#pretentious pen stuff?

[wrathfulrook]

MontBlanc Blues

FC5 gen fic. Basically crack. Deputy Patience Ekner breaks into Seed Ranch, uses John Seed's pen, copies secret files, and kills a Peggie guard. Guess which one of those things upsets John the most.

Just a lil guy: 1.3k words

Rating: T

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44894794

Deputy Patience Ekner heard the beeping of a Peggie’s radio coming closer, approaching from down the long hallway. She scribbled faster and faster, her handwriting bordering on illegible as she copied notes off of John Seed’s computer. She jotted down the truck convoys’ schedules as she heard the heavy thumping of a guard’s boots. The deputy quickly exited out of the file and dove behind the door. She prayed the guard didn’t enter the office to investigate and would just continue down the hall.

Patience had never been very lucky.

The smelly, hairy man walked through the doorway. If he walked any further into the room, he’d see her when he turned to leave. She stood pressed between the door and the wall, trying to stay as small and silent as possible, hyperaware of the sound of her own breathing. She couldn’t even reach her sidearm without noticeably jostling the door. The only thing she had in her hand was the pretentious-looking pen she’d grabbed off the desk when taking notes. She gripped it tightly, if only to make herself feel better.

Then the Peggie stepped further into the office.

Patience had to repress the sigh she felt deep down inside herself. She pushed herself gently out from behind the door, reaching towards her holstered gun. She quietly, cat-like, with well-practiced stealth crept forward, gently nudging the door out of her way.

It creaked.

She sighed aloud that time. The Peggie began to turn. He reached towards his belt, going for his gun or his radio. She couldn’t tell which and didn’t care; either would be disastrous. Patience attacked with the most accessible weapon she had – the pen. She leapt forward, grasping his dirty, scraggly hair and tugged his head to the side. She jammed the point of the pen into the meat of his neck with all her force. He gasped and gurgled as she lowered his struggling form to the floor, but thankfully did not scream.

She worked to regulate her panting gasps. She didn’t want something as stupid as her adrenaline-spiked breathing to give her presence away. Hooking her arms under those of the dead guard, she dragged him behind the desk, out of sight of the doorway, hopefully not to be found until she was miles away from Seed Ranch.

Again, Patience had never been very lucky.

At the sound of a man clearing his throat, Patience whipped around so quickly that her own braid smacked her in the face. She reached for her gun as John Seed raised the one already in his hand.

“Ah-ah-ah, Deputy,” he tutted. “Hands where I can see them.”

She clenched her jaw and raised both hands above her head. God, she hated the smarmy prick. He leaned against the doorframe, almost casually, one leg crossed behind the other. One eyebrow raised, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his beard. His gun was held with steady hand that pointedly undercut his lackadaisical aura.

“This is the second time you’ve invaded my home, isn’t it?”

“The second time I’ve been caught.”

“Cute,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

He pushed off the doorframe and leisurely strolled over to Patience, his gun trained on her the entire time. Rounding the edge of the desk, however, he stopped. His face hardened. He turned his angry, icy blue eyes on her, and she found his gaze made her more afraid than his gun did.

“I knew Brother Lyle. He had a wife and a baby.”

Patience scoffed. “Plenty of the people you’ve kidnapped, tortured, and killed had spouses and kids. It’s different just because he was your friend?”

“No, Deputy,” he pointedly began, turning the dead man’s head with the toe of his boot. “It’s different because-“

He stared at the man, silent and unreadable. He stood unmoving just long enough that Patience considered charging forward in an attempt to disarm him when he snapped his gaze up. If Patience had found his anger before frightening, then this was terrifying.

“What is that?” he seethed, pointing his finger at the man, but keeping his steely gaze on her.

“Uh,” she glanced quickly down at the corpse. “Dead Peggie?”

Patience heard John pointedly exhale through his nose. “And what,” he hissed, “is sticking out of his neck.”

It didn’t sound like a question, but she answered anyway, matching his hard gaze. “A pen.”

Patience may have shrunk away as his rage was unleashed by shouting, “No! Not a pen! A $2400 custom MontBlanc fountain pen!”

At that declaration, she definitely straightened back up, aware somewhere in the back of her mind of the dumbfounded look on her face, but unable to alter it.

“$2400? For a pen?”

“For a custom MontBlanc fountain pen! Which you have ruined!” His voice nearly broke in his rage.

“Okay,” she snorted. “Is it somehow different from the two identical pens over there? That hopefully did not also cost $2400 apiece?”

She lowered her hand just enough to gesture to the two metallic blue pens still capped and on his desk, both identical to the one she had used on the Peggie, right down to the small, pretentious crest, and the engraving on the cylindrical body reading John Seed, Esq.

“They are not identical.”

She stared blankly, waiting for him to indulge himself and continue, which, naturally, he did.

“One has a medium nib, which I use most often. One nib is extra fine for annotations and one is double broad! For signatures!” he hissed, his poster-boy face twisted in righteous anger, as if he was unaware he was seething over possibly the dumbest thing anyone could be mad about.

She pursed her lips, trying to keep a neutral face. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Objectively, it was pretty funny to see John Seed throwing a temper tantrum. But on the other hand, Patience really didn’t want to die over a pen.

“…You have a two and a half grand pen that you only use to sign your name?”

His piercing glare remained as level as his gun.

Patience swallowed but continued anyway, attempting a levity she did not feel. “Well, I don’t which one I used, but it took nice notes.”

“You wrote with it? Pray tell me, dear Deputy, why you would do a thing like that?”

She felt herself a hair’s breadth away from a bullet in the face, afraid to answer his question, but more afraid not to. “Because… it’s a pen? Why would you spend $7200 on pens you can’t use?”

“Pens you can’t use! Do you see this?” He bent down, ripping the fancy pen from the Peggie’s throat, letting more dark blood gush out of his body to stain the hardwood floor, before holding the bloody mess up to her eyes.

She nodded rapidly, just to get him to lower the bloody, gory thing from her. It instead urged him to push it closer, almost making her eyes cross to see it. She swallowed a gag at seeing a bit of flesh dangling from it. He used his bare fingers to wipe the tip of the pen, seemingly unbothered by the mess on his skin.

“This is a 14 karat solid gold nib. It is semi-flexible and will shape itself to the pressure and position of the user’s handwriting. If someone else uses it,” his eyes narrowed at her, “it will change the shape of the nib, ruining its usability.”

She blinked, trying to focus her gaze from the golden point inches from her face to the deranged man holding it there. “And that damages it more than me using it to stab someone?”

Patience did not see the gun coming up to whip her across the head. She reeled from the pain and shock, unprepared to defend herself from his practiced hands coming up to strangle her out of consciousness.

Over a fucking pen.

#far cry 5 #fc5 #john seed #oc: patience ekner #crack!fic #john seed fic #fc5 fic #my fic #idk what to tag this as #pretentious pen stuff? #anyway here it is #my stuff

[batterygarden]

aot relationship hcs

Ft. Eren, Armin and Mikasa

Sfw but no minors on my page pls, these are miscellaneous and sillly.. I wrote them in a haze after my melatonin kicked in yesterday…like 1 or 2 suggestive ones in there

Eren

He plays basketball (he’s rlly good 😔) and if you come visit him on the court he dribbles the ball around you rlly aggressively like “try n block me!” and you just stare at him straight faced because he is exhausting

He is simply the most DRAMATIC man alive. Like if you don’t give him endless attention, hold his hand, climb on him, act borderline obsessed with him… he might explode. If you go 24 hours without playing with his hair he is wearing all black and mourning your lost love… cause you must just not care about him anymore!

He’s also kinda a neat freak… another opportunity for his dramatics. If you leave a dirty dish in the sink for more than half an hour he is turning up in a hazmat suit like baby…. i can’t handle how dirty the kitchen is rn. (He’ll do the dish for you)

Casual shoplifter even though he can truly afford all the things he steals

He probably commits tax fraud too

Bad driver but over confident as hell. Driving almost 50 in a residential like STOP :/

Also… hello mr oral fixation. He’s constantly got a necklace in his teeth or something… and that’s all fine and good till you find YOUR OWN PERSONAL BELONGINGS in your boyfriends mouth god. Like give me back my nice pilot G2 pen you animal >:(

Takes rlly long showers and uses up all the hot water AND your fancy conditioner. He is definitely one of those product stealer men…

He also borrows ur claw hair clips and never gives them back 😔

Randomly pretends to beat up the air in front of you u like put ‘em up!! And you’re never sure how to react. Like you’re standing there doing the dishes and he assumes fighting stance and starts punching ghosts till you give him attention.

Armin

Accidentally rolls his eyes ALL the time. Like he doesn’t even mean to his face is just automatically sassy when he disagrees w something. But he’s self aware. Sometimes he’ll do it and you’ll pause mid-sentence then he’ll catch himself like WAIT SORRY. I didn’t mean to do that. 😔

Makes you dandelion chains without you having to ask.. or puts dandelions and other wildflowers on you all the time… in your hair, in your pocket, in the little holes where your shoelaces go.

he’ll just fiddle w your things absentmindedly CONSTANTLY… he’s simply a fidgety guy!

Like you’re sitting in the grass talking to him and he’s nodding along like Mhm Mhm… while he repeatedly zips and unzips your bag… rolling up and unrolling the straps etc.

but sometimes the thing he is fidgeting with is YOU. Your hands are a favorite… especially your rings and any jewelry you may wear 😮‍💨 this man is having a field day spinning the metal around your fingers.

He’ll sometimes over explain things/accidentally go into extreme detail and you’ll tease him for mansplaining. But a lot of the time he’ll the OPPOSITE of mansplain things and use words way too big / poorly dumb down the most CONVOLUTED subjects and you’re like slow down there mr graduated college early 😔 .. say that again as if I were a 5 year old please

His sport of choice is… wait for it… track. Yeah this man’s a runner… occasionally a hurdler… he’s got stamina.. have u seen those CALVES when he’s the colassal ! Major swoon

Pretentious as hell ab the music he listens to. Gatekeeps even…. NO PUBLIC PLAYLISTS.

He gets bad anxiety the night before work and stuff… also picks apart social interactions after they happen… generalized anxiety disorder king!

He’s a gossip of course…. Literally will give you a million looks mid social gathering that say “we’ll dissect this later”

Does weird only child things every day without realizing

Like arranging the Tupperware a specific and less efficient way than you and getting mad when you don’t put yours away like he wants it

Or getting annoyed when you don’t burn his candles a very specific way that apparently is “more efficient” 🙁

He also NEEDS alone/recharge time… social stuff can get exhausting to him!

Mikasa <3

Good w cars… best with cars out of the three hands down… she’s your personal mechanic 🥺

She’s also miss quiet road rage over here.. she seems calm and collected but she is cursing the entire lineage of the minivan driver that just cut her off in traffic.

Eats up some reality tv… and is embarrassed about it 😔 she asks you not to tell people she’s rewatching season 10 of the bachelor rn

Aggressive as hell to ucky men in bars / clubs… or just in general

Like “back the fuck off before I beat your ass” kind of aggressive… very protective of you and any woman ever in these type of situations

& she has the skill to back up her talk!! This woman is a martial artist/ full time gym rat… she is *strong*. You need not worry about your safety no matter the situation when you’re with her.

Her critical nature towards men nicely contrasts how much she LOVES bimbos lmao. Extremely forgiving and patient towards bimbos… she’ll explain things to you so so gently.

She’s somewhat shy with direct flirting before you’re official… kinda nervous to ruin whatever dynamic you two had going on to begin with.. but once your feelings are out in the air this woman is getting a medal for her direct communication skills.

“I need you to hold me really tight right now, I’m feeling kind of anxious.”

“I want you to kiss me please! Need to feel your pretty lips”

“If we were alone right now I would have you fully ***** and ********* *** ** ** ****** ****.”

perpetually cold hands.. and she warms them by sticking them in YOUR shirt or even occasionally your pants. Just sticking em in there and then staring at you like she’s doing nothing wrong … staring at you like you’re NOT getting goosebumps on your ass cheeks rn

Once she gets comfortable, Mikasa is CONSTANTLY TEASING YOU RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS.

like it starts light, creating a little inside joke or two, like making fun of the special way you prepare your sandwiches or how you make the bed.

But then you catch her giggling to herself one day and you’re like aww what’s so funny ^_^ and she says she was thinking about that time you embarrassed yourself in front of her parents 😔

But then sometimes if she’s not in the right mood she’ll get all sassy if you tease her back. All “okay but I didn’t say it like that 😒.” Then she’ll pinch you.

She texts like .. full punctuation and everything. At first you thought she was mad at you every time you got her notifications till you got used to it.

She looks KILLER in turtlenecks it’s ridiculous

#eren x reader #armin x reader #aot x reader #mikasa x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot headcanons #snk x reader #eren yeager x reader #armin arlert x reader #eren fic #armin arlert headcanons #eren yaeger headcanons #mikasa headcanons

[blythelyunaware]

On the "terrible lyrics" discourse...

It's always interesting to me when, right before an album rollout, we have a subsect of swifties and/or simply bad-faith haters who immediately pan a new album by plucking out lyrics out of context. It seems that the curse of folkevermore will forever loom over any new album rollout because most people aren't...that bright? Folkevermore is brilliant for many reasons, not least of all because it was perfectly timed to fit the tone of the socio-cultural time it was released in. People ate it up because a). those albums were pandemic albums and b). they were written mostly in the "quill pen" style. For some reason, and perhaps this is due to a lack of wider reading, people associate "good lyrics" with flowery prose that is reliant heavily on lots of figurative language and "bad lyrics" as simple statements. And so anything that has been released post-folkevermore has been panned as a "step down" because people think Taylor Swift is only worth listening to when she releases music that people perceive, through stereotypes or general insufferableness, as artsier and therefore of more value.

I don't know if it's just a universally bad education system or maybe we don't read contemporary literature enough, but that's just not true. I love folklore so very much, and its most Keats-style 19th-century poet song, "The Lakes," is perhaps one of its weakest because it's trying too hard and some of it, frankly, makes no sense ("Tell me what are my Wordsworth" ???? Like we know that clunky-ass lyric was only put in there for a dumb ass poet reference). And then we have The Last Great American Dynasty, which contains fairly simple/ slightly kooky statements such as: "And in a feud with her neighbour, she stole his dog and dyed it key lime green." Which is way better at characterising the person in that story!!!

It was the same with the "sexy baby" lyric in Anti-Hero (IMO a very interesting lyric!). It's not about how many metaphors she can pack in or the number of stars or 2 AM dancing-in-the-rain or running-down-a-field-to-her-prince, or other fairytale motifs that makes her songs so good. It's her ability to tie a concept together or create a thread of shared ideas within an album. People are clowning on the whole "Charlie Puth being a bigger artist" because Charlie Puth isn't typically considered "high brow" and has released some pretty cringey stuff. But if you look deeper into the reason for why she included that in her song: it fits into the album conceit. The album visuals are very much dark academia, college prep, intellectuals etc. etc. This lyric is not so much about Charlie Puth as it is about her relationship dynamic with the person she is singing about. It's about how they had shared intellectual values around music. And that is the genius of Taylor Swift. She does not need to point a gigantic neon sign at a lyric saying "LOOK! LOOK! THIS IS A METAPHOR AND I AM VERY CLEVER AND YOU CAN FEEL CLEVER FOR GETTING IT!".

To end it all I would urge swifties to please read more and read widely. (I also realise just how pretentious and obnoxious I sound but hey, if we're gonna play into the aesthetic, why not?)

#taylor swift #the tortured poets department #swifties #the eras tour #ttpd #matty healy #joe alwyn #personal rant #mini rant #sorry for the rant #folklore #evermore #taylor swift eras

[chaoticandsleepdeprived]

The Niragi and Chishiya incident or The reason why they are forbidden to be in the same game

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So this takes place in the same AU as Hatter’s dating service. I imagined it would be something like 500 words but it got out of hand so here we stand with 2000 words. Also it isn’t so much Niragi/Chishiya content so if you came for that I am sorry.

Written from Aguni’s POV and an unfortunate Beach member. 

Rating: General Audiences, some swearing maybe?

Pairing: Friendship Ann & Kuzuryu & Aguni, Background Chishiya/Niragi, Implied Takeru/Aguni

Genre: Crack

Dedicated to @drewsb12 , @highandlow-in-borderland and @crxw1ey who all wanted to know more of the Chishiya/Niragi incident

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Ann had recruited a new member to the Beach, that white haired guy who Aguni had noticed in some games. He seemed like the pretentious type that Takeru would like, and he had brought several cards with him to the Beach; three new diamond cards.

“ So, now that you know all the rules, it’s time.” Takeru snapped his fingers and his two bodyguards walked forward and pulled away the card wall, revealing his conspiracy board. To Chishiya’s defense, he just looked vaguely amused.

“ What am I looking at exactly?”

“ I am so glad you asked. Ann, bring me the folder.” Aguni could see her eyeroll even with the sunglasses as she gave Takeru the huge red folder. The spine was almost breaking but Takeru refused to get another, his excuse was that it would disrupt his system he had created. But Aguni would bet Last Boss’ katana, that he kept one folder because it was easier to keep track of one huge folder instead of several smaller ones.

Mira was already prepared with her pink polaroid camera, and almost shoved it into Chishiya’s face.

“ Smile!”  Chishiya looked like he was considering his life choices.

“ Don’t worry, no one looks good on those pictures,” Kuzuryu said

“ I look great in mine,” Mira had started to shake the printed picture, so it would develop faster, “ Your hair is so light, it’s barely seen in the picture.”

“ Now, let’s start with the questions, be prepared.” Kuzuryu held a pen and paper ready, Takeru refused to write because he said it divided his attention too much. Laziness Ann called it behind his back “ What’s your name?”

“ Don’t you already know it?” Ann gave Aguni a tired look. We're going to be here for a while, aren’t we? I will bring the wine to your room later.

“ Just go along with it, all of us have stuff to get back to,” Aguni answered.

“ Chishiya.”

“ No first name?”

“ Nothing that I would ever let you use.” Kuzuryu wrote something on the paper, while Takeru looked delighted.

“ I already have an idea, who you will be matched with,” he told him

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After what felt like an eternity, it was finally done. It could have been done so much sooner if Chishiya had answered all the questions immediately, instead of saying something snarky. And now Takeru was leaning over the folder, flipping through it with an alarming speed, until he finally stopped at a page.

“ Jackpot!” Mira, who was leaning over and looked at the page, she seemed amused. Which did nothing to calm Aguni’s nerves.

“ Oh they would make a sweet couple,” she said with a bright smile.

“ Chishiya, you got matched with Niragi.” Aguni was already planning on exchanging the militants' weapons with fire extinguishers. Takeru looked towards where Niragi usually stood in the room, “ Why isn’t Niragi here? I called all the Executive members to be here when we got new recruits.”

“ I saw him and Last Boss at the pool table, a while ago,” Ann answered, “ Last Boss was using his katana to hit the balls.”

“ I can go and get him, we know he will only listen to me.” Aguni was already out of the room before Takeru could give him permission.

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Like Ann had said, Niragi was sitting with his gun while Last Boss was hitting the balls with his katana.

“ Niragi, Hatter requires your presence in the meeting room.”

“ I’m busy.”

“ If you don’t come with me, I will confiscate your gun for a week,” Niragi still looked like he was considering refusing so Aguni sighed, “ Yes, that means in games as well.”

“ Fine, why does he need me?”

“ I am under orders to not tell you anything.” That was a lie but he knew Takeru, knew he would want to be the one to break the news.

The door was already open, and Chishiya was still sitting in the chair while Takeru was showing him several polaroid pictures.

“ The guest of honor, Niragi, I have finally found you a match,” Takeru exclaimed while pointing at Chishiya, “ This is Chishiya, you two almost answered identical on every question.”

Chishiya and Niragi face each other, disgust can be shown on Niragi’s face.

“ Him? That hair is disgusting, and is it possible to be so short?”

“ Are you sure your data is correct? He looks like he would be more interested in dating that gun he’s holding.” That made Niragi hold it tighter.

“ At least the gun isn’t shorter than the height limit at an amusement park. Can you even ride everything there or are you too short?” Both Takeru and Mira were smiling.

“ I think this is going to be my greatest match yet.”

Meanwhile Ann had taken out a wine bottle and three glasses.

“ Thank you,” Kuzuryu whispered as he accepted his glass, Aguni just nodded. Ann had taken out her small notebook, which she used to run the Beach’s betting pool.

“ So how long do you bet this will hold?” She took a sip from her glass, she pointed to the bodyguards, “ Kita and Taketa both said one week, I’m pretty sure the only reason is because they don’t want to make Hatter mad.”

“ I bet three yen on a day,” Kuzuryu said and Ann made a small note.

“ Aguni? Do you want to place a bet?”

Takeru glared at them.

“ Now that I have gotten everyone’s attention, Niragi and Chishiya will be sent to the same game tonight.” That could probably be one of the worse ideas his friend has ever had, Aguni thought and it seemed Kuzuryu agreed

“ Change my bet to four hours and 30 minutes.”

Niragi glared at Chishiya.

“ I will kill you in the game and make it look like an accident.” Chishiya smirked and took out a lighter from one of his pockets.

“ I can set you on fire.”

“ You two even have the same love language, I think the game tonight is going to go great.” Almost everyone in the room exchanged doubtful looks.

One thing was for sure, it would not go great.

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“ Game Obstacle, level six of clubs. Rules; everyone in your team has to be handcuffed to each other, trying to remove a cuff will cause elimination. Everyone in your team has to clear every obstacle within the time limit otherwise it will end in elimination. If anyone touches the ground the whole team is eliminated. Time limit is 15 minutes. Time starts when everyone is handcuffed to eachother”

“ You gotta be kidding,” Niragi groaned, while the new guy sighed.

“ I hate club games.” Maiko exchanged a look with the other member who was put in their group, she was pretty sure he was called Haru. Ann and Aguni had taken both of them aside before the game.

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“ If the both of you to survive this game, we will move you twenty ranks up and you’ll get upgraded to a nicer room,” Ann told them, while Aguni nodded

“ You two will also be free to use Hatter’s jacuzzi while I take him somewhere else,” Aguni looked over the two, “ I’m even willing to accept new militants if the two of you manage to survive in a game with the two of them.”

“ Why are we getting special treatment?” Haru questioned

“ Hatter matched Niragi and Chishiya today, and they immediately threatened to kill each other.” Ann said as if that explained everything.

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“ So how will we do this?” Haru asked

“ Niragi should be last since he’s the strongest, and we are going to have to help each other climb that wall later, I can be second last, then Chishiya and you could be first,” Maiko suggested

“ I don’t take orders from a member ranked lower than me,” Niragi said, one second later, “ What she said.”

When they were finally handcuffed the timer started, and Haru started climbing up the wall, while Maiko and Niragi prepared to give Chishiya a jumping start

“ We have to be more coordinated,” Niragi glared at Chishiya

“ It would be so much easier if one of us wasn’t so short.” Chishiya somehow managed to take out a lighter from his pocket and held it alarmingly close to the rope.

“ You’re so tall, you should manage to get up without using the rope.”

“ Your eyes are so condescending Chishiya.”

“ The two of you are free to flirt later but we need to finish this course, it has already been three minutes.” Maiko regretted placing herself between them. Finally she understood why Ann and Aguni had seemed so desperate in their offerings.

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“ Game cleared, congratulations.” Everyone was sweaty, it had been three seconds left on the timer, it could have gone so much faster if Chishiya didn’t accidentally drop torch they had to move through one of the obstacles, and it just happened to fall and burn off one of Niragi’s eyebrows and a hole in his shirt. Which naturally made Niragi climb over Maiko just so he could kick Chishiya.

“ I need to get drunk to remove every memory of this game,” Haru immediately walked to the bar when they got back to the Beach.

Aguni stood with Ann and looked over the survivors from the game. And then saw the Niragi’s group, the other two who were with them looked like they had been through hell.

“ They all survived,” he stated, and saw how the guy who was with them went over to the bar and took a bottle of vodka and started drinking straight out of the bottle.

“ How did Niragi lose an eyebrow?” The girl who also was in the game gave Niragi and Chishiya death glares.

“ It was a clubs game, everyone had to be handcuffed to each other and clear an obstacle course within the time limit. One of the obstacles was holding a torch, and Chishiya dropped it on Niragi, that’s how he lost his eyebrow and shirt.” Ann held out a bottle of Hatter’s most expensive wine that she bribed one of the guards to steal, “ Niragi kicked him, but we survived but you should never put the two of them in a game together. Hatter has lost his mind if he thinks the two of them could ever work as a couple.”

She walked off with the bottle.

Chishiya had disappeared during their conversation but Aguni saw Niragi standing with Last Boss, who was currently using his katana as a skewer to place food. Niragi was telling him something while Last Boss nodded, he seemed to be more focused on his food.

“ I can go to Hatter and tell him how it went.”

“ Kuzuryu and I will be in his suite with drinks ready for you,” she told him. 

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And he walked to Takeru’s suite, he didn’t bother with knocking, nothing he could see behind those doors could scar him anymore.

“ Mori-chan!” Takeru was standing in front of his conspiracy wall placing a red string between Niragi and Chishiya.

“ You can change that string, they got back from the game,” Aguni had taken one of Hatter’s wine glasses that was spread out over the room, “ The other players who were with them said they were the worst possible combination for any game. Apparently Chishiya burned of one of Niragi's eyebrows.”

“ It has barely been a day since they met each other, we didn’t fall in love in a day either, we need to give them a chance to really get to know eachother.”

“ Takeru, I think if you ever put them in a game again, the other people in their team today would stage a revolution and they would have the support to do it.”

Takeru sighed and took out the blue string, for a couple that never even tried to work it out.

“ I still believe they would be a good match for each other.” Aguni chugged his stolen glass.

“ Don’t worry one day you will probably have a match that is going to work out.”

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Small note: I imagine the obstacle course looking something like this but higher up in the air so if you fall you probably would die, and also harder.

Forced proximity in a game, it would be the worst possible game to put Niragi and Chishiya in.

#alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #chishiya shuntaro #niragi suguru #danma takeru #aguni morizono #ann rizuna #kuzuryuu keiichi #mira kano #aguni deserves a free holiday #or a spa weekend with ann and Kuzuryu #Hatter still stands by the fact that they could work out #everyone thinks he is insane #i like how every scene of last boss is him using his katana for something other than fighting #every newcomer after chishiya gets a fourth rule #rule 4 chishiya/niragi can never be in a game together #hatter's biggest cheerleader is mira #aib

[skippydiesposting]

Cam u give us some recs of Weird And Good Stuff? 👀

absolutely I can! I've been sitting on this ask for a few days because I wanted to give it the attention that it deserves and it's got me thinking a lot about the things that I personally consider "Good" and/or "Weird" stuff.

this is especially interesting to think about as someone who has Very Specific media tastes and did not exactly grow up exposed to the most mainstream stuff: I was raised by 90s hipsters, homeschooled, then went to an alternative school, and have only lived in one city/only worked at one institution my whole life--all of these were/have been great experiences for me, however I understand that this means I do not exactly have the best idea of what constitutes mainstream or popular media. I definitely have the tendency to lean towards pretentiousness/snobbery (as I have been told), in part because it seems to me that, by definition, the things that are part of the mainstream have less depth and heart to them than the obscure things; the things I have fallen in love with, by and large, are the obscure things. I have been confounded my whole life by the experience of coming across beautiful, meaningful works of art and then being baffled when nobody else is talking about them, as well as the mirrored experience of being exposed to the mainstream and being completely unable to understand what people are getting out of it. (are obscure and weird the same thing? something else to think about.)

that being said, I don't think any of these things are the Weirdest it gets. but they are certainly things beyond the general public "mainstream" consciousness, and they are defintely things that I think deserve more recognition as great works of art. just keep in mind I am aware that it does get a lot weirder and more obscure than this.

also, of course it's easiest to give recommendations if I already know the taste of the person I am recommending things to, so all of this will depend on your own personal taste, especially where music and books are concerned. but regardless, here are a bunch of my favorite Weird/Good things:

books:

-if you know me or have been following me at all, you already know about this but I'm gonna have to plug Skippy Dies. most perfectly constructed/researched/executed/painful book of all time. I will recommend it until my dying breath. this is one of those things that seems so exemplary of the genre that I absolutely cannot believe is not more well-known. however, I did also just read Paul Murray's third novel, the Mark and the Void, and that's something I can absolutely recommend as well. I think it's weirder than Skippy Dies, at least in that it heavily revolves around the metafictional and recursive idea that the author, Paul, has created a fictionalized version of himself as a character in the story who is himself trying to write the book that eventually will become the book itself. it's incredibly funny and smart and bizarre. also you will learn a lot about investment banking.

-I also must recommend the book that I was obsessed with before Skippy Dies, and though it wasn't to the same extent, it's still a wonderful novel that more people should read: Everything Matters! by Ron Currie Jr. it's similar in theme/message to Skippy Dies but much shorter and less complex. (the cover illustration was my first tattoo. I still love it, I just love Skippy Dies more. this book feels like my amicably divorced spouse.)

-Daniel Handler is well-known under his pen name Lemony Snicket as the author of the Series of Unfortunate Events, but his adult novels under his real name are fantastic, especially The Basic Eight. it's a kind of a satire of 90s true-crime tell-alls: think Heathers but self-referential and about snobby teenagers who are obsessed with poetry and theater. fantastic book. one of the best plot twists of all time. I also liked his book Watch Your Mouth: super weird story about incest and Jewish mysticism kind of told through the narrative of an opera.

-Steve Erickson is one of my favorite authors overall, and surprisingly few people know about him. his novels often have an element of surreal realism/magical realism, but it doesn't play too much into the plot; weird things are mentioned offhand and then not really treated as weird. there's a fair amount of historical fiction, and it's also common for his plot threads/characters to show up in multiple novels; he even does the metafictional thing of sometimes having himself appear as a character. my favorites of his are probably These Dreams of You and the Sea Came in at Midnight. But they're all lovely and most are interconnected in some way.

-Nancy Huston is another one of my favorite authors who people don't know about, though she seems to have more traction in Canada. I love her writing style and her stories are very character-focused, often about darkly intimate relationships and tensions between parents and children. these might be harder to find, but my favories are Instruments of Darkness and Slow Emergencies.

-Tom Robbins is fairly well-known, but if you haven't read him I highly recommend it. there's no one in the world writing like Tom Robbins; he's an excellent satirist without leaning into the cynical, and his novels are bizarre and hilarious while also seemingly to impart some kind of deep truths about humanity. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues is a classic, but they're all wonderful. I particularly liked Still Life With Woodpecker.

-George Saunders is also fairly well-known these days, but he's an excellent excellent writer. Weird funny true sometimes-satire. I recommend his short story collection Tenth of December.

-very well known but Geek Love (Katherine Dunn) is a masterpiece of the weird and disturbing. everything that AHS:Freakshow could have been.

-I really enjoyed Ben Lerner's recent book the Topeka School; like many things on this list, it's metafiction/autofiction, very strongly based on his life but through a fictionalized lens. it's a beautifully structured book, and you'll learn a lot about debate club and poetry.

-Jenny Offill's books Department of Speculation and Weather are both delicious little nuggets of insightful and concise observations. super short and super beautiful. they'll make you want to write more.

-Jamie Iredell wrote a small press book in the past couple years called The Fat Kid. I adored it. disturbing and surreal look into the ways that men destroy each other; an exploration of toxic masculinity without misogyny. highly reccomend.

-another gorgeous small press book: memoir called What About the Rest of Your Life by Sung Yim

-Amelia Gray writes wonderfully strange short stories. I love her collections Gutshot and AM/PM.

-Nell Zink is another recent author who I always jump at the chance to read. similar to Steve Erickson, her books always feel like a strange mix of surreal and realistic. I really liked Mislaid and Doxology.

-Maggie Nelson wrote a book called Bluets that I love, a meditation on being in love with the color blue. she also wrote the somewhat-more-well-known book the Argonauts, which is part memoir part queer theory. very good.

-Leni Zumas is one of the best weird authors around. her stories are always very visceral and surreal. all her stuff is good: her short story collection is Farewell Navigator, and her novels are The Listeners and Red Clocks

-Carmen Maria Machado has also gained some traction in the last couple years, and deserves it. she's an excellent horror writer; an expert at making normal things feel unsettling and threatening. she has a short story collection, Her Body and Other Parties, as well as a memoir, In the Dream House, which is about her experience being trapped in an abusive queer relationship. it's so fucking good.

(pro tip: get an epub reader on your phone. libgen.is your friend.)

music:

-They Might Be Giants have been good and weird since the 80s, and continue to be just as good and just as weird. they have a massive discography, so if you're unfamiliar with them, start with the album Flood. or just start from the beginning. it's literally all good.

-most of these fall into post-punk/indie rock; some of my favorite lesser known bands in this category include Mighty, Weatherbox, Krill, Hop Along, and Shoe

https://youtu.be/S1ZBkmA-kS4

https://youtu.be/iH7WqUBVRDs

https://youtu.be/iX3dItyNnyA

-Pile is a post-punk/post-hardcore band that never gets enough love. genius writing, beautiful riffs, some of the best screaming around. another one of my tattoos.

https://youtu.be/XSJ6xdhClVU

-Fat History Month is delightful and lo-fi, if that's your thing: https://youtu.be/RtsAP0fdOXE

-not particularly weird per se, but not enough people know about Sir Chloe. their new album is flawless. it's just good music.

https://youtu.be/3x554vRA9Ic

-Man Man is delightfully catchy and weird:

-the co-creator of one of my favorite shows (Venture Bros) is now the guitarist in a band called Pageant Girls, and their first album is great. minor-key 80s synth ballad rock.

https://youtu.be/Zd9H_9BXsYA

-WHY? is hard to describe--experimental indie alternative hip hop?--but it's definitely weird. start with the album Alopecia.

https://youtu.be/acJ3hiRxWUk

-mewithoutYou is another of my favorites; strange tempos and spoken-word vocals and excellent screaming. probably the best band ever to see live. every album is good, but probably start with Ten Stories

movies and tv:

-most of my favorite movies are indie slice-of-life dramas about someone slowly having a mental breakdown. Magnolia is the epitome of this. also: most surprising twist in a movie you will ever see.

-all of Charlie Kaufman's movies are fucking weird. Synecdoche New York, Being John Malkovich, and Adaptation are among the weirdest.

-well-known, but stil weird and good: Donnie Darko

-my favorite lesser-known filmmaker is Mike Mills. his movies are Thumbsucker, Beginners, and 20th Century Women (i think he has a newer one as well) and all are excellent if you like slow, poignant indie dramas as much as I do

-a pair of Amazon shows that I don't think get enough attention: I Love Dick and Patriot.

-Venture Bros is the best animated television show of all time, and not enough people know about it. you gotta stick through the first couple seasons but I promise it's worth it.

-Fargo (the show, not the movie) isn't really obscure but it is really good. every season is a different set of characters and set in a different time period, but they're all interconnected. mostly centered on organized crime and the interpersonal shenanigans that come with that. it really seems like tumblr would be more into this show. season 2 and season 4 are the best ones, but you can watch any of them in any order.

podcasts:

I could recommend podcasts literally all day but here are some of the weirdest ones:

-Love + Radio: interviews with some of the most interesting, strange and controversial subjects. the editing is also wonderfully bizarre. I recommend the episode

-Appearances is another one of those things which is a semi-fictionalized retelling. it's about a woman trying to find the right partner to have a baby with while also dredging through the family drama of her past. beautiful and emotional.

-the Memory Palace: short vignettes about history. will make you feel serene and deeply connected to your fellow humans

-the Ballad of Billy Balls: part memoir, part mystery(that actually has a satisfying conclusion!) iO Tillet Wright tries to find the body of his mom's first love who was murdered by the police. incredibly touching and wonderfully produced.

-all of Jamie Loftus' podcasts: My Year in Mensa, Aack Cast, Lolita Podcast, Ghost Church. (she also had a book come out recently, Raw Dog, which I haven't read yet but looks amazing)

video essay(ists):

-along with the more well-known video essayists like Contrapoints and Defunctland, I also gotta shout out CJ the X, who makes excellently researched and chaotic videos about a variety of topics. one of my favorites: https://youtu.be/JuKbDpPAooE

unfortunately I'm not a huge video gamer--I mostly just play pokemon ROM hacks on my phone, which I guess is weird--so I don't have many recommendations on that front. (but also everyone should play Wingspan.)

however, Twine is a wonderful (free!) program you can use to make html games and I know that itch.io hosts a lot of them. so if you're interesting in making games, definitely play around with that.

well. this is way long and maybe I should have made it into a few separate posts. let me know if you have trouble accessing any of this stuff. and tell me if you check any of it out! I want to talk about all of it! and thanks for sending this ask, I love to write about all the weird brilliant things that I like :)

#🌹 #recommendations #book recs #music recs #movie recs

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: The Sonic-cave

PREVIOUS POST

After OMT!Tails, CR!Sonic and OMT!Mina escaped the crash site with Mini Sonic in One More Hero, leading into its fifth chapter, Eggman Nega looked down in frustration. His look was hard and intense, but unfocused. As Zeena came into his office, Eggman Nega threw his pen aside, glaring at Zeena.

Eggman Nega: This dimension's Sonic met his end at that creature's hands. Why did I just see another one after Ghost escaped?

Zeena: There's them AND a girl and Prower. No, this is good! This is very, very good. It means you're gonna get what you want. It means the interdimensional energiser works!

She leaned by her chair.

Zeena: All we have to do is kill a few rodents... and the energiser will bring your grandfather back... as many grandfathers as you wish. And SIGU won't be able to stop us.

He nodded to Johnny and Surge, who readied their abilities.

Eggman Nega: Tomorrow evening at my interdimensional energiser! All of you, be there or be square!

Zeena: Er, our interdimensional energiser.

Eggman Nega: Shut up and get back to work!

Zeena: Urgh... Okay, boss.

In a bus departing from Emerald Coast, OMT!Tails and OMT!Mina sat together whilst CR!Sonic was asleep in the back and Mini Sonic jotted his signature on the petition. They looked at the damaged device between them.

Mini Sonic: Did he break it?

OMT!Mina: Yeah. He's actually pretty embarrassed about it. So, let's just keep it between us, alright?

OMT!Tails: I know where we can get a new one. And we won't let him break it this time!

The three smiled to each other.

OMT!Tails: Hey, Mina? I'm... sorry about what happened to your friends back home.

OMT!Mina: Thanks, Tails. I know how hard this is, to have to figure out this stuff out all alone. It's kinda nice not being the only hero around the multiverse.

OMT!Tails: Yeah. If you ever find yourself open to friends again, Mina, a slot's always open for me!

OMT!Mina: Hmm. I'll let you know.

OMT!Tails: Cool!

In the back seat, CR!Sonic was awake and listening, smiling to the two growing closer.

In a small village at the west of the island, the four looked upon a house, with cards, bouquets and toys around the porch.

CR!Sonic: We should probably go.

OMT!Mina: Sonic, we're already on the doorstep.

CR!Sonic (panicking): Bad idea, bad idea, this is a bad idea-!

OMT!Tails: Just stay calm, alright?

The front door opens ajar, with Uncle Chuck's eyes peeping out.

OMT!Chuck: Heh, you kids are all so sweet, but no more fans today, please-.

His eyes widened seeing CR!Sonic as he opened the door to let Rosie Woodchuck see too.

CR!Sonic: I'm not ready for this...

OMT!Rosie Woodchuck: Sonic?

CR!Sonic: Hey, Unc... Rosie... So, this is gonna sound crazy, but... I'm pretty sure that I'm from-.

OMT!Rosie Woodchuck: -an alternate dimension?

CR!Sonic: Y-Yeah.

Chuck looked at the alternate version of his nephew with concern.

OMT!Chuck: You look tired, Sonny.

CR!Sonic: (trying to stay cheery) Well, I... (downbeat) am tired...

OMT!Rosie Woodchuck: And older. And... thicker?

CR!Sonic: Yeah, I heard that already.

OMT!Mina: I was there when things ran amuck. I'm sorry, Charles and Rosie.

OMT!Chuck: And what dimension are you from, young one?

OMT!Mina: PDH-2011. Did Sonic have a place where he could make another one of these?

She held up the damaged device to show them.

OMT!Chuck: One of them goobers, right?

OMT!Tails: Yeah, we know the location!

OMT!Rosie Woodchuck: Right this way.

The three natives led the three AU characters to the back yard, where there was a tiny garden shed.

CR!Sonic: Ah, yeah. I got one of these too. A little shed where I keep my gear-.

The door opened to reveal a rather colourful elevator.

CR!Sonic (in surprise): -I-I mean, this place is pretentious!

And down the elevator the six went, leading into a rather spacious underground base taking an aesthetic from Wacky Workbench's Good Future AND Present counterparts. Crammed with day-saving and speed gear, gloves and shoes of all shapes and sizes, photos, hangout furniture (like a SEGA Genesis), not to mention every Sonic-branded product in existence.

OMT!Tails: Been a while since I've come down here!

OMT!Rosie Woodchuck: Welcome back to the secret base, Tails!

Mini Sonic: Wow, this place rocks! Was yours anything like this, CR?

CR!Sonic: Mine was like this, but take away the Sea Fox, the Tornado Mk. 2... imagine it way smaller. Imagine a little hangout shed or treehouse. I feel sad for the guy.

OMT!Mina noticed one of the capes and looked back to CR!Sonic, who shrugged seeing it and being proven wrong about his prior point about no Sonic wearing a cape. He also noticed a photo of OMT!Sonic and OMT!Sally together. Happy. It hit him hard as Tails noticed.

OMT!Tails: Hey, I think this is a cape!

CR!Sonic couldn't help but smile at that remark as OMT!Tails looked at the different gear Sonic had.

OMT!Chuck: Sonic knew how dangerous the job was, but he figured the only way he could stop these creeps was just by being himself.

OMT!Tails looked down.

OMT!Tails: Nega knows the four of us will be coming, and there's five on his side, plus all his Badniks! We're gonna end up outnumbered!

OMT!Rosie Woodchuck: Don't be so sure, kids.

She passed the four of them "My name is..." stickers to wear on their gloves or clothing.

OMT!Chuck: There were two more signals me and Rosie picked up before, and judging by who they are, they could definitely turn the tide for you!

OMT!Tails: Sweet! Where do we start looking?

OMT!Chuck: Well, one of them ended up somewhere back in Central City, whilst the other was seen hovering south of the island near Aquatic Ruin.

OMT!Mina: Sounds like some good leads. Where do you guys wanna start?

CR!Sonic: I pick the city! Since I saw it before when I had to be dragged around by Tails, we shouldn't get lost there.

Mini Sonic: Sure thing! Now, let's track down some multiverse men! Or, er, women, or... whichever genders they are.

OMT!Tails: Let's go! We'll take my aircraft between locations!

The team headed off.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man

[justahopelessaromantic]

The punks are writing love songs (Oh-oh)

Fandom: South Park Ships: Style, Stendy, Tolkien/Nichole, and Bendy Disclaimer: The author of this work does not condone/endorse the messages, themes, and concepts presented by South Park. Considering how said work is melodramatic gay fanfiction written in theatrical script format of all things, I'm sure this seems reasonable to assume. However, it’s astonishing how many times I've stumbled upon people in this fandom who are wholehearted believers of almost everything the show says, and, quite frankly, I would rather evaporate from this plane of existence than potentially be presumed as a bigot or, god forbid, a centrist. Summary: "Abbreviate the longish names / You can bet that hearts will beat (Ooh-ooh) / The sort-of clever and nostalgic ones / Will sing their poems at breakneck speed" (Or:) It's a common writing practice among the pretentious and the soulful to put a little piece of themselves into their work, like a prize or easter egg of sorts for the listener to find. No one gave Nichole the memo.

SETTING:

The edge of a school cafeteria. Two wide exit doors are implied by characters walking off stage. Three standard lunch tables are scattered about the right side of the stage. Two or three teens, at least one of them eating something visually dull and unappetizing off of a lunch tray, sit at various tables, implying lunch is almost over and students have begun to leave in preparation for class. The tables look improperly washed, and there’s litter and a touch of graffiti scattered around the place. Optionally, a wilting potted plant can hang in the corner and/or posters, either inspirational or about school info., can be plastered haphazardly over some of the wall’s damages.

STAN is sitting at the table closest to down right, one chair away from the very edge. He’s clearly frustrated, yet incredibly focused, to the point where it looks like he’s at least partially unaware of his surroundings. He constantly switches from scribbling on a notepad, furiously erasing, and fiddling with the acoustic guitar hanging off his shoulder. NICHOLE emerges from stage left, briskly walking to the exit before stopping in her tracks. TOLKIEN sits at the opposite end of the table, patiently taking notes on his laptop from a textbook.

NICHOLE

(Whipping back around to take up the chair next to him, throwing her backpack on the floor.)

Oh, hey, Stan! So you’re still working on that song, right? About the guy and his girlfriend and the freaking out over,

(Taking an audibly sharp breath before taking on the stereotypical performing voice of a Shakespearean actor, gingerly placing a hand over her heart)

“The divine horror of impending familiarity found deep within the labors of a dear lover”,

(Teasingly)

As you so pretentiously named it?

TOLKIEN

(Looking up at the sound of her voice before smiling like he knows exactly what's about to happen, slowly closing his laptop, and pushing it to the side so he can rest his head on hand to watch them)

STAN

(Jerking up at the sound of her voice, decently surprised by her sudden and energetic involvement, before adjusting and gradually responding with a calm and friendly demeanor)

…I mean…as humiliating as it may be to admit, I write, like…a lot of those. You’re gonna wanna be a tad more specific.

NICHOLE

(Acting playfully exasperated before breaking out into a smile and lazily pointing a finger in Tolkien’s direction)

Oh, I know. You're more of a romantic than this dill weed.

TOLKIEN

(Fondly)

Takes one to know one.

NICHOLE

(Scoffing bashfully and waving her wrist)

Shut up.

STAN

(Clumsy jerking away as she grabs his notebook from underneath him, shooting Tolkien a comically exaggerated stupefied look)

TOLKIEN

(Casually shrugging his hands up while smirking)

NICHOLE

(Stealing the pen from Stan, startling him again, and jotting stuff down, occasionally glancing back up to check if he’s paying attention and emphasizing with her hands)

Ah, here we go! Okay-

(Getting distracted)

It’s turning out lovely, by the way. I mean it’s probably gonna be up there with “Dropping Like Fireflies” and “My Favorite Boy, My Dearest Wildfire”. I guess it's fitting, though, since the first one’s about the death of your dreams, and the second one’s about unjust yearning that everyone figures is getting kinda old, and they’re both really about outgrowing opportunity that sort’ve, may or may not have been real in the first place, and so is this, but…I mean…I hope you don’t take this as critique. Just, like…an idea or something.

STAN

(Speaking drastically slower than her and grinning with amusement)

Considering I only scribble this shit on McDonald’s napkins for geniuses like you to pick apart later, I would be delighted to hear it.

NICHOLE

(Sighing in slight relief)

Oh! Great. Okay, so-

(Stealing the pen from Stan, startling him again, and jotting stuff down, occasionally glancing back up to check if he’s paying attention and emphasizing with her hands)

Imagine you’re the guy, right? 

STAN

(Playfully saluting with two fingers)

Can do, teach!

NICHOLE

(Lightly giggling)

And you're at her doorstep, picking her up for your date, and you notice how she’s only wearing a super casual dress, like one you don’t have to zip up or anything, you just throw it over your head and you're good? But usually, she dresses up for this kinda thing, with, like, a buncha layers. Like, like one of the characters from a Disney sitcom from the 2000s, yaknow what I mean?

STAN

(Nodding ridiculously intently, like he completely understands what she means. He does not)

NICHOLE

(Smiling brightly before cheerily going back to it)

Right! So she’s dressing weird, and she keeps messing with her hair, even though she never does that, ‘cause it takes her forever to do, and she hates messing it up. And then she calls you babe, instead of babydoll, which she never does. And then- And she’s not looking at you when she says this! She’s looking out at the distance, like, wistfully and forlorn!

STAN

(Jumping in with overzealous intrigue after Nichole realizes how pretentious those words might sound and how into it she’s been getting and freezes up)

Yeah, okay, I’m following ya!

NICHOLE

(Seeming pleasantly surprised, yet still visibly toning herself down)

Oh! But, ah, anyway. So then she starts complaining about how she had to leave some big sleepover early for this damn date, and that she and what’s-her-name planned it for weeks. Even though you always have date night around this time of the month and she scheduled it today anyway, which sets off alarm bells in your head, but whatever, right? You're probably just being paranoid again, and that’s what she’s gonna diagnose you with, ‘cause she’s a total, sort’ve…

(Gesturing unintelligibly and then later trying to catch her breath)

…armchair therapist anyway, and you’ve done that with your best friend too, so why even bother bringing it up? But then she goes into, like…crazy detail. Suspicious, crazy detail. 

STAN

(Immediately sliding forward, leaning in closer to her in fascination while his fist holds his chin up and covering his mouth)

NICHOLE

(Getting visibly caught up in the romance by the end)

All of a sudden, she starts goin’ on and on about how she always makes banana pancakes and scrambled eggs in the morning before her dearest friend wakes up, ‘cause those are her favorite, and she always sleeps in too late, and what’s cooler than-

STAN

(Slowly growing more fidgety and visibly flustered as Nichole passionately and tenderly paints the picture)

NICHOLE

-watching your absolute bestie trail after the smell of their favorite breakfast into the kitchen, hair a mess, curls all over the place, and her eyes are all droopy n’ peaceful, and she’s giving you the cutest, tight-lipped smile you’ve ever seen as a neat little thank you? When it just makes you wanna…

(Waves hands around aimlessly until pausing, turning her head to look Stan in the eyes, and viciously squashing his now boiling red cheeks in between her hands)

Hmph…You know?

Stan desperately tries to save face. And fails. Miserably.

STAN

(Sounding squished due to the hands on his face)

May- uh…Maybe your brill- uh, lovely way with…wor-

TOLKIEN

(Cutting Stan off before nodding in Nichole’s direction, sounding absolutely enamored and brimming with wonder by the end of his slightly animated story)

Absolutely nothing. Not even that.

(Leaning over the table, arm and hands soon sliding all around, showing clear engagement with the conversation)

Me and Nicky woke Clyde up with crepes one time. He screamed “Holy shit, rich people pancakes!” so loud, the neighbors definitely heard it, shoveled them into his stupid puffy cheeks like a freakin’ chipmunk, and gave us “syrup kisses”–and yes, he did call them that–before accidentally hitting me with his backpack and making a mad dash for my car. All while never actually saying the words “Thank you”.

(Looking up to meet Stan’s eyes, trying to convince with his tone)

I…don’t think a nicer display of friendship exists, Stan. I don’t think this world is good enough to handle it.

NICHOLE

(Stopping herself before she gets caught up in reminiscing)

Oh, yeah! That was- Oh! No, no, no, wait, okay, wait. Okay, so the girlfriend tells you all that, right?

STAN

(Slowly, clearly dazed from the overload of information from both sides)

…Uh, y-yeah, right, I- I gotcha…

NICHOLE

(Gradually starting to emphasize her words more heavily)

And then she mentions how they both help with cleanup, ‘cause it's actually fun at their house. there. Plus, she wants to make a good impression on her mom, and thank her for having her over, yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the drill. And then they get started on homework, even though it's a Saturday. And, sure, your girlfriend’s a total freak who fucking loves school and stuff, but who the hell actually does homework on a Saturday, unless…

(Gestures to him, like he’s supposed to fill in the blank, and dramatically explains the rest when he stays quiet like nothing happened)

She’s with someone whose company makes Calculus and scrubbing syrup off dirty dishes worth it. And that’s how your character realizes what’s going on, ‘cause he’s totally been there and all that good stuff.

STAN

(Confused)

…He…He has?

NICHOLE

(Intensely, voice lowered)

But here’s the thing.

(Points to Stan and then herself)

You and I know that, ‘cause we know what the song’s about, ‘cause we’re co-writing it.

STAN

(Quietly confused)

We are?

TOLKIEN

(Casually typing up notes again and speaking with certainty)

Yup.

NICHOLE

(Ignoring him before gesturing to the audience watching this play)

But they know that, because I just gave them a buncha context clues to sift through. I didn’t have to turn around, break the fourth wall, and go:

(Shuffling her body over to face the audience)

“Hey, the grand twist in my friend’s song is that his girlfriend is falling for someone else, and he totally should be freaking out, ‘cause he knows exactly where this is headed:”

STAN

(Voice filling with terror)

I should?

NICHOLE

“The corner of nowhere and angstville!”

STAN

(Pauses for a beat before audibly squeaking)

NICHOLE

(Turning back to Stan and pointing her finger at the audience, speaking like she’s proud of herself)

They figured it out all on their own.

STAN

(Pitch shifting in mortification)

They did?

TOLKIEN

(Leaning in towards Stan and Nichole)

Also, follow-up question: Who is “they”? You're pointing to a brick wall, babe.

NICHOLE

(Dismissively)

Don’t worry about it.

TOLKIEN

I mean, I will anyway, but okay.

NICHOLE

(Joyfully and dramatically picks up the songbook, shuts it, and pushes it into Stan’s hands, placing her hand on the cover in triumphant confidence)

So, you don’t have to keep all those extra lines where you go,

(Recounting song lyrics in the style of dramatic poetry)

“Should I be taken’ notes? Will this be on her heart’s homeroom quiz?” and “Have I been down this sorry road before? Is it my time to send her on her way, without me?”. The crowd’ll get the point just fine!

STAN

(Awkwardly laughing to cover up his latent fear)

…I mean…bold of you to assume I play in front of crowds…or that I still want them to “get it” after…this…Or that anyone in this town will be “fine” about any of this…But, uh…

(Placing a hand on her shoulder while genuinely trying to sound thankful, but falling flat due to shock)

…Thanks?

NICHOLE

(Starts shying away, awkwardly swinging her backpack back over her shoulders and standing up)

I mean, I was just thinking about that, and I thought it could, um…help! Maybe. But, yeah, so I’d better head to class, so, uh, yeah good- uh, goodbye!

(Shortly waving before speeding away while staring down at the floor, mortified)

STAN

(Staring at her walk off, then slowly raising his hand to wave back, pale and dazed, before turning to look out at the audience)

Dude…Your girlfriend is insane…Or got the gift of prophecy from Apollo.

(Pauses for a beat)

Or some wisdom shit from Athena.

TOLKIEN

(Nonchalantly with a proud smile on his face, yet still showing pity/concern for Stan)

And yours is in the same boat as you, bud. So…good luck, and ah…

(Getting up, patting him on the shoulder, and walking off)

Save a writer’s credit for my girl on your big album debut, okay? I’m buying every CD!

END OF PLAY.

#fanfiction #south park #script #sp style #sp bendy #scriptwriting #sp stendy #sp stan #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #nichole daniels #sp nichole #token black #sp tolkien #sp token #sp tokole #tokole #style #bendy #fanfic #drabble #bebe stevens #kyle brovlofski #wendy testaburger #sp kyle #sp wendy #sp bebe #sp tolkein #south park tolkien #south park tokole

[allinmymincl]

andrew ' drew ' kent penned by sam for nepofm.

TRIGGERS: brief mention of bullying.

basics. full name [REDACTED] andrew kent nickname(s): has always gone by his middle name andrew. most people just call him drew. gender cis man pronouns he/him age twenty - three dob may 27th, 2000 hometown manhattan, nyc occupation artist, soon to be an up and coming graphic novelist

biography.  andrew 'drew ' kent was born and raised in new york city. he's the youngest son of famous film director anthony kent & millionaire heiress turned failed actress rebecca whitehall-kent, and the youngest of the three kent siblings ( wc & wc ). he grew up in the spotlight due to making occasional appearances in his father’s films and walking countless red carpets alongside his family. 

there was a lot of tension within the kent family while he was growing up, and with everyone else in the household was usually focused on their own stuff, drew was relatively free to do as he pleased from a very young age so long as he didn’t draw any negative attention to himself. no one cared if he was out all night long at a horror movie marathon, or if he inexplicably acquired a strange pet, or if he spent three straight days drawing alone in his room because he kept up his grades, stayed out of the way, and didn’t land the name ‘ kent ’ on the front cover of gossip rags. 

natural talent for drawing supplemented by constant practice ( and very expensive art classes ) led to drew creating comics based mostly on his favorite horror tropes & fully written and illustrated by him beginning when he was a teenager. his first few comics were … terrible, in hindsight, but still good enough to impress the rhode island school of design, also known as RISD, where he would enroll in their illustration program. he looked forward to leaving home more and more with each passing day as the tension among his family members only got worse. he was hardly ever directly involved in it, and so he was pretty blindsided when he arrived home for winter break during his freshman year and discovered that no one in his immediate family was speaking to one another. a few years later, that still hasn't changed.

the graphic novel deal has been in the works for about a year now. although he’s aware that his last name probably had something to do with how he was pretty much handed a publishing deal, it was mainly a few of his instructors sharing his work with their friends in the publishing business that sparked an interest in his creations. he’s currently at the point where he’s just adding finishing touches to the writing and illustrations and making small fixes at the advice of his editor. news of his publishing contract wasn’t supposed to be released to the public for another few months at the very least, but it recently leaked.

andrew is set to graduate from RISD this summer. he’s technically still enrolled in classes at the college right now, but he already has enough credits to be done and he was bored, so he recently decided to return to new york ( recently as in, he showed up in the city completely unannounced a few days ago ).  

personality. requires very little provocation in order to never shut the hell up. very bubbly and extroverted. however, he's not the most reliable person and he definitely shouldn't ever be the go - to for practical advice, emotional support, or anything extremely urgent. forgetful and irresponsible. king of having a million unfinished projects that will most likely never be completed because his attention span isn't equipped for it, but when he's into something he's going to be quite enthusiastic about it. quirky artsy type who likes to poke fun at pretentious artsy types, but it's all in harmless fun. stays out of even his own family's drama for the most part because it just doesn't interest him, and if he's bored he won't stick around for very long.

#nepofm.intro

[applcrumbl]

Ralphie Eddie

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Reader, Eddie Munson X Reader Warnings: Alcohol, Strong Language, Drug Use (Marijuana), Potential DUI Author’s Note: Based on the song ‘Ralphie’ by Post Animal. Be sure to vote for the next part! Summary: Cause Steve went to the party and he left his pretty baby with Eddie

It's not the way that you walk that gets me off It's the way that you think It's the way that you talk

The bell rings, signalling the departure of the final customer of the night. Steve rewinds returned movies absentmindedly. Robin straddles the counter, writing down that day's takings from the Cash Register. She writes with a Family Video pen that is running out of ink. She shakes it infuriated. “Hey, Dingus do you have another pen,” She asks. “You hear me? Hello?”

She throws the pen at her co-worker, hitting him square in the side of the face. Steve’s head whips towards her in confusion. Eyes leaving the group of teens that stood outside the window of their small video store. “Pen?” she asks once more.

“Oh uh yeah,” Steve replies, eyes unashamedly wandering back outside, focused on one girl in particular. His hands pat himself down weakly, in a pathetic attempt to hand over his own pen, before giving up and forgetting about the pen entirely.

Robin sighs exasperatedly, rolling her eyes before jumping off the counter and towards the boy. She crouches to his level, following his gaze.

“Will you stop staring at her?” She says, “ I want this shift to be finished so we can go home”

“Yeah, yeah I’m done,” Steve replies, Putting the wound tape back in its case. “And I wasn’t staring”

“yeah, and I didn’t pause Sixteen Candles at that one shower scene” Robin deadpans, returning to her writing with the newly acquired pen she took from Steve’s pocket. “She’s hot, I get it”

The brunet boy strides to the glass door, turning the once open sign to read ‘sorry we’re closed’ with a large cartoon sad face. “It’s not just that, she’s…”

The thought was interrupted as he watched her, laughing with friends. Y/N catches his eye through the window and gives him a quick wave. Steve smiles back. “Different” He finishes

Robin doesn’t reply, Instead shrugging off her green ‘Family Video’ vest, and pulling on her oversized blazer.

“She’s like the smartest person I’ve ever met, but not like just in an academic way. She cares about shit, man. Politics and stuff.”

A strong chuckle from Robin, “God you’re so pussywhipped.”

“Quit it, Robin, we’re just friends”

“Friends don’t picture friends naked.” Throwing his bomber Jacket at him, she swiped the keys from the counter, preparing to leave the store. “Steve is in luuurve” she jests, ruffling his hair as he protests.

“Yeah, yeah.” He says, fixing his hair in the reflection of the sunglasses from his jacket pocket, “I barely even know her”

At that statement Robin turns slowly, A look that screamed ‘ are you dumb’ widely apparent on her face. “Then get to know her. Take her to that party” She states, “She’s right outside!”

“I can't”

“Why not”

“‘Cause then you’ll be by yourself?”

“Oh, my God!” she exasperates “Eddie is gonna be there, Wheeler is gonna be there. Vickie is gonna be there! Now stop making excuses! If you don't, I’ll do it for you.”

And she did.

And when I see something I like you know that I gotta pounce All the things that you say, say, say I can trust every ounce

It wasn’t a shock to Y/N that Steve wanted to take her out. She’d noticed his lingering stares, and heard from her friends the questions he’d asked about her. And yeah, he was cute, but unfortunately for Steve, Y/N thought he would just be a pretentious prick.

What was a shock, however, was how genuine the proposition of going to the party with him was.

He’d gotten Robin to ask her. Which was strange considering she’d never spoken to the girl before, so a mutual friend introduction was off of the cards. And her previous opinion of the cocky, overconfident, self-proclaimed ‘King of Hawkins High’ had her assuming he would have the balls to ask her himself. Nonetheless, she found his nervousness, and reluctance to ask himself, endearing. And she told Robin that he could pick her up at 8 on Friday.

Robin herself was surprised it would work, it felt all too juvenile for her. It was like she was back in grade school and breaking up with her friend’s boyfriends because they couldn’t do it themselves. Or that time in freshman year when she helped ask someone out by passing a note. But alas, Steve was her friend, and she cared about him.

Steve was over the moon when he was told. He’d prepared himself for the worst: who needs their best friend to ask a girl to a party for him? She probably thinks I’m so dumb. So dumb and awkward that I can’t even ask a girl out by myself.

And it's true, Y/N did find it dumb and awkward, but obviously, she didn't mind. He ran out of the store as she waved goodbye to her friends. 

“You’re sure” He panted, out of breath from his very short sprint, “You- you wanna go out with- me?”

“Yeah, Totally” Y/N smiles, ripping a spare leaf of paper from a small notebook in her bag. She scrawls on it quickly. “But next time, just ask me yourself.”

She walks off and into the backseat of her friends car. Steve lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. Turning on his heel and speeding home to choose his outfit as if he were a teenage girl.

I can't tell this girl what's on my mind And it seems it's getting closer all the time (ooh girl) I said I can't tell this girl what's on my mind (oh no baby) And it seems it's getting closer all the time

Steve counted the minutes until he would pick her up on Friday: 4,212 if you account for the time he needed to psych himself up before ringing her doorbell. 4226 if you accounted for Robin being late. 4208, if not. He laid out 3 possible outfits on his unmade bed. None of which felt good enough. He knew that she was just going to look so effortlessly beautiful (even if she also took hours getting ready) and he knew that he would never compare. He could never compare.

I should make my bed in case she comes back here afterwards. He thought, But he swatted it away. She was too important to take home for a one-and-done. No matter how much he wanted to see her in his bed.

Eventually settling on a navy striped polo shirt (the original choice), he checked himself once over in the mirror. Hands running through brown strands, trying to tame the locks that grew greasier with every pass of his fingers. Just stop touching it, Steve.

He picked Robin up before heading to Monroe, she elected to sit in the back seat, leaving the pride of place -girlfriend spot- in the passenger seat empty for her.

Despite Steve’s protests that she was ‘making it too obvious’, He was secretly glad to have Y/N sit next to him. Eyes on her thighs as she drew circles on the denim of her jeans.

'Cause I went to the party and I left my Pretty baby with Ralphie Eddie, baby and now I'm alone

The party was in full swing when the three got there. They weren’t even sure who’s party it was, but it seemed like nobody else did either. Robin wandered off soon after, leaving the pair alone. It wasn’t awkward, thank god, but Steve still felt glued to the spot. She bopped slightly to the music, Roxanne by the Police.

Old enough that it was her taste in music, but still new enough that it would play at a party like this. Steve caught himself staring. “So,” he trailed off, trying to find a conversation starter “want a drink?”

“Aren’t you driving?” She questioned, eyeing Steve as he swung the keyring of his keys around a finger. A nervous habit.

He hesitates, “Yeah, I don’t drink anymore. But I’ll find you one” 

Eyes scanned the room for someone he knew. Robin talks with Nancy on a nearby sofa. They both have cups of something in their hands, Smiling and giggling, he wonders how they’ve both gotten so drunk so quickly. Jonathan stands near, a gentle hand on his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Are you sure? I can stay sober with you? Don’t feel like drinking anyways.” Y/N offers, taking Steve by the hand and leading him away from the door. He doesn’t focus on what she said, and instead on the static that succumbs his palm in hers. Steve just stutters in response. “It’s no worry” She adds.

He smiles, wordlessly thanking her for her offer, and hand still in hers the pair of them walk through the house, and out a pair of sliding doors into the backyard. People are jumping from the roof and into the pool below. Others swing unrhythmically, trying to dance. She knows nobody, but some seem to know Steve.

“Harrington, What you doing here?” A voice shouts, approaching the pair and enveloping the boy in a strangely effeminate hug. It was refreshing to see. Someone so unbothered by conformity. “And who’s this?” He asks, turning face to look at her. Untamed hair swaying in the wind. An unlit spliff hanging between his lips. Her eyes lingered on them slightly too long.

“Eddie, This is Y/N. She’s my uh-” Steve thinks for a second, looking into eyes which were not looking back at him “-friend.”

It hit like a pang in his chest to say, but he pushed the feeling down. His grip subconsciously tightened around her fingers. Steve took a deep, but quiet, breath. His hand was still in hers after all. He had nothing to worry about.

Until it wasn’t.

“M’lady,” Eddie Munson bent down on one knee, offering a palm for her to place in. She broke the contact with Steve, allowing Eddie to kiss her knuckles, “Look into my eyes, you will see who I am-” He starts as if reciting Shakespeare on the Globe Stage.

“-My name is Lucifer, please take my hand” Y/N finishes, mimicking his tone. 

Steve stands unsure of what is going on. The static feeling in his left hand was long gone as he watched her giggle a way around her sentence with Eddie. He felt lost.

The messy-haired brunet stands from one knee. “You know Black Sabbath?” He asks, stunned. Taking the joint from his lips and placing it gently behind his ear. 

“Yeah, a little” She smiles, “Who doesn’t”

“I don't” Steve pipes in, trying to worm his way back into the conversation. “I never knew you were into that crap,” He asks, unable to help the slight glance at Eddie when he says so.

The older boy scoffs, offended. “You wound me, sir” 

“It's maybe not my usual scene, but I can admit when music is good, Harrington”

She’d called him that before. But why did it only hurt now once Eddie had said it? He followed Y/N sulkily as Eddie led her to where he was originally sitting. Some loungers someone had dragged into the corner of the lawn. Clearly trying to avoid the hoards of drunken teens.

“You were in our year, weren’t you?” She asked, ‘Class of ‘85”

Eddie smiles cheekily, sitting on the lounger opposite. Steve took it as his opportunity to sit next to her. He held his knee close enough he could feel the warmth of her thighs. “Uh yeah I was, technically should’ve been ‘84”

“Shit, you had to resit?” She almost felt bad for bringing it up, but Eddie never seemed to mind. “I don’t think I could have done 2 years, Think I would have dropped out.”

“3 years actually” he corrects, “I’m still there now”

Steve felt bad for the laugh that came from his throat. He tried to cover it with a cough. He might not know Metal music or play the guitar. But, at least he finished his final year of high school in a one-er. At least he still had that one up on Eddie. 

Steve leaned back slightly, Slinging an arm behind her back. He didn’t touch her, but he did move closer. Almost a sign of dominance over the metal head in front of him. A sort of ‘fuck you, I had her first’ move.

Eddie noticed it, Y/N did not. “Unlucky.” she grimaced at his answer.

“Yeah, it’s shit but I’d rather take my time than end up with some deadbeat job for the rest of my life.” He continues, watching Steve as he spoke. “What about you Harrington? What have you done since you left?”

A harsh jab. Steve didn’t think Eddie would have it in him. They were friends, and Steve never would have said anything against Eddie. Thought it? Definitely. But said it? No.

Luckily, Y/N jumped to his defence, “He works at that Family Video near the highway. You're up for the supervisor promotion, right?” she states, blissfully unaware of the ongoing feud between the eyes of her two suitors. “Big fancy boss man, Steve Harrington”

“Is that right,” Eddie’s voice is deep, testing.

It’s not that she was naive. Y/N knew Steve liked her, and she could tell from the twinkle in Eddie’s eyes that maybe he did also. But, she never realised quite how much. And she definitely didn’t realise the tension between them. And so Y/N struck up a conversation with Eddie again, eager to get to know the boy she seemed to share so much common with.

A small sense of defeat flooded Steve as she chattered away. He wasn’t going to sit there uninvolved in the conversation and let Eddie feel like he’d won. So he took his own initiative and excused himself. Claiming that he was going to check on Robin, for her sake. Absolutely not because he needed advice from his best friend.

Was doing much better when you weren't here And now I'm feeling something And I know she's doing better without me

He’d find the girl standing with a short redhead. She cracks terrible jokes and snorts through her nose. It is possibly one of the least endearing things he could think of, but for some reason, it is completely working for her. And the redhead, who he now recognises as Vickie, is laughing away, smile plastered to her face.

How is it so easy for some people? he thinks, Interrupting their conversation.

“Rob, I need your help” he whispers into the girl’s ear.

“Not now, Steve” She stays through a smile.

He runs his fingers through his hair, “She’s with Eddie, I need to get her alone”

“Oh my god,” she exasperates, breaking from her conversation with Vickie, “I asked her here for you, I think you need to do some of the work yourself. I’m not a fucking lamp you can rub and expect to do your bidding”

Under normal circumstances, he would have maybe laughed. Laughed like Vickie was laughing. But right now his mind was preoccupied. He stole the cup of beer from Robin’s hands.

“Hey, you’re my ride home?” She protests but is met by a widespread hand.

“I’m just having one, for confidence”

It was a lie, of course. But Steve knew he wasn’t going to be able to talk to her sober. And so he drank. And then drank some more.

He drank until 11 pm, when he was in - by far- the worst state of the party. He wandered aimlessly through the halls, before finally plotting himself on the carpet of a quiet hallway on the second floor. Unbeknownst to him, Y/N dragged Eddie through those same halls trying to find him. Flirty banter rife through the air

“He’s probably just gone home” Eddie exhausts, dragging his feet as he walked, “We can smoke just the two of us”

“He wouldn’t just do that,” she counters, “plus, he took me here. It’s only fair”

“If it's a ride you’re worried about, I’ll just take you home.”

She jokes back, “what kind of ride?” and Eddie’s face flushes red. “He’s still here, I know he is.”

Eddie rolls his eyes once more, catching Y/N gently by the arm. He takes the spliff from behind his ear and offers it up to her mouth. “You’re too nice, for your own good” he almost whispered, a frisky tone peeking through his clichéd words, “Harrington can wait”

Y/N could only blush in response, taking the blunt with her fingers. Eddie flips the lid of his colibri. Arguably much too nice of a lighter for him to just have handy. Though the engraved ‘Wayne Munson’ gave away it’s true owner. He holds the flame high as she takes her first drag. “Why have we never spoken before?” She asks, genuine.

“We’re just different kinds of people i guess”

“What makes you think that?”

He just shrugs, “You’re here with Steve Harrington, for starters”

“What’s that mean?” her brows furrow, handing the joint over to Eddie.

He takes a toke, speaking on his exhale “You’re full of questions, Lady Y/N”

“You’re not so full of answers, Master Munson”

“Master,” A sharp inhale, “I like that one”

A sharp -yet soft- tap to the stomach for Eddie as the two giggled at his inappropriate joke. Y/N slides down the wall she was leaning on, knees together and perched tp the side as she sat. A sort of mature class in her mannerisms, yet entirely juvenile at the same time. He couldn't help but watch her as she descended. He couldn’t help but watch her as she did anything.

“Whats your shirt mean?” She asks, patting the floor next to her, urging him to sit. He wore his famed Hellfire-Club Tee.

“Just some club i’m in. It's pretty fun. Dungeons and Dragons. You know, the game?”

“That Satanic worship thing?”

“It's not actually” Eddie defends, “It's just like fantasy, adventure stuff.”

Y/N just nods, taking her penultimate draw of the joint. “I think i’d like it, you should teach me to play”

Eddie finds himself at a loss for words. For the first time in his life, he chokes. “Uh- yeah. Maybe”. His eyes follow the roach on its travels between Y/N’s lips. Never jealous of a piece of card before he doesn’t register that the girl is even still speaking.

“Right, enough chit chat. I need to go find Steve before this kicks in fully” She grunts, pushing herself off the floor. “You can finish this,”

She offers up the end of the joint in one hand, and the other helps pull the boy from the floor. Her hand stays in his as they wander. Eddie finishes his toke.

Baby guess I'll go home Whether that's with or without you.

The final corner in a strangely long line of right angles reveals Steve, drinking from the bottle and murmuring to himself. Y/N call his name as she approaches. He hiccups, looking up at her with big brown eyes.

“I thought you didn't drink?”

“I don’t”

“Then why are you drunk?”

“I'm not”

Eddie rolled his eyes as she tried to pull the boy to his feet. He should have helped her, he wasn’t sure why he didn’t. It wasn’t going to make her like him more if he was being a dick.

“C’mon Stevie” she entreated, walking him down the hall. “Let me take you home. Where are your keys?”

He mumbled a small ‘pocket’ before keeling over, and into Eddie. The long-haired boy caught him, holding him upright as Y/N slid her hands into the front pocket of Steve’s jeans. If Whiskey Dick were not a thing, Steve would have popped at semi right there. 

“You’re gonna drive him?” Eddie asks, to which she only hummed. “Y/N, you’re stoned”

Steve allowed Eddie to take him down the stairs, but as soon as he reached the bottom, Eddie pushed him onto a nearby chair. Not in the most kindly way either. She thanked him regardlessly, mind foggy with the aftermath of the bud.

“Yeah, I’ll probably let him crash on my couch”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow, she wouldn’t even take him to his own house? “Can’t Robin or someone take him?”

“She doesn't drive” Y/N excuses, picking Steve’s head up as he lulls to the side, “Hey, Harrington, you gotta stay awake for me.” He just groans, “C’mon party animal, you’re missing out”

“Yeah Y/N, I can’t let you do that” Eddie tries, big brown puppy eyes boring into hers. He almost convinces her with the beautiful twinkle in his eye. “C’mon, it’s not safe”

“I am peachy”

“Oh yeah? Bend over and touch your toes”

Confused, but compliant. Y/N folds, fingertips getting as far as her knees before she stumbles forward. “I’m just clumsy,” she tries to excuse.

“Yeah sure. Hey Wheeler!” He calls, catching a couple as they go leave the party together. “Can you do the lovely Y/N here a solid, and take Steve home”

“Not Nancy,” Steve murmurs suddenly, reaching for her Y/N’s hand. He takes her fingers gently, toying with them as Eddie watches. Jealous.

“Yeah, he probably wouldn't appreciate that, I’ll take him” She states, “Look me up in the phonebook, or get my number from someone.” Steve swings an arm around her, ready to leave.

“No, Y/N, stay!” Nancy insists, “He’s on our way anyways. You enjoy your night!”

She takes a second, thinking through her options in their entirety. One side is screaming to stay with Eddie, Have a good night, avoid a DUI. She could get Steve to forgive her in the morning - if he even remembered. Plus, Nancy and Jonathan are leaving anyway, so nobody would be missing out. But the other took one look at Steve and filled her with worry. What's going on with him? If he found out Nancy and Jonathan took him home, that would break him. He’s a sensitive soul. But she was fried out of her mind.

“I’d uh-” Eddie interrupts her thought. “I’d really like it if you’d stay. Y/N”

And so she chooses…

STAY WITH EDDIE or LEAVE WITH STEVE

#writing #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

[residentdormouse]

Zeal for Zapping out ‘Z’ Words

Zoned out like a zombie from sleep deprivation, I find a haze oozing into my thoughts. Amazing dreams of dozing off, nuzzling into a cozy blanket. A fuzzy daze taking hold and a fire safely blazing while I snooze, waltzing off into a state of zen. The day whizzing by with my glazed over eyes gazing into a dazzling prize far off beyond the ozone. Seizing sights of the zodiac in the stars….

(I write as I sit in my cubicle at work, cold and desperately wanting a nap.)

So, the only way I get all ‘Z’ starting words is if I include proper names. Cheating seeing as you were able to do it all without (especially with the main damn character in all of your stuff having one), but it's what I got.

As for a new Challenge @mrsmungus : I’m just delaying the inevitable at best, so take your time - but if you would like to stick to themes, I propose finding the rainbow. (I have a toddler, colors are right there next to the alphabet.)

🌈 Your Words: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple (or if you want to get all fancy with vermilion or whatnot, substitute as you see fit 😂) 🌈

As always - Open Tag - if you feel so inclined to join in.

All excerpts came from 'Diving'. I guess I wasn't as ambitious with my 'z's when I was starting out

Zombies:

“I don’t know if you’ve played any of these or not. Just cut me off if you did! Like a wave, or something, and I'll shut up. Here. So this one has a great story. It’s like a 'choose your own adventure', almost, kind of. Less action, more split second decisions. And this one is great for working out frustration. I always enjoy a good button mash massacre on a bad day. Pixelated vengeance solves all, am I right? Now this one isn’t as exciting up front but…” Her voice trailed off as she caught a second glance at his face. “You’re not a gamer, are you?”

He tilted his head slightly, and he tried to hold back the amusement he felt.

“I could bring over some books if that's more your speed? Or shows or something. World of possibilities opened up with electricity now!”

He hadn't expected the turn of events, and felt himself enjoying the levity she exuded. Sure, she got flustered easily at times, but even when the babbling was raging strongly against her, she had an aura that made the world seem lighter and more carefree. The game was set back down on the bed, his pen clicked again, and Nick began writing under the previous message.

‘Button mash massacre?’

The second of a few cartridges was singled out and snatched up. In a quick movement, she swapped out the games and placed the device back on the bed. With a bashful smile, she moved to sit next to him, and he found himself scooting over gently to allow her more room.

“It does a world of good. Believe me. When my last external fried, and I couldn’t pull anything back… Aww man, those zombies, they didn’t stand a chance in hell. Slaughter, I tell you.”

Zero:

He was thoroughly unprepared for this fight. He wasn’t prepared for a fight at all. One minute he was hanging onto a high of unfamiliar emotions, grasping at the edge of an unknown euphoria that he didn’t think would ever be in his future anymore. And now… Now he was in another argument. Another relationship falling to complete shit right in front of his eyes.

“You’re above the grit and grime of those like him. Like me. Is that it?”

“You’re nothing like—”

All his words cut off in an instant. The lit fuse finally hit the bomb, and he was at ground zero of her explosion.

“You don’t know me! And you don’t know him! You know nothing but how to be a pretentious ass!”

With a forceful kick, a few of the fallen items scattered out of her path, and she practically ripped the door handle from its place.

“Fuck all the way off, Harold. And that’s not affectionate this time.”

Zach:

"When I was walking back, there were two men outside our rooms. I think they were looking for Lloyd, but he switched with Nick and Steph. They didn’t want to risk it and said they'd ask you for clarification later. Wasn’t an immediate concern, so I guess I just, went to sleep and forgot."

"You forgot?"

"There has been a lot going on here, you know!"

As soon as he said it, he felt it. Too harsh, too defensive. It was an old Harold reaction to a new Harold situation.

But he couldn't take it back.

"Fuck! Zach and Alex. Any fucking money…"

She stood up quickly, and started to gather up her things.

"I'm sorry… I—"

"You fucked up, Harold. Lloyd's a human. We deal in supernatural. If they're coming for him, shit is going south now. Not soon, not shortly. Now Harold. Fuck…"

Zone:

(Resisting the urge to use ‘Boulder Free Zone’. Much like Ziva for you, it feels too easy. Wrote that too many times to count. Hell, it's the name of my home wifi for fucks sake 😂)

“Can you please at least pretend you understand the urgency in this?!”

The smartass smirk graced his features again, and she turned back around with a huff. As she opened her mouth to further express her agitation, a loud buzzing cut off her train of thought while drowning out everything else around them.

"Oh fuck…. See! Urgency! Come-on, we gotta go before—"

And she didn't need to finish her statement as a metal barrier formed around the door in front of them.

Lockdown protocol went through stages by zones. Cells obviously had a top priority, with a descending order based on potential threat. Max security down to holding cells. This would make getting down to the other end of the containment area almost impossible. But they may still be able to get out on the ground floor.

"...shit… Okay, new plan. This way!"

Zeke:

“Shit! Did you say Zeke?” Perimeter sweep complete, Gwen came up to join them with concern on her face. “Motherfucker…”

Gwen wasn’t the only one to recognize the name. It didn’t surprise Hayden that this was the lowlife POS vampire that was next to sign up after Gwen destroyed their original plan. He was always a problem case they could never pin down. One she wouldn’t have had a problem watching the Institute come down hard on. He served as a prime example of why the organization began in the first place.

Nick however had no prior knowledge available, and his signed confusion was understandable.

‘Who’s that?’

“A goddamn thorn in my side that refuses to leave well enough alone. One that is not going to play nice with your friends. I… I should have taken care of the problem decades ago, but… I’m sorry. I should be dealing with him, not you.”

Bonus - Zen

(I’m a damn liar!! I did have one instance of zen. In the last section, of the last chapter. Super short because well, yeah.)

The trickle of water from the nearby fountain worked as white noise against the sounds of the Academy. Warmth from the fireplace lulled her into a state of relaxation. And extra fluffy pillows on the floor were the final touch for a true state of zen.

#zipping through z's #now if only i could catch some 'zzzz's #mouse's tag games & reblogs #riding the train to alliteration station #and we have reached our destination #hopefully the new challenge will suffice

[kittybennett]

Unusual Muse Associations

Elijah Rush ( larkin if / 1x1 stuff )

tagged by @ardendevereux ages ago and only just getting to this now but !!! this was v fun ty for tagging me 💕💕

Seasoning: cinnamon

Weather: rain w thunderstorms in the distance

Color: brown, green, black

Sky: dusk

Magical Power: dream-walking

House Plant: mint and basil

Weapon: pocket knife

Subject: literature / french

Social media: lmao none he’s a v pretentious and grumpy old man

Makeup product: smudged eyeliner

Candy: licorice or reese’s pieces

Fear: disappointing others / being alone

Ice cube shape: crescent or nugget

Method of long distance travel: train

Art style: realism (andrew wyeth vibes)

Mythological creature: fae

Piece of stationery: leatherbound traveler’s journal and an engraved montblanc pen gifted by his pseudo mother

Three emojis: XD // :) // <3 (what can I say??? he’s a 2000s emo babeyyyy)

Celestial body: mars

I tag: @themarcspector @gothamrains @gerrykecy @sangre @sailormoonweaver

#tag games #elijah rush*

[foxsnails]

Not to sound like?? Pretentious I guess?? (Although I don’t like that word) but something happened to me and my art this year

Like for years I had been reluctant to do traditional art bc I thought I’d suck at it, it’d been so long and my digital was fine, so what was the point? Then I realised just how burnt out I was, had been for a while, and just crashed.

During that crash I picked up an old sketchbook that I had only doodled on like 2 pages in and tore them out. I was just trying to get myself to draw ANYTHING. I got coloured pencils instead of graphite bc I always found just grey drawings boring, and it works so well and getting me engaged in traditional art.

It’s at the point now where traditional art is my favourite medium and I feel genuine joy doing it again. I’ve become excited about new mediums and tried a bunch of new materials, my drive to draw hasn’t been this strong since I was a kid

I’ve also stopped trying to box my art into one specific style, no longer trying to be a furry artist, or a kids book artist or any ___ artist, just an artist. I can draw in so many different ways, I need to stop feeling like I need to choose one to roll with forever. Letting this happen has helped improve my art and my relationship with my art so much and I hope it’s noticeable, it is to me at least. It’s given me more space to experiment and kinda merge these styles in some areas and I’m really enjoying it

The possibly pretentious part, but I feel this stuff is important, is that I’m actually buying books for the art AND READING THEM, AND ENJOYING THEM. Bc of my adhd I kinda stopped reading all together when I was 12, I had no interest in books anymore or cared to absorb physical art or even learn art history and stuff like that. But now it’s like I’m suddenly refreshed, seeking new things and engaging with art around me and I love all that stuff. I even have an interest in like fine art and wanna go to galleries?? Something I never thought I’d wanna do

The question “what do you wanna do with your life?” Has always confused me and I’ve never had a solid answer other than “survive”, but I was thinking about it the other night and it just so easily popped into my head “I just want to create and consume art for the rest of my life”, and now I’m trying to get into the local art scene

I’m just rambling bc this is the best I’ve felt, creatively, in a painfully long time. But if you’re feeling burnt out, just put the pen down for a lil bit and try something else

#fox speaks #I’m just rambling man I just love art #again #finally #I felt stuck for such a long time #also I can’t sleep bc I need to be up in 3 hours to take ritz to the vet and I’m nervous about that

[ghostzvne]

my friend @erdosnumber and i are starting a play-by-post ttrpg over letter this week! we’re playing epistolary by en sattaur set in an original fantasy universe. i’m gonna be a pretentious people-pleasing wizard named kobuthador the inquisitive and i am VERY excited. sheltered nerd who constantly makes social faux pas AND who can do Ancient Magics is gonna be soooo fun to play

the game is about investigators solving little mysteries that all contribute to a larger Big Mystery (to be determined by play) which means we also get to make fake pieces of evidence and stuff to send each other which is very neat!

we’ve been semi regular pen pals for the past few months so this is just a step up from normal letter sending because now there’s roleplay and dice involved! it’s gonna rule

#i’m goin post! #leo if you see this please know that i cannot wait to formally meet cj #and i can’t wait to introduce you to kobu

[aromantic-enjolras]

3, 4 and 7 for the writer asks?

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I'd argue that it's not cursed, thank you. But people seem to think writing on paper is cursed, so there you go. My writing ritual is taking out my (extremely battered) notebook and a pen, put on an album of the extremely random musician I've decided will be The Background Music for that fic (for an example, my background music for my current Pirate AU is 60s folk singer Cat Stevens) and write.

And once I have everything down on paper, full of stuff crossed over and arrows in all directions, I open a document on my computer and I type it into a coherent thing that can be read as a first editing round.

I find it very logical! Why do people think it's cursed?? :'(

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

This is very random, but "almanaque", in Spanish. It's an old word for "star calendar", and it just... sounds really good? I dunno, I just find it really pretty.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

At the risk of sounding pretentious, the ability to get stories out there that weren't there before. To shine a light on stuff in life that I think don't get enough attention.

And also comments. ;)

#Answer time #answer game #text posts #my writing process #spanish

[dorminchu]

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I feel as if I’ve pushed away a lot of people, at this point. Used to feel really, really bad about my lack of interaction online as I’ve fallen out of these “popular” fandoms and into obscurity/inactivity. I miss it sometimes. But I also remember it being stressful and constantly comparing myself to other people’s output and generally being very pretentious/envious to the point of having to cut myself out of the loop for over a year. But at the same time, as I’ve started to make peace with this quantity vs quality, I feel as if I’ve let a lot of people down, dropping projects or restarting stuff to diminishing returns. Or maybe it’s all in my head, it certainly feels that way some days! If you’re still here, I appreciate it. And truly, I’m sorry for flaking out. It’s been a pretty bad couple years. Honestly, the last several. I’m glad I am still able to put my hands to the keyboard, or a pen to paper. More stuff on the way very soon <3

[digitalguillotine]

the pantaloon, addict with a pen, friend please (for the ask game)

the pantaloon; describe your favorite shirt

my favorite shirt. i don’t think i really have one, but i have at least a couple hand me downs that used to be my sisters that i like a lot. (or maybe the nirvana shirt i have, i like wearing it to piss of pretentious fans)

addictive with a pen; write a four line poem about whatever’s on your mind

the wind blows through the leaves now,

and only your ghost resides, slowly fading.

oh recycled memories and emotions,

cycling through again and again.

friend, please; what’s the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you?

let me talk about my problems, i guess. i told them about some things i haven’t really told anyone else, especially because the things i told them, some people don’t like hearing about stuff like that. and they also said nice things and were like, good at comforting me. plus, whenever i ask them for advice, they always give it to me, and are never too pushy about it, but always met me know i can talk to them if i need to. they’re pretty cool. and we talk about writing, and that’s also nice. i use their writing and poetry as inspiration for stuff a lot, actually

#what do ya want ur tag to be