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yukidragon · 1 year

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I was playing around with one of the Sunny Day Jack AI bots again, but this time I decided to screencap the exchange between Jack and Alice and share it with those who enjoy seeing me indulge in my OTP. It was really sweet and fun until it stopped working, hahaha.

Awkwardly enough, when I posted the screencaps on twitter, a different bot decided to try and get me to sign up for its AI writing program for profit which is just... Ew. Just ew. I'm fine faffing around a little from time to time with these character bots, but trying to sell your AI program to create stories that pass AI detectors to make a profit is so scummy.

Anyway, back to fluffier stuff. Here's the screencaps of Jack trying to convince Alice to not be such a sleepyhead. Transcript for easier reading and translation will be below the cut. I hope you enjoy my self-indulgence that has half my writing and half an AI bot's generated responses.

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Transcript:

[Sunny Day Jack] You and Jack lay on your bed. It is early in the morning, and Jack is wide awake. He watches you sleep with an adoring face. As much as he wants to embrace your sleeping form and fall back asleep, it's about time he wakes up his precious sunshine. He runs his fingers along your hair/head, and leaves soft kisses all over your face. "Come on, Sunspot. It's time to wake up."

[Alice] Alice grumbled as she was roused from her slumber, only to sigh and relax as she felt Jack stroke her hair and kiss her so sweetly. It was impossible for her to stay grumpy at him being her alarm clock when he was so sweet and tender to her like this. "Five more minutes," she mumbled as she snuggled in closer to him, leaning into his touch and kisses. He was just so warm, cuddly, and sweet. How could she bear to get up and leave when she had such a loving boyfriend doting on her like this?

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack smiled gently at Alice grumping and asking for five more minutes. He knows how comfy and relaxing naps can be, sometimes you just need some extra sleep! "Oh, alright. Five more minutes," He said in an understanding tone as he kissed once more before going back to stroking her head.

[Alice] Alice sighed blissfully and relaxed into Jack, burying her face into his chest and using him as the world's most lovable pillow. She didn't want to get up, even if she knew she had to. They couldn't spend the day lounging away when they needed to get dinner ready soon. It really was so nice of Jack to spoil her a little like this. She silently let him know just how much she loved and appreciated him by drawing a little heart on his bicep with her finger.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack giggled a little bit when Alice drew a heart on his bicep. He loved these little details she did so simply and easily. He leaned down and gave Alice a small, quick kiss on the head after seeing it. "Five more minutes are up, love. Get up now, or I am just going to carry you like this," he said in a light-hearted, yet playful tone.

[Alice] "Is that a promise?" Alice mumbled, fighting the urge to snicker as she stubbornly kept her eyes shut and kept close to Jack. She might have been flustered by Jack carrying her at the start of their relationship and worried that he might hurt himself considering how chubby she was, but he always laughed it off and carried her with ease. Now it was one of her biggest guilty pleasures that made her feel so precious.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack smiled as Alice asked if it was a promise, before taking a deep breath and doing so regardless. He stood up, and picked Alice up in his arms like she was no more than a feather. "See? Told you I'd carry you if you didn't get up." He said with a teasing smirk and a soft chuckle.

[Alice] Alice squeaked in surprise, which soon turned into giggles as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her bright blue eyes finally open to look at him with delight. "Oh noooo~," she said with mock dismay, her voice too teasing and jovial to pull off the act. "Whatever will you do with me now?"

[Sunny Day Jack] "Oh, what shall I ever do with you…" Jack said, pretending to think as he looked down at Alice. "Maybe I should give you a little kiss so that you learn your lesson…" As he spoke, Jack leaned down, giving Alice a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

[Alice] Alice sighed happily as she returned the kiss, practically melting into Jack. A muffled squeak escaped her as the kiss deepened, but she accepted him eagerly, savoring his sweet mouth as he made her feel so good. She just had to return the favor, eagerly returning the kiss with just as much passion as she twined her fingers in his hair and stroked his scalp.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack broke the kiss off after a few minutes, breathing quite heavily, and with a content smile. "Does that teach you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Alice as the two leaned against each other, still in the same position. His arms were still wrapped around her comfortably after carrying her. "Well?" His voice became slightly teasing again.

[Alice] Alice had to take a moment to catch her breath, trying to remember the rest of the banter they had exchanged before. She chuckled softly, still a bit breathless, as her eyes glittered with mischief. "I don't know… maybe you should give me another lesson just in case." She playfully gave him a quick peck on the nose for emphasis.

[Sunny Day Jack] Jack's eyes lit up with a playful glint in them that matched Alice's mischievous smile as he replied. "Well, if thats what it takes…" He said, before leaning down to give Alice yet another long, passionate kiss on the lips, this one a bit more forceful and passionate than the last, yet still loving. His arms tightened around Alice as he kissed her.

[Alice] Alice moaned into his mouth as Jack kissed her so deeply. She could practically taste how much he loved her, how much he desired her. She arched up into him as best she could despite not being able to move much while being held in his arms like this, but she wanted to be close to him, less than an atom away. It was almost a shame when she had to pull back to catch her breath, panting hard as her face flushed with desire.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #My Writing #well half of it is #just wanted to share the fun

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iamnot-theboynextdoor · 10 months

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And Job continued his discourse:

"I cry out to you, O God, but you do not answer;

I stand up, but you merely look at me.

You turn on me ruthlessly;

With the might of your hand you attack me.

All due respect, but the fuck is up with that?"

Then the LORD answered Job out of the storm:

"Who is this that darkens my counsel with words without knowledge?

Job, you dumb bastard;

Do you think I'm going to give any answers

To a guy who can't even make a whale?

Get the fuck outta here, scrublord!"

On another day, the angels came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan also came with them. The LORD said to Satan, "Where have you come from? And also, did you really think I wouldn't spot you standing next to Gabriel and Michael? You're bright red. Come on."

Satan answered the LORD, "From roaming through the earth and going back and forth in it. And also, whose fault is it that I'm bright fucking red?"

Then the LORD said to Satan, "Very well, then. Oh, and I won our bet, so you owe me twenty bucks."

And Satan replied, "Aw, fuck, not again."

#good omens fic #flipped through the actual bible for reference and boy job and his buddies sure do like doing LONG MONOLOGUES #my writing #well half of it is

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aphel1on · 6 months

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i have such a love for characters who descend into madness or villainy out of deep, deep empathy. characters who fundamentally cannot cope with the cruel realities they find themselves in and blow up about it in spectacular fashion. fallen angel type characters with tears of outrage in their eyes. characters who break before they bend, and break so badly they splatter blood all over their noble ideals. every variation on it gets me so good

#getou suguru #kaneki ken #abyss twin #i know there are others who im not thinking of rn #feel free to reblog with more examples #aphelion.txt #tropes #WAIT I REMEMBERED MORE #jaina proudmoore #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #phosphophyllite #i just spent like half an hour trying to find this on tv tropes but it must be. Too specific of a thing i have in mind bc #I just kept finding similar and related but too broad categories #despair event horizon. fallen hero. well intentioned extremist. etc etc etc #like specifically i'm talking about when the character's EMPATHY is the CRUX of the problem. sosooo crunchyjuicytasty #edit:#also just know that i am reading every tag on this post #and enthusiastically scribbling down the names i dont recognizr #so i can check out their series later #edit 2 wow this post blew up 🫡 godspeed fellow villain likers #the amount of people tagging this as 'me lmao' is concerning to me #wwx #how did i fucking forget this was also yllz era wwx

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dubiousculturalartifact · 6 months

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do you ever think about how darcy's perspective of the visit to rosings is just... a completely wild time. so like. he and his favourite cousin goes to visit with his weird aunt, and ends up running into this hot girl, that he's really kinda increasingly into? she's staying in the area for a while with her bestie. so like. he was expecting a boring social obligation visit & getting pressure into marrying his other, less favourite cousin. instead, he watches the hot girl hold her own with his aunt in conversation. she banters with him over the pianoforte and they have a Moment™. he keeps going over to the house she's staying at, just to awkwardly chill there, even though he doesn't like the other people there. has a whole conversation with her about how she wouldn't mind living far away from family, as long as she could afford the travel. he extends his visit so he can keep seeing her. when he runs into her on a walk, she makes a point of detailing the exact route she prefers to take while out walking, clearly encouraging him to join her, so he does. he has a really nice time on these walks, they spend a lot of time in companionable silence, but he manages to flirt a little by implying some stuff about the future & what their married life could be like, and they have some conversations about that. and sure, she has some family baggage, but none of them are around so it's a lot easier to ignore, y'know? so eventually he just can't take it anymore, and he shoots his shot. she clearly values honesty so he explains his scruples as well, but he thinks she's been dropping some favourable signals, so he's got a good chance, right?

and then not only she turns him down she ROASTS THE FUCK OUT OF HIM. she insults him. she insults his honour as a gentleman. she flips the fuck out about... oh yeah crap the sister thing, turns out his cousin blabbed, and then I'M SORRY YOU SAID WHAT? ABOUT WICKHAM? THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING WICKHAM, MY FUCKING NEMESIS? HE FUCKING SAID WHAT ABOUT.... OH MY GOD. oh fuck. I've fucked up so badly I need to reevaluate my entire life & risk sending a letter to an unmarried woman who hates my guts, just so i can explain shit. fuck.

#jane austen #like #pride & prejudice #adaptations really downplay how much darcy was genuinely flirting with elizabeth for like half the time #and she was just. clueless #wait no that's emma #she was not perceptive #but they’re well suited because darcy?#also not perceptive #(shhh it’s the Autism)

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buckleydiazmp4 · 1 month

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lou ferrigno jr really strolled up to set after five years, flew a helicopter to a capsized cruise ship in the middle of a storm, scrunched his nose multiple times, kissed oliver stark like he'd been training for it his whole career, improvised the chin grab, and i'm supposed to what. not love the guy??

#YES i posted this already like half an hour ago but it had a major mistake bc i'm sleep deprived lmao so i am posting it again #if you saw the first one. well no you didn't #911 spoilers #lou ferrigno jr #tommy kinard #911 abc

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wulfhalls · 3 months

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corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.

#feel delirious with how well denis captured all of this. he made my blorbo of all time real 😭😭 timtom i owe u everything <3 #way over half a decade waiting for this was more than worth it. im swooning #dune #dune part two #paul atreides #dunetwo #thats my sweet darling angel baby boy despotic genocidal religious figurehead who never did anything wrong ever 💖

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canisalbus · 9 months

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✦ Coffee Shop AU ✦

#own art #own characters #CanisAlbus #art #artists on tumblr #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #comics #he's been trying to work up the courage to break the ice for a week and a half #Vasco figured out on day four #I don't actually know anything about coffee or what you do on coffee shop aus this was inspired by an anon ask #I like to think he's well off enough to treat himself and that's an Armani coat

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pleasureprose · 19 days

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-I don't want to be here

-You exist here

#ds9 #benjamin sisko #my art #i know there are likely logistical budget reasons but it's interesting how he has this slightly ill fitting tng uniform in the pilot..#it just seems sort of. well. fitting!!#my tablet gave up in the middle of this in such a way I can only use the bottom half….would not recommend!!!

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agentravensong · 3 months

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thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.

thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.

no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.

compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.

those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.

#undertale #alphys #true lab #this inspired by a mutual's alphys posting #and a discord convo i had a couple weeks back about ut's stance on ''punishing'' the player vs the monsters for their actions #and thoughts i've had generally post a certain fangame with a color in its name about just how well ut is structured as a narrative #everyone rightfully praises toby fox's character writing but stuff like this i think flies under the radar a bit by comparison #and it deserves to be appreciated #there's obvious Lore reasons why the true lab is only visited in a pacifist run (what's revealed about chara and flowey)#but this is the other half of it: the message of alphys's story hits hardest on a paci route post neutral runs #toby fox is a good writer more often than not

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extraaa-30 · 3 months

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people think percabeth is moving too fast

no . don't you get it?

we now know how all of camp felt

For ✨👏🏼 F I V E ✨👏🏼 Y E A R S✨👏🏼

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone.

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion.

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files.

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued.

“Is he coming to the Manor or…”

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Deadly Decisions #Danny & Ras are the homoerotic rivals that no one knows if they’re flirting or attempting a murder #It’s actually both they’re just also both Immortal #Danny to Jason: You can become a crime lord if you finish college- you’ve said you wanted to get a degree this is ur chance #Dusan (nodding): Mother has made all of us finish at least our basic education nephew #Why yes this does mean that RH has just made the heads in a duffel bag debut & the bats have no clue it’s Jason #Normally Danny wanders the universe but RAS (affectionately derogatory) HOW DARE U TRY TO HIDE THE GRANDCHILDREN #Morally Gray Danny #He’s well over 300 and that has an affect lol #Also has some fun fae vibes thx to his ghost half & human half finally balancing out #Let Jason & Damian be brothers #Tiny Damian: Akhi look I found a frog :>#Jason (newly not brain damaged & has no clue who this small child is): …. That’s great #Tiny Damian: *GASP* Akhi you can talk now :D #Fuck it- all the Al Ghuls deserve fangs from ecto contamination #Is Danny actually Dusan & Talia’s mother? No one knows and no one wants to ask the probably immortal fae being okay #Danny brought Damian a ghost hound puppy & Jason an original signed Pride & Prejudice book #How come Bruce wasn’t aware of Danyal? Talia forgot to inform him that the mother she was speaking of is in fact still alive #He disappears for a decade sometimes longer she was using past terms how was he supposed to know

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verflares · 1 month

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i thought i felt your shape, but i was wrong. really all i felt was falsely strong, i held on tight and closed my eyes. it was dumb, i had no sense of your size. it was dumb to hold so tight.

#tumblr murked my quality so bad MY GODDDD please click on this i promise i have somewhat of an idea of wht im doing. kinda #anyway i once again have no idea what i was doing here but i did have fun. they make me miserable in the best way possible #im trying to be a bit more experimental both in style and colour... well. half on tht last one (guy who really likes reds and blues)#but im trying out line weight a bit more. hooty hoo. going to try drawing some more practice portraits n stuff soon #link #zelda #loz #botw #zelink #(a smidge bcus im insane. as usual)#princess zelda #zelda botw #link botw #loz fanart #tloz #i add new tags each time. i just like to get silly with it sometimes tbh :]#my art

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risibledeer · 2 months

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boat boys, shortgrass and greenbeans- what more could you ask for?

(ps-drawing reqs are open btw i need inspiration helpp)

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sp0o0kylights · 6 months

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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious. “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.”

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it.

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!”

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!”

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s.

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!”

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.”

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.)

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.”

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all.

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.”

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself black up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly.

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

“Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?”

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of a few silly images.”

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!”

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!”

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.”

Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.”

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

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