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#the role reversals LMAO

nouverx · 2 months

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I might have recorded an entire cover of @theroselens 's Ready for This parody from her Role Reverse AU just because I can lmao, enjoy??

Sorry for the bad quality btw I record on my phone + I can't harmonise for shit + I'm french so if my pronunciation is wrong sometimes I'M SORRYYYY I did my best ok

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #song cover #hazbin hotel cover #I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID THIS LMAO IT JUST SOUNDED FUN #thank god for the vinyl voice filter on capcut my alastor voice would be a disaster without it #I struggled so hard to make a good “girl's voice” to Charlie omg help me I can't reach high note as much as I would like to #hazbin hotel role reverse AU

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ghost-proofbaby · 6 months

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my little scaredy cat

request: [anon] i would love to see watching horror movies with best friend!eddie and reader instinctively grabs his arm and hides herself against him and it leads to feelings and confessions haha

warnings: none! except it's unedited, which would be scary if that wasn't 90% of my writing on here lmao

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k+

i had a lot of fun busting this one out. it's just so cute and certainly how i wish i was spending my halloween! also, rest assured, i am also eyeing the other request you submitting anon. <3 happy haunting, my friends.

This was such a stupid idea. Such a stupid, stupid idea.

You’ve always been a scaredy cat. Everyone in your friend group was well aware of it – you loved the idea of Halloween, but your poor heart just couldn’t take most of the frights that came with the eccentric holiday.

It was fine, most of the time. If anyone had the urge to plan out a day at a pumpkin patch, you were eagerly accepting the invitation. If anyone wanted to bake any sort of sweet treats laced with pumpkin spice or caramel apple flavor profiles, you were already in your car and armed with the perfect recipe to help them. Someone wanted to peruse the decoration aisles of various stores? Wait no more, the perfect shopping buddy could be found in you. You, who could handle most of the trivial and sweet aspects of the holiday. You, who divulged in the more aesthetic side of it all rather than the scary side of it.

Your distaste of being jumpscared or unnerved by gore and ghouls alike only really caused issues when it came to your best friend, Eddie Munson.

His taste in experience of the frightful time of year was entirely the opposite of yours. It’s not that he didn’t like decorating caramel apples with you or that he didn’t find your choice in decorations cute, because he did. But he liked the terrifying aspect of it all – he liked the adrenaline rush of fictional danger.

And friendship, in all its glory, is about give and take, is it not?

Compromise. That’s what he called it when he’d begged and pleaded for you to join him in a movie night. Because the moment the suggestion fell from his lips, you both knew he had no intentions of watching one of your usual festive movies that only teased about the creatures that crept through the night. PG-13 films that didn’t really do it for him. No, Eddie Munson had insisted you join him for a movie night, and you both knew exactly what kind of movie he intended to play.

You just hadn’t anticipated the scariest fucking movie you’d ever endured for the boy beside you on the couch.

“Shit!”

Your squeak is muffled over by the crescendo of creepy instrumental echoing from the small TV across the room. A cycle had quickly been found during this movie night; the movie would fall eerily silent as a tense scene arrived, you’d tense every single muscle so hard that Eddie could feel you shaking from the other side of the couch, and then once the jumpscare occurred and your small squeals were let out involuntarily, his own laughter would follow.

“Oh, come on,” he coos a little, leaning closer to the middle of the couch, still a fair distance away from your figure bundled up in blankets that were being used more as shields than anything at this point, “That one wasn’t even that bad!”

“To you!” you snap, yanking the fabric back down from your eyes only to glare at Eddie rather than look at whatever grotesque was plaguing the screen, “I’m a scaredy cat, remember?”

And oh, remember he does. In all your years of friendship, Eddie had called you that nickname more times than either of you could count. He never meant it with ill will, but it was easier to tease you than to admit just how adorable he found your small reactions.

Easier to tease than to admit just how badly he wishes you would seek protection or refuge from him during the scares he put you through.

His face falls slightly, but he doesn’t let his small grin slip up, not wanting to give himself or his twinge of guilt away, “I’m sorry, kitty cat. C’mere – I can protect you from all the big bad monsters-”

Eddie’s opened arms are only met with one of the pillows you’d stolen off his bed to make the couch more comfortable. It smacks into the center of his chest with deadly aim and ferocious power, making him let out an exaggerated oomph.

“Fuck you,” you grumble, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders now that the scare had passed. You almost tack on a comment about how he’s lucky you like him, because you would never endure this for anyone else.

Robin had tried. Steve had tried. Nancy had tried. They’d all tried to entice you in the scarier, classic Halloween experiences to no avail. Every offer of going to a haunted house, or attending the premiere of the newest horror movies at the local theater, were shot down before they even finished their sentences.

Only one person could break your staunch demeanor on your limits. And right now, you sort of hated his guts.

Eddie softens a bit, watching the way you pout and curl into yourself just a little tighter.

“Sweetheart,” he finally drops the cool guy demeanor, his voice gentle as he leans over with genuine concern, “We can turn it off, if you really want. Hell, if you want me to, I’ll put on something in your taste. Little Shop of Horrors, or maybe Beetlejuice? Those don’t usually scare you.”

The offer is enticing. But you have a point to prove.

“No,” you sit up a little straighter, square your shoulders with a little more defiance and faux bravery, “No, you wanted to watch…”

You pause, and Eddie smiles softly as he supplies the title of his film of choice, “Poltergeist.”

“Right, yes, Poltergeist. You wanted to watch it, so we’re gonna watch it.”

Your stubbornness is admirable.

Even when it falters. Even when another jumpscare has you ever so slightly scooching towards the center of the couch, no longer pressed to the opposite arm from Eddie in defiance. Even when Eddie spreads his legs casually, and you bump your knee into his thigh, the slightest touch bringing immense comfort.

Once you discover that, it all seems downhill from there.

A press of a knee against the side of his thigh turns into your side brushing his. Suddenly, the blanket you’d wielded like a weapon becomes shared. Moments where you try to hold up a barrier between your eyes and the screen cause slight disturbances in Eddie’s own vision. And then, it happens.

The thing he’d been diabolically planning for years. The one scenario he’d dreamt of every Halloween season, the one intention he’d held secretly every time he’d put your through endless scares.

The one touch that could send him into cardiac arrest.

He almost missed it, it happens so suddenly. One moment, you’re just curling up a little bit closer to him. The next, your arms fully wiggly their way around his bicep, capturing his arm in your grasp as your face buries into his shoulder. He can no longer smell the buttery popcorn or faint chocolate on his breath as you invade his space. It’s all sweet shampoo and subtle perfume that tickles his nose, skin against skin in a quick flush as he can hear the vibrations of your predictable scream against the fabric of his shirt.

You hardly seem to notice the sudden entanglement of your bodies in all your fear — your knees practically in his lap and your torso clinging onto his forearm for dear life. You’re acting on instinct, seeking out humane comfort without considering what you were doing.

When you do notice, you don’t let go, only slacken your grip.

“Oh, I-“ you stutter, pulling back slightly to look up at a stunned Eddie, “I’m sorry, that’s- I just- I was scared and-“

“It’s fine,” he cuts you off, eyes blown wide, “It’s… it’s fine.”

It’s more than fine.

His heart races in a way no horror movie or haunted house could incite. Every nerve ending tingles, everywhere his body connects to yours burning in delicious warmth. He wants to spend an eternity like this — you, curled up to him, clinging to him like your holy savior.

Years, and years, and years of wait pays off. Patience is surely virtue as those big eyes of yours look into his.

After a couple awkward beats of silence, you whisper, “I don’t think I like Poltergeist.”

Just like that, you have him laughing again. It’s slow and steady, a gentle chuckle that stirs from his chest in disbelief as he tries to thaw from his shock and yearning.

“You think?” he breathes out, tone not nearly teasing enough to cover up the shakiness.

He swears he can feel your heart pounding against his shoulder.

“Don’t be mean,” you start to scowl, slowly unfurling. But he stops you — angles his arm so you can’t slip your arms away as easily as before, tilting his head in closer.

“Mean? I could never be mean to you, my little scaredy cat.”

“You’re literally being mean as we speak-“

And so, he decides to stop speaking.

It’s impulsive and an even dumber idea than you enduring such a scary movie to be around him. But you look so fucking cute, his heart is tearing up his throat, and suddenly his lips are on yours in his largest spurt of bravery to date. Even more brave than the time he’d made himself a human shield between you and that dude with a chainsaw at the local haunted house, despite the way chainsaws actually kind of made him shit himself.

You don’t fully reciprocate at first. His lips are pressed hard against yours, tips of noses crushed and eyes fluttered shut, and he starts to believe he’s made a mistake. A terrible, terrible mistake that just washed years of friendship down the drain.

Until your hands tighten on his bicep. Until that soft squeeze comes, and it feels like he can breathe again despite sharing the air with you.

He breaks away for just a second, “I-“

“Don’t be mean,” you repeat your earlier words with entirely new meaning now. He opens his eyes and finds yours already pleading up at his face, glossy and desperate, movie forgotten.

Those hands once squeezing his bicep let go and move to the collar of his t-shirt. Normally, he’d make a comment about you stretching it out, deforming the perfect fit that took him ages to wear in, but he can’t be bothered to feel anything but delight when you’re tugging him back in for another kiss.

And the last thing he wants to be is mean. So he kisses you kindly, kisses you with all the care in the world that he had buried beneath his skin since the day he met you. Kisses you like it could scare away all the monsters that wait in the shadows. Like he’d lay down his life to protect you from the very frights he’d been subjecting you to for far too long now.

“Hey,” he mumbles, pulling back briefly, “Hey.”

This time, his forehead doesn’t leave yours as he pauses the kisses.

“God, Munson, I’ve waited for this God knows how long, sat through so many fucking scary movies, and you’re really going to-“

“Hold on, what?”

He’s grinning so hard, it aches. In his cheeks, in his chest, in the back of his head. Your words sink in and he relishes each syllable, even in your frustration.

“I- Uh,” you pull back suddenly, fingers still loosely tangled in his t-shirt, “I-“

“Enlighten me, sweetheart,” he insists, eyes finally fluttering back open to catch the embarrassment painted plainly across your face. You wear a nearly painful expression that only tightens as you know he’s watching you, “Just how many scary movies have you sat through wanting me to kiss you?”

“Fuck off,” you sigh out, shaking your head a little, “I mean it. Fuck right off-“

“Cause I could probably give a ballpark number for how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you during them,” he continues on quickly, “Actually, I bet I could count how many times I suggested watching these fuckin’ films just for this moment only to chicken out.”

Your eyes are open again in an instant. Sparkling with hope and realization of what he was getting at. “Excuse me?”

“Do you really think I’m that mean?” he scoffs, finally reaching up for your hands, surprisingly calm despite the delightful storm wreaking havoc in his chest. He takes your knuckles in his and lets his thumb trail right over them, “No offense, but if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have-“

“You like me?”

Your voice is sweet as honey, bright and drowning out the horror movie still playing.

He smiles, boyish glint and all, as he confirms, “I like you.”

You put the first real amount of distance between the two of you since you’d started to cling to him out of fear, almost as if signaling that bravery beginning to bubble over in your chest, “You actually like me?”

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“No, I- Well, maybe,” you bite your lip, and he’s suddenly dizzy with the need to capture it between his own teeth, “I just… I always thought you might like someone a little braver.”

His nose wrinkles, hands still twisting yours in his, “Excuse me? I think you’re plenty brave.”

“Eddie, you’ve said it yourself, I’m a goddamn scaredy cat.”

“So?”

“So,” you persist, shuffling so that your legs fold beneath you and you gain some leverage over him, “You’re the exact opposite. You love scary things. Not even just during Halloween, but year round. And you’re telling me you like me even though I’m a scaredy cat.”

“I like you because you’re a scaredy cat, thank you very much,” he corrects you immediately, “I love the way you always need me to protect you. I know, I know — not very feminist of me. I’m sorry. It’s just- it’s really fuckin’ cute, y’know?” now that his floodgates have opened, he’s pouring out all the words he’s held back for so long, “And besides, you’re more than just a scaredy cat. You’re also so smart, so beautiful, so funny. Yeah, you scare easily, but you’re also the same person who is the first to put me in my place when I’m being an absolute little shit. And don’t even get me started on all the cute faces you make when you’re talking about things you actually like, or when you’ve been baking with Nance and have flour all over your cheeks-“

“Okay, okay,” you stop his rambling before he can embarrass you any further. Any more affection, and your face might end up buried in his shoulder again, “I get it. You like me.”

It’s quiet for a few moments. The two of you only stare, both smiling stupid, the screams of whatever climax occurring in the movie not even reaching your ears. All you can hear is the echo of his words, of his admission. And all he can hear is the pretty way your breath catches when he gives a small squeeze to your palm.

It’s nice. It should be more anxiety inducing, it should be more dramatic. Eddie Munson should be absolutely losing his mind right now because he just kissed his best friend he’s been in love with for ages, but he isn’t. Actually, for the first time in a while, it feels as though he’s finally found it — he’s found his mind, he’s found his peace as he’s staring at your shy expression. It just feels right. Like a sigh of relief from the Universe.

“I like you, too,” you break the silence, unable to meet his gaze, “I mean, you probably already got that, but-“

“Say it again.”

“Huh?”

“I did gather that, but my God, please say it again.”

Your eyes meet him, and another piece clicks into place.

Right. It’s so fucking right.

“I like you,” you repeat yourself, a smile beginning to dance on your lips. He can’t help himself — he leans forward and pecks the corner of your upturned mouth, “I like you,” the repetition is music to his ears as he plants a second kiss on your cheek, “I like you, Munson.”

His peppered kisses mark every inch of skin available to him, making giggles begin to escape you. You even try to hide from his onslaught, but it’s no use. He’s quick to drop your hands and wrap his arms around you, tugging you in close and trapping you against him as each kiss grows more obnoxious. Loud smacking sounds, deliberately leaving spit behind that has you squealing. It’s nothing like the squeaks from when you were watching the movie; these small noises are filled with a little more joy, a little more happiness that only fuels Eddie.

“Eddie!” you try to scold, placing two hands on his solid chest, “Oh my God, stop it. You’re gross.”

“You love it,” he mutters with his mouth fully pressed to your temple, nose buried in your hair. That sweet, sweet shampoo intoxicating him.

You like him. He didn’t fuck it up.

You finally go slack in his touch, succumbing and letting him place you in his lap, curled up comfortably as you sigh, “Yeah. Okay, maybe I do. Whatever.”

“Oh, don’t act all tough now, kitty cat.”

Your hands are curled back in the fabric against his chest and you share the wonderful ache he had been feeling in his own cheeks and bones as you look down at him with playfully squinted eyes.

When he ducks down for another kiss, you stop him easily, “Nope. First, I have a request.”

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything. Name it, and it’s yours.”

“Please turn off that goddamn movie.”

He throws his head back in laughter that shoots straight for your heart. The kind of laughter that haunts a chilled autumn night as children prance the streets for candy, as teenagers get into mischief in distant bonfire parties, as elderly couples enjoy morning coffees over eerie fog.

It kind of feels like home. It kind of feels like everything is as it should be, finally.

“I suppose I can do that for you, my little scaredy cat,” he muses as his head tilts back forward, chest swelling with affection, “Besides, I think I know something we can do that’s a little more fun than watching the Poltergeist.”

“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?”

His arms tighten around you as he suddenly throws the two of you to lay down on the couch, his body hovering over yours and pick necklace nipping at your chin while he reaches out to click off the TV. The weight of him between your hips feels even better than either of your wildest dreams.

Years. You couldn’t believe it had taken years for this, and neither could he. But patience is virtue, and he probably would have waited another thousand years for this feeling, truth be told.

“This,” he says boldly once the TV buzzes in sudden silence, dipping down and continuing where the two of you left off. Two sets of lips fit together like the world’s easiest jigsaw puzzle.

It’s safe to say the rest of the night, any further squeaks and squeals you let out aren’t due to ghosts.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #ghost's writing #ghostly halloween #seriously not edited #i have to be up in mere hours to get dressed up for work haha #but i HAD to write this goddamn #i had another idea where the roles are reversed in a different scenario i might try to write and post tomorrow #most unrealistic thing is that reader didn't immediately cling to him for comfort like i would lmao #i love scary movies even when they terrify me #i bid you all a very spooky night as i go pass out now #sorry if it's bad and sorry for the unoriginal title but my brain is just mush right now waaaaah

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piratespencil · 1 year

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I think the funniest way this bit can go is if Bell’s Hells forget to tell Ashton anything about this whole orgy/porn shoot thing, and then like ten episodes from now the two Ruby Vanguard people who got away run into BH again and are like, “It’s YOU!! The porn gardeners!!”

And the rest of BH is like yes that is us. The porn gardeners. And Ashton is like what the FUCK is happening right now.

#it would be like. a reverse syphilis bandits situation #i feel like bells hells are the syphilis bandits in this scenario lmao #critical role #cr3 #c3e44 #cr spoilers #kk talks about stuff #kk watches cr3

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debb987 · 1 year

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Rise!Dee looked at the flower with surprise.

"For us? And you picked a nice one too! " He grinned and immediately grabbed it. "A Devil's Trumpet! I'll ask Mikey to put it in a vase, we don't want him accidentally using it for a new recipe, but the kitchen counter could certainly use some purple-"

"Actually, I think that's for us," 12!Donnie snatched the flower with a pointed look. "Since the story is still currently on our side of the multiverse, this offer is obviously meant for-"

"You wish this flower would be intended to your obviously inferior world-"

"It's got nothing to do with that! It's just logical."

"Don't even try to bullshit and claim it's logic, that's MY thing-"

"ARE YOU TWO GETTING ALONG OVER THERE!"

"YES!" they both answered in unison, grinning and linking arms like the best buddies on Earth, as they both grabbed onto the stem of the flower.

Rad squinted suspiciously. "Uh-huh, I have an eye on you guys- oh, what a pretty flower! Is that for us?"

EF!Raph, who had watched the exchange while slowly stepping back simply nodded.

"Hey, thank you! It's so cute, I wonder what kind of flower is-"

"Devil's Trumpet." Both Donnie's answered in unison before exchanging sideway glares.

Rad hummed and took the flower from them-

And ate it.

"Thanks for the snack, other Raph!" Rad muttered obliviously while both Donnie's stared with growing horror. "And sorry about them, please ignore these bozos-"

"Raph that was poisonous."

"They mean no harm- what."

"Why would you eat it, oohhh why, oh no."

"Ok, so there's a 60-40 chance Draxum accounted for that scenario-"

"No wait, why would a flower be poisonous!?" Rad huffed. "They're so pretty!"

"The real question here is why would you eat it-?"

EF!Raph slowly escaped from the accidental soon-to-be-crime scene, because even if Rad resulted to be inmune, it was obvious the two purple turtles would end up fighting each other.

#extended family au #eldest brother #the eldest brother tmnt #tmnt au competition #tmnt au polls #Deb writes #if you hear carefully #you can listen to Rafa having flashbacks to that cockroach scene #STOP EATING THINGS THAT ARE NOT FOOD #but it was pretty!#STOP EATING THE POISON #Oh how the roles have reversed #Rafa really be going Pizza Puffs here lmao #tbf #If not a snack then why snack sized #nvm that everything is snack sized for Raph ksksk

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stevespookington · 1 year

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different places (different fates?)

role reversal au part 3! (part 1) (part 2) (tag) (ao3)

Eddie drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Of course he had gotten involved with a murder investigation. At least he wasn’t the suspect… for now anyways. No, he had instead been recruited to rescue someone from a murder investigation. He was always down for some interference and meddling, but shit…

All he had wanted was a normal spring break to kick off the rest of a normal year.

Just one normal year where he could graduate and get the hell out of Hawkins.

But nope! A fucking murder investigation.

He shot a glance over at Robin, she seemed pretty calm about this whole thing. Eddie squinted, at least mostly calm about it, she kept fiddling with her rings. It made sense that she would be anxious, she was pretty close to Harrington. Although Eddie still couldn’t figure out why.

Henderson was obsessed with him, there must be a reason why. That butthead took no shit. But it was a mystery to Eddie. Although, it was starting to seem like it was related to all of the weird shit that was going on in Hawkins. Though he still wasn’t sure what weird shit that was.

He glanced in the rearview mirror, Dustin and Max were muttering quietly to each other. That probably wasn’t good, but before it could spark too much concern, Eddie remembered something else. They had said that it was very likely that he would end up being a suspect too. Which made sense, once a freak, always a freak. But… that didn’t mean he had to be unprepared and just hole up with no supplies. Of fucking course this all went down while his go bag was spread across the floor of his room to be restocked.

Eyes back on the road, Eddie hummed in consideration. “So… you said that I am going to be a suspect too, right?”

Robin shrugged awkwardly in her seat. “Well, most likely. I mean, they might not go for that angle, but…” She trailed off with a wince.

“Okay, okay.” Eddie nodded to himself. This wasn’t the best, but he had worked with less. He had gotten to Hawkins with less. “So, we are going to make a quick detour so I can pick up some clothes and tell my uncle. He should be off work right now…” Eddie tapped his fingers idly, trying to remember Wayne’s work schedule.

“What!?” Dustin shouted from the backseat.

Eddie jerked the steering wheel a little in surprise and glared over his shoulder. “Geez! Don’t do that! Fucking idiot.”

Dustin sighed and started again in a quieter voice, with even more exasperation in his tone. “They are currently looking for Steve. In a murder investigation. And you want to make a stop for clothes?”

“Look you little butthead, yes. I don’t know what spooky shit you guys have dealt with in the past, but yes. We want clothes because Steve’s were messed up from crawling through who knows what.” Eddie paused to make a turn before continuing. “And if what you were saying about this Code Red is true. And I’m saying if because I am just saying fuck it because yeah, why not. Then we are going to want to get my first aid kit before the shit goes down and not after.”

“But, but-” Dustin spluttered.

Robin twisted in her seat to look at Dustin. “Dustin! It’s alright! Grabbing some supplies is a good plan. You know as well as I do that shit can get messy quick and think how much easier that stuff last summer would’ve been if we had some more things ready.”

Eddie shot another look over at Robin in confusion. What the hell had happened last summer. There was the mall fire? Was that related to this whole mess? Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie saw Dustin cross his arms with a grumble. He looked back towards the road and continued towards the trailer park.

Max chimed in, “Besides, this means I can grab my walkie, Eddie’s place is right next to mine.”

“Fine! Fine, okay. Sorry for wanting to get to Steve as fast as possible. Steve, who’s one of my closest friends and is currently the number one suspect for murder.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. And the number two suspect here would like to prepare before any shit happens, alright?”

#steddie #stranger things #steddie role reversal au #this has been a longgg time coming #but also i was writing many other things instead lmao #shorter than part 2 but i was finally happy with it #ao3 updates will be multiple parts condensed #might just switch it over to ao3 at some point but idk #ori writes #steddie fic

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layla-carstairs · 1 year

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took a picture of this passage to talk about it & haven't yet so. obviously James told Cordelia an abridged version of his academy days & left out the role Alastair had in it. which yeah fair enough. however it touches on something that I have always wanted to know; what happened after 3/4 of the Merry Thieves got expelled? because Thomas stayed & finished out the school year and we don't actually know how long that was. but Alastair also didn't get expelled so?? did Thomas just follow him around for months with no Matthew to stop him?? and this has never been brought up once?? 😭 also in the paris chapter (<3) Thomas says this:

which is kinda odd to me because again at the academy Thomas followed him around all the time 😭 also Matthew saw you smile when he was insulted by Alastair too. "he was awful" don't lie, you thought he was funny!! like did the Merry Thieves get to him or something

#this is rambly & makes no sense #but this has been something I've thought about so long idk how to articulate it anymore lmao #like what happened at the Academy??? I want to know 😭#thomas (probably): oh all my friends got expelled?? and left me behind?? that sucks. anyway how are you Alastair :)#do you think if alastair hadn't graduated thomas would've went back the next year?#yes or no #also slightly related #love how Alastair is the one that seeks out Thomas in Paris <3 the reversal of roles #also the stalking #from the followed to the follower dkkjskdiskdj #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #chain of gold #thomastair #thomastairs #wait is there an s?? i cant remember :/ rip #the last hours

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dojunie · 2 months

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jeno “i only like attention from the people i like” lee being desperate for mc’s attention/acknowledgement is SO on brand i really like the lowkey tiny role reversal comparing the high school version of the two !!!!

desperate is actually such a good way to put it... but the crazy thing is that he doesn't even realize how much he wants it.... in his mind paying attention to her so closely is just What He Does: always being aware of where mc is the second she enters the room, or committing everything she says to him into his memory without meaning to, or getting disappointed when she doesn't look in his direction, all of that is just "how life is"

like at least mc knew she was in love when she did those things. jeno has no clue why he gives so much of a shit about where she is and what she's doing and who's she's doing it with LOL

(at least not yet....... winky)

#thank you for sending me an ask!!!!! this is such a good observation lmao #i didn't even realize the role reversal thing until you mentioned it #but thats exactly what it is #mc pined in their youth #jeno is pining now #and he doesn't even know it 🫂

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crehador · 2 months

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DIVISION ASSEMBLED: CHUUOKU

although i am loving the hell out of reverse 1999 as its own thing now i haven't forgotten that the whole reason i picked up the game in the first place is to collect hpmi voice actors who are also voicing characters in the r1999 jp dub

and just four patches in! we have!! a complete division!!!

regulus & nemu: yamamoto nozomi sophia & otome: kobayashi yuu tennant & ichijiku: takahashi chiaki

IT'S A WIN FOR THE WOMEN (RIGHTEOUS AND DESERVED)

tragically otome cv is voicing an npc here so alas i cannot fulfill my dream of creating teams that are hpmi divisions, unless......

eternity & honobono: fairouz ai

THAT'S RIGHT WE HAVE HONOBONO TOO (and i am currently building her so maybe... maybe i'll see if she can work in a team with regulus and tennant somehow, since otome doesn't seem to want to be playable)

anyway we're 1 out of 7 divisions complete now... kijima and shiraimu i am looking at u, get in this game rn

#reverse 1999 #hypmic #seiyuu nonsense #niche ass intersection of interests lmao but i'm NOT sorry!!#something about this is extremely thrilling to me!!!#anyway unless i'm forgetting something (very possible)#the other divisions that are currently 2/3 are mtr and fp #jakurai doppo dice and gentaro are already in (and playable)#so hifumi and ramuda......... GET IN HERE #also. sadly. unless they are down with voice actors playing multiple roles #bat unfortunately will never be fully playable since jyushi is already in as an npc #anyway. excited to see what future patches will bring

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monboyfs-seesaw · 7 months

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Sawtober Day 4 "Gun"

to quote an iconic line from a hoffstrahm fic "I'm going to jam my gun in you big fucking mouth and pull the goddamn trigger, if you don't stop talking."

#sawtober #saw franchise #saw movies #hoffstrahm #mark hoffman #peter strahm #saw vi #saw v #coffinshipping #the roles of who said this line were reversed in the fic tho lmao

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vamprnce · 2 years

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au doodles, besides my Lin lives sr2 one I also have a sr3 Aisha one as well! :-) basically she escapes/gets saved by the Ronin in 2 instead. also instead of basing her look off of 2 I went w her being similar to sr1

I have a post abt sr2 Lin (x) explained already but w Aisha she'd probably come back out into the public (since the VK's and Ronin aren't a threat to her) and she starts her own record label, and she still does music so she's basically a celeb like the rest of the Saints lol

#text #my art #saints row #lin saints row #aisha saints row #johnny and her are still a thing #she'd be a homie and run w you in steelport #also going w canon sr3 shed be crushed w johnnys 'death' so ig its like role reversal :')#but he lives in my au too so its fine lmao #sr au shit

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 1 year

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Infected Sun: As long as he doesn’t stick his nose where it doesn’t belong, he’ll be fine! Why would he dig through a serial killers stuff anyways?

Moon in the background, poking around said serial killers stuff

#shitpost #kinda?#I mean it definitely shows where the asks are going lmao #fnaf moon #daycare attendant #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #sunrise #fnaf security breach au #role reversal au

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