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#surprise surprise
can i say somthing abt steve releasing and finding surprising success with a folks-y personal album that catches the attention of much more famous rockstar!eddie's team who, when people start to realize steve the breakout indy singer and the all but ignored, previously top-of-the-world eddie went to the same high school (at the same time, no less; 'remember? he got held back a couple times in senior year' the reddit threads say), arrange for the two to collab on a re-release/extended version of one of steve's songs?
the one about all the shit he went through without his parents being any wiser, not caring to check up on him after the first time (his now father in all but paper) chief hopper picked him up following one too many drinks at another one too many house parties (and not that steve wanted them to, not after his mother's scathing comments about 'the man he was supposed to be', and 'what are we going to do with you's ran out after the first time.).
the one about how hopper asked if he was a danger to himself and 'son, why do you do this to yourself?', realizing shortly after that the harringtons really didn't care about their son (the son in the drunk tank who kept promising 'she'll call me back, promise.').
the song that to the surprise of everyone, was the one of harrington's songs eddie related to the most. he has been 'young drunk and alone' in the backseat of hopper's cruiser many a time himself, and during one of the many times King Steve was caught too; eddie trying to loosen his cuffs beside the younger man while hopper carted them both across town, falling in love with the same man when he drifted asleep on eddie's shoulder along the way.
the song that he similarly connected to via his own absent parent that could give less of a shit about him if he did get picked up by hawkins' finest, whether on his own or as a result of one of al's hare-brained schemes, a father who similarly wouldn't pick up the phone if eddie needed him thank fuck he had wayne though.
the song that from what it sounds like, he and steve both tried hard to defend their parents for a while before they gave up..
so he agreed, mixed his signature fast-paced vocals into Steve's song (which steve gave him the reigns over, saying 'surprise me munson.'), and stays away via a littany of excuses the first time they were supposed to listen to the final track together.
he can't escape for long though, as his own manager and best friend traitor chrissy gives steve eddie's address and his doorbell rings soon after.
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theduckboy · 2 months
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quick cowboy kon bc i haven't drawn in months
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agendratum · 4 months
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till the end of the moon as text posts (3/?)
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coldgoldlazarus · 2 months
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I firmly believe in a Futch Samus
But I think something that might help the discussion is that her presentation, and how she is presented, are two different questions. And this is where most of her official depictions (and to an ever greater extent, the deluge of so, so much Zero Suit fanart) fall short.
Especially when she's coming out of her powersut at the end of the games, is something that bugs me. Show her hair messy and matted as fuck from that helmet. If she is in fact wearing eyeliner like that one post suggested, it should be kinda smudged and leaky by this point. Give us defined abs, not just because she should be portrayed as way more muscular in general anyway, (though that definitely does apply too) but because she's just run five consecutive marathons and fought at least one new space horror and is dehydrated as fuck. (On that note, in more casual scenes like the ZM endcards, show her with a little healthy pudge instead, let her be properly watered!) If she's fresh out of the Zero Suit, she'd probably even have some leg hair.
And just in general? Again, muscles for sure, I think this is one thing everyone is in agreement on. (Her Zero Suit model in Dread is definitely an appreciated step in the right direction.) Scars, too, especially in depictions chronologically placed after Corruption, where we know for sure that the Phazon had some severe effects. (Though other scars in addition would be interesting and evocative.) The extent of her mutations is something I do like being more up for interpretation, and there's been some fantastic different takes out there, but I do feel like at the bare minimum there should be at least something indicating her Chozo and later Metroid influences, even if it's subtle. (I like to go for a prominent beaklike nose for the former.) Age is another debatable one given the ambiguity of the timeline, but some kind of indication there might go a long way.
Samus can be feminine, Samus can be hot, but she shouldn't be Conventionally Attractive Supermodel style hot, with an hourglass waist and unblemished features. And honestly, with her usual portrayals thus far, the choice of presentation kinda fades into the background noise of Default Sexy Woman™, whereas it could be a lot more good and characterful if they paired it with a stronger character design, if she's buff and scarred and still chooses to pretty up afterward. And they could stand to even go further on that front, too, I've seen some great redesigns where she has more ornamentation and jewelry like the Chozo.
She shouldn't be supermodel hot; she should be the kind of hot that comes from and speaks to her power and experience.
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'i mean my head on your heartbeat, your heart beating out of time, old times abandoned, when we could scale any roof in south london'
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crunchycoookies · 2 months
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sad-emo-dip-dye · 6 months
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Chuuya calls Dazai princess sarcastically and he gets flustered but he calls kunikida pretty girl and Means It and she short circuits
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meowyjean · 4 months
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"erm, actually, canonically 🤓☝️" canonically this! canonically that! how about you canonically suck my balls!
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anovertureinyellow · 3 months
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CRANE: Ah. Yes. Terribly sorry, old man, but that's just a tad awkward. You see, it's time. DOCTOR: Time for what? CRANE: Your lobotomy.
Listened to Minuet in Hell for the first time the other day- I've got to admit that stupid as it was (very poorly executed grimdark lmfao), I actually really enjoyed it. Thought I'd draw the guy from it. What was his name again?
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1xxdark-skyxx1 · 2 months
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my dam style changes with each new Wally drawing, Lmao. I tried my best to get it close to Clowns style of drawing!
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xstrawberry-sorbetx · 7 months
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yes hello I love him
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awetistic-things · 1 year
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warabidakihime · 1 year
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Love's Melancholy Farewell
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Characters: Chuuya x Reader with a little bit of Dazai
ANGST, ANGST, AND ANGST! DID I MENTION ANGST? YEAH, ANGST. ANGST? ANGST!
Synopsis: Love is like a game of Russian roulette, except the bullets are all emotions and the gun never runs out of ammo.
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Years had passed since Dazai left the Port Mafia, leaving you shattered as you tried everything to keep him from leaving. However, it was Chuuya who picked up the pieces and became your solace. He was always there, even when you couldn't stand to be with yourself.
You started off as friends, but eventually, your relationship grew into something deeper. Yet it was clear that Chuuya was just a rebound. You still loved Dazai dearly, but you refused to admit it. Despite your attempts to make things work with Chuuya, you couldn't help but want what your heart and soul wanted, and that was Dazai.
Chuuya had always been painfully aware of this fact and carried the weight of your doomed relationship on his shoulders. He never said a word because he believed that things would eventually fall into place, and you would see him for who he truly was, not just a convenient replacement.
Sadly, your relationship had been teetering on the edge of a knife for weeks. Your avoidance had been driving Chuuya insane, and the more you pushed him away, the more he clung to you. It was a vicious cycle that had to come to an end.
One night, it all came to a head. You had been distant for days, and Chuuya had finally had enough. He cornered you in your apartment, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and hurt.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He spat, his voice rough and full of emotion.
You tried to deflect, but Chuuya was having none of it. He knew the truth, and he was tired of living in a world of denial.
"You're still in love with him, aren't you?" he accused.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly regained your composure.
"That's ridiculous," you scoffed, crossing your arms defensively.
"Don't lie to me, Y/N," Chuuya growled, taking a step closer to you. "I can see it in your eyes. You still love him, and you always will."
You opened your mouth to respond, but Chuuya continued.
"Do you have any idea what it's like to love someone who will never love you back?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. "To be second best, a consolation prize? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?"
Your heart clenched in your chest, but you refused to back down.
"I tried to love you, Chuuya," you said softly. "I really did. But I can't help how I feel."
Chuuya's eyes filled with scornful sorrow, and he took another step closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then why did you even bother, Y/N?" he asked, his voice raw with emotion. "Why did you lead me on like this? Why did you make me believe that I had a chance when you knew all along that I didn't?"
Your eyes started to sting with tears, but you refused to let them fall. You had to be strong for both your sakes.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Chuuya," you said softly. "I really didn't."
Chuuya laughed bitterly, and the sound sent shivers down your spine.
"Didn't mean to hurt me?" He repeated incredulously. "Y/N, you've been hurting me since the day we met. You've been using me to fill the void that damn Dazai left behind, and you never even realized it. Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes me feel?"
"Didn't mean to hurt me?" He repeated incredulously. "Y/N, you've been hurting me since the day we met. You've been using me to fill the void that damn Dazai left behind, and you never even realized it. Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes me feel?"
The accusation hung in the air, and you felt the sting of his words like a slap across the face.
Your frustration boiled over, and you couldn't hold back any longer. "I tried to love you, Chuuya! I really did!" Your voice rose, matching the intensity of the argument. "Don't think even for a second that I didn't try! You wanted me to move on from Dazai, and I tried to give us a chance. But you can't force feelings, and I won't apologize for being honest about that!"
Chuuya's eyes narrowed, anger etched across his face. "Honest? You call this honesty? You played with my feelings, Y/N, and you're using Dazai as an excuse for your own indecision."
"I'm not using anyone as an excuse!" you shot back, your fists clenched. "I admitted my feelings for Dazai, but I also tried to make this work with you. If that's not enough for you, then maybe we shouldn't be together."
Chuuya's laughter was bitter, echoing through the room. "Maybe you're right. Maybe we shouldn't be together. Because I refuse to be a pawn in your game, caught between you and Dazai."
The tension escalated, and the argument became a battleground of harsh words. Accusations and regrets flew between you like arrows, and with each exchange, the relationship crumbled further.
"Oh, spare me your self-righteous act, Chuuya!" you retorted, the anger turning your words into a venomous hiss. "You knew what you were getting into. Don't pretend to be the victim here. If you couldn't handle the truth, you shouldn't have pushed me to open up in the first place."
Chuuya's eyes blazed with fury. "Pushed you? I pushed you because I cared! I thought we had something real, but all you did was use me as a placeholder until Dazai decides to grace you with his presence again."
Y/N's heart shattered into a million pieces at Chuuya's words. She had never intended to use him as a replacement for Dazai, but she could see now how her actions might have led him to believe that.
Chuuya's heart was racing as he stared into Y/N's eyes. He knew he was throwing his last ounce of pride and dignity away, but he had to do it. He had to try one last time to save their relationship and prove himself to her.
Without a word, he stepped closer to her and cupped her face in his hands, pressing his lips firmly against hers. It was a desperate kiss, full of longing and passion, hoping to ignite a spark inside her.
Y/N initially tensed up in surprise, but eventually she gave in, melting into the kiss. Chuuya poured all his love and emotions into the kiss, hoping to show her how much she meant to him.
Between desperate kisses, Chuuya begged, "Please, Y/N. Choose me. I'll do anything to make it work. I can love you more than he can. I know I can. Please, Y/N--I need you. Take a chance with me instead."
His voice wavered, and with each plea, he sounded more desperate and pathetic. As they pulled away, Chuuya looked into her eyes, hoping to see a glimmer of hope. But instead, he saw the sadness and resignation in her gaze.
"Chuuya, I'm sorry," she whispered, shaking her head. "I can't do this anymore. I can't keep hurting you, and I can't keep living in denial. You were right. I love Dazai, and I always will."
Chuuya's heart sank as he heard the truth, knowing deep down he had clung to false hope for too long; it was time to face reality. He took a step back, his hands falling to his sides, and looked down at the ground, trying to hold back your own tears.
"I understand," he said softly, his voice breaking. "I'll always love you, Y/N. But if loving you means holding onto something that's never going to happen, then I have to let you go."
After pouring out his heart and soul, Chuuya's last attempt to salvage your relationship failed. He stood there, looking at you with eyes full of despair, his last bit of pride and dignity shattered. He couldn't believe that it had come to this.
You gazed at him with a mix of pity and sadness, your heart aching for the man who had loved you so fiercely. You could see the pain etched on his face, and it broke your heart.
"Chuuya," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm.
Chuuya looked at your hand on his arm and then back up at you, his eyes swimming with tears.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry for everything."
You felt a lump form in your throat as you observed the broken man in front of you. You had never seen him like this before, and it was a humbling experience.
"Chuuya, please don't cry," you said softly, stepping closer to him.
But it was too late. Chuuya had already broken down, his tears flowing freely as he looked at the woman he had loved with all his heart.
"I just wanted to make you happy," he sobbed, his voice choking with emotion. "I wanted to be the one you loved, the one you needed. But I guess I was never enough."
Your heart shattered at his words, and you instinctively reached out to embrace him. Chuuya reciprocated, enfolding you in his arms, and together, you shared a cathartic moment of shared tears.
"I'm sorry, Chuuya," you murmured, your own tears tracing down your cheeks. "I never intended to hurt you."
Chuuya loosened his embrace, studying you with red, swollen eyes. "It's not your fault," he uttered gently. "I knew the risks, but I couldn't resist. My love for you was too strong."
You nodded, burdened by the sorrow of your crumbling relationship. "I understand," you whispered. "I loved you too, Chuuya. But we both knew it wasn't meant to be."
Chuuya nodded in mutual understanding. "I know," he replied softly. "I just wish things could have taken a different turn."
You managed a sad smile, leaning in to share one last bittersweet kiss—a poignant blend of love and farewell. "I'll always remember you, Chuuya," you whispered as you parted.
Chuuya acknowledged with a nod, his eyes welling up once more. "Goodbye, Y/N," he whispered before turning away, leaving you standing there, solitary, your heart burdened by the weight of unfulfilled possibilities.
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Sequel: A Love Discovered in the Darkest of Times
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didierpironi · 4 months
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— "what will survive of us is love" ib
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