at Eddie’s trailer.

Your best friend was laying on his bed, a notebook on his lap and a pen in his mouth. He was trying to finish a song before the concert. You were trying to finish your English homework but it was hard to concentrate when Eddie looked so …

"Are you alright?"

You notice your eyes were staring at his lips around the pen. You tried to hide the blush that appeared on your face by lifting your book as if you were trying to see detail in it. Eddie wasn’t oblivious to your masquerade. He took the book from your hands and put it on his nightstand. His smile was devious.

"You were staring, again." he smiled at you.

"Was not."

He moved his things to the side of the bed before getting closer to you. You swallowed with difficulty. He was so pretty. Annoyingly pretty. When you came back home for the holidays you couldn’t wait to see your best friend. You two talked on the phone every day, he would sometimes sing to you. Those nights were your favorites. You felt so alone at college. Eddie was the best part of your days, even hours away he was always in your mind. It didn’t take long to realize the small crush you had for him got more intense. You were dreaming about him more and more, waking up in need of his touch. When those dreams didn’t leave you during the day you knew you had it bad. That brings you to his room that night. It was your first day back home and you basically ran to his place. He looked even better than you were remembering, and with all those fantasies you fed yourself with these last months, he was irresistible.

"What’s wrong? You are always chatty on the phone, but today you barely talked. You keep staring at me though. Do you have something on your mind?"

You. But you couldn’t tell him that, it would ruin everything. You’ve been friends for years now, he was the one introducing you to so many great fantasy books, and he is responsible for your plans, for college and after college. You owe him a lot. He put his hand on your knee. You tried to ignore the shiver he caused.

"You can tell me everything, you know that?"

You just nodded. You tried to think of something to tell him without telling him …

"Did you meet someone?"

Why would he say that?

"Don’t be ridiculous Eds." He crossed his arms.

"It’s not ridiculous, you seem … elsewhere so I was wondering if you were in love or something."

Hey, hey!

You get back into the present. Your friend, Stacy, grabbed your hand and yanked it.

He is so into you. He’s not into me.

Stacy couldn’t understand what it was like to look like you … No one made moves on you, and no one wanted you. The only men who flirted in the past only wanted one thing from you, and you were glad you didn't accept their invitations.

I've been singing with my band Across the wire, across the land I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey

He had no right looking that good, every woman in the crowd was basically under his spell.

But their beauty and their style Went kind of smooth after a while Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Last night after he asked you if you were in love you didn’t know what to reply, you wanted to deny but you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

"I am."

"You are what? "

You sighed.

"In love."

He seemed surprised.

"That’s awesome Y/N ! Who is the lucky guy?"

You, only you Eddie.

"Just … someone. It’s not … he doesn’t like me that way. It’s unrequited."

You looked at your hands, unable to face him.

"How can you be so sure? You told him and he rejected you?"

"I just know it. It’s … I’m … me. "

"What do you mean?"

You lifted your head to look at him, his chocolate-brown eyes showed nothing but compassion and confusion.

"Eddie, come on. I’m fat."

"And?"

"And no one is attracted to fat women."

"That’s not true." You laughed with no humor in your voice.

"I’ve been fat almost all my life, I would know if men like fat women."

"Maybe you aren’t looking at the right places? I know for a fact that you are beautiful, inside and out. Any man would be lucky to have a chance to date you. You should try with the dude you are in love with. What is his name?"

Eddie Munson, maybe you know him?

"It doesn’t matter, it won’t be a thing, ever." You made a move with your hand to signify it was done.

"I will prove it to you." You looked at him, head tilted a bit.

"Prove what?"

He smiled with a devious smile.

"Men can be into fat women. Are you coming to my show tomorrow night?"

You nodded, he knew that already. You had college friends coming from Indy to visit you.

"You’ll see. Tomorrow you'll see."

And he refused to say more. You got home not long after that. Which brought you to the concert and his plan was now clear.

C'mon

He jumps on the stage and gets as close as he can to the edge of it to sing the rest of the chorus. He was smiling while singing. He was way too proud of himself.

Oh, won't you take me home tonight? Oh, down beside your red fire light Oh, and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

His dance moves weren’t helping your infatuation with him. He was sexy, and he knew it. He was very confident on stage like he was an entirely new person.

Hey, listen here Now I got mortgages on homes I got stiffness in my bones Ain't no beauty queens in this locality, I tell you Oh, but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure Heap big woman, you done made a big man out of me

He jumps out off the stage to stand just in front of you, so close you could feel the sweat on his curls that were caressing your face. You were forgetting where you were. You were alone with him at this moment.

Now get this Are (I know) you gonna take me home tonight? (Please)

He was begging, actually begging on his knees. You were laughing at his antics. Did he know what he was doing to you?

Oh, down beside that red fire light Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round (yeah) Fat bottomed girls You make the rocking world go 'round

The rest of the band continued to play the song but Eddie stopped singing. He got close enough to whisper in your ear.

"Are you gonna take me home tonight, sweetheart? "

You looked at him, not understanding where he was going with his question. He was smiling.

"I told you I would prove to you that men could be into fat women. I’m extremely into you. Been in love with you for years. I didn’t know how to tell you, I guess it was a little bit … theatrical. "

You laughed. His smile got bigger.

"Did I read the situation wrong?"

You just looked at him smiling.

"Kiss me." your voice was low, you couldn't believe you had the nerve to say that.

"With pleasure."

He kissed you slowly, the crowd cheered around you but you didn’t care. He stopped the kiss and smiled at you shyly.

"You didn’t answer my question, are you gonna take me home tonight?"

"I’ll go anywhere with you."

He kissed your cheek and took your hand in his. Eddie was in love with you and it was just the beginning.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson friends to lovers #stranger things fic #corroded coffin #joseph quinn

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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Hard of Hearing HC

Author's Note: This is based in part off of my experiences as someone with hearing loss, and I haven't seen many hoh! Billy Hargrove hcs so here goes 😜

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Billy didn't know he was hard of hearing until he reached middle school. Neil thought he had been "disobedient" on purpose, but Billy couldn't always hear what his father was yelling at him.

Billy taught himself to read lips because Neil refused to believe he wasn't making excuses for his poor grades or giving Neil his undivided attention. Needless to say, hearing aids weren't an option, so Billy learned to deal with it.

He didn't mind not hearing his father's threats and orders, but he got embarrassed when he couldn't hear his teacher or his friends.

After his mother left, there wasn't much Billy wanted to hear. He missed her voice when she sang to him.

Since his hearing loss is mostly in his right ear, his left ear compensates. He just has to remember to tilt his head ever so slightly to the left so there's less of a chance for him to be caught by surprise.

Neil makes sure to yell extra loudly to bother him and smacked the right side of his face, asking him if he could hear the sound of palm against cheek.

He's very sensitive to noises, but he likes to turn up his car radio to the max so he can feel the vibrations, annoy Max, and it drowns out the world around him.

He sometimes can't hear himself, so he has to raise his voice, which can get on people's nerves. He gets frustrated because there are times when he hears himself just fine, but others can't hear him.

Max puts two and two together and gets sign language books from the library. They go over it in the Camaro. Billy learns curse words first.

When Billy starts seeing Steve, he's overwhelmed by how accommodating and loving he is. Steve doesn't baby him, and Billy appreciates that.

Steve is patient, and he learns ASL just to communicate with Billy. The three have a field day gossiping about people, and the best part is, that no one (but Nancy) understands what they're doing.

Billy wants to hear Steve's voice clearly, and when he finally gets hearing aids, that's when Steve asks for his hand in marriage.

Billy makes a face when he really hears himself at first. He's not entirely fond of it, but it takes some time to get used to. Steve tells Billy that his voice is Steve's favorite sound, and that shuts Billy up (temporarily)

Billy talks more when he adjusts to the hearing aids.

Going from limited hearing to now hearing everything can be overwhelming. Sometimes his ears get sore, and so does his head. Steve massages his ears and temples.

Billy has to keep his hair up so his curls don't get tangled in them. If he gets pouty, Steve does his hair, and Max takes advantage of the situation by adding some sparkly clips.

Billy can't cover his big ears with his hair anymore, and he thinks they look stupid. Plus they turn red when he blushes, and that kind of fucks with his image. He can't bring himself to bitch much, though. The hearts in Steve's eyes seem to double in size every time the brunette looks at him, and how can Billy argue with that?

Billy names his hearing aids "Mad Max" because they're red like Max's hair.

Steve keeps batteries for Mad Max in his fanny pack, along with wax traps and domes.

Steve spoils Billy with hearing aids that match his outfits, and as per Billy's request, new earrings.

When Steve talks too much, Billy simply plucks his aids out of his ears or just takes out the right one.

NsFw (it's pretty tame imo)

Billy can now hear every one of Steve's lovely moans and grunts

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Tags:

@suspiciouslackofclowns @geormenia @emeraldwitches @jaethecreator @shawgrove @wixterirox @polaris-ursae @phishyie @shipworm @spaceboxkitty @talesfrom-theupsidedown @flayedintheusa @harringroveho @harringroveheart @harringrovetrashh @justan-0-t-h-3-r

#billy hargrove #harringrove #tw neil hargrove #tw abuse #i hate when my hair gets caught in my hearing aid #and since i also wear glasses its...#an experience lmao #i am guilty of taking my hearing aid out 🙃#i actually dont wear it as often as i should #because theres not much i wanna hear lol

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jeyramarie · 3 years

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Hidden talent- Yelena Belova x Reader

summary: Yelena developed many things after leaving the Red Room.

wc: 520

a/n: got the idea after seeing Florence playing the guitar and singing 🥲 you can choose the place ya’ll moved to, hope you like it!! happy reading 🦋

The day seemed to be brighter than others. The birds chirped next to the window as the tree leaves ruffled with the warm wind going through them. Y/n and Yelena laid naked in bed under the sheets feeling the slight touch of the curtains when the breeze came. The blonde woke up first and stared at her girlfriend. She noticed the way her freckles were visible when the sun shone on her face and the softness of her breathing. It has been a few weeks since they had moved to (Ohio/Italy) with Fanny.

“Good morning.” Y/n whispered with her morning voice as Yelena's smile grew.

“Morning.” The blonde said as she leaned down and pecked Y/n.

“I want to show you something.” Before Y/n could ask, Yelena was already leaning over the bed. She rummaged under her bed and pulled out a shiny guitar.

“Since when do you play guitar?” Y/n asked with a huge grin as she perched her head on her hand.

“I had a lot of free time after the Red Room.” She started playing the chords of the guitar softly beginning to play the intro of her favorite song, ‘American Pie’.

“A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my chance.” Yelena started singing, making Y/n’s eyes look at her in awe as she smiled. She continued to sing, never taking her eyes off of the guitar strings as her fingers moved delicately. Y/n turned to lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling as she placed her hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat. She never thought it would be possible for her love to grow but once Yelena’s voice invaded her ears, she was a goner.

“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

Singin', "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die".” The blonde chuckled as she remembered when she used to sing it with Alexie. Y/n turned on her side again and stared at the window behind, watching the sun shine. Everything was absolutely perfect. Yelena stopped singing, causing the y/h/c to turn to her in question. The blonde chuckled and put her guitar down, scooting down on the bed to lay next to her.

“Why’d you stop signing?” Y/n whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Just wanted to look at you. Some cuddling was involved too.” She replied, causing the y/h/c to laugh. Yelena pulled her towards her, they gave each other skimo kisses as their hands traveled all over each other.

They were alone in that little house, with Fanny of course. The love radiated everywhere as they kissed softly, never wanting to rush. They were afraid it was all too good to be true so they liked to enjoy every second. Every touch. Every kiss. Every hug. Every look.

And it all was a dream come true.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova fluff #yelena belova angst #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova fic #yelena belova smut #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova x female reader

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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In Which Samehada Eats Lightsabers

Related to Madara and Obito… In SPACE

So this started from an offshoot conversation in discord about “can a chakra-enhanced blade stand up to a lightsaber?” We initially talked about stuff like Tobirama’s anime-only lightning sword, the Samurai techniques, and Hiramekarei. General thoughts were “maybe?” with a “almost definitely” on the last one.

And then we brought up Samehada.

You know. This fucker.

[Image Description: a gif of a set of bandages shredding off of some large blue scales, which pulls back to reveal that the scales are Samehada’s. Samehada is a large ‘sword’ that is about eight or nine feet long including the handle, and widens from the handle into a mouth that is about a yard across, filled with large teeth. The sword’s body is covered in dark blue scales, and the handle (about a yard long) is wrapped in yellow tape. The pommel is a small skull. Samehada is held by Hoshigaki Kisame, a tall man with pale blue skin and dark blue hair. His face is largely indistinct due to the distance of the scene. He wears a black cloak which has several stylized red clouds with white borders, and blue sandals with white spats. There is a massive yellow and brown furred body behind him. The only movement in this part of the gif is the shredded bandages falling away from Samehada. End description.]

The question becomes: Do you think Samehada can eat plasma the way it eats chakra?

I assume it can't... but it would be really funny if it could.

@atagotiak, @creepingthroughthistidalwave, and @dracothulhu were very helpful, and know many things about Star Wars, which I do not. I know many things about Naruto, but not Star Wars.

Question posed by a SW person: Ok. So would that turn off the blade or disable the blade or would it just like. Nom the endless plasma being emitted? My answer: Samehada almost definitely can't nom on a lightsaber but god, the mental image. Suggestion by a SW person: Samehada just using a lightsaber as a baby bottle.

Suggestion by a SW person: Or somehow make the blade shorter. That’s not logical but like. “Why is your lightsaber a light-dagger now?” “Blade got eaten.” “How?” Me: Yes, amazing. An addendum by a SW person: Samehada doesn't even make sense in Naruto, please let it go wild in Star Wars. Me: I live for the shitposts, so yes.

Me: "This just in, a Sith Lord got... eaten... by a shark sword... Hey Dave, is this teleprompter fucking with me?"

Kubikiribochou probably wouldn't stand up to a lightsaber but it grows back if you soak it in blood so mmmmmeh.

A SW person: I mean the lightsabers do run off batteries, the blade being shorter could easily be because Samehada sucked up most of its energy and the wielder had to turn the blade length way down to keep it usable as a weapon. Me, word for word: Oh, a technobabble answer! I like. (I am easily pleased on this front.)

Atagotiak, currently my favorite SW person due to showing of ugly canon tech pictures: Fun fact, Jedi used to have battery Fanny-packs with a cord attached to their lightsabers! (I have seen these now and they are delightfully ugly.)

I absolutely love how that conversation shifted from "Madara shows up to be crotchety and fucks up the plot" to "Kisame shows up and his sword starts eating historic weapons."

Me: So if Kisame shows up in Star Wars, I demand Itachi be there. And if Itachi is there and using his eyes to... idk steal Languages from people's brains or something, then the Jedi probably take notice eventually.

Somebody Stuff My Boy In A Bacta Tank (or just get him some general medical attention jfc)

"We're going to replace your lungs." "With what." "...we're going to replace your lungs."

We’ll ignore that Star Wars medical care is wildly inconsistent, partly because Itachi has plenty of will to live, so long as it gets him closer to death by little brother. Sure, it's conditional, but by all rights he should have been dead long before he was.

"This is going to make it harder for Sasuke to kill me." "Think of it this way: he'll have to train harder and get better to kill you, so he'll be harder for other people to kill after!" "Like Madara." "You know I'm actually friends with that g--" "Like Madara." "...yes, Itachi, like Madara."

Uhhhh at that point the conversation devolved into my delighted showing off of Akatsuki Body Horror gifs and listing off how immortal various characters are, which is no longer relevant, but here’s a snippet anyway because I like to think I’m funny:

Obito's half plant, Zetsu's half plant half goo, Konan turns into paper, Kakuzu is tentacles, Hidan is an immortal, Sasori turned himself into a puppet, Deidara has the hand mouths, Nagato puppets six corpses including that of his best friend, Kisame's a shark person, Itachi's... dying. Itachi's dying.

#Naruto #Star Wars #Akatsuki #Hoshigaki Kisame #Uchiha Itachi #Samehada #Phoenix Posts #crossovers

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windless-hurricane · 6 years

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Pennywise and the Dancing Girl

Chapter 1: The Shadow Girl

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SUMMARY: At the moment, I want this to be solely mysterious. I will say though that the "Shadow Girl" isn't who she seems and this will eventually become a Henry x OC (or reader) fanfic.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before I begin, this story takes place in the 2017 IT universe. I also shifted some pieces of information around. So before I'm scolded for inaccuracies, I'll say them now. First off, I combined the Derry Middle School and High School. I wasn't sure if that was the case in the movie, but it wasn't stated. Nevertheless, I will still refer to it as Derry High. The main character is 14 and a freshman (going on sophomore). The entire Losers Club will be in 8th grade (going on to be freshmen) and all 13. The Bowers Gang are all sophomores (going on juniors) and 15, excluding Henry who is 16.

WARNINGS (for the entire series): Explicit language, violence, graphic scenes involving blood and/or death, some sexuality possibly, and some underage drinking and drug use.

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It was the last day of school. I couldn't lie and say I wasn't somewhere near excited. I knew it wasn't the last day of school altogether, but it would definitely be a step up from my current status as a freshman. All 8th graders dream of becoming freshmen; but once they realize the difficulties of dealing with upperclassmen, they want to join them. That had been the same mindset for me. Not only was I freshman, I was a transferee. That normally wouldn't be such a big deal, but it was at this school.

See, Derry High wasn't a typical high school. It included middle school as well. So, almost all the children here were attending this school for half their lives. They started in 6th grade and ended as seniors. Everyone knew everybody. Due to that, I thought I'd become a perfect candidate for teasing. I was practically fresh meat. However, that didn't happen. Why? Because I was barely noticeable. I kept to myself, hardly spoke a word to anyone, and moved swiftly through the halls like a shadow, avoiding certain people. It soon had become an objective to avoid four sophomores in particular: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, and Reginald "Belch" Huggins.

They were douchebags who got a kick out of tormenting anyone they saw below them. As a result of their animosity, even the juniors and seniors were afraid of them. You never messed with the "Bowers Gang" as they called themselves. I, a rarity, was not afraid of them and never would be. I just wanted to stay the shadow that I liked being and it became a promise to myself.

I kept to that promise for the entire year and now all I had to do was get through this day like any other. Then, it would be summer vacation, which was full of reading and...reading. I didn't have any friends, but I was satisfied with that. It was better to not get too attached to people you would end up leaving. In a way, that was my curse: the inability to care for anyone because you are not worth caring for. But it would be ok.

I walked through the front doors of the school, clutching the straps to my bag. Other students were already situated inside, engaging in morning chatter and shenanigans. I...went straight to my locker. I knew I had to empty it out and it would be better to do it now than later. So, I put in the combination and got to work. I wasn't necessarily the neatest, but it didn't look like the aftermath of a hurricane. Just messy. There were notebooks, textbooks, and a bunch of scattered and crumbled pieces of paper. It didn't take long to stuff these into my bag and throw what was left away. I closed my locker with a slam, but it didn't echo like it normally would because of background conversation.

I glanced around and my eyes ending up following the scene of two boys running away in the direction opposite to mine. Moments after, Henry Bowers and his gang of misfits were in the shot. He had an apparent smirk on his face. Probably from gloating because of the amount of power he had over the kids here. The thought of it was enough to make me roll my eyes; but I continued to watch, seeing if he would do anything else. He didn't. Just as I was about to turn away, his eyes met mine. He knew I had been staring and didn't have the intention of letting me go.

His eyes were crystal blue and they contradicted mine: my chocolatey brown. However, they still managed to be darker than mine and mine brighter than his. He didn't hold any expression in his face and neither did I. It was just blank staring. This wasn't the first time we did this. Occasionally throughout the year, we'd find each other's eyes, but never did anything about it. He didn't know me and he assumed I didn't know him. We had never been in the same vicinity as each other because if he was ever too close, I would've found a way out. All we had was this.

I hated to admit it, but he was quite pretty to look at. It didn't throw my hormones out of whack or anything. I stared at him because of his eyes. His eyes were dark, beautiful, and so familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it. It seemed I had looked into those eyes even before I knew him. There was something that intrigued me about them. I knew there was something hidden there. Even if I already had an idea, I longed to know myself.

I gulped out of my trance and released the handle to my locker. I stared just a bit longer until I turned away, losing sight of him and those eyes. Who would've known that days later Henry would tell me himself that he saw me as this mysterious girl that he wanted to crack. A girl that actually drew him in.

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I was able to make it through three classes of Algebra, English and History. Since it had been the last day of school, we hardly did anything. There was clearly no homework to assign or assignments to finish. It was either a free for all with limited volume or we watched a movie on the projector. I was only interested in the movie. Currently I had one more class until lunch and no doubt, it was going to be the same as the others. It was actually quite a relief. Relaxing felt...nice. It nearly brought a smile to my face before I was interrupted.

My head snapped up on impulse as I heard a loud smack echo through the hallway. It didn't startle me, but it certainly caught my attention because before I knew it, I was rounding the corner quickly with a newfound purpose. It was a boy and he was lying on the ground. Getting a clearer shot, I saw that it was Eddie Kaspbrak, the local hypochondriac. I never knew him on a personal level, but I always saw him around. As you can tell, I knew a lot more about him than he did me. That's how it usually was with people. I knew along with him being a hypochondriac, he was a germaphobe who constantly expressed his paranoia to his friends. Other than that, he was quite funny and would never shut up about the evils of sickness and blessings of cleanliness. I sometimes found it rather cute.

He was also a favorite plaything of the Bowers Gang, along with the rest of his friends, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris, and Richie Tozier. I saw them around quite often too, either goofing off or arguing. I wonder where they were to have left Eddie alone. To have left him alone with Bowers and the dick squad. Maybe he was just unlucky. Henry had been manhandling Eddie's fanny pack and dumping its contents onto the floor beside him. I could only assume Eddie tried getting it back, but was only met with a shove to the ground. All I did was stare. It seems that's all I was good for.

Even though they deserved a good beating, I never interfered. It was part of the promise and it hadn't been difficult to maintain until now. I nearly wanted to break it. I don't know why, but the feeling was there. It wasn't enough to push me though as the fanny pack was already empty. I watched as Henry threw the pack at Eddie's face and mouthed something that I couldn't make out. Most likely it was some humiliating insult. I looked to Eddie and his expression killed me. Was it - sadness? Anger? Disappointment? It could be helped.

I walked over quietly and squatted down near him as he sat up. He gave me a shocked and questioning look before I began to gather his belongings into the fanny pack. He wasn't moving or saying anything, just watching like I had been moments ago. There was an inhaler, a few containers of pills, bandage. I guess this also served as a small first aid kit. Nice. I stood up and glanced around, making sure I collected everything. I had, expect for Eddie. I zipped up the pack before reaching my hand out to him. His expression managed to change. Why was he looking at me like that? It's like I was some miracle. Then, he looked to my hand and I smiled softly,

"Don't worry. I just came from the bathroom. It's clean."

His gaze switched between my face and hand until he finally took it. His was oddly soft. I helped him up gently and let it go as soon as he was up.

"Um, here," I muttered out, handing him his pack. He was still staring at me and finally, he snapped out of it. He took it quickly.

"T-thanks...um..." he cocked an eyebrow.

"Emma," I finished. "Emma Gray."

"Thanks, Emma." Red found its way onto his face. Was he really blushing?

"It's no problem. No one should face a jagoff alone." He smiled and it made me smirk. I reached into the side pocket of my bag and pulled out my mini bottle of hand sanitizer, showing it off to him. "I noticed you were almost out and you're definitely going to need a lot more to get rid of the stench of Bowers and his goons." I breathed out a laugh. "Here." I handed it to him and he took it almost joyfully.

I smiled completely and for once, it felt real. However, it was short lived. The bell rang.

"Shoot," I groaned. "We should get to class, like, now. It was nice talking to you. See you around, Eddie." I know I didn't give him time to respond, but there wasn't time for a response. I turned around and headed the opposite direction to class.

(EDDIE'S P.O.V.)

"Wait," I called out, but she was already gone.

"Damnit." How did she already know my name? I looked at the bottle she gave me and her name was written across the label in black marker. Her handwriting was beautiful. I let my thumb run over her name as I smiled to myself.

"Emma - Emma Gray."

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(BACK TO EMMA'S P.O.V.)

I made it through Biology and as expected, we watched a movie - a real boring one about the inner mechanisms of a cell. It was over and time for lunch. I was looking forward to it because of what I packed today. If I did it right, it was going to be delicious. I began to fantasize about the greatness of my meal until I was forcefully pulled out of it. Could the world just not leave me to my mind today? Geez.

It was a noise and a deafening one at that. It came from down the hall and it was loud enough to make me wince, slight pain being brought to my ears. Who was it this time and why do they keep interrupting me? Thinking about it more, should I even ask? Knowing this school and its students, it was without a doubt Bowers. Did I want to find out? No. Would I inevitably end up finding out? Yes. This was the only way to the damned cafeteria.

I inched slowly down the hall, not in any rush to get an answer. I wasn't a nosy person. I actually considered myself quite considerate of other people's business. Then, I heard whimpering. I rolled my eyes harshly as I quickened my pace. What's wrong with you, Emma? Why are you being so interactive today? Why the hell do you even care? No one else in this god forsaken school does, why should you? Don't you remember the promise? You're too good for this, but maybe there was a reason not to be too good. Maybe it was Eddie and his call for help.

I rounded the corner and it wasn't Eddie, loosing a good amount of motivation. It was Ben Hanscom, the other new kid. Chubby, adorable, vulnerable, and being pushed up against the lockers by Bowers while his goons watched in amusement. I scoffed. This was the second time today. Was this really his way of celebrating the last day of school?

"Hey!" Oh, Emma. What the hell are you doing? You know you could care less.

All five boys turned their attention towards me with different expressions on each of their faces. Ben's eyes were pleading and hopeful while he was completely red in the face. Patrick was smirking creepily and it was enough to make me shudder. Victor and Belch actually held a similar look that reeked of 'Who the hell is this girl?' For the main star, he just looked pissed.

"The fuck do you want," he questioned deeply, his eyes peering into me.

"For you not to be a conniving dickhead," I stated proudly, stopping in front of them with my arms crossed. I don't know where this surge of confidence was coming from, but I kinda liked it.

"The fuck did you just say to me," he let go of Ben and started lurking towards me. This was the perfect chance for him to get away. The boys were entirely focused on me. I looked passed Henry's shoulder and my eyes met Ben's. He was terrified and astonished. I nodded my head up slightly, gesturing for him to go. He didn't get it the first time; but after repeating it, he got it and ran away. I looked back to Henry,

"You heard me." This is the closest I've ever been to him. We were nearly a foot apart. He was significantly taller than I was, not a giant, but taller. Had surprisingly muscular arms and I never noticed the upturn of his nose before. He broke the distance with one more step. I wanted to step away because of the awkwardness, but I also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I simply kept my arms crossed and craned my neck up to look at him. He did the opposite with his neck, but also crossed his arms. Maybe this was a way of establishing dominance.

"I don't think I heard you quite right. Mind repeating what you said," he pushed. He was trying to scare me, but I don't scare easy.

"I said, I don't want you to be a conniving dickhead."

"I don't care about what you want," he retorted.

"You're the one who asked, honey." He let out a breathy laugh.

"No one gets away with talking to me like that, sweetheart."

"I think I just did."

"I like her," a voice called out. I soon realized it belonged to Patrick. Shame because I didn't like him. "What're we going to do with her, Henry?" Henry opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen. I'm going to walk away and enjoy myself a lovely meal in the cafeteria, while you four stand around and play with each other's dicks. And then you're never going to bother me ever again. Got it? Ok." I moved to walk past him, but he grabbed my bicep instead.

"It's not that easy," he told me, squeezing roughly. I yanked my arm away harshly, catching him off guard.

"It is that easy because I'm not afraid of you, Henry," I let out through gritted teeth. With that, I pushed past him, hitting my shoulder with his purposely.

(HENRY'S P.O.V.)

Patrick scoffed, "You're just going to let her get away with that? She deserves to be taught a lesson to." I agreed. I completely agreed, but she wouldn't be easy.

"I know," is all I managed to say before I turned to face them. "Do any of you know her?" They all shook their head uselessly, causing me to roll my eyes.

Vic was the only one to speak,

"I know she's a freshman, just not the name." I nodded,

"Lets get outta here." I walked ahead, knowing they would automatically follow. It was that girl. She knew my name, but I didn't know hers. It bothers me, but a lot more than it should. How could I not know the name of a girl like that?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ THAT IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1. Hopefully you enjoyed it! This is the first chapter of a definite series :)

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