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guard-en · 24 days
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realized the sheer quantity of gift art I make. girl why are you so santa claw
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viridiave · 8 months
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Aw man does tomorrow seriously mark the 1-year anniversary of the day I picked up Another Eden because I couldn’t play Octopath COTC
A year later and Southeast Asia still doesn’t have it RIP
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edens-pen · 1 year
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queer rant below :)
i recently saw this tiktok and if i can find it again, i'll link it — but the creator was basically talking about how rare and sparse queer representation was in US media before they legalized gay marriage and so all people who knew/came out as queer before 2017 (when it was more acceptable to have popular and "main" side characters who were queer) had to have shreds and slivers of representation and be excited with that
and that's so fucking true !!!
i grew up in a mega religious household and every time there was even an allusion to a queer female character, i was heavily invested in the show from that point on because i desperately needed something to connect me with the rest of the world
(i was literally at a christian youth camp when the supreme court legalized gay marriage here and the only way i knew was because one of the youth pastors started ranting about how "vile and disgusting and sinful" the U.S. had just become)
and while i'm always thankful and grateful that we live in time where queer people are getting their own shows/movies, are now the main characters in their own media,
people try to apply this lens of representation/anti-queerbaiting to pre-2017 media and it doesn't work that way.
saying that korrasami or bubbline or garnet or even "him" from the powerpuff girls was "weak" representation makes me a bit upset because conservative parent groups (the american family association is literally a thing) would've rioted against these shows and burned them to the ground if queer characters got together before the series finale.
queer people were so heavily demonized that a kids/pre-teen show with queer people was unlikely and sometimes the most anyone could have was an allusion to a relationship (a very close female friendship with two women who don't have male love interests, or a woman who never shows any interest in men, etc).
it was never bad representation.
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myster-tea · 2 years
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Definitely didn’t have a mental breakdown about life repeating itself today and almost loosing another friend then drew vent art in flex class and showed it to my ela teacher because I was like “holy shit!!!! it’s symbolism!!!!! look at that the thing we are talking about right now!!!” And then info-dumped about my story and definitely nope definitely didn’t turn yet another writing project into an excuse for writing about my stories NOPE NOT AT ALL-
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queenimmadolla · 2 years
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𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ─ 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝟖𝟕'
(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)
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more dad!eddie and penny adventures can be found on my masterlist
summary: . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle.
a/n: everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. as always, no beta so mistakes will be fixed later. 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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“Dude.”  Argyle leaned in for a closer look, staring deeply into the unimpressed, brown eyes peering up at him from her place in her bouncer, tiny fists curled near her head, fuzzy with dark curls. “You had a baby.” Eddie snickered while Jonathan shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, I know that, man.” “No—you don’t get it, man! Like, you had a baby. You’re a dad. She is composed of half of your DNA. The fruit of your looms!” Jonathan choked on the cold pizza he’d been scarfing down at that bit of Argyle’s rant. “She’s—Oh, she got your eyes, too.”  Argyle ended on a coo, a finger reaching down to run over her soft, chubby cheek. From the moment you and Eddie brought Penny home three weeks ago, you’d been attached to her. Utterly and completely obsessed with the perfect little being your body had spent months creating. While you’d been initially incredibly hesitant to meet her—coherently, at least, she’d been placed on your chest briefly when you’d been having a horrible out of body experience from the pain of having just pushed her out seconds before—it was hard for you to put her down now. You blamed that newborn baby smell. It was your weakness, if she was cradled against you, your head was angled down to sniff at her hair. You loved bonding with her in general, but your mother had made sure Eddie knew to not let you withdraw from society once Penny came, and then she’d told Eddie all about Postpartum Depression, effectively scaring the shit out of him. So that’s how you ended up having a girl’s day with Nancy, Eden and Robin. Sure, you’d started crying after showering your little baby in kisses and love and you’d had to be literally dragged out by the girls but Eddie knew you’d have a good time.
Just like he knew he could totally handle Penny on his own. Jonathan and Argyle had come along with the girls, but both were entirely too curious about Penny to leave. Not at all because Eddie had body blocked the door once they realized their ride was driving off. Alright, he was still scarred from day two out of the hospital.  Max and Lucas had come over to the trailer to visit Penny—Lucas loved holding her, you found it so cute—when you had gone to change Penny’s diaper and immediately began crying out for help. Eddie had never bolted so fast in his entire life with Max and Lucas on his heels, and the sight that greeted them was horrifying in a new parent sort of way. Penny had shit so violently once you’d undone her diaper that it was splattered on the wall, she was peeing all over your hands, and she’d thrown up, the milky looking substance also leaking out of her little nostrils. She herself didn’t look at all phased by what she’d just done. So, yeah. Maybe he needed a little back up for now. “Who’s got beautiful, angel eyes? Who’s got beautiful angel eyes? You do! You do!” Eddie watched Argyle gently tap her little nose, and his heart warmed when he could see his baby smiling around her pacifier. He knew it was probably just gas since she was starting to learn how to use her face, but he liked to imagine she knew just how much everyone loved her; that she’d never have to feel like he did growing up, unloved and alone until Uncle Wayne had stepped in when his father had been arrested and he had no one else. His kid had family. And a damn good one at that. “You can pick her up, if you want.” “Whoa.” Jonathan warned. “Hey now.” Argyle took a physical step back from the newborn, eyeing her skeptically. “And risk dropping her—man, that’s not cool.”
“You won’t drop her, so long as you hold onto her. Kind of common knowledge, but simply don’t let go.” Eddie rolled his eyes, stretching forward from the couch to slip his finger into her tiny little hand. She gripped onto it immediately, and he leaned closer to give it a kiss, inhaling the scent of her skin. He couldn’t blame you for sniffing her all the time—she did smell ridiculously good.
“Fine, man. Then you get her out of that chair thingy, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt her or something. I’m used to Eden’s siblings, they’re like uh a little older by like a lot and stupid invincible. One of her brothers came down the driveway on his bike just when I pulled up and I hit him with my car. Little dude just got right back up, kicked me and left!”  Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers as he carefully pulled Penny out of her bouncer—the three of them collectively awing in adoration when her lower half scrunched up on instinct as she brought her hands to the sides of her head— and stood up in front of Jonathan. “You get first dibs since you don’t currently have a likely hood of hitting my daughter with a car at some point in her life.”  Jonathan immediately looked like he wanted to runaway, but ended up hesitantly accepting Penny into the crook of his arms as Eddie handed her over. It had been a while since he last held a baby, the last having been Will and he’d been a kid then, too.
He took to it naturally, though, his body relaxing as he held up her hand, thumb rubbing gently over her soft palm. Her squishy little fingers wrapped over his thumb as she stared up at him, most likely curious about a face she’d seen a couple of times before, but not so often this close. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. 
“She’s so. . . small.” That wasn’t what he meant, he’d meant she looked so innocent, so fragile to the world around her. She wasn’t even his kid, but the longer he held her, the more sure he became of the fact that he’d kick ass to keep her safe, something he didn’t do very often, but very effectively. “I’m an uncle.” Eddie smirked, filled with pride as his daughter won another skeptic over. Jonathan ran a hand over her head, mindful of her soft spot, in awe of how soft her hair was. Damn, she really was cute. And she did have Eddie’s eyes.  “She’s a pretty baby.” He commented, moving his thumb around in her hold. “Not gonna lie, I thought she’d you know, be a little ugly when she came out, what with having been squished through a hole, but no. She was even a pretty newborn.” Eddie admitted, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of newborn babies before Penny, but he knew they looked like little aliens fresh out the womb. “You and baby mama must have been some pretty cute looking babies, then. Any kids Eden and I have are screwed, man. I was hairy as hell and I’ve seen her baby pictures, let’s just say they’re gonna get double takes.” Argyle ranted, but he too was focused on Penny and Jonathan, looking a little envious. Once Jonathan got his fair share, he shifted her around in his hold, making sure to support her head as he transferred her into Argyle’s ready and waiting arms. He seemed to change his tune after witnessing Jonathan hold her and successfully not throw her across the room like a football.
Unlike Jonathan who hadn’t wanted to move her around too much in his grasp, Argyle sat her up right, making sure to support her head at Eddie’s prompting. Penny looked startled as her body tried to slump forward, stopped by Argyle’s hold on her. The pacifier stopped moving, and Eddie tensed, waiting for the cry but it never came. Instead, the pacifier began to move again and she let out a soft grunt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.
He relaxed, sinking into the couch on Jonathan’s other side. Argyle noticed her drooping lids and deciding to be brave, placed her back into her bouncer as gently as he’d seen Eddie handle her.
Eddie couldn’t help but grin down at her, taken with the way they’d drop completely only to shoot back up. He was reminded of all the late night conversations the two of you had, and how you always fought sleep off, keen on talking to him instead of sleeping. Your eyelids would get all droopy, you’d close your eyes, and then catch yourself, snapping up and briefly awake before doing it all over again.  Eddie wondered how many more memories of you looking at Penny would trigger for him. He couldn’t wait to figure it out.  As if she knew he was thinking about her, Penny’s gaze wandered to him and he locked eyes with a pair identical to his own. Then she forced her pacifier out of her mouth and began to wail something fierce.  They all jumped up immediately, eyes wide at the sudden drop in her mood. “What did I do? Was it something I said?” Argyle asked, blaming himself as he began to panic. Jonathan was running his hands through his hair, distressed.  “No, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reassured him as he picked Penny back up and walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a bottle from a recent feeding attempt. “You hungry, little bitty pretty one?” He held the bottle to her lips but that only seemed to make her angrier as she struggled against it, head moving away from the nipple. Her face was all squished up and took on a darker tint as her wails died down to whimpers. Eddie knew what that meant.  He was quick to place the bottle back down, but the damage was done. Penny was silent for the briefest of moments before she began shrieking. Water started to pull in the inner corners of her eyes—a new development, up until two days ago, all she could do was cry but her body hadn’t produced tears yet—and she let her little lungs ring loud in the trailer. Eddie knew his neighbors were probably cursing up a storm but they could kick buckets for all he cared. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you wanted, was it? My poor girl. Daddy’s gonna make it right.” Eddie soothed, cradling her to his chest with one hand holding the back of her head.  It seemed to do some good, hearing his voice had stopped the piercing shrieks, but she was still crying and very loudly.  He pulled her little baby bottoms back to check her diaper, but it was still clean so she couldn’t be upset about that. Eddie sighed, raising her a little higher on his chest so he could nuzzle her, pressing kisses into her sweet smelling hair.
Then it hit him. Penny was tired. That was it. She was just tired but unable to fully slip into blissful slumber on her own and she was upset about it. Eddie wanted to beat his head against the fridge for having overlooked something so obvious. He reached down to turn the knob of the radio, bringing it to life before he began searching for a station. Once he’d stumbled upon one crooning out oldies, he swayed, patting her bottom to further soothe her.
Penny’s cries died down almost immediately, turning into soft grunts instead as her lids began to droop again. It was after Eddie started singing along, his voice low and soft, that she was finally able to fall asleep, snuggled up to her daddy with a fist full of his hair that was most definitely going to be super fun getting out of her grip without waking her. Eddie turned to find Jonathan and Argyle watching them. Jonathan had a ghost of a smile on his face while Argyle stared at him in wonder. “Dude. You’re a dad. You just did a dad thing!” Jonathan grinned. “I agree. Looks like I’m the only freak in town now, you’re Eddie ‘The Dad’ Munson, now.” “Hell yeah, I’ll take it.” Eddie didn’t bother trying to hide his smile, he was cheesing’ it up.  You’d called him something similar a couple of times. Teased him about being Eddie ‘The DILF’ Munson, which was really unfair given you hadn’t been cleared by your doctor to have sex yet, so he couldn’t make that a reality.  “It’s crazy how this time last year, we were freshly graduated, you were eloping against every single adults’ opinion and now you have a baby. It’s mind boggling. But like, at the same time it’s not. . .I don’t know, help me out here.” Argyle slapped the back of his hand against Jonathan’s shoulder a few times.
“Being a dad suits you. You’re good at it. You’re a good dad and a good family man.” Jonathan supplied, meaning every word. He’d know, he had a shitty dad like Eddie did.
 That one simple statement hit Eddie hard, and he held Penny just a little tighter to his chest. “Gotta give her everything I didn’t have.” — You nearly broke the door down when you’d gotten back to the trailer. Despite your hesitance to leave Penny, you’d actually enjoyed the time with your friends. Sure, you spent every single second you weren’t talking thinking about your little family, but you still had fun.  The car ride back was spent wondering how much of a mess the place would be. Robin was expecting there to be a small kitchen fire, Eden was expecting one of the boys to be crying, Nancy was just curious to see how Jonathan had lasted in the presence of a baby. For future after college and established careers purposes, of course. You had faith in Eddie, had seen how quickly he had and still was adapting to being a dad. The others you couldn’t ball park so your money was on Argyle being the crybaby to which Eden quickly agreed.
But you hadn’t come home to any of that. The boys were all sat on the couch, fawning over your baby who had woken up in much better mood. “My baby!” You made grabby hands as they got up to greet you, and Eddie let you scoop her up from his arms in exchange for a kiss. You could hear Robin gagging when she realized she was third wheeling three different couples, so you assumed Nancy and Eden were also receiving ‘welcome back’ smooches.  You leaned down to violently inhale Penny’s new baby smell, pulling back with a look of satisfaction on your face. “That’s the good stuff. How’d it go?” Eddie laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and trailed a finger through Penny’s curls. “Oh, you know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
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rawcherrycake · 1 month
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Right, let's do this one more time...
TMNT: Eden
My own TMNT fan iteration! I had lots of fun designing these guys and i'll admit one big inspo was @kaysdenofchaos Teenage Meddling Mutant Turtles! (i absolutely adore your boys i would kill and die for them,,)
I've tried different styles and dynamics, but so far this is my absolute favorite!
Alright, now let's properly introduce the Eden!turtles
Mikey:
The eldest at 19 years old
Mutant Bog Turtle
Energetic, playful, creative, a bit reckless, literally runs on spite, the most emotionally open, supportive, has incredibly high pain-tolerance, and don't even get me STARTED on his ability to hold his drinks
He was once told he was a boring goodie-two-shoes so he spent the rest of the day swearing like a sailor to prove a point, that's how spiteful he is
Has the most creative insults ever
His brothers know his spitefulness so if he ever forgets about his own well being his brothers are like "Bet you can't sleep 8 good hours" and he'll go "BET" AND DO IT
Not the smartest but has good intentions
Can go on hours ranting about the most random shit
Eats anything and everything, his stomach is probably made out of titanium
A great cook! Though don't ask for any surprise dishes, he can get... creative
An insomniac, his mask hides the eyebags pretty well
Probably has some kind of PTSD, but he doesn't like talking about it
CANNOT stand the smell of metal, it grosses him out
Unironically watches Super Nanny religiously
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Donnie:
A couple months younger than Mikey (so they joke they're twins)
Mutant Giant Softshell
Mikey doesn't aprove his younger twin being taller than him >:(
Sort of a jack-of-all-trades, mostly because he's very determined to learn as much as possible and learn how to do it properly
Which leads on him getting incredibly frustrated if he can't grasp something
Can't cook for shit
The responsible one
Very clean... Mostly. If he's tired (which is most of the time) he'll go into "to hell with it" mode and walk around the lair full of motor oil and mud (which then Raph has to clean up xD)
Tries to act cool and collected but he's just too big of a nerd
Terribly near-sighted
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Raph:
16 years old
Mutant common snapping turtle
LOVES crazy make-ups and drag races but would never admit it
Surprisingly tidy and responsible
Plays the drums! He'd love to play electric guitar but having three fingers makes it incredibly hard
Great with animals
Homophobic gay (he'll accept himself soon enough xD)
Brash and reckless, anger issues (what a surprise), has severe RBF syndrome, even when he's calm and content he looks like he wants to murder someone
Near-sighted (doesn't wear glasses or contacts, which worsens his RBF)
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Leo:
The family's baby at 8 years old
Mutant Musk Turtle
Very quiet but not shy at all, curious, calm, collected, obedient
Has no trouble talking but prefers signs
Loves fashion, knitting and sewing!
Doesn't like being alone or being in the dark
Is always eager to learn from his brothers, to the point where he can throw his well-being aside to try and impress them
Easily influenced, Raph loves playing pranks with him
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(Might change/add stuff later!)
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makeithappenandreal · 3 months
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If Donna stayed the Doctor's companion Part 2:
12th Doctor: *trying his best act* Look, Donna, So I am with monks now, I don't care about the Earth or your people...
Donna: You know I can tell the type of breakfast you had today from looking into your eyes at this point , right?
Donna: So wrap your acting up, we have an afternoon tea arranged at Jupiter after we get this monks out of the Planet.
12th Doctor: Can't you just play along for once...
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12th Doctor: I can't tell Donna that I am blind! She will fuss over me!
Nardole: You need to tell her! How can you hide it?
12th Doctor: Trust me, she will not notice one single thing.
Donna: *the second she walks into TARDIS* You are still blind, aren't you?
12th Doctor: Oh for Time's sake...
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11th Doctor: So, River is Amy and Rory's daughter and she is also my wife as well... Does that mean Amy is my in law?!
Donna: She can berate you Like a child at any time. Living my dream for real
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Donna: ...
12th Doctor: Not another word-
Donna: WORLD PRESIDENT LOL *bursts out laughing while pointing at him*
Donna: UPGRADE FROM TIME LORD VICTORIOUS THO
12th Doctor: Oh hell.. *puts his head on his hands*
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War Doctor: We are surrounded by knights, we need to do something to escape!
11th Doctor: Oh there is no need to espace. Watch. Donna?
Donna, from the portal: YOU STUPID SPACEBOY WHERE IN THE EARTH ARE YOU AND I AM COMING THERE TO KICK YOUR IDIOT ASS TO SPACE
Knights: *run away in true terror*
10th Doctor: It's like we never left...
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12th Doctor: *after turning up on the coffee shop Donna's relaxing* So, remember Davros?
Donna: ... Of course I do.
12th Doctor: *laughing nervously while thinking how he fucked up* So Guess what...
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10th Doctor: *getting married to Queen Elizabeth*
Donna and 11th whispering aggressively behind* : - I cannot believe you did not mention you were married to QUEEN ELIZABETH! -.OBVIOUSLY i diDN'T KNOW!-
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12th Doctor: So this is Gallifrey!
Donna: I thought it was Space Eden or something from the way you described it, this is just red sand. Like literal Azirona has more eccentric places than here.
12th Doctor: ...i sincerely want to believe I will be able to impress you one day because this is killing me.
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Donna: So...
12th Doctor: ...
Donna: Why did you kidnap the president's wife?
12th Doctor: Oh, Heaven, you had a conversation with Missy, didn't you?
Donna: I literally have enough material in my hand to embarrase you for at least one regeneration, yeah.
Missy: She is my favorite.
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13th Doctor: *steals Donna's coats every once in a while and does not give the clothes back*
Donna: *rants to her about that but secretly loves it*
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12th Doctor: Clara, please be rational and give the TARDIS keys to me.
Donna: *whispers to Doctor* Not to interrupt an emotional moment but she does know you can just snap your fingers and get into TARDIS doesn't she?
12th Doctor: *shakes his head slightly*
Donna: Also that I have an extra key...
Donna: In fact I have a bowl of them because you like the noise the keys make when you drop it in there
Donna: But I guess this is what we are doing because you like to see people in angst. Okay.
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a-cure-for-hysteria · 6 months
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Crowley attracts neurodivergents because he smells like us.
(Expanding on my previous rant about how we see ourselves in him). No, not saying he's autistic coded or anything like that, just that - and you probably don't struggle to see where this is going - he kinda portrays several very common autistic experiences. 1: First, he's a naïve 'kid', clearly with a special interest (machines and building things), something he's very skilled at. He assumes he's allowed to ask questions about Creation, not trying to hide his frustration when he doesn't understand why things are the way they are. He does not mask. 2: Then, he's cast out of Heaven with the rest of the angels who asked questions, after them having waged a war on Heaven (?). He fights for good, he wants justice no matter what. 3: After the Fall, his naïvety is gone, replaced by bitterness and cynicism - but even on the walls of Eden, he's still nice to someone who presumably never hurt him. 4: We see him turning into a snake at will in Eden. He slithers around, tempting Eve, pulls strings - still, for justice. He has started masking, and does it well, but believes he does it for good. 5: Throughout history, he mostly spends his time alone or in situations that don't offer connection with others, completing tasks for Hell, gradually losing his sense of self. He still cares, he still want's to be a good person, but he doesn't know what "good" is. Everyone's a hypocrite, and he feels all alone. All he has is his sense of justice, and he comes to believe that he can only trust himself. 6: Aziraphale, arguably also portraying several common autistic experiences, is the only person who understands Crowley. Possibly because he has a different trauma to that of Crowley's, but definitely still a trauma caused by Heaven. Aziraphale knows WHY one masks in Heaven, something Crowley learns too late. 7: Crowley wants to isolate from the world, is angry, traumatized and wants nothing to do with Heaven or Hell. At some point, this requires him opening up just a little to that other weirdo he keeps running into, and they form a partnership - initially only because of common interests. I might be reaching here, but a lot of autistic people have "common interest acquaintances" morph into friendships, they often can't be friends with just anyone. They need a good reason to. And Crowley and Aziraphale's shared desire to do as little as possible (and later, save the world) is such a common interest. 8: Via engaging through their common interest, Crowley opens up more and more. Again, we see the naivety we witnessed earlier (In The Beginning, S2E1) - that happy kid who just enjoyed seeing his machinations take form. For him to dare a romantic relationship with Aziraphale, it is essential for Crowley to (at least begin to) heal the trauma caused by Heaven. Him allowing himself to experience pure, naïve excitement is a prerequisite for love, I think. Without this change, he will be on his toes at all times, never letting his guard down. 9: He finally reaches a point where he forces himself open, out of desperation. It wasn't done right - it was done with fear and anger, but he was vulnerable enough, and finally naïve enough to try. This was immediately punished by Aziraphale, who abandoned him (not necessarily what happened, but definitely what Crowley feels). 10: And so, Crowley might retreat back into his hard, cynical shell, having lost the only person who gets him. Better just self-medicate, with alcohol and whatever else not shown on screen that I can promise you Crowley does. It's the "autistic, care-free kid to bitter, cynical, functional addict/goth-adult"-pipeline.
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sinner-sunflower · 22 days
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 7/?
PART 1 , PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22
TW: Su!cidal ideation
Finally some RadioApple aljsdlajls 
VERY SHORT but
RADIOAPPLE!!!!
I hope you guys like this.
IF THERE ARE ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS, FORGIVE ME.
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It's about to rain.
Rain wasn't uncommon in Hell, but it wasn't that common either. It's mostly acid rain that comes down- another punishment from The Almighty. As if Falling wasn't enough. As if watching over his biggest failure wasn't enough.
It's beautiful to look at, though. Lucifer likes to think that the rain in hell is his Father's and siblings' tears. Sure helped him feel less lonely to delude himself that he is missed.
The Sin of Pride. He still doesn't get why he is that.
What other sin have I done other than love, Father?
Lucifer nurses a glass of apple Beelzejuice by his mouth. He's sitting on the counter of his personal mini-bar as he looks past the open balcony. A voice cuts through his thoughts.
Alastor: Looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon~
The king of hell didn't even bother to turn his head at the sudden appearance of the radio demon. Alastor didn't seem to take offense to being ignored, only moving around the bar to make his own drink.
Lucifer doesn't really drink but he likes to mix up stuff every now and then. The process makes him feel like he's back in Eden making-
He shakes his head. Nope, not gonna go there.
Alastor finishes making his drink- a whiskey on the rocks- and joins Lucifer in overlooking the skies.
Lucifer: I'm really tired, Alastor. I think I have been for a long time.
Lucifer downs the drink and brings up his infected hand. Alastor stays quiet beside him, emitting a low static.
Lucifer: You know, I didn't actually know if it wouldn't kill me. I just saw that dead demon pig and moved without thinking. Just one touch and maybe I would... 
A cold feeling upon his fingertips snaps him back. Alastor hands him a drink which makes him raise an eyebrow but he takes the drink nonetheless.
Lucifer: Cider?
Alastor: Apple~
Lucifer: What? You think these are drunken words?
Alastor: I think.. that you've had enough for tonight, my dear.
Lucifer: I had one glass.
Alastor: Of the Prince of Gluttony's strongest. 
Lucifer scoffs.
Lucifer: Touche. But I can't get drunk.
He says, earning a hum from Alastor.
Alastor: Drunk in your own demons. Ha!
Lucifer: Ugh. That was such a shit pun.
Alastor: Made you smile, have I not, my Majesty?
Huh. Will you look at that? Lucifer did have a small smile but Alastor was sporting that irritating grin of his so he didn't dignify him with an answer.
Quiet again.
Normally, Lucifer would awkwardly rant about this and that just to fill the suffocating silence. The first few hours after the fall - before the Sins and everything else- it was just silence. The only sound that could be heard in the vast darkness was his and Lilith's pained breathing.
After his Lily leaves, he punishes himself by isolation. Just him, alone. Like how it should have been. He damned humanity. He damned Lilith. Now, he damned his most precious daughter.
He thought he would never find peace in silence again.
That is, until a certain radio demon.
Lucifer would never admit it, but that first time they met- the banter, the singing, the one-upping- it was the most alive he felt in more than 10,000 years.
Sure, Alastor was a raging asshole that was using his daughter to piss him off and he wanted nothing more than to permanently kill the guy.
Oh, who was he kidding, the bastard still does that.
But... somehow, along the way, they became (dare he say) good friends. Recently, he feels like they transitioned into something more. The constant touches, the domestic moments in the kitchen, that kiss.
When he's with Alastor, he forgets why he even hated the silence.
He sees that Alastor didn't make another drink.
Lucifer: Drunk already?
Alastor smiles- one of his rare genuine smiles that Lucifer only sees when they are alone- and walks in front of him. The demon stands in between Lucifer's legs that were slightly swinging.
Alastor puts his hands on the counter, caging the king of hell on either side.
Their faces move on their own. Coming closer until their lips were barely touching.
Alastor: With your company? Always.
Then finally, their lips touch one another's. Lucifer never thought he's experience this kind of intimacy again after Lilith.
The kiss was slow, but deep- they could feel each other's passion. One of Lucifer's hands finds its way to Alastor's hair to pull him closer.
The moment couldn't be longer. Alastor pulls away first but places a hand on his king's waist.
Alastor: Don't stay away for too long in your venture, little apple.
He places a small kiss on Lucifer's hand. The smaller gives the other a teasing smile.
Lucifer: What? You'll miss me?
The overlord only smirks.
Alastor: Dearly.. my Lucifer~
With that Alastor left, leaving Lucifer with himself again. He stares at the Morningstar portrait, focusing on his daughter's smiling face.
He'll make this right.
Lucifer: For Charlie.
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What to look forward for in Part 8:
Charlie and Lucifer will finally talk before he leaves.
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dlavend3r · 25 days
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Got an idea for a fic abt Adam!!
Adam is the all narcissistic person that he is feeling a bit... Self-concious about his weight? He thinks he's too.. Fat? Which he really doesn't like because, to his own standards, he's the hottest guy to ever exist, being firest man and all. And him not being all buff/skinny as he was in Eden, really.. It affects his mental health. The only person he feels okay talking about this with is his best friend, the reader! Just an idea, tho, and it can be an Adam x Reader or just those two being really close besties, lol. The reader could be that one friend in a friend group that is the therapist.
Like I said, juuust an idea ^^
Tysm for the request! I hope you enjoy it 🌙. Don’t forget my requests are open!
Self conscious! Adam x reader
Recently Adams been feeling down. Down on himself, down on his appearance. Oh especially his appearance. His the man, the first dick. He’s supposed to be the idolized man. Big, tall and buff. Not…. Whatever he is now. Anytime Adam has to look at his body all he think is how he let himself go. How chubby he’s gotten. How it doesn’t look right for his image. The big dog image.
Adam doesn’t feel like he can be the man, the first dick unless he’s perfect. From top to bottom. All he ever did was workout, but it never made a difference. Well not in his eyes. He can see that he can do more, that he can do better. And even if he did workout he’d just relapse on the routine, which made him hate himself more. He wanted this certain image that he couldn’t achieve. It all comes in circle. Adam sees a way to improve himself but his self destructive nature breaks it and makes hate himself to where he needs yo improve himself more only to fall into a loop over and over again.
Adam knew he needed to talk to someone. He had to but he couldn’t. That was until he met you. He saw how easy it was for him to be him around you. You didn’t judge him, you listened. And not listened because you needed to, you listened to him because you wanted to. This has made your relationship with Adam grew closer. He felt like he can be himself with you, and that you wouldn’t judge. You know you wouldn’t judge him, and he knew that as well.
“I just…. I have to be this chad you know. How would it look for my image that the first man, the first ever dick isn’t some fucking big buff dude. That he looks like a fucking discord moderator” He said to you, “I look like I have a fucking e kitten waiting for me to pay them for feet pics. That’s not me, I don’t want to pay for feet pics…. Unless they’re hot I mean obviously. But I don’t want to be known as a feet man. I want to be know as a big dick man, you see what I mean” Adam finished his rant with a loud ass slurp from his drink.
You nodded as you listen, “I mean there’s nothing wrong with being…. A discord moderator, or well. There is in some way but the way you look doesn’t really matter. Do you want my honest opinion?” You asked him. Adam nodded, “straight honest, no fucking sugar coating anything. Does it look like I can be on 600 pound life?”
“No Adam. You look amazing. Yes you’ve gain some chub, but hey a very well fed man is a powerful man. In the past, if you were chubby than that means you are powerful and you rule. Do you want to rule? Do you want to be the big powerful man you are?” You asked him, “fuck yeah I do!” Adam said in return, “than don’t change anything, you’re already powerful, having your own team of exterminators, being the first man. That’s some pretty powerful shit. Your voice is always heard. You are amazing the way you are Adam. If you want to work out, go do that than. But don’t sit here and judge yourself because you ate well, or because you don’t have a six pack anymore. You are amazing Adam. Inside and out”
Adam sat there astonished, the speech you gave hit him. It wasn’t ‘I Have A Dream’ good but it was good nether less. “Thank you” Adam said. Your speech didn’t clear his self consciousness but it did help him see things from a different perspective. He was so focused on the negatives that he just needed to see it from a different side.
“You’re amazing you know that.” Adam said to you, “I know” you answered as you gave a smile back. “I know you know that.” Adam said back.
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allthemarrowoflife · 2 years
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okay listen i know we're all ronance bitches (me definitely included) but also may i present to you: chrissy doesn't die, finds out about the supernatural shit along with eddie, joins the teen group and becomes robin's new crush
i mean it's canon to me that eddie and chrissy are besties (it's cool if you ship them btw i think it's cute too i just personally hc eddie as gay) so just IMAGINE
chrissy didn't die at the trailer but shit happened anyway and eddie's still wanted
jason finds out chrissy was hanging out with eddie and goes on his whole "he's the vessel to the devil and a satanic cult leader" rant, makes her parents lock her at home and convinces everyone eddie brainwashed her and that's the only reason she claims he's innocent and a good person
she runs away in the middle of the night, goes to dustin cause she knows eddie's close with him, finds about the whole upside down thing and volunteers to help them
the fruity four are now the fruity five
everything else is basically the same except with someone else cursed by vecna in the hawkins gang along with max
the fav song queued up on her walkman for emergency purposes is Don't You (Forget About Me) by simple minds because i feel like the breakfast club would be her favourite movie
robin giving chrissy her jacket to wear cause she ran away in her thin pajamas and looks cold
eddie fussing over her and freaking out about how she should have staid home and everyone is hunting him down and her boyfriend's crazy and she can't be seen with them and it's dangerous but she just smiles and says "see, you do worry. not mean and scary at all."
robin going on her pretty girl panic ramble and chrissy giggles instead of thinking she's weird
the two of them would be the ultimate "she wears short skirts, i wear t-shirts, she's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers" trope except with the sapphic twist of said nerd and cheerleader falling in love with each other instead of the guy from the lyrics
once the fight's won and life's back to normal she officially dumps jason's sorry ass and starts hanging out with people she actually likes
she's still cheer captain and The Queen of Hawkins High, just with a nerdy and socially awkward girlfriend and a metalhead bestfriend
steve starts driving her to school too (since eddie already drives himself and max)
her and eddie go bother steve and robin at work on the weekends
they go on quadruple dates all the time: steve+eddie, robin+chrissy, nancy+jonathan, argyle+his van (or his pot or eden, depends on who's available)
JUST GIVE ME MORE CHRISSY CONTENT SHE WAS WAY TOO CUTE TO LAST ONLY ONE EPISODE
AND GIVE ROBIN A SWEET GIRLFRIEND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT PLEASE
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mymxnfgh · 1 year
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Lookism boys living together HCs
Ft. Daniel, Vasco, Jay, Zack, Jake, Johan (<33 ahem-), Eli, Warren, Samuel, Gun and Goo (because why not?) if I forgot to add someone maybe i’ll add it later
Overall HCs for them
DG is the Boss at home, why? Because I say so and he just gives me that kinda vibe😌
Vasco does most of the work in the garden 🪴
Zack doesn’t do anything at all but he will clean up if he’s told to
Daniel tried to help out here and there, wherever he can
Gun and Goo make money so they’re excused from doing housework
Eli takes care of Yenna so he doesn’t have to do a lot of work but he’ll still help clean
Warren helps Vasco in the garden 🪴
Johan cleans the clothes (guys he knows how to use a washing machine 🥹)
Samuel takes care of finances and all the paperwork 📄
Jake cooks and cleans
Everyone (except Jay)plays with Eden and Miro much to Johans distress
My HCs for Gun & Goo and Gun & Samuel
* Gun and Goo share a room (obviously-)
* They always argue so DG had to separate them
* Now Gun shares a room with Samuel (because Samuel practically begged DG to put the two of them together)
* Goo sleeps in the basement…alone. (no one wanted to be in a room with him for safety reasons)
* Gun visits Goo‘s room in the basement from time to time
* Gun‘s room is extremely minimalist and organized
* Goo sleeps in the basement but it doesn’t look like a basement at all… his room is very…flashy
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My HCs for Jake & Sammy and Jake & Johan
* Samuel used to share a room with Jake
* They literally had the „You can’t cross this line…here…this is my territory, there…that’s your territory“-thing (people who used to share a room with siblings will understand)
*you know this meme? that’s how their room looks like
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* After Samuel moved to Gun‘s Room Jake now shares a room with Johan
* Jake always tries to start a conversation with Johan but Johan usually ignores him
* From time to time they hold some conversations though and I feel like Johan would rant a lot and Jake would listen
* Johan would feel bad for ranting though so he’d probably do something for Jake in return like fold his clothes
* Jake likes to play with Eden and Miro a lot and although Johan didn’t want it at first he doesn’t care anymore
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My HCs for Danny & Zack
* Daniel and Zack share a room
* Zack often visits Johans room but Johan always tells him off
* What more can I say about Zack and Danny? They’re bffs
* Daniel cleans Zacks things from time to time
* They sleep on a bunk bed because bunk beds are cool
* Sometimes they talk until deep into the night until the people next to their room tell them to shut the fuck up
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My HCs for Vasco & Warren
* Vasco shares a room with Warren
* They hardly talk
* Vasco always tells Warren a lot of things and Warren listens
* Vasco somehow managed to completely misunderstand the things Warren says since he leaves out a lot of words
* They still get along well
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My HCs for Eli & Yenna (and Yenna & everyone else)
* Eli is in a room with yenna
* he always tries his best to fulfill her needs
* whenever yenna cries everyone comes rushing into the room (because yenna is the queen and everyone should love her 💯 …except Sammy, Goo and Johan they just put on headphones)
* Yenna runs around in the house a lot and everyone tries their best to take care of her (even Sammy, Goo and Johan try not to hurt her and sometimes take care of her as well)
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My HCs for Jay
* Jay! I forgot Jay!
* he sleeps alone because he’s rich 💵
* but he visits danny in his room a lot
* sleeps over in danny’s room too
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My HCs for DG
* DG sleeps alone in a big no huu~uge bedroom
* his room is like four times as big as the others rooms (and just twice as big as Gun‘s and Sammy’s room)
* I imagine his room to be like royalty style if you know what I mean
* he rarely leaves his room
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I’ll do some more HCs next time maybe and writing is not my forte but i’m still glad if you read until now! tysm for reading! 💖💕
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rat-woman876 · 5 months
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Risk of Rain 2 is cool and im gonna rant about my favorite character and the funky threoy about them.
Void feind is bizarre, they're a rangy self healing keep away character AND a super high damage rush down monster.
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Look at this THING look at IT look at how strange it is. But also look at its general design and style, thin legs and arms, dome like head, slightly more top heavy.
Thats this guy:
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But not.
Thats the funky theory about the Void feind, its the Commando from Risk of Rain 1, similar design, clearly never made it home and this answers why, purposely freeing Acrid, the lizard acid dog who helped Commando in cannon and then there's a actual reason for why void creatures would capture them.
Its the same reason as Acrid, they killed a GOD, a GOD who was stopping the Void from encroaching on the planet, this garden of eden made by Providence burned to the ground by a single human and a beast.
They just shoved Acrid in a box not thinking too much about him but Commando? He was intelligent, a veteran of combat, a god slayer. They put him through simulations, he would live through hell again and again and again only to remember everything each time he went through another one. Each time he "escaped" he would just have all the trauma, the violence, the fear the deaths forced back into his head, the void seeping into his body, transforming him until he just broke out.
It ripped its way through the void, yearning for escape, it even knocked the cage loose for Acrid so it to could escape the void until it broke free, once a man who slayed a god, who left a planet soulless, heartless, empty, taken by things beyond his understanding and forced to relieve its own torment and hell over and over again ripped its way out of that and escaped and now is dedicated to slaying the beasts who ruined him, its no longer even human in a literal sense anymore, it didn't think itself human after what it did just to survive. It can't even be considered human ever again now. Literally every shred of humanity torn away leaving a seething creature only capable of violence in its wake.
Love this character.
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Ateez “You fall asleep on their shoulder”
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Ask: Hi,You falling asleep on ateez’s shoulder please~
Hongjoong: 
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The couch in Eden’s studio was so soft, too soft truly. This was supposed to be a day where you learned more about what Hongjoong did behind the scenes but you found yourself dozing off instead. It wasn’t that you didn’t find it interesting, you did, the day was just horribly long and this experience did make you admire Hongjoong even more. You were just tired and you couldn’t imagine how Hongjoong felt doing this day and day out.
Your eyes drifted shut, your head gently falling onto Hongjoong’s shoulder as he explained something to Maddox. “and I was thinkin-ing- oh.” Hongjoong stuttered softly, feeling the weight of your head on his shoulder. It was cute and endearing, but he couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. Knowing you, you would be embarrassed if he didn’t wake you up so he gently shook you. Seeing your disoriented expression for a split moment before springing awake fully, acting like nothing happened. 
“Does my day bore you?.... Well I understand, we can leave early and get a good nights rest together.” 
Seonghwa: 
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Your day was quite possibly one of the worst you had experienced in a very long time. Normally, you would simply go home and just drink a glass of wine and destress but today had reached new levels. You just wanted Seonghwa and found yourself at the dorms, explaining to him what happened while fighting tears. Once he saw how emotional you were, he ushered you to his room for privacy. 
“It’ll be okay.”  He cooed, stroking your hair as you sat next to him in bed. Seonghwa had been doing this for the last half an hour, after listening to your rant and giving advice. It was clear you were exhausted, your day having taken alot out of you. To say he was worried was an understatement, but he knew he couldn’t do much other than be there for you. He was truly only relieved seeing you were asleep, meaning that you were finally feeling more at peace. 
“If I could fight all the demons in the world for you, I would.” 
Yunho:
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It wasn’t everyday you got to spend hours without break with Yunho and it wasn’t everyday you actually got the option to go and do something fun either. So when the opportunity presented itself to go running around an amusement park like crazy middle schoolers, you took it. Going on every ride, taking pictures everywhere and eating nearly every food item you could see. Needless to say, it was tiring while also being ridiculously fun. 
You were ridiculously comfortable in the car back home, his manager driving as you two sat in the backseat. You truly felt like kids again, your matching headbands on the tops of your heads. Yunho’s fingers toyed with yours, not noticing just how sleepy you were until your headband tickled his cheek and the weight of your head landed on his shoulder. With his free hand, he carefully took off your headband and fixed your hair. 
“Today was fun, baby. I want more days like this together.” 
Yeosang: 
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Couch potato days were few and far between. While you both did have them, it wasn’t often though that you had them together. It was rare and so you wanted to make a good day out of it, junk food, skincare, dramas and maybe even some video games. You had spent the whole day having relaxed fun with him and now you could feel yourself crashing. 
“We can go to bed if you’re tired.” He remarked, catching you yawn as you turned on your next movie of the evening. “No, no, I’m not tired.” You lied, not wanting to waste a second you had with him and knowing the next day was back to your normal schedules. Yeosang knew you were lying but simply pulled you to lay against him. Though he severly underestimated just how tired you were, feeling you dead asleep on his shoulder within 15 minutes. Yeosang had to bite back a laugh, covering his mouth a carefully turning down the tv. 
“Next time just tell me, I don’t mind going to bed early.” 
San: 
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His job consisted of a lot of waiting, waiting in cars, waiting for standby, waiting for your makeup to be done. It was a normal thing that San brought you along because he would hardly have time with you otherwise. You would play games, read, talk, make up for some lost time. 
Though this music video was proving longer to film that anticipated and you were both absolutely exhausted. He still needed to film though and while you were trying your hardest to keep him energized while waiting on the sidelines, you found yourself drifting off on his shoulder. “Baby, if you’re sleeping what am I supposed to do?” San asked, stroking your head and lifting it off of his shoulder. He made you look at him and you just pouting, him allowing your head to drop into his chest. “But Sannie I’m so tired.” You whined, shutting your eyes again. 
“It’s okay, You can go to sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s my turn.” 
Mingi: 
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Mingi was your person, in every single way and if you ask him he would fight the world. Well right now, you just needed him to hold you. You needed his comfort, you needed him to feel better and Mingi was ready to do just that. Fingers laced with yours as your head rested on his shoulder. He was your pillar and today you needed that more than anything. 
He was speaking with you about random things, anything that came to mind to distract you. “And so in the show, the guy’s hair turned a flaming red when he got angry-” Mingi explained and you hummed in response, not having the energy anymore. Mingi understood that, the things he was saying weren’t important anyways only the way you felt was and it seemed like you were feeling better. He continued talking, explaining random things from his show only garnering no more response. Glancing down at his shoulder, he could see that you were entirely passed out which was a relief. 
“Todays bad day is gone now, get some rest and tomorrow will be better. I’ll personally make sure of it.” 
Wooyoung: 
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While you had had a busy day, you didn’t want to cancel out on your plans to go out to dinner with Wooyoung and his friends. Over the years he had aquired so many friends and they were all important to him, so the evening was guaranteed to be a long one. Not that it bothered you, you were simply a little tired. 
You had enjoyed a great time with his friends, laughing, talking and eating good food. It was late but you were still drinking, Wooyoung’s arm having found it’s way around your shoulders while chatting away. You were starting to feel super drowsy, head fall onto his shoulder every few minutes. However you couldn’t fight it much longer, head fully falling onto his shoulder into a light sleep. “Is Y/N okay?” One of Wooyoung’s friends asked as Wooyoung laughed a little at you. He fixed some of your stray hairs gently and turned back to his friends. 
“Work’s been stressfull, so they’re a little tired. We should probably head home soon.” 
Jongho: 
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Being clingy wasn’t something you normally did because you knew Jongho wasn’t the biggest fan of it. Though when you were tired you really couldn’t help yourself, it was like being drunk, your body acted before you could really think about it and Jongho could tell. Jongho, however didn’t mind. He often knew you better than you knew yourself and could tell that exhaustion was the main contributer to this. 
Your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist as he sat in the dorm living room, talking with some of the members about upcoming schedules. His arm was wrapped around you, hand tracing circles into your back and making your whole body feel warm and cozy. It would have been harder not to fall asleep, so you let your body go. Jongho knew you were drifting off, making him stutter as he spoke and look at you with a small smile. 
“If this was anyone else I would have shaken you awake, but I love you so I won’t.” 
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valleyofgays · 7 months
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decided to draw some of my skykid ocs- specifically the ones that originally fell inside the Eye of Eden
little rant abt them below just realized theyre ppg colored ignore that LMAO
Okay So as i mentioned like once before- i give blank eyes to my skykids affected by darkness. why? idk i just do, and since Eden has a ton of darkness they’ve all had their eyes like this since they fell :] These 3 are childhood friends, but Kay and Evid are dating too :D
anyways some stuff about them:
Beryl ( they/it ) : Got no eyebrows, no reason I just thought it’d be fun design. They are heavily connected to red light and can use it to take down big darkness plants. It’s also a shard lookout, helping with locating and clearing them out. Very prone to getting darkness infections, making dark plants grow on their body, since their inner light tends to get weak sometimes. Favorite realm is forest
Kay ( they/them ) : Also a shard lookout and an Eden guide, helping other skykids ( mostly moths ) get through and into pnr, they’ve ascended into orbit countless times, more than necessary, and it’s starting to cause them memory problems. They decided to become a guide after Evid got stuck in pnr, as an excuse to see them more often. They wander around a lot, but favorite realm is wasteland
Evid ( they/them ) : I already have a little post about them!! But basically they’re stuck inside pnr, unable to die and ascend into orbit. They guide people back into the main path and give light to those who wandered too far, borrowing it from those they’ve found before, mainly Kay, who they always try to convince to not go visit them so often. Their favorite realm was isle
cant think of more stuff to put here, anyways ty for reading i wanna make more oc lore rants but Am Lazy
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not-neverland06 · 7 months
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Broken Machinery
Pt. 6 (completed series)
Series masterlist
Connor RK800 x fem!reader
A/N: I’ve just got this weakness for one love interest calling the other baby while they’re injured. I can't help myself 
Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), shots fired, asshole government agents, me not knowing what android parts are called (everything’s getting called a bio component idc), nothing too bad honestly just one near death experience and existential crisis
Word Count: 3.3K
Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.
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“You know, you really scared me up there.”
“How do you think I felt?” 
You might have gone a little crazy, back there, you nearly broke a few toes beating the shit out of Connor.
It was like you were so blinded by your rage you just went into a trance. There was thirium eveywhere, Hank and Chris both had to grab you to get you off him. One of the deputies had to take him to CyberLife for repairs. 
Serves him right. 
Hank had immediately driven you to the hospital afterwards. Despite your incoherent garbling that you were ‘in tip-top shape.’
He was sitting in your room with you and for the last forty minutes since the doctor left, he had been staring into the coffee he got at the vending machine. Not talking, not looking at you, you had almost begun to believe he had passed out. 
He was still staring at his coffee as he spoke. “I’m not talking about the roof. I knew I’d catch you.” There was an absolute certainty to his words, like there was no other possible outcome he would have accepted except your survival. 
You wanted to be happy, wanted to feel like you had a dad that loved you and would risk falling off a roof with you, rather than let you go. 
But you knew that he saved you out of a feeling of duty. He saved you because he couldn’t lose two kids. Not for any other reason. Sometimes you felt like he was more of an android than Connor. 
“Back there, what you did to Connor,” your shoulders stiffened in defense. You didn’t need to hear that you look like a rabid badger when you’d gone after him. You already knew that you went a little insane. Hank raised his hands in defense before you could go on another rant. “Hey, I’m not saying the fucker didn’t deserve it, I’m just saying I was…. I was scared, okay?”  
He finally looked at you now, and you almost wished he hadn’t. For years all you’ve seen was a vacant look or drunken rage. 
Now, there was something there. Something real, and it hurt. It physically hurt to see the pain in his eyes. The raw grief and loss. 
He seemed to lose track of what he was saying, caught up in one rare moment of actually allowing himself to feel instead of masking it with rage or drinking it away. “I feel like I lost you both.”
You didn’t know what to say. There were no words of comfort you could offer him. No white lies he would accept. 
And there were none you were willing to give, because he was right. 
He had lost you both in that car crash. 
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Amanda was waiting for Connor in a boat. It was clear he was expected to row her, his resistance at the unspoken order was surprising. 
“I love this place, it’s all so calm and peaceful. Far from the noise of the world. Tell me, what have you discovered?”
Connor felt the need to keep the development in his relationship with you to himself. Amanda wouldn’t understand why he was living with you. She surely wouldn’t approve of his newly prioritized mission. 
PROTECT Y/N
“I found two deviants at the Eden Club, I had hoped to learn something but…” There had to be a way to phrase this that she wouldn’t know the truth behind his actions. “They managed to escape.”
“That’s too bad,” she saw right through him. “You seemed so close to stopping them.” Connor chose to row rather than speak. “You seem… lost Connor. Lost and perturbed.”
Connor debated being sincere with her. If anyone had advice or could tell him what to do about what he’s been going through, it would be Amanda. 
“I thought I knew what I had to do, but now I realize it’s not that simple.”
“You had your gun trained on those deviants at the Eden Club.” There was a forced replay of the footage at the club. It felt so invasive that they could reach through him and rip out what they wanted. 
“Why didn’t you shoot?” 
He chose to tell the truth, “I don’t know, I don’t know.”
He knew he made the wrong choice immediately after. At least he hasn’t told her about you.
But, his doubt was concerning. His main concern should be the mission, now, he’s not so sure. 
“If your investigation doesn’t make progress soon, I may have to replace you, Connor.”
He wasn’t sure how to feel about the idea of being replaced. If it was for the sake of the mission then he should be willing to do anything. Yet, the idea of being deactivated made him feel… wrong, almost angry. 
“I understand.”
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^
“Something’s happening, something serious. Hurry, Connor. Time is running out.” The ominous warning left Connor with a feeling of pressure on his chest. 
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Hank kept tapping his foot and staring at Connor as he flipped his coin. You smiled at his irritation. “How do you do that?” 
Connor stopped toying with the coin to give you his full attention. It was a bit intimidating when he stared at you full force. He’d seemed irritated this morning when you left the house to come to the news tower. 
The stormy look on his face was still present and now directed at you. It was an effort not to pick at your nails. 
You’d been trying to stop, everytime Connor would catch you he’d shoot you a warning glare before slapping your hands apart and taking them in his own. Although, sometimes you did it because he would interlace your fingers together. As pathetic as it was, the feeling of his skin against yours was soothing. 
He blinked a lot before the look on his face lightened and he tilted his head, “The coin trick?” Connor demonstrated again for you, flipping it between his fingers. You nodded and he flicked it back and forth between both hands before Hank finally snapped. 
He yanked it out of the air, “You’re starting to piss me off that coin, Connor.” 
“Sorry, Lieutenant,” he put the coin back in his pocket. “I’ll show you later,” he paused before finally adding, “at home.” Your cheeks felt warm as a smile slowly crept along your face. He’d never referred to your house like that, it brought you joy knowing that you could provide somewhere comforting for him. 
“The fuck did you just say?” Hank turned towards you, “Is he staying with you?”
You reached forward and clicked the button for the floor a couple times. How slow was this freaking elevator? 
“Were you not aware of that, Lieutenant?”
“No I wasn’t.” Hank shot you a disbelieving look, you slunked your way behind Connor, avoiding both of their gazes. 
“I found her passed out on her couch in a distressing condition. I’ve opted to stay with her and help her take care of herself while she heals.” 
Hank looked around Connor at you, “You didn’t tell me you needed help.”
“You didn’t ask.”
You were the first out of the elevator. “Hey, Y/N.”
You took in the multitude of SWAT and CSI agents. “Shit, what’s going on here? Was there a party and nobody told me?”
Chris scoffed, “That’s an understatement. It’s all over the news, so everybody’s been butting their nose in. Even the FBI wants a piece of the action.”
“Fuck me, that’s the last thing we need. Some FBI prick trying to take over.”
Hank walked up to the two of you, “Now we got the Feds on our back, I knew this was gonna be a shitty day. So what do we got?”
“A group of four androids. They knew the building, and they were all very well organized.”
You glanced back at Connor and gave him a narrowed eyed look. “Well if I know anything about androids,” you turned around again. “It’s that their real good at getting their hands on things they shouldn’t have. They probably managed to download the building schematics.”
“Building plans or not, I’m still trying to figure out how they got this far without being noticed.”
“Maybe they had some help,” Chris seemed a little surprised at your words. 
“What are you saying, they had someone on the inside?” You nodded absently at Hank's question as you took a look around the hallway where the deviants ambushed two guards. 
It’s definitely the least violent, hostile takeover you’ve ever seen. No casualties, only a few woozy guards and one technician in shock. 
Hank examined some bullet holes in the wall. “How many people were working here?”
“Just two employees and three androids.” You let Hank take over the rest of the briefing while you examined the evidence around the room. “The deviants took the humans hostage and broadcast their message live. They made their getaway from the roof.”
“The roof?”
“Yeah, they jumped with parachutes. We’re still trying to figure out where they landed,” do they know anything? “But the weather’s not helping. If you want to take a look at the video broadcast by the deviants, it’s on that screen over there.” 
You made your way over to the broadcasting room. Someone in a trench coat was standing in the middle of the room, blocking you from looking around. 
“Lieutenant, detective, this is Special Agent Perkins from the FBI. Lieutenant Anderson and Detective Y/L/N are in charge of investigating for Detroit Police.” Connor walked over the the group of you. 
SA Perkins nodded towards him, “What’s that?” You got immediate douchebag vibes from him. 
“My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by CyberLife.”
You wanted to face palm, did they not program him with any other greetings?
“Androids investigating androids, huh? You sure you want an android hanging around?” The irony wasn’t lost on you, but he didn’t have to be a dick and act like Connor wasn’t standing right in front of him. Hank scoffed, seemingly prepared to dismiss him, but SA Perkins wasn’t done yet. 
“After everything that happened…” The insinuation had your hands curling into fists. He didn’t even know the two of you, yet he thought he had the right to speak about something he knew jack shit about. You had taken a half a step forward before someone’s hand was on your wrist, stopping you. 
You looked down expecting to see Connor, instead Hank was gently holding your arm. He didn’t look at you, just kept staring at Perkins until the agent had made himself uncomfortable. You got a sickening amount of satisfaction at the way he crumpled under Hank's stare. 
“Whatever, soon the FBI will take over and you’ll be on another case.”
“Pleasure meeting you.” Hank was clearly done entertaining the rat faced asshole. 
“Have a nice day,” you gave him the fakest smile you could muster until he just scoffed
“Don’t fuck up my crime scene.” 
You watched him walk away, “I really wish you had let me just knock him down a peg.”
Hank gave you a long suffering look, “He would have had your badge faster than you could blink. God, what a fuckin’ prick.”
“I’d kill to see that asshole humbled.”
“Let’s have a look around,” Hank started towards the broadcasting desk. 
You made your way to the stairs, “I’ll check out the roof,” your foot was almost on the step, but then Connor appeared in front you out of nowhere. So close. 
“I think that’s unwise. You should stay somewhere both Hank and I can keep a watch over you, you’re still injured.” He made a pointed look towards your sling. You huffed out in frustration, his coddling was getting out of hand. 
“I’m a big girl, Connor, and you’re a detective bot. Not a caretaker, act like it.”
Connors head tilted and he squared his shoulders. Oh, this was about to be an argument. “You told me to prioritize my partners safety.”
Damn, that was really biting you in the ass. “Oh, well depriotize it.” Connor crossed his arms and stared you down, you really didn’t need him making a scene but shutting down on the stairwell to make a point. 
You threw your one good hand up in surrender, “Fine! Whatever,” you stood by the desk and sulked. He seemed way too smug as he walked off. 
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“I’ve identified its model and serial number.”
Hank continued to stare at Connor, “Anything else I should know?”
“No. Nothing.” He didn’t know why he lied, but for some reason Connor didn’t want Hank or Y/N to know that the android leading the revolution was from the same line of androids he was. 
He was confused, he was RK800, a prototype and supposed to be the only one of his kind. Yet he was staring up at an RK200. He’s never thought about why he was 800, there was no reason to. But If he had, he would have assumed that his predecessors were just failed versions of himself  that couldn’t pass the Turing test. 
He would be wrong, because here in front of him was something completely different from himself.
What was CyberLife hiding? 
“You okay, Connor?” He was brought out of his stupor by the sound of your voice. He looked towards you, your arm was still in its sling, your hair still in the braids he had done for you and the jacket and jeans he had helped you dress in. Focusing on all these little things about you was helping him remember what he had to do. What he came to the tower for in the first place. 
He observed the slight tilt to your head and the suspicion on your face, “I’m fine. You?” 
Your eyes held the same untrusting gaze before you just nodded your head and moved to the other side of the room. Connor examined each piece of evidence, reconstructing the scene of the crime. SWAT came in through the hallway, shooting at the group of deviants and managing to hit one. They then made their escape towards the roof. 
He debated between the roof and investigating the androids in the break room. One of them was in charge of monitoring security, they would have seen the deviants making their way through the building and not have informed anyone. A deviant was somewhere in there. 
He knew that if he went up to the roof, inevitably you would follow, he didn’t want to run the risk of you getting further damaged. Connor made his way towards the break room. You lifted your head from the security footage you were examining to briefly glance at him as he passed by, before going back to reviewing the video. 
Three androids were lined up along the wall of the break room. One of them was deviant. 
LOOK FOR A REACTION TO SPOT THE DEVIANT
He turned towards the one on the far left, “What is your function?”
“I am a broadcast operator.” Connor’s eyes narrowed, its eyes were blinking continuously while answering. Connor didn’t recognize that behavior in any of the other androids standing before him. He continued questioning the one on the far left. 
“State your model.”
“Model JB300. Serial number 336 445 581.”
Connor turned to the android in the middle, still keeping one eye on the other one. “Were you present when the deviants broke in?”
“I do not remember.” The one on the left turned its head to face Connor before quickly looking away. 
He’d found the deviant.  
“Has anybody accessed your memory recently?”
“Not to my knowledge.” Deviants could lie, he wasn’t going to get any information out of it this way. He needed to switch to more aggressive tactics. 
“One of you saw the attack on the surveillance cameras and said nothing. Which means there is a deviant in this room… and I’m going to find out which one it is.” He hovered over the one on the left. 
“You’re going to be switched off. We’re gonna search your memory and tear you apart piece by piece for analysis. You’re going to be destroyed! Do you hear me? Destroyed!” It wouldn’t budge. 
Deviants could feel, perhaps if he used empathy against it, it would be more willing to provide information. 
“Why should all of you be destroyed, if only one is deviant? Turn yourself in, or two innocent androids will be shut down because of you. If you give yourself up, maybe I can convince my humans not to destroy you.” 
He switched tactics again, “The deviants have just been caught. They gave you up.” The one on the left’s LED was fully red now. “There’s no point in lying. We know everything.”
He was successful in revealing the deviant, but not in the way he wanted to. It lunged at him, taking him by the throat and slamming him into the counter. Connor struggled fighting off the androids hands and trying to shove him off. The android reach down and ripped Connors core component out, stabbing him in the hand with a knife and nailing him down to the counter. 
Connor had two minutes to shutdown, he kicked a chair nearby across the room, “Y/N, help! I need help…”
Connors optic units were failing, everything around him was going in and out of focus. He barely managed to tug the knife out of his hand before collapsing on the floor. 
He crawled as close as he could towards the component, instructing each arm to move one at a time, they gave out nearly a foot away from the device. 
Just as you came barreling into the room. “Connor!” You rushed over to him and dropped down to your knees, your hands were shaking as you rolled him over. “Connor, oh my god, oh god it’s okay. You’re okay.” Your hands were hovering over him, unsure where to touch before finally landing on his face. “It’s alright, you’re gonna be fine baby.”
Your eyes left his and you looked around for something. You let out a shuddering breath and moved away from him. His arm grabbed yours without prompting. 
He didn’t want….
Didn’t want what?
He couldn’t want or desire he was an android, yet deep inside he knew… 
He didn’t want to die. 
He didn’t want to die alone.
“Connor, I’ll be right back, it’s gonna be okay,” but it wouldn’t be. Shutdown was imminent and Connor knew that whatever progress he made would be erased. And whoever replaced him would prioritize the mission, they wouldn’t care if you were going to die. Your life would mean nothing to them. 
That was more terrifying than the thought of dying. 
You finally managed to rip your arm free and then you were shoving something in his hands. “Here!” When he made no move to look at what it was, you ripped it back out. “Fuck, Connor!” 
His body shot forward and you caught him by the shoulders before he could fall over. You had slammed the component back into his core. 
DIAGNOSTIC 
Memory…. 100%
Optics…. 100%
Auditory…. 100%
He dismissed the rest of the diagnostic check and rushed out of the room. He slipped and slammed into a wall on the way out, his body still calibrating. He ignored your shouts and continued after the deviant. 
It was nearly to the elevator by the time he caught up, “It’s a deviant stop it!” The android grabbed the rifle from the SWAT agent's hand. Connor processed the quickest possible options for him to take. 
BANG
The deviant was on the ground, deactivated by the gun Connor had swiped from the police officer next to him. 
“Nice shot, Connor,” Hank helped Chris back to his feet. He gave Connor an appreciative look just as you ran into the room. 
“I heard gunshots, are you okay?” You were looking at Connor, waiting for an answer, a frantic look about you. 
Was he okay?
He didn’t know anymore?  
SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^
“You saved human lives, you saved my life,” it was the warmest he’d ever seen Hank. 
Yet the only response he could give was, “I wanted it alive.”
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end. — I do not own the characters or the game Detroit: Become Human, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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