#yeah i just made up some rules because i couldn't find the original

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 (𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

I wanted to do this cute little writing challenge @carolmunson created. You can find the rules here

CW: Eddie munson x reader, fluff. New relationship. Mention of weed at least once. suggestive theme toward the end, but it's nothing bad, really. A little moment of self depreciation.

WC:1.9k

prompt rules: the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer.

props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook. dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order): "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" ; "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true." ; "and you like that?" ; "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

A/n: Not proofread, so please ignore any mistakes. My first time doing a writing challenge, and this one was too adorable to pass up.

5:00 pm

Eddie was busy rushing around the trailer, making sure it was clean and perfect before you came over. You and him haven't been dating for too long now. He still wanted to make a good impression on you. His original plan was to take you out on a nice romantic date, but as his luck would have it, he just couldn't afford to right now.

So he opted to suggest for you to come by and have a nice romantic date at his place instead. Which you were all for. Eddie zoomed around the place with a tiny notebook in his hand. He had literally everything planned out for how the night is supposed to go.

He even cooked and baked for you. He doesn't even do that for himself. He was dead serious about you. No more chickening out just because he's scared of the possibility of getting hurt.

You met at the Hideout in town when you first moved to Hawkins. He helped get you a job there by sweet talking the owner. Since then, he's been following you around like a lost puppy

Eddie finished having the entire living room set up for you two. Throw pillows everywhere along with extra blankets. Little tea light candles on saucer plates are scattered about. He kicked his uncle wayne out hours ago to set everything up for your date. He wanted the mood and setting to be just how envisioned it.

He would religiously check his watch over and over again. You weren't late by any means. Eddie was just getting impatient. He wanted you here so bad. He needed you to see what all he's done.

5:30 pm rolls around.

Soft knocks on his door alerted that you were finally here.

You were standing on his porch, waiting for him to answer. You still held the little note he left you after work in your hand.

Hey, babe, I hope you're still ready for our date tonight. I know I am. You don't need to bring anything but yourself. I have everything we need. Miss you already.

- Eddie ᡣ𐭩

You reread it as you waited for him to open up for you. You didn't want to just barge in even though he's told you many times you absolutely could.

You knock again.

"Comin" His muffled voice yelled from inside. You could hear his feet pounding on the floor as he swung open the door.

"Hey!" You greeted with a big smile. "Can I come in?"

He opened the door fully ,ushering you inside with a slight bow. "Shit, yeah, come in. come in."

You walked in and stood by the front door, looking around, you noticed how he decorated and cleaned up for you. You smiled to yourself thinking about all the trouble he's gone through tonight just for you.

"You can have a seat or keep me company in the kitchen." He stood next to you but kept some distance.

"I'd love to. Ya need me to help with anything?" You walked slowly behind him to stand behind the counter.

Eddie definitely didn't want you to help. The only thing he needed you to do was simply be here. That's it. That's all he needed. Your presence and showing up were enough for him.

"Nope." He shook his head, continuing to spread vanilla frosting on the cupcakes he made.

You could tell he was nervous. He shouldn't be. While you haven't been dating for long, you figured you two were past being nervous around each other. Eddie did warn you that he wasn't always the best at relationships. He tried to be. He truly did. His fears of heartbreak and rejection are what held him back from opening up to someone. He wanted to change all of that with you. You still gave him a chance despite all of that.

There was silence for a couple of minutes as you stand next time. "Sooo, whatcha cookin? smells good."

"Spaghetti and for dessert homemade cupcakes straight from Betty crocker herself." Eddie glanced your way to see if he got a smile from you. Even better, he got a laugh out of you.

"Do you mind if I have one now?" You batted your lashes at him. You loved innocently flirting with him. He would get all flustered, and his cheeks would get red.

He looked between you and the cupcakes that he attempted at frosting. "Sure." He couldn't say no.

He was sucker for you already. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you didn't even know it.

You picked up a tiny cupcake that was covered in ninety percent icing. You took a big bite, getting the vanilla frosting all over your lips and nose. Eddie watched in amusement with a small blush on his cheeks.

"Hang on, let me do something." He leans forward, giving the tip of your nose a quick kiss. "You had some frosting from the cupcake-"

Your face got hot as you realized he was kissing away the frosting.

"I have icing on my lips, too." You teased. You wanted to poke the bear and see how far you could go. Eddie took the hint and knew you were messing with him.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine." He puckered up his lips to give you a sweet kiss. "The frosting tastes way better this way."

You can tell he's loosening up the longer you're alone with him. At first, he seemed on edge. As if he was still trying his hardest to impress you. Or to do his best and not scare you off. He didn't have to worry about a thing. You were just as serious about him as he was about you.

You noticed a small black notebook on the counter next to splatters of spaghetti sauce. You sneakily make your way over to it and have peak while he's busy. His eyes were trained on making little smiley faces on the cupcakes. Flipping through the pages, you saw how he wrote down tonight's schedule for your date. He had everything planned out down to if he'd ask you to spend the night or let you leave.

Turning the next page, you found little love notes scribbled through made out to you. You glance his way, and he's still busy huming to himself while adding sprinkled to the cupcakes. You closed it and sneakily put it back. The tiny notebook seemed very personal from the quick glimpse you got from it. Either way, your heart was melting at the thought of Eddie wanting this night to be perfect.

"I figured we could chill out in the living room while we eat. Watch some movies, too."Eddie spoke up.

"Sounds perfect to me." You stepped out of the kitchen to lounge back on his couch.

Eddie followed behind you with two big bowls of spaghetti he made. "I'll get the drinks for us. Anything special? Water? Soda?"

You grabbed your bowl from his hands. "Got any Doctor Pepper?"

"I suuuuure do." He winked.

He rushed back in with a beer in one hand and a plastic cup full of ice with your drink in the other. "I ran out of like, nice cups, Is this okay?"

"Yes, Eddie I wasn't expecting to drink, Dr. Pepper from a champagne glass." You carefully took your drink.

"Listen -" He paused, sitting next to you. "I just want you to know you mean a lot to me. And if i could provide it, all of your drinks would be poured in some fancy ass cup." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt awkward after saying that, but it was all true.

Eddie really wasn't a pro at this sort of thing. he hoped by now you knew how special already are to him. Even with his shitty analogies. He hoped you got the message.

"That was...one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me." You took a big sip, Dr Pepper smiling in your cup.

"You're such a smartass."

Now, it was his turn to laugh. He got up and went over to the tv, picking up the three movies he "rented."

"Went to family video got a couple of things to watch - and a special one for later." He wiggled his eyebrows. The "special one" was literally Star Wars. He's been dying to watch it with you ever since you told you never seen it.

You rolled your eyes. "That guy Steve give you a deal?"

"Sure did. All I had to do was give an ounce for free." Eddie held up three VHS tapes in one hand, showing his victory.

"Okay, then what movie are we watching first?" You nodded, taking the throw pillow next to you in your lap.

"What about critters?" He suggested.

You shook your head and grimaced. "Eww !no, that movie is stupid it's just a bunch of hairballs attacking people."

Eddie snorts, popping the movie into the vcr anyway." Now you know how my uncle wayne feels cleaning out our shower drain."

You fake gagged. The last thing you want to imagine is globs of Eddie's hair being pulled from a shower drain as you eat.

"So, ummm, I was thinking," it was your turn to get a nervous now. "Are you free tomorrow?"

He frowned. "No. I wish. I have my D&D club to...morrow." He started to hesitate through speaking.

"D&d club?" You repeated. "Dungeons and Dragons? That kind of D&d?"

"Yep." He spoke a little too loud and a little too fast.

The intro to the movie is already playing, but neither one of you are interested.

"And you like that sort of stuff?" You quickly realized how that probably came off wrong, and it's not how you intended. "I mean, you just never mentioned it before."

Truth is, he doesn't know why he never mentioned it. Maybe it's because he was always told it was just a fantasy game. That he was too old to be playing it. Eddie didn't care what anyone thought of him except for you. Which deep down is probably why he didn't tell you.

"Yeah, sweetheart, you're dating a bit of a loser." He sighed. Any minute now, he was expecting you to make fun of him. Or call him a loser, too.

That never came.

He shouldn't assume you would see him like that. Primarily over something harmless as playing Dungeon and Dragons.

Make no mistake Eddie didn't view himself as a loser either. He got too accustomed to hearing people calling him that based on the way he dressed and his hobbies. He didn't see himself that way, but others did.

Your face softens "aw don't be like that. That's not even true!"

You looked at him for a moment. Taking in his side profile. You could tell he was slowly slipping into a funk, and you didn't want that.

You by no means have ever thought Eddie was a loser. He was a sweet, gentle, and very caring guy. A little hyper at times. But you loved that about him too.

"I'd like to watch you play sometime. If you wouldn't mind."

Eddies eyes light up. "I could always teach you how to play instead."

"I'd love that. Why didn't you tell me any of this?" You turned your body so you're now facing him. You were still hugging that throw pillow so tight.

"Well, I was trying to play hard to get. if I told you I was a dungeon master for my club-" His tone dripped with sarcasm as he continued on.

He was trying to lighten up the mood a bit more. "You wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me. bad enough, you couldn't seem to resist my gorgeous hair."

Eddie waved a hand through his hair, letting it fly over his shoulder. He was cut short when you decided to take that throw pillow from your lap and thwap the back of his head with it.

"Ow!" He laughed, looking at you in shock.

"Your hair is hard to resist," your tone matching his sarcasm, "and miss." You mumbled under your breath.

"Oh please, I'm irresistible." He chuckled.

You went to go strike him again with the pillow, but this time, he caught it.

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem." Eddie playfully warned, snatching the throw pillow from your hands.

"Oooh, and what exactly are you gonna do about it?" You taunted.

"I dunno maybe kiss you again. Maybe I'll touch you a little bit, see if I can get you to squirm." He smirked and bit his lip, waiting for your reaction.

That shy nervous wreck of a man that greeted you at the front door was long now.

Your eyes widened as you huffed. "Shut up, Eddie."

"Thought so, now watch the movie our date isn't over yet."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #writing challenge #eddie munson fluff

[thoseboysinblue]

What Nobody Sees

Part 1

Christian Pulisic x reader

You have unexpectedly found yourself tangled up in a long-term situationship with Christian.

Word count: 4700+

Warnings: Swearing, smut (under 18 DNI)

Song Inspo: Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders

Requested: No

Author's note: The original concept for this is based on a dream I had. Once I heard the song, I knew it was an immediate fit. This will be a multi-part series. Thank you, as always to @neverinadream for helping me to flesh this out. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!

September 2023

Why does he always have to be one of the last ones to arrive? You think to yourself as you wait impatiently in your room trying to distract yourself with plans for tomorrow's training session.

Yesterday, you had busied yourself with greeting the other players as they arrived for the September training camp and upcoming international friendlies. Last night you ate dinner with a few of the guys, joining them for a few card games after dinner before trying to get some sleep.

Today seems to be dragging though as you are anticipating Christian's arrival. Even though you know the arrival schedule like the back of your hand, having studied it time and time again, you still find your self glancing between the schedule and your phone as the minutes tick by slower and slower.

A quiet knock at the door, pulls your attention away from your work. You immediately know who it is from the two quick knocks a short pause and two more knocks in succession.

You take a minute to shake yourself free of the smile that has spread on your face and collect your thoughts.

"You couldn't even greet me in the lobby like the rest of the staff," he drawls, pulling you into a hug and burying his face into your neck.

"You weren't supposed to be here for another hour, you could've told me you were getting in earlier," you say, pulling back from him to look him in the eyes.

"My flight got cancelled, so I booked a private, no one told you?" he grins, nudging your nose with his.

"No, no one told me, including you," you say with a bit of an eye roll.

"Maybe I wanted to see you for the first time since June in private, and not with everyone there watching," he smirks at you.

"Yeah, why's that?" you can't help but let the corners of your mouth draw upwards into a faint smile.

"So I could do this," he says, leaning in and closing the distance between your faces as he slides his hand around the back of your head and presses his lips to yours gently.

Butterflies immediately swarm in your stomach. This isn't like him, he's never affectionate like this with you, and he's breaking the unspoken rule the two of you seem to have regarding kissing.

Stop it. Stop it y/n. He just hasn't seen you in a while. He's just horny and this means nothing. It can't mean anything.

You break away from him naturally, both of you sharing a brief smile.

"Well I'm glad you finally made it," you say turning towards your bed as he follows behind you, "the other Italy boys got here yesterday but they said you had to go home first before coming to camp, everything ok?"

Small talk is easy between you and Christian. You were friends before you unexpectedly found yourselves falling into bed with one another every time he was at training camp with the US. Now here you were, this undefined situation you were in having carried on for just over a year. You were his training camp hook up, you assumed he had someone just like you waiting in Florida and probably in Milan by now as well.

You were a convenience, a way to fulfill his needs while he was busting his ass for the national team, and you weren't going to turn down the mind blowing sex you'd been having with him, so it worked out for you as well.

However, he never made you feel like you were just one of many, even though you figured you probably were. The thought of him sleeping with anyone else didn't bother you too much as you'd sworn you wouldn't catch feelings for him because they would definitely be unrequited. He couldn't see you like that. You were you, he was him, he was miles out of your league, except when he was on international duty. Then, for just that brief time, you could pretend a small part of him belonged to you.

"Everything's fine, my sister just wanted to have a belated 1st birthday party for Avery, and I guess an early birthday party for me," he says turning you to face him.

You reach for the hem of his shirt, assuming you know what he's here for until he grabs your wrist.

"That's not why I'm here, I just came by to say hi. I've got to go do some media stuff," he smiles softly at you.

"Already?" You question and he nods, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his hand grazing your jaw, sparking the butterflies again. Those damn butterflies. "Guess that's what happens when you're the star of the show," you chuckle at him.

"I'll text you later, you joining the team for dinner or do you want me to make an excuse to order room service?" he smiles.

"I was actually thinking I might eat in my room tonight," you shrug at him.

"Well then it's settled, we can eat together in my room," his offer catching you off guard.

"Don't you want to catch up with the guys?" you question him a little puzzled.

"I'd rather catch up with you," he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"Don't do that," you sigh, resting your forehead against his chest.

"Don't do what?" he says settling his hands over your hips.

"The sweet stuff. You and I both know that's not what this is," you mumble against him.

"Ok" he huffs grabbing a handful of your ass.

"That's more like it," you giggle against him.

"I'll see you later," he says, turning and leaving the room, but not before giving you one final glance, his eyes wandering up and down your body, a body he'd gotten to know almost as well as his own over the past year.

Dieci: Meet me in my room in ten. Everyone is downstairs so you shouldn't have to worry about bumping into anyone 😉

Y/N: 👍🏻

Outside of camp, you and Christian rarely texted. You would occasionally like each other's social media posts, maybe reply to a story, but communication was pretty limited other than that.

You hated that seeing his name flash across your screen made your heart skip a beat lately, because he wasn't yours, not really, and you knew this little game would eventually end between the two of you.

Stepping off of the elevator, you glance quickly down the hallway, making sure you don't see anyone milling about, while a large part of the team knows about your little arrangement with Christian, the staff members do not, and you'd prefer to keep it that way.

You knock quietly on his door, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when he opens the door wearing only a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips.

He notices the way you're looking at him and gives you a little smirk.

"Jesus Christ what are they feeding you in Italy," you drag your eyes shamelessly over his body reaching out to grab his bicep. "You must be hitting the gym hard over there, Christian, you're huge."

Obviously the physical attraction between the two of you is there or you wouldn't be in this situation, you know he loves it when you praise him in any way, so you never hold back on the compliments.

"Christian, you're huge," he mimics your words, "things I always love to hear," he says winking at you.

"I was referring to your arms," you chuckle.

"Mmmhmm, we will see about that in just a little bit," he says grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bed, noticing the way your thighs clamped shut at his words, a slight blush painting your cheeks in anticipation. "But first, let's order some food," he says flopping down onto the bed and pulling you with him.

You decide what you want to eat and Christian calls and places the order for room service. "No dessert?" you arch an eyebrow at him.

"Nope. I plan on having dessert before dinner. Maybe twice," he chuckles, settling himself between your legs, his face hovering over yours. He runs his nose over the bridge of your nose, desperate to kiss you, but knowing that's not an option.

You turn your face away from him, fighting your own temptation to give in and kiss him the way you want to. Kissing means feelings, and you cannot allow yourself to fall for him, a move that would surely lead to your heart getting broken.

He resigns to trailing sloppy kisses along your neck, a faint moan escaping your lips when he grazes his teeth over your pulse soothing the sting with his tongue.

"I've missed...." he stops himself when your eyes snap to burn into his, your breath hitching in your throat as you are uncertain of what he's about to confess. "Hearing you moan," he finishes, losing the nerve to tell you he has missed you.

The truth is he has missed you, having not seen you since June. He had invited you to Florida while he was home, wanting a chance to spend time with you, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the team. He knew the fact that you had to work the July camp made it impossible but it still stung a bit when you declined his offer.

Everything aside, the two of you never had a conversation about what was going on between you, never made it clear that this was just a hook up and that neither of you were allowed to catch feelings. But he has no idea what you are thinking or where the two of you actually stand.

He slides his hands under your shirt and you sit up enough to allow him to pull it over your head making quick work of taking off your bra as well.

He dips his head to swirl his tongue around your right nipple, his thumb and forefinger rolling the left between them. He licks a stripe between your breasts before pulling your left nipple between his lips.

"Fuck, Christian, I've missed that mouth of yours," you breathe out feeling him smirk against you as he leaves a purple bruise just below your left breast before he kisses his way down your body.

"You've missed this mouth?" he says in a cocky tone tugging at the waistband of your shorts with his teeth, sliding his fingertips under it and waiting for you to lift your hips.

"Yes, I've missed your mouth, but not so much all the talking," you huff as you lift your hips, encouraging him to give you what you really want.

Christian doesn't know it, but you haven't slept with anyone else since you've been sleeping with him, and while you and your vibrator can get the job done, there is no replacement for what he can do to you.

He chuckles as he drags your shorts down your legs, taking your underwear with them, and settling himself between your legs, glancing up to see your eyes burning into his, silently pleading with him.

He presses a kiss to your lower abdomen, then trails his tongue down to your pubic bone, placing another kiss there.

"No, no, no," you whimper, knowing he's planning on teasing you before giving you what you actually want.

"What's the matter, you don't want me to go down on you?" he smirks against your inner thigh, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I do, please, I don't want you to tease me, it's been nearly two months since I felt your mouth on me, Chris, please, and our food will be here soon, we don't have time," you beg him, knowing it probably won't make a difference, but he has enough power over you to reduce you into a begging mess in a matter of minutes and both of you know it.

"Darlin', you and I both know I can make you cum twice in under ten minutes, we've got plenty of time," he kisses along the inside of your other thigh.

"Your skin is so soft, baby" he nuzzles his face against you before using his tongue to tease your folds apart, carefully avoiding your clit.

"How about instead of teasing me, you see if you can make me cum twice in under 8 minutes," you breathe out, knowing he will have a hard time resisting a challenge.

"I know you say you don't like the teasing, but you actually do like it," he nips at the soft spot just to the side of your entrance pulling a quiet yelp from you, "you're already dripping for me," he barely dips his tongue into you, humming "so sweet," against you.

He glances over at the clock, "eight minutes you said?" You nod, staring him down, "bet you a coffee in the morning I can do it in seven," he winks at you as you buck your hips towards his face when he finally gives in and flicks his tongue over your clit.

"Thank fuck," you groan as your head falls back against the pillows as he chuckles against you before beginning to work you over expertly, more than a year of experience in memorizing your body and how you react to him giving him guidance.

He doesn't even bother with starting slowly, he knows it's not what you need, as he flattens his tongue against you before flicking and sucking at your clit. Glancing up your body he watches as you roll your nipples between your fingers helping yourself along.

"You're so fuckin' hot" he mumbles against you, but continues push you towards the edge. When he's certain you are close, he slides two fingers into you, enjoying the delicious way you clench around them instantly as you let out a gasp.

He curls his fingers against your g-spot pulsing them a couple of times before holding them still and pressing them against your sweet spot while he uses his tongue to bring your high crashing down over you.

He watches as you grip the sheets with one hand, the other moving to rest on top of his head as your back arches off of the bed and his name tumbles out of your mouth as part moan and part sigh.

"Baby, of all the ways I've heard my name fall from that pretty mouth of yours, that might be my favorite," he whispers against you, the softness in his voice sending the butterflies swarming.

You squirm against him when he starts moving his fingers again, not even giving you time to come down from your first orgasm before throttling you towards a second.

"Christian, I can't" you pant out, your head rolling against the pillows when you clamp your eyes shut.

"Y/N, open your eyes and look at me" he says softly, even as he continues his movements, "if you want me to stop, you need to use the safe word, but I know you've got another one for me, I can feel it. If it's too much, say the word, do you want me to stop?"

You shake your head, his voice reassuring you, as you regain your composure. "No, I don't want you to stop, I can handle it." You focus your eyes on his as he changes his position, pulling one leg over his forearm while he kneels on the bed between your legs, the new position causing your hips to tilt upward and his fingers to drive into you at the perfect angle.

"Good girl," he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, "my perfect good girl," he mumbles as you nod and clench tightly around his fingers.

He flicks his tongue over your nipple, before using his other hand to press down on your lower belly. "What the fuck," you babble somewhat incoherently, the added pressure making everything feel more intense.

When his thumb circles your clit you feel something that you've never felt before. Your body convulses and writhes beneath him you catch one more glimpse of him, an intent look of satisfaction on his face as he knows he's got you exactly where he wants you. Your vision goes dark as you try to get his attention, "Christian, Chris, Chris, baby," the franticness in your voice snapping his focus to your face.

But it's too late, your second orgasm hits you with a ferocity that neither of you were expecting, the intensity of two orgasms mere minutes apart causing you to squirt for the first time ever. It takes you a moment to come to your senses again and realize what just happened.

Christian is still kneeling between your legs as he gently lowers your leg and withdraws his fingers from you, taking in the scene in front of him as it slowly registers.

Suddenly embarrassed, your cheeks flush and you try to move to get out of the bed realizing you've soaked the sheets and him.

"Um, did you just..." Christian looks himself over, placing a hand on your leg to keep you from getting out of the bed, a little embarrassed himself to be asking that question when it's obvious what just happened.

You nod, unable to look at him or speak to him properly.

"Have you ever done that before?" he slides his hand along your jaw tilting your head up to look at him.

"No, never" you shake your head, "has that ever, um, have you ever," you close your eyes, frustrated that you can't get a fucking sentence out. "Have you ever done that to anyone else?" You sigh, opening your eyes to find him staring at you.

"No, that was a first for me, too," he grins proudly, "and don't be embarrassed, that was literally the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

You cover your face with your hands as a laugh escapes your lips, but he pulls your hands out of the way, his face now hovering a few inches from yours.

"And you called me baby, you've never called me that before," he smiles broadly at you.

"Surely, I have" you knit your eyebrows together.

"No, I'd definitely remember that, it's been Christian, Chris, an occasional Cap, Captain, or Pulisic, a slew of curse words, but never baby," he leans down, glancing between your eyes and lips, desperate to kiss you.

As you part your lips, almost allowing yourself to give in to him, a knock at the door interrupts you.

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, the look of frustration evident on his features.

"That's probably our dinner" he sighs, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek and running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip sending a shiver up your spine.

You both get out of bed, Christian throwing the duvet over the mess you'd made while you grab your clothes. He meets you in the bathroom where you are getting dressed and cleans himself up a little before pulling a shirt over his head.

"Good luck with that," you chuckle, nodding towards the visible tent in his shorts as he blushes and attempts to rearrange himself before opening the door to his room.

You stay out of sight until you hear the person delivering your food leave, emerging from the bathroom to find Christian arranging your food onto the small table in his room, random sports highlights playing on the tv in the background.

He glances up and smiles at you as you make your way over to the table. "You ok?" he asks shyly as you nod.

"This looks nice," you smile at him, pouring each of you a glass of water.

You sit down and begin chatting while you eat, catching up on various things and sharing food back and forth when a clip comes on of his interview from earlier in the day spliced in with some of his recent AC Milan highlights.

His attention turns slightly towards the tv and you notice the flicker of a smile that dances on his lips at the praise he's receiving for his recent form. You nudge him with your knee get his attention, "it's been fun watching you enjoy club football again," you smile softly at him as he nods.

"So you've been watching?" he grins.

"I try to catch as many games as I can for everybody, helps me to know what you are looking like prior to getting here," you shrug.

"No other reason?" he narrows his eyes as you shake your head.

"So if several of us are playing in the same time slot, who are you going to watch?" he arches an eyebrow at you noticing the way you drop your gaze to your plate and blush slightly.

He taps his foot against yours, patiently waiting for an answer. When you glance back up at him and smile at him playfully, "Wes of course" you chuckle.

You let out a squeal as he launches himself at you, scooping you up and tossing you on the clean side of the bed. "We both know that's not true," he smiles down at you, "is it?"

"No, it's not," you breathe out as he grazes a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

"You like watching me play, don't you?" he questions you lowly.

"Yes, I've told you that. I think the way you play is creative and beautiful and I'm really glad I get to see it more regularly now," you speak honestly, "and watching you, it makes me horny," you whisper, threading your fingers into his hair.

He smiles against your neck leaving a trail of kisses there before he once again pulls your shirt over your head.

"So sexy," he mumbles against your chest kissing over the tops of your breasts as you take your bra off and toss it to the floor.

"Tell me," he glances up at you before flicking his tongue over your nipple, "what do you do when you're horny for me and I'm thousands of miles away?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," you chuckle. He sits up between your knees, pulling his shirt over his head, a cocky smile spreading over his lips as he notices the way your eyes drag over his body.

"I would actually," he bites his lip as he pulls your shorts and underwear down your legs, "do you think about me when you fuck yourself, y/n?"

The way you blush and look away from him gives him the answer he's craving.

He sheds himself of the remainder of his clothes, his cock springing free as he wraps his hand around it.

"I'll tell you a secret," he groans as you reach for him, wrapping your hand over the top of his, "I think about you, too" he leans down and whispers into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

"I'm sure you're other girls won't appreciate that," you tilt your head back allowing him more access to your neck.

He continues trailing his tongue along your neck but his mind is going in a million different directions, the two of you have never discussed whether or not you're sleeping with anyone else, but now it's obvious to him that you think he has others, a twinge of jealousy washing over him at the thought of you having others as well.

You push against his chest and he turns to lay on his back, watching as you move to to straddle him, facing backwards. He grabs your wrist and shakes his head, "I want to see you," he says lowly, his eyes darkening, "I want to watch every inch of you while you take every inch of me."

You nod turning to face him, your hands resting on his chest as he lines himself up with your entrance. He grips onto your hip as you sink down on him.

"Baby," a strangled moan escapes his lips as he throws his head back against the pillows and closes his eyes momentarily.

You sit yourself more upright, enjoying the delightfully painful stretch you've missed since the last time you were with him.

"You good?" you ask as his hands skim along your sides coming up to brush his thumbs across your nipples.

He nods as you roll your hips and begin to slowly bounce over him, allowing both of you time to find a rhythm you enjoy.

You can't deny how much you love seeing him like this, hair disheveled, eyes wild, strings of profanities and praises tumbling from his mouth; the usual quiet and reserved side of him melted away.

"God, y/n, you're squeezing me so tight baby, you feel so fucking good," he squeezes into your hips and holds you steady while he thrusts up into you.

"Yes, Christian, just like that," you moan out, curling your fingertips into his chest. You lean forward slightly, flattening your hand against him, dangerously close to his neck as he bites his lower lip.

He makes eye contact with you, and lifts his chin encouraging you to do what he knows you are thinking about.

You've spent your fair share of nights coming undone with Christian's hands wrapped around your throat, but you've never thought about doing the same to him...until now.

You slide your hand around his throat, squeezing slightly as he smirks at you and you feel him twitch inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans and you can tell he's fighting to hold it off, not wanting to cum before you do.

His head thrashes against the pillows as you squeeze him tighter, your fingers digging into his neck when you lean down to whisper into his ear, "cum for me, baby."

"Shit, shit, shit," he moans as he shudders beneath you, gripping you as his high surges through him.

You slide your hand to his jaw as you collapse onto his chest.

"Fuck me," he sighs kissing the side of your head, "I'm a little scared by how fast that made me cum," he chuckles as you both work to regain your composure.

"Shit, you didn't finish did you?" he groans as you flop on the bed beside him and he turns to face you.

You shake your head, "but you got me off twice earlier, so going up 3-1 seems unfair," you grin at him.

You lean over and kiss him on the cheek, reassuring him that you're perfectly fine. He sighs wishing you'd properly kiss him.

You climb out of the bed and throw one more lingering glance at him before going into the bathroom to clean yourself up and get dressed.

After a few minutes, you head back into the room to find that he's dressed and cleaning up.

"I called downstairs, they are going to bring up some linens when they come to get the cart from dinner," he smiles at you.

You nod and help him place everything back onto the dinner cart before turning your attention to stripping the linens off of his bed, finding yourself getting a little lost in the domesticity of it all.

Once they've brought the clean linens, you help him remake the bed. He flops down on the bed and grabs your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours and giving them a squeeze.

"You're staying aren't you?" his eyes meet yours, pleading with you.

"What? No. I mean, I never stay. You never stay," you stammer, his request catching you a bit off guard.

"Oh, I just thought maybe after last time, you might," he drops his gaze and pulls his hand from yours. The action making your heart ache for him.

"Christian, I can't," you whisper, not quite able to get your voice to work.

He nods as you lean down and kiss him on the cheek, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize," he offers you a weak smile, "I understand," he lies. Truthfully, he doesn't understand, he doesn't understand why you won't kiss him, why you won't stay with him, why after so long of being together in the way that you have been, you won't let him in.

You leave quietly and go back to your room, wishing you had it in you to go back and crawl into bed with him.

You take a shower, trying to clear your head and prepare yourself mentally for the days ahead.

When you climb into bed you notice a notification on your phone:

Dieci: I wish you would've stayed

@chilwellspulisic @neverinadream @masonspulisic @pulisicsgirl @swimmingismywholelife @lovelynikol16 @nyctophilic0vitnir @lunamelona @tall-tanned-tattoo @lizzypotter14 @bracedes @xjval @notsoattractivearenti @bracedes

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic smut #christian pulisic fic #christian pulisic imagine

[e-munson666]

Definitely can we pretty please have a steddie x reader fic where reader was Steve's gf first and then steve introduced eddie a little after. Steve is more of a hard dom and eddie is definitely soft and always getting her out punishments. Steve sometimes gets jealous of how close eddie and reader have gotten but that's bc steve is kind of a dick. Anyway steve goes away on vacation with his family for like a month. During that time eddie takes this as an opportunity to completely dominate reader and he's just having so much fun experimenting without steve there telling him to things. Buuuuut reader has a pregnancy scare and eddie becomes super protective of her and when steve gets back they tell him. During one of their sessions steve gets too rough and eddie snaps on him and runs over to reader who's crying. Steve and eddie get into a big fight about bc he feels like reader should be pregnant with his baby and not eddies. Sorry if this is long.

Holy crap what a wonderful request. Please Enjoy!!!

Its so much longer than I was originally planning but I couldn't STOP lol

++Steddie x Girlfriend!Reader++

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, language, mature content, unprotected sex. Steve is MEAN. Eddie is very protective of reader. Everyone is 21.

Part 2

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Steve and you were together for a year before Eddie came into the picture. A decision Steve almost immediately regretted. Eddie and you were too close, and Eddie had turned Steve's sweet little submissive girlfriend into a total brat. (in Steve's opinion)

Steve was constantly catching you and Eddie curled up together or giggling at each other, and it was driving him crazy. Steve began to get harsh with you, punishing you for minor things, and Hero Eddie would always try to come to the rescue. Eddie was stealing you away from him, and Steve hated it.

"Both of you, sit" Steve demanded. He'd just gotten home from work to find you and Eddie dancing around in the kitchen while Eddie made you mac and cheese, (something Steve to him to stop doing because it always ruined your appetite for dinner later)

"Whats wrong Harrington? Your face is all scrunched again" Eddie joked, making you giggle as you sat down next to him.

"Just listen, both of you" Steve sighs, before continuing, "i have to go to Florida for a month, my grandfather is paying me to come down and help him move, so I can't get out of it."

"We need to set some ground rules of what you two can and CANT do while im gone, got it?" Steve said, folding his arms as you and Eddie exchanged confused looks.

"What, are you gonna ban me from touching our girlfriend Steve?" Eddie scoffs, knowing it wouldn't be above Steve to do so.

"No" Steve chuckles, "but I want condoms used the WHOLE time I'm gone, understand Munson?"

*

Eddie and Steve had gotten into a heated argument a few weeks back, after Eddie came inside you. Steve had made it very clear that only one person was going to breed you, and it was going to he HIM, not Eddie. You were HIS girlfriend, Eddie was just here for fun.

Of course this pissed Eddie off, reminding Steve that you were his girlfriend too, and he should get the same privileges as Steve.

*

"Yeah yeah Harrington, I remember your stupid little rule" Eddie scoffed. Steve grabbed Eddie by his shirt, forcing him to his feet.

"Listen Munson, if it wasn't for how she felt about you, I wouldn't let you stay here, don't fuckin play around with me" Steve nearly yelled, causing a loud gasp to come from your mouth.

"Steve, STOP" you pleaded, grabbing one of Steve's arms and trying to pull it away from Eddie.

Eddie shoved Steve away from him, both breathing heavily as they stared each other down. They didn't hate each other, quite the opposite, but when it came to you they were both extremely possessive, always trying to out do the other, always fighting to be your favorite.

"When do you leave Stevie?" You ask as you wrap your arms around him. "Tomorrow baby, but its ok, Eds will be here, and I'll be home before you know it" he replies, kissing your forehead repeatedly. He looked up at Eddie, mouthing an apology to him as he held you.

Eddie threw his hands up in in a silent acknowledgement and forgiveness, before joining Steve and you in a tight bear hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes, the two of you just sandwiching Steve between you, telling him how much you were going to miss him.

When it was finally bedtime, and Steve had gotten you to fall asleep, Steve turned to Eddie. "Please Eddie, take care of our girl for me" Steve whispered. "I promise I will, Stevie" Eddie whispered back, giggling softly as he mocked your nickname for the other boy.

Steve rolled his eyes, smile creeping onto his face before he shut off the bedside lamp and closed his eyes.

*

The first day that Steve was gone was a hard day for you. You hadnt been without him for very long in the year you'd been together, and knowing you wouldn't see him for an entire month made you so sad.

You were on the couch, curled up in a ball fast asleep when Eddie got home from work. "Princess, wake up, I have something for you" Eddie said softly, watching your eyes flutter open. He could tell you had been crying a lot, and that made his heart sink.

Hey Eds," you say as you become more aware. "What the fuck is that?" You giggle, noticing an obscenely large stuffed bear poorly hidden behind Eddie. "THIS, is Sir Stevenson" Eddie boasted, setting the bear next to you on the couch, "he can be Steve's cuddle stand in until he gets back, we can put that ridiculous yellow sweater that you like so much on him, and he'll smell just like your Stevie" Eddie grinned, watching the joy spread across your face.

You lept into Eddies arms, placing kiss after kiss after kiss all over his face. He was grinning so wide, happy to see you in a better mood. He quickly moved "Sir Stevenson" off of the couch saying, "he definitely does NOT need to see what im about to do to you" eyes full of lust as he layed you down.

Eddie never got the opportunity to fuck you the way he wanted, not with Steve being so controlling of him when all three of you were in bed together. He had waited for this moment for a long time, and he was beyond thrilled. He quickly undressed the both of you, trailing kisses down your body when he had finished.

He swirled his tongue around your nipples, hardening as you moaned below him. His hands grazed down your body, stopping at your core. He looked at you with blown pupils, before shoving two fingers inside you. "Fuck princess, so wet already" he growls, as he works his fingers around your walls.

Your back is arching, intense pleasure taking over your body, before you can feel an orgasm working up you feel Eddie remove his fingers, sliding them into his mouth and groaning.

Once he's licked your juices off of him, he takes his erection in his hand, teasing your entrance with his tip.

"Eddie, Steve will get mad" you squeak, realizing he was about to fuck you raw. He just chuckled before pushing his full length inside you, bottoming out with a loud moan from both of you. "Steve isn't here is he princess? Your all mine this month" he whispers in your ear as he starts thrusting at a steady pace. You wrapped your arms around Eddie as he pounded into you, knowing he was going to fill you up repeatedly, not daring to miss his chance to do what HE wants while Steve was away.

*

Its been 4 weeks since Steve left for Florida, he was coming back in seven days, needing to stay longer due to an unforseen hiccup. You and Eddie fucked like rabbits the whole time, both sore and aching, but unable to contain yourselves. The box of condoms Steve bought Eddie remained unopened, a detail Eddie knew Steve would notice, but didn't particularly care enough to do anything about it.

It was 3 days before Steve was supposed to come home, and you were not feeling good at all. You had missed your period and were throwing up almost constantly. You knew you needed to get a test, so you sat on the couch waiting for Eddie to come home so you could tell him.

Of course Eddie was petrified when you told him you needed a pregnancy test, but he happily ran down to the store and grabbed you a few boxes (just to be extra sure)

"Its positive Eddie" you say, almost unaudibly. Eddie stood next to you frozen. Steve's going to fucking KILL me, he thought to himself, before another feeling set in and replaced his fear. He was going to be a fucking dad, YOU were having his baby, and he couldn't help but feel intense pride and happiness.

He quickly wrapped himself around you, giving you reassurance that everything would be ok. "Princess its okay, I'm not going anywhere, we're gonna be okay." Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he listened to you sob, but unlike yours his tears weren't in fear of what was going on, but in joy." (And maybe a little fear)

*

As soon as Steve got home he knew something was up with you and Eddie. He didn't think much of it until he was putting his toiletries away and noticed the unopened box of condoms. Steve got furious, stomping into the bedroom, where Eddie was cuddling you.

"Get the fuck up Munson" Steve spat, tearing Eddie away from you. "Steve what the fu...." you started to ask before Steve harshly slapped you in the face. "You let him FUCK you raw, while I was gone, DIDNT YOU" Steve screamed, rage filled eyes flickering between you two. When he doesn't get a response he slaps you again, even harder. You immediately started to cry and that's where Eddie lost it.

"You don't fucking touch her like that Harrington, not when she's growing MY baby in there" he blurts out accidentally. Steve's eyes go wide, anger consuming him as he punched Eddie in the cheek.

"You fucking got her pregnant?!" He yelled, tackling Eddie to the ground, "After what I fucking told you?!"

"Steve please!" You beg. A tiny trickle of blood running down your cheek from Steve's heavy hand. He looks up at you and notices the damage he'd caused, and quickly backs away from Eddie. "Im going for a fuckin walk" he spits, chest heaving as he yanked the door open. "We need to have a talk about this...........relationship..........when I get back" he adds shooting Eddie a look before slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck" Eddie says, quickly moving over to embrace you. You sobbed into his chest, terror of what's to come eating you up. Eddie kisses the top of your head before softly whispering, "Its ok princess, I'm not gonna let anything happen to us, to our family, that's all that matters now" "I've got you"

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A/N: this was ridiculously fun to write. Now I want to do a part two. Lemme know in the comments!!! Also I just hit 400 followers!!! How amazing is that!! I adore each and every one of you!!!

#fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie the banished #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie the hero #eddie the brave #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve the hair harrington #king steve #steddie #steddie x reader #anon ask #send me asks #asks and replies

[amberlide]

Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence (not going to do that XD).

Apparently I was tagged by two people for this, so I have to do it XD Thank you so much! @animasola86 and @thefeatherwrites I loved your snippets!! :D I decided to make a separate post, because I'm gifting this to a friend @tessari-the-dreamer and I want her to find my sneak peaks instead of scrolling down... ;) So, since I stopped posting I thought it would be nice to share some lines for all my WIPs, so people know I'm not dead, but I'm just writing like crazy XD as always, Penelope x Garreth ;) I'm tagging @oceangirl24 and @mikaharuka, Tess, if you feel like it! No pressure!

Everything is SFW!! (Yeah, what a surprise, right? :O) Nothing is edited so it sucks...

Main fiction: THATP Chapter tbd - Jealous Geminids Amit chuckled, tousling Penelope’s hair. “Well, maybe I have some Korean ancestor, who knows?” Garreth blinked in surprise. “Korean?” “Yes, Penton is half Korean,” Amit promptly replied. “Actually, a quarter.” Penelope corrected. “You also have a second Korean name, right?” Amit continued, trying to remember it. Penelope nodded. “Jandi or Jan-di.” “Oh, that’s interesting! What does it mean?” Natty clapped her hands, her eyes shining with interest. “Grasses,” Penelope shrugged. “My father thought I would be easier to raise than his plants, but apparently that wasn’t the case.” A quarter Korean? A Korean name? Garreth couldn’t stop blinking in disbelief. How many things didn’t he know about his friend?

Hexed - Chapter 7 - The forbidden fruit (part II) Despite having meticulously prepared for that night, Penelope had to admit she couldn't shake the feeling that she was orchestrating more of a trap than a romantic encounter. Similar to the intricate strategy of certain orchids, mimicking the appearance of insects to draw them closer and utilize them as pollinators, she was deceiving, creating an illusion. Like those flowers, she had crafted her own mirage—a silent invitation to entice him into her desires, aiming for him to succumb to her allure and satisfy her longing for intimacy.

Out for bids - Chapter 1 - The Auction Ignoring her words, Garreth leaned forward and took the other quill from the inkwell, swiftly shifting the sack of gold from the contract he made to sign it.  Penelope grabbed his wrist, before he could do it. “Please. Sir,” her tone was low, pleading almost, as she emphasized the last word, but as she met his steady gaze, she realized the unforgivable mistake she had made. She saw his jaw clenching, a muscle twitching under his freckled, pale skin, his eyes shimmering in what she could only imagine was devilish pleasure.  There was no way he would renounce to her. 

A cabin in the woods - Chapter 3 - Healing attempts (wolf!Garreth fiction)

He tilted his head, what was she doing? He felt her hands on his back, gently caressing his fur, leaving him shivering in pleasure with each gentle stroke of her small fingers. She was moving towards his tail, when she reached it, she suddenly couched, “Let’s check if you are a lady or a gentlemen,” she mused, “I can’t really say from your size…”  Realizing what she wanted to do, he stiffened and immediately sat down, warmth spreading all over his body at the thought as his rear touched the ground. “Oh come on!” she huffed, and started to gently pat his thigh, trying to let him rise. He didn’t move, stubbornly remaining seated. There was no way she was going to check his privates! “Wolfie, please! This will take only a minute, you have too much fur to…” she didn’t finish the sentence as she sat on the ground, still trying to get him up.

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #garreth x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #tag game #my fanfiction #amberlide writes

[wackulart]

Oooo I saw the reblog of the Oc ask postcand now I am intrigued, can you please tell us about them!

-♪Anon

AAAAA!!

I have A LOT of ocs some for my own original series but since this blog is covered in owl house content I'll tell you about my TOH OC!

Lunas De Mise

Age: 1450 years old Gender: He/Him Height: 7'8 feet Species: Lunar Salamander (He's like a moon lizard but also a cyclops) Sexuality: Pansexual Trivia: His species can grow to 1500 years old Voice Headcanon: Death (Puss in Boots 2: The Last Wish)

I'm gonna put his backstory under the cut because it is PRETTY LONG

But yeah! He was my first TOH OC and ofc he's associated with Belos bc I had to project some how

I'm also working on another one but they are still in the concept phase

[Also I have a bunch of fan kids so I guess they count as OCS too but I'll post about them tomorrow]

Backstory: Lunas comes from a clan that have very strict rules about 1. Promises and 2. Power. They all come from an Island just a bit off of the Titan. Each member of their clan gets tasked with a crystal that they need to return to the greater crystal after a trip off the island as a sign of coming of age. The crystal is to show love to the memory of the Titan.

Lunas was reaching the age [1000-ish] where he was going to have his chance to do so. With that he left his Island for his trip and came around the time where Belos was going around and preaching to towns.

He meets Belos and they get along decently, Lunas travels with him to learn from Belos as well as to protect him on his journey. Belos tells him about his mission for the titan and Lunas tells Belos of his Island.

Two things that Belos focuses in on was that Lunas was unable to break a promise. It is like a law that is made and it is so important to them, to break it would be to betray everything you were. The only way to get out is if the other person breaks the promise first, then you are unbound.

The second thing was that this crystal had the power to contain magic properly.

With his current issue with sigil magic this seemed like a great opportunity, but he couldn't manipulate it out of Lunas hands because Lunas already believe it was going to the Titan. So the next best thing?

Steal that crystal.

SO-

One night after Lunas and Belos have known eachother for at least a year, at most two, they're together all romantic like and Lunas tells Belos that he has feelings for him since he would have to leave for his island soon. Belos pretends to agree, not that he didn't think of Lunas an asset to him but yknow.. demons. How could he ever?

Lunas is happy and then Belos proposes a promise.

The promise was that they would be loyal to eachother, no matter what.

Afterwards, they fall asleep underneath the stars, not Belos though. He stays up to steal the crystal from him and replaces it with an illusioned rock that he had prepared to look similar.

It's time for Lunas to head back, but when he does the clan notices the crystal isn't the right one. When his clan finds out he's lost it, he's banished and exiled from them and the Island.

He returned back to the Boiling Isles, alone and unable to find Belos. Unsure of what else to do, he hermits himself in a cave and blocks off the outside world completely.

Lunas lived on the far side of the titan and took care of the flora and fauna around his cave but ultimately avoided any other people.

One day, he does leave his cave and he does hear about all of this coven, day of unity business. He isn't sure what to make of it, but he is sure that he made a promise to Belos that he would have his loyalty and since Lunas never knew what happened to his crystal, that promise has yet to be broken on Belos' side, so he wasn't going to break his promise.

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[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

What was the worst thing that a Gull ever did to a Sharpie? (or vise versa?) 

I'd love to see them racing! Or maybe heavylifting championships in the yards

Those are good ideas! I suppose it's possible the railway might condone a "do you even lift bro" competition in the yards; the F.R. did host shunting contests in the early '20s. No promises. But I'll pick a sticky note on that ;)

Hmm. I should clarify off the bat that the degree to which everyone else on the F.R. despairs at this "feud" is a bit overblown; it's kind of my little ongoing joke about how sheltered they are that this petty schoolboy stuff is considered so Disgraceful. Like, for the most part it's just a volley of words. Obviously, words can hurt, but it's all very sibling squabble kinda stuff.

The Sharpies trying to see if they couldn't con the Seagulls into doing some of their work in A Hole in the Net was actually one of the more dramatic stunts in their whole history. It was as close as anyone ever came to sabotaging the others. If you're like "but that's kind of a nothingburger," like, yeah. I agree with you. (That's kind of why it was so fun to make Nobby and Smotes lose their minds over it.)

Every once in a while (not common) a fight breaks out in the yard and you find a Sharpie and a 'Gull locking buffers and getting into a (usually) very stupid, stalemate-y shoving match, and sometimes there's a commotion and lots of whistling and jeering from the sidelines, and a teacher driver or foreman breaks it up, and things settle down for another year or two. The end.

(At one point in the 1920s there will almost certainly be a scene where Coppernob tells Edward that he deserves whatever nonsense the Big Blue Bastards are up to on Sodor because it's some sort of karmic circle-of-life bullshit repaying him for his own class's idiocies when they were young and Edward just sort of gives him a thousand-yard stare and is like Nobby. It's not the same thing. It's not the same thing at all.

Because for all their squabbling and mutual dislike, the Sharpies and the 'Gulls recognize that they are on the same team. There are, like... rules of engagement, and norms of civilized behavior such that even your own class elders will take you aside and ream you out if you cross a line with the other side, and nobody would ever dream of actually sabotaging a rival's work, or rooting for one of their rivals to be scrapped, or insulting you to your face in lieu of thanking you when you help them, or various other horrible rubbish that your average RWS/TTTE/fan-created villain gets up with clockwork regularity.)

The ugliest episode, though. One does stand out. This was back 1892, very early in the feud, before most of the Seagulls and lots of the Sharpies were even made. In 1892 Sharpie 115 fell with the rest of the subsidence in the Lindal mine collapse. At first the four 'Gulls thought this was a hilarious development in their already rough-and-ready rivalry with the Sharpies. They spent a night joking about it. Then, although other engines got them to lay off, they spent the next day complaining about the long delays at Lindal around the rescue effort.

Obviously, this was all an absolute dick move. It is fair to observe, however, that at this point the four idiot children had lived a charmed life and the idea of terror and misery and mortal peril was nowhere on their radar—and all the engines, in those first twenty-four hours, expected that 115 would be rescued. When 115 was finally abandoned the 'Gulls were shocked and the Sharpies were devastated.

The 'Gulls, finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, were ashamed of the things they had said and finally applied to the Copper-Nobs for guidance on how to comport themselves (not that the Copper-Nobs knew; this was all so unprecedented). They apologized and spent the following months trying to make amends. As time went on more and more of the original Sharpies accepted that the 'Gulls had grown up and that horrid night was well in the past. But, as you might expect, there are some that could never forgive this. Of course, those are also the Sharpies who aren't getting into petty squabbles—they were just quietly bitter about it and interacted with the original 'Gulls (and, for some of them, the later 'Gulls) as little as they possibly could.

Again, to the younger Sharpies and 'Gulls this is History and the version of the feud that they carry on is considerably less heavy. Louder, more for show, but it lacks most of that fundamental bitterness of the original classes.

And everyone now understands that there are Standards. Even before their grouping into the L.M.S. sweeps away most of the feud, they call a truce now when things are serious. For instance, 29/61 ensured that the Sharpies did not mock 22/33 after he and his train was stranded on the Leven Viaduct in 100 m.p.h. winds, and the Seagulls were somber when Management began scrapping Sharpies in the '10s and in fact were more sympathetic to (the new) 22 after the events of Springtime than his own clan was.

(The Sharpies after a while felt 22 was upset far out of proportion for an engine that had been forced to halt and gotten a couple of flat tyres out of the deal. The Seagulls had a better understanding of why 22 was so depressed afterwards. As 36 in particular noted, they all knew it was perfectly normal for an engine to have been through the emotional wringer after a shift with Dick Tartt had taken a bad turn!)

#chatter #the bird at barrow central #ttte headcanon #various furness ocs

[riddlerosehearts]

The answer is probably obvious given your username but who is your favorite twst character? ❤ Guess I am more asking what you love about Riddle lol

haha, well, i will say that riddle is practically tied with idia as my favorite! idia was a character who i literally decided was my fave at first sight, but then i came to love riddle more and more while i was playing through the story for the first time. the idiashroud url is taken by someone who isn't even using it😔 and this url was, shockingly, not taken when i first got into twst, so i took it the second i found out it was available. but, yeah, i do love riddle a lot!! i've got two plushies of him and two other pieces of adorable fanmade merch i'll share below, and i'd love to get some more riddle merch. i especially really wanna buy his nendoroid when i'm able to afford it.

^ the aforementioned riddle merch plus some other random things i have on a little corkboard in my room, lol.

as for what i love about him... honestly, what drew me to him when i first started twst was that i just thought he was hilarious. one of the first vignettes i ever read was the one where he and floyd are in the library and he gets really pissed about floyd teasing him and making fun of his height. and, well, one of my favorite fictional characters of all time just happens to be another short little nerd with a red color scheme and a hot temper who would have to be held back from kicking my ass if he knew i was calling him a short little nerd (it's edward elric from fullmetal alchemist, lol). so i got attached to him based on that and also because i thought the way he acted during book 1 was just really funny and entertaining to watch. i also figured there must be some sort of Reason behind it that i couldn't wait to find out, and then the reason we got really tugged at my heartstrings and, again, reminded me of some of my favorite characters in other media.

beyond that, i really love his design, for one thing. especially his heart-shaped ahoge which has got to be one of the cutest character design choices i've ever seen in my life. i love that he's an animal lover who goes out of his way to check on the hedgehogs even when he doesn't have to, and how excited he gets about discovering the joys of puzzle solving in the endless halloween event. i love how protective he is of his dormmates and how much faith he shows in them after book 1. like, he has such sweet interactions with ace in fairy gala remix and with deuce in glorious masquerade. and i love the development he goes through!! i made a post on this a while back, but riddle along with vil is one of the only overblotters who really apologized and took immediate steps to make up for what he'd done, which shows a lot of genuine maturity and responsibility on his part. there's also a chapter of the twst anthology manga where he's really anxious and frustrated with himself for still instinctively getting so angry at rule violations, and ace ultimately convinces him that he doesn't have to be so hard on himself and helps him relax. i love that. i love that he's still struggling with unlearning what he was taught all his life, because recovery and growth aren't always linear, but he's trying the best that he can now that he knows he was wrong.

so yeah this got longer than i originally planned lol but basically i just think riddle is really cute and funny and has a great character arc. to end this off here's an image of two riddle plushies i wish i had because i absolutely adore this style.

#thank you for this ask btw!! 💖 #hope you don't mind getting a bit of an essay in response #but i'd also love to know who your favorite twst chara is and why you like them if you feel like sharing!! #asks #batlokilove #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts

[journeytothewest-daily]

New volume! Thanks for keeping on! I took some notes for chapter 26!

Wukong (no more Wade Giles uwu) demands that Tripitaka receive his three meals and six teas every day. That's not bad for a mendicant ascetic! I'd quite like to be guaranteed that, hahaha! There's a typo calling him the Tank Monk later in the chapter, very funny.

It's funny how reading Pinyin, which is all anyone uses now, feels unusual, while individual trees having names like Long-life grass of reverted cinnabar seems normal. You can really get used to anything.

I was quite surprised that the immortals are described as youngish-looking! We usually imagine a Greek philosopher-looking sage here, but even Plato was a virile, hairy wrestler once, I suppose! They always carry around gourds with stuff in them; I've seen the like in movies, but were they ever made of gourds, do you think? Pumpkins weren't around in Tang times, at least I think not.

Is Eight Rules and Idiot the same character? The switching between in the same paragraph seems to go against best writing advice, but I daresay I'll not write anything that will survive 500 years! Incidentally, he quotes a saying "put on the cap to increase riches." Is that a real saying or did he misunderstand something comedically?

There are several beautiful poems about specific natural sites here, and I wondered where Chinese people would learn these. Would they have to read them? Are they carved into stones near these rivers and mountains? Is poetry a part of the curriculum? Accented Cinema on youtube said poetry is a large part of Chinese culture, and I'm jealous. We all disliked it in Norwegian class :(

These supposedly rural and simple immortals have jade tea cups and wine goblets! That sounds nice! They should redistribute them to me! Hahaha! They have eternal life, after all, and isn't time worth at least as much as money?

Also, shout-out to the peach thief! Can't believe we got another peach thief here!

1. Same! I too struggle with having that many meals and teas (no money). To be a Tang Monk...

2. About the looking young thing, East Asians have a gene whose name I've forgotten that makes them mature more slowly than other ethnicities. My biologist s/o will kill me if he knew I've forgotten the name. So yeah, in my fantasy or historical despictions even of older people, they won't have many wrinkles (in others do). Remember that Taoism is about prolonging your life, so it's only normal that saints are young looking, while in the West ™ our idea of wise and saintly is Plato, Saint Patrick, etc.

3. I think that the only original to Asia gourd is the Wax Gourd, so they might have been using that.

4. Yes, Idiot and Zhu Bajie are the same and I too dislike a bit the constant change of name. I looked up the saying in English but couldn't find anything, and my chinese isn't good enough to try to translate it back into Chinese and look it up. I know that some of you are reading the OG Chinese book, could you tell us if it's a real saying?

5. Poems are very important in all cultures I'd say, and of course also in China. People who got an education in the past not only had to learn how to write poems but also to learn them from memory. For the imperial exams you were examined on your poetry. I think normal people like you and me in China would have learnt them from memory when a passing singer said them and retained. People used to work their brains more in the past, methinks. If you cared for poetry and you were a peasant, you'd try to memorize it and say it to others so you weren't a base man, but an intelligent peasant, closer to heavens because poetry comes from heaven etc.

5. It's only normal that immortals have jade things :) Maybe they lack in other commodities, but would you rather have a precious jade cup or ten IKEA mugs? I am sure they didn't even buy it, but they just sprung out of thin air in their house when they became immortals.

Thank you for your analysis :)

[sergeantsporks]

Consider: Belos did send one Grimwalker after his immediate predecessor one time, with the orders to kill the traitor. Something happens, the two Grimwalkers bonded, and somehow made their way to a realm Belos couldn't follow. He was furious they got away and enacted the "Only one at a time" rule because of it.

Ooooo

Yeah, tbh, I can see the "only one at a time" being a rule that came after some testing. I mean, there's like FIFTY grimwalker skeletons. Even if he is aging them up in the ground, that's still a grimwalker like every 7 years, at the lowballed estimate of fifty grimwalkers. While since he sees the Grimwalkers as extensions of Caleb, meaning he'd only want one at a time, I can also see him making several, raising them separate from each other (either leaving them with a minder or one in a few different places while "uncle" has to go on a long journey, where he cycles through staying with each others) for a couple of years, and then killing all but the one who most reminds him most of Caleb as the "true" extension of Caleb, while the others are just "soulless" creations who happen to have similar features to his brother. They go to the pit of failures. They didn't necessarily "betray" him they just... obviously weren't what he was looking for. He doesn't even think of them. Maybe even the ones in his mind palace, the original assumed sixteen to twenty five Grimwalkers were the "chosen" ones who were actual "traitors" and that's why he remembers their deaths, explaining the fact that there were CLEARLY more Grimwalkers than we saw in his mindscape.

As the isles becomes easier to traverse, or maybe he's been heard of across the isles, Grimwalkers start to find out about each other, and that's just no good, so it's better to just have one at a time, because hearing about the others or, god forbid, ASKING about them, is a solid way for his "true" Grimwalkers to betray him REAL quick. They start finding out about each other, or maybe one of them betrayed him for their predecessor, yeah, that's a pretty good reason to slap a "okay, one at a time" rule on his Grimwalker creating (plus, resources are starting to get a liiiiittle low)

#toh #toh theories #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #asks #the owl house

[zacksfairest]

Who’s your Unsounded oc from that post you reblogged a while back, if you don’t mind my asking? (In case you don’t remember, it’s originally from unsoundedcomic and starts with “Do you ever see any OCs for your comic?”)

I think it’s you at least. It’s described as “ Cassie’s OC,” you have “Cassie” on your profile thing, and the oc mostly “exists to be smooched on by Lemuel,” so it’s a pretty safe bet I’d say.

Bless you, anon, for assuming that I am ever forgetting that ask. Also for giving me the benefit of the doubt and thinking that there is more than one Lemuel obsessed Cassie with an OC to smooch Lem. You're a gem.

The fic that Ashley referenced in that ask that she answered is this one, which I entered in the Unsounded fanfic contest back in 2018. It is not even remotely my best work, and I really just threw my hat in the ring because, after reading the comic for so long and loving it so much, I just wanted to contribute.

There are other fics I've written, too, which can be found here. Ironically, my favorite fic that I wrote is A'den, which is a Star Wars crossover.

Oh!  And my friend @hermdoggydog actually wrote a fic for the 2021 Unsounded fanfic contest using Addilyn!  That can be found here.

But, anyway, yeah that's me lmao. And I'm about to bore you to tears.

Her name is Addilyn Theron—Addie for short. She's a semon woman in the Lions of Mercy under Lemuel's command.

Here, please see this dollmaker rendition I made of her some months ago:

Please know that I play fast and loose with the rules of the Unsounded world (especially Alderode) in order to have my fun.

So, as a semon, Addilyn is a part of the lowest caste, as well as the most numerous one. She came from a shitty family of thieves and ne'er-do-wells, and she didn't really have many options open to her. She knew that she was doomed to a life of crime or a destitute existence in a whore house (or perhaps even an early grave) if she didn't find a way to claw her way out of there.

So, she turned to the Council Army.

Now, I am very aware that Alderode is a highly patriarchal society and deeply misogynistic. Please do not judge me.

But anyway, my reasoning for making this work is that she probably lived in some town close to the border with Cresce, so the Council Army would be less inclined to be picky when recruiting from those towns. Especially where the semon caste was concerned. Yeah, she's a woman, but whatever. She'll probably be dead in a week anyway. And the semon breed like rats, right? She'll hardly be missed. At least it's one more body to throw at Cresce.

So they turned their heads and allowed her to sign up.

Well, it turned out that she was actually rather good at soldiering. She grew up rough and had rudimentary fighting abilities, and she had good instincts when it came to carrying out orders most effectively (and also how best not to die).

Addilyn lasted far longer than she should have, but managed to skirt under the radar for the most part. She didn't advertise her gender, but it was a mostly open secret. She'd kept enough of the men she fought with alive to keep them from giving her too much trouble.

But one day she wound up saving the son of some Copper politician whose vliegeng ride was shot down by Crescian forces. The lad lost a leg, but was otherwise alive. His father was incredibly grateful, and offered Addilyn any favor she wished.

And so she asked for the impossible: to join the Lions of Mercy.

Her Copper benefactor made it happen, but no one was happy about it. The brass knew they couldn't exactly tell him no, but they were determined to make this blow up in Addilyn's face. Who could they give her to? How best to either get her killed within a few months, or have her desert and put her head on a pike?

Give her to that new soud captain, they decided. He'll either get her killed (because soud always fuck up in the end, just like the semon), or he'll drive her to abandon her post and they can string her up for desertion.

Well, long story short, that doesn't happen. Lem hates this at first, and hates being saddled with this obvious attempt to oust him in some capacity. But Addilyn is good at this, and turns out to be not only a good soldier, but a good friend.

And, of course, that leads to Feelings. Because I'm disgusting.

This obviously sucks for Lem, because it was never part of his fratricidal plans to actually have feelings for someone. And boy does he feel the agony in his folly.

Aaaaaand, that's her! I've never actually had to publicly talk about her, only my closest friends have dealt with my self-indulgent ramblings, so boy do I feel exposed! But, yeah, there she is, in all of her cringe glory.

Thank you for asking!

#Anonymous #answered #oc: Addilyn Theron #my darling aldish captain #otp: rewrite this story #boy do i feel cringe on this wednesday night #unsounded

[mdhwrites]

A Twin Sided Dilemma

TLDR: I think I am healthier doing analytical stuff but I do think that due to how my brain works, it is choking my writing/creative works and has been to varying degrees for an entire year now. I need to find some sort of way to bring the two sides together but right now they just... aren't working and it kind of sucks.

So let's expand and get into a lot of history for me and reviewing. Give you all an idea of why I am the way I am I guess. It's not like I first began to be analytical with TOH after all. I've been that way since I was 17 and found 'reviewer' Youtube. A decade ago that meant people like The Nostalgia Critic and the entire bronalysis community and... Yeah. I was not actually that great at analysis back then but I sure thought I was! I thought I was smarter and better than a lot of those around me when it came to anything about stories.

This included my own works. About a year later, I would be smashed into oblivion for that hubris but until then, I was a complete asshole. Later in life, I would relate my analytical side with my anger but it's easy to also say it was tied into my ego and confidence. When I hit rock bottom, I actually cut ties with most online groups and stopped voicing my opinions because, well... I couldn't be that person anymore.

But it also never died. I am analytical by nature. It's simply a part of who I am and is part of what makes me unique as a creative. It's why I can make ideas as fast as I can and work on them as quickly as I can because my analytical basis forms a foundation for putting things together very quickly. There was no turning it off so for the next five years I watched better reviewers, calmed myself and formed rules. My idea of not claiming I could have made something better? Me trying to avoid personal attacks on creators and just attack their work and how their work makes me perceive their skill at their job? The fact that I try to inform and teach rather than purely critique? All came from this period where I was trying to figure out a way to be analytical without being a complete asshole.

Then I rejoin online communities and two years after that, we get me turning my back on TOH and starting to do analytical blogs fairly regularly again. This would be roughly a year ago. This was the first time I would be doing a lot of blogs that weren't just using something as an example but about a work again. Letting myself open up well and truly to that old part of myself.

And when I felt I was becoming too toxic, I slowed down and let myself breathe. I genuinely have a better head on my shoulders and I've been proud of those blogs. I think I give good insight and still do well to talk about how writing is to hopefully make others better writers. There's a fundamental problem with all of this though.

When I originally reviewed stuff, I considered myself to be doing it from a position of strength. I saw no flaws in my concepts, even if the technical side was still being polished. Now the technical side of my writing is better but my confidence is NOTHING compared to the ego I had before. I know that might sound crazy with how confident I likely sound in my blogs but you don't see me rapidly checking tabs, fidgeting when there's no response to a post, etc. like that. I have always needed validation and that has gotten WORSE with time, not better.

And now we get to the new way it's interacting with my creative side. It used to be that I would say my emotional side needed to get out of the way some for me to work. The pain and depression had to let me breathe. Now the analytical side is in the way with an unreasonable demand: "If you're so good at critiquing, why aren't you even BETTER at creating?"

It's a bullshit claim though. One of my rules is specifically to refute it after all. I don't let myself claim I could do something better without specific criteria being met because it is ALWAYS easier to critique than it is to create. Not only that but critiquing has fundamentally different goals to creation as sometimes it's just nice to do something fun. Something people will find entertainment in and hopefully I manage a couple themes along the way.

That isn't doable to my brain anymore. It has started evaluating themes and the like when I make a concept. Can't find them enough? Scrap it, no matter how much the other side wants to do it. Even worse is that when an idea had potential, it then asks if I can do a GREAT job with it. I have considered myself a good writer for a long time but it wants it to be PERFECT.

It's why I have been stalling out so hard this entire past year. Nothing gets to stick because either it doesn't pass mustard or my brain says I can't do it and takes the reigns from me. That I'm simply not good enough.

Which would imply that I should discard this part of me again but I analyze things BY NATURE. My brain quite literally NEVER turns off. I can't just chill and watch things and I do like sharing my thoughts, if not just to have them be validated. It is a part of me just as I will never stop making ideas I want to write (I have been pulled hard by like 4+ novel/novella length ideas in this past WEEK alone). It is better that I find balance with them but...

Just like I haven't found peace with whatever storm causes my anxiety and depression, I don't have an idea right now for how to fix this problem either.

#Personal

[silurisanguine]

Hoping to finish AC Valhalla before Mirage comes out, but my god is it a slog. It has to be the worst AC game i've ever played (and ive played them all).

The trampling over history. (i know Ac games arent totally accurate, the 30 second rule of 'can i google info about this fact in 30 secs' is normally used by the devs when writing about stuff. But this game takes the piss.)

*Some of it so far was unpleasant to play honestly, like the Briton/Mercia section. (It's a Welsh castle so every 5 seconds there must be a dragon statue????? and oh dear gods giving the blood eagle to Rodri The Great was offensive.)

*Plus the glossing over of how the Vikings (Dane/Norse invaders) were, showing them to be mostly heroic folk, the Saxons welcomed...yeah no.

See Viking income was determined through 2 main sources...trade and slavery. Aka if they couldn't take slaves from a community, they'd trade with them.

Slavery was a MASSIVE commodity to the vikings. Eivor and Sigurd would have had loads with their status. But slaves, or thralls as they were called, are barely even mentioned or used as small plot points (Odyssey, for its more fantastical nature, at least worked stories into the negative sides of Spartan and Athenian culture. )

I understand making Eivor's clan a nice one, with them not killing everyone in a raid, inc the monks and civilians. Eivor has to be hero after all...not like usual Vikings, because raids were also how Vikings easily got those thralls....Monks and peasants couldn't fight back.

*The Anglo Saxons are shown time and time again as weaker, unable to fight and pathetically voiced*. This is playing into the stereotype that Vikings were better warriors, when in fact they lost as much as they gained when they invaded. Yorvic, the most famous Viking settlement was gained and lost many times.

( *Dont get me started on the TERRIBLE voice acting of Npcs in this game...jeezus, they are like bad cartoons voices. They are so over the top and hammy, they often take you out of the story they are trying to tell.)

Then there is the dreadful research they did for Britain.

*The awful wildlife mistakes - giant lethal snakes ! The UK has one venomous snake, the Adder, that only if you are allergic or a child, would it be a problem and they are small and like to hang out on grasslands, not coiled with raised heads like cobras, sitting in wait in pots (They obviously just reused the model from Origins/Odyssey.)

*The countryside in game is full of only grey squirrels. Those were introduced in the 19th century! Before that ONLY red squirrels, our native species existed in Britain. Black bears never ever existed on British soil and brown bears went extinct around 500ad! I get wanting wildlife threats in the countryside but you already have wolves and lynxes which were native on British soil. Why make more up?

*Lunden is smaller than Colchester or Lincoln in map size. Lunden was MASSIVE even back then. It was the biggest city in England at the time. (It made me so sad seeing the incredible Roman ruins in the game, thinking what a game set during the Roman empire could have been like. Could have had Boudica and the sacking of Colchester!)

*Then the mechanics in the game are weaker than the previous. for example, for some reason they took away the ability to craft arrows. now you can only find or buy them. WHY??? Vikings could craft arrows....

*The charm of the games is missing in this one too, because the writing is so poor compared. I played the Odyssey/Valhalla crossover and the Odyssey part was a joy to play. Kassandra had charm and the interaction with her friends was natural and i frankly was teared up at the end because it was written well and i loved seeing her interact with Eivor, though the latter was an immature brat till the end. (Now we need Kassandra meeting other Assassins, like...AMUNET.) *The Intelligence is missing in the writing, in that the bad guys are telegraphing who they are long before the 'surprise' reveal to the point it's boring.

*The humour in the game falls flat so often. it feels forced with the 'comedy' world events hardly making me laugh. Mainly due to the again terrible voice acting.

I just pray Mirage is better written with less shit humour, more integrity to walking alongside historical fact rather than trammelling over it and BETTER Npc voice acting.

I certainly wont be bothering with any of the paid for dlc for Valhalla.

#assassin's creed valhalla #Ac valhalla #ac mirage #Assassin's creed mirage #Ac valhalla critical

[000life-is-meaningless000]

I obviously and honestly see life is meaningless.

When I was free 👻 it's just a spirit in the Great Void !!!

before my captors 👽incarnated me 🧚🏻‍♂️ necromanced me in a new body and the rest of my people 🧚🏻‍♂️🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♂️

I don't care how many people call me schizophrenic I'll keep telling this fucking schizophrenic truth over and over again I don't care how many times people don't like me saying it I'm going to repeat the fucking phrase, I'm not human, my origins are not in humanity.

and Titania is not ruled over by a male she is the arch goddess of all things insectoid that's what humans call fairies the fairy world is a bug world, there are no Faun's and leprechauns running around there are no unicorns there are no gnomes, at least not the way you put things I known as an Earth Spirit or of the element Earth made up of the energy of Earth.

all the things that I listed do exist but they're not fairies, they're cryptids.

😐 - Now !

back to the point.

what I usually did in the spirit realm are the great Void, I would watch things in life because for me all things were meaningless and purposeless and stupid I could I knew God existed and experience them and I was very apathetic about what my experience even though all other Souls were overthrown by the grandiosity of deities they didn't even so much as phase me.

I'm really I don't give a shit kind of creature, Meh !

the only thing that ever sparked anything inside me the only thing that made me have "Feeling's" is Titania !

are Divine mother even though she's a klutz and she fucks up a lot she still are Divine mother and she still the source of all things bug aka Fae !

she's the only thing I could ever give to fucking shits about, despite I still think to a degree she's a bit of a dumbass She's also an unbelievably mysterious goddess.

Regardless of what I say at the end of the day I feel praiser is the most high, and every Christian in the nation is praising Jesus as the most high I praised Titania is the most high is every Jesus freak out there gets on their fucking knees to scream the name of Jesus in a church somewhere we fairies praise our divine mother in our own way.

Despite She discussing and pissed off if you fucked up and we got sent to Earth.

you know she really had the power to smite the mantises a complete kill them for sinning against her and going into science,

Science = Profane, Impious, Anti-Holy !

False Truth's & Fake Teaching's !

All Science = Corrupted Data.

despite all the extreme sins that the Mantis committed I'm still surprised and confused why our holy Goddess is didn't just smite them and keep the world no one understands what she did I'm not saying she works in mysterious ways I think something fucked her up and she wasn't allowed to do it or able, because she got captured by the Grays and was tortured by her to give up the location of the dead fairies us and the spirit realm they couldn't find us with their Fancy Smacy, Fucking, Technology so they needed to get they needed some clairvoyance, they badly needed ESP clairvoyant so they got the goddess to show her them to connect her mind with their mind and to show them where we were they torture her which didn't take that long for her to break her will and then she just constantly showed them where we are and she wouldn't break the connection because they tortured her as hard as possible.

yeah her own fucking fairies is the sinister ones the corrupted ones only turned on her tortured her and forced her to give up the ones who did not Sin in her name so that they 👽👽👽 could use us in their fucking agenda, and they're stupid agenda that literally try to conquer the planet Earth and take it back which they keep fucking failing.

https://youtu.be/j3BXOqjy9EU?si=wXZ3JFeyPgH0rcbd

https://youtube.com/shorts/tQTwh-Z7H9c?si=N-hzmv2K6UYrx5B9

https://youtu.be/s0fooOTyUWc?si=iMk8RTv2Fm4FcpSq

And, thay still haven't been able to bring in the cavalry because they're fighting some other alien race in space, Yah !

the Grays are literally in a fucking war in space and there's a reason why they ( NASA ) don't want to show you anything going on in space because there's so much chaos and fighting in space there's a secret War going on between aliens and the Grays want to conquer the Earth.

if they are able to be successful it's been going on for over 30 fucking years by the way, if there Successful in able to make landfall with the war that means you're going to see actual UFO's into the civilization.

which this is the thing that I don't care what person denies an alien invasion they're all going to die where they believe is happening or not it doesn't matter there'll be nowhere to run cuz they are going to mass Swarm, The planet and their intention is to complete wipe out all human life and then harvest the souls to be part of the agenda which is being converting to human soul into an insectoid, but first you have to go through a slow process of forced reincarnation after Force reincarnation as a slowly turns from human into a fairy which means the next body they're going to get in their Force reincarnation will be a hybrid.

none of this is important, I just want to let you God damn fucking know that the idiot gray alien is not getting what they fucking want and what they're getting is what I told Them, They're going to get 30 fucking 2 years ago, they're getting their asses handed to them I told them if you try to attack this planet the humans are going to kick your ass brutally without even so much it's flexing a goddamn muscle they'll be able to wipe us all out and the Grays went fucking berserking with Anger at me 32 years ago when they were "processing" me through the stages of becoming a hybrid that I couldn't escape them because they psychically grabbed on to me and held on hard as possible and I fought it every instance and chance I couldn't get away but fate Doomed, My ass to this body in this life.

now my people are out there somewhere when we had each other, all together on the other side but somewhere on this big ass fucking Mandela Effected world my people are somewhere out there and I don't know if I'll ever get to be with their soul ever again ?

🙁

Anyway, back on what I was saying.

. . .

when I was allowed to be a free spirit one thing that I mainly did most the fucking time is I was just watch aliens and watch everyone everywhere all the time I would look everywhere I didn't want to interfere I didn't want to fuck with anyone I didn't want to encounter anyone really I just want to watch Souls enjoy their life.

The Universe Was My TV.

. . . . . . .

All I want to ever do is watch the Spirit Round watch Life whenever I heard a dumbass human say there's no such thing as Ghost's I would sometimes giggle in the spirit of Realm.

Anyway, That wraps up this post,

I just really wanted to let y'all know that there's a reason why I'm in this world and why I'm so weird I'm not even human being my soul is not human the slightest bit.

and i don't think, I'll ever get to go back to my home and at this point I don't think I ever see one of my people.

👽 <- the super selfish super super greedy fucking idiots that have a head harder then a fucking rock, fucked up are people to the ultimate extreme.

I don't care if you reading this thing & think, I'm a unhinged schizophrenic, what I tell you is the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth and in the whole if the whole human race thinks I'm mentally ill and the whole human race is blind and dumb.

I don't mean physically, blind.

Cuz I Solemnly swear in the name of God and anything else holy and spiritual that I tell you the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

all I wanted the end of the day is what I lost and if they don't want to be with me I'll walk away and cause no problem's.

I just want to find my people again, I want to see if I can catch up with Them we can escape our bodies because they 👽 won't let us commit suicide until they fail the agenda.

you don't know what it's like to have a Forced ESP link with them you don't know what it's like to have your soul in mind monitor 24/7 you don't know what it's like to be psychically watched of both of your mind and your soul, you don't know what it's like to be in a psychic prison.

you don't know what it's like to be necromanced you don't know what it's like to be forced to be born forced incarnation you don't know what it's like to be someone else's Soul slave.

🙁 - and you especially don't know what it's like to be an alien in a world you don't belong in you don't understand the horror that comes along with that.

your life may be shitty and you may be homeless or you may have a disease but at least if at least you don't have it as bad as we do.

and if it sounds stupid then you have no idea both literal hell me and my people go through on your planet you have no idea what true horror is and you can't conceive of how dark and black the universe really is.

🙁

if you just want to read this post and think I'm a bat shit schizophrenic, or some guy that abuses drug his whole fucking life.

👍🏻

But, I swear to fucking God I wouldn't lie to anybody.

But, This isn't my main blog this is a side block and a different account that I talk about Dark Truth and other taboo shit.

👍🏻 - Later, Y'all.

#Youtube #red pill #black pill #Fae #Agenda #Alien #The Gray's #Alien Asshole's #Cursed #Reincarnation #🧚🏻‍♂️ #🧚🏻‍♀️ #👽 #Insectoid #Fairy #Faery #Bug #Titania

[pennycat83]

So since I'm the one and only ruling B.O.B simp I gotta point this out since it's been stuck in my head

(Spoilers obviously)

So in the ep it's clear right from the beginning he doesn't want to do therapy. Tries to down play the idea, put up a friendly facade, hell even tries to make Jane look bad right out the gates. This is made more obvious by Jane telling him after he breaks into her room to call it off that he's almost crying out for help in a subtle way.

I didn't consider this ,originally, was because his technical job would get called into questioning during therapy if it came up since he's doing it 24/7 initially, I'm only bringing it up 'cause I couldn't stop thinking about it and something else.

My poor man really did just suffer the whole way through huh?

Like yeah they used human brains to identify people and faces but, it's human, of course it would grow sympathetic, not be able to handle the stress of identifying and protecting countless people and even watch them die.

But like, even outside of that he's just screwed over so often, it's implied he's kept alone to do his work, outside of Chris cleaning his brain matter up and a few technicians who (probably) exchange pleasantries with him once in a while (again he's constantly working).

I don't think a single one of them ever did anything thing as a sign of thanks though (probably little ones but not many). He's treated like a living computer because that's 'technically' what he is. I'm doing a slight headcannon based on what I've seen in the ep, but I think that Christmas party wasn't just his first and last ever party before he dies, but one of the only biggest rewards for his work.

The Director even says that if he breaks down they'll just make another B.O.B, another solider to mentally break and give PTSD (look me in the GODAMN eye and tell me that train accident caused by his stress ep didn't give him some kinda PTSD man!).

There's other details I find also quite heartbreaking too. For example, when he's doing the word association thing with Jane. When she mentions 'kiss' and he gets slightly exasperated, I know it's a simple thing but the way he says it adds to the emphasis of his isolation, I'm sure he's had crushes on random people before but never was able to do anything about it.

So this poor baby was worked to to the point of having borderline PTSD, never gave him any breaks, praise or rewards for his hard work and just took him out back and put him down like a dog when he made one huge fuckup and didn't try to get his death plea turned a

DO YOU SEE WHY I TREAT HIM LIKE MY SON???

#dimension 404 #dimension 404 bob #I will reign this BOB kingdom damnit!

[libzarzar]

That's already fcng start of a morning why I'm thinking about those chapters from Pet Shop of Horrors with girl and her singing birdy and yoohanhim in it... can't I just fall asleep without breaked heart...

So if you don't know about that manga - go ahead and read it, it's collection of short stories about a lot of human's things and, besides, how you can make mistakes even when you're in love and care and hoping for the best for your loved ones. Huh that manga definitely were a traumatic experience for little me but that was wonderful

And also there is sneaky seller yeah dream-uncle

stop here if you don't want spoilers or emotionaldamage idk.

Even if I don't remember all of it. And also this is a horror story so be aware

At first you need to know the context. That story was about rich girl, reached to the PetShop, seeking for a new perfect pet. And Count D of course has one. He told about beautiful bird from the country far away with most miraculous voice in the whole world. And girl followed him in the show room. But what she saw here wasn't a bird. That was a most beautiful boy in tons of jewels with wings on his back. She complained, scared of buying human being, but count D stood his ground.

There is only a bird in that room, it doesn't mean how she sees him. And that bird can be a her pet. If she will follow the rules.

Of course she made a deal, he catched her heart immediately. And she did all what D said her, she gave a whole winter garden to it, prepared best fruits for meals. And he song most beautiful songs every night, with truly amazing voice.

That was such a wonderful time. Until she get a painful thought.

That bird is probably so lonely. He is now here, in foreign country and can't meet up with his specie while he is in cage. Probably he singing so much, trying to reach for someone. She should find him a pair and then he will be more happy. And have beautiful kids, she will be so happy to see his nestlings

So Court D did as she asked. And she brushed over all "are you sure" questions.

Girl-bird wasn't such colorful at all. After she was brought into the winter garden, on front of her fabulous pair and hundreds of flowers she looked even more blank.

Girl just wanted her beloved pet to be happy.

So she again said as she was told to - she left them alone for a few nights, without any visits, just listen to the unfinishing song each night and couldn't stop worrying.

And her will broke as few day past. Because singing suddenly stopped.

Her pretty lovely bird were left there without food for so long. Probably so exhausted and hungry. She should've check on him, pass some snacks. D can't know everything, she totally wouldn't ruin anything, she's bird's master after all.

And she took some fruits and opened the door tho the garden. And there were unusual silence.

And there were torn body of her lovely bird, almost eaten by female. As she should for feeding her child inside of her. She ate him all that days but he continued to sing until she finally reached to his throat. For his loved ovneress.

D told not to get inside just so female could've finished her meal, consumed body without any left. But girl was as impatient as at the minute she decided to get a nestling. And now she lose her mind, crying over cold body

They loved each other. But they don't know what to do with all that love at all

💫 sO NOW AS/IF YOU ARE INFORMED ABOUT ORIGINAL 💫

Yoohanhim

bird-Han Sooyoung, standing over the almost finished Kim Dokja's body, covered in his blood with coldness in her eyes.

And Yoo Joonghyuk, staying in the moonlight from the glass ceiling, with that burning feeling, just started to crawl from his chest to his face. And we know that that guilt, that loss, that feeling of killing Dokja by his own will.

It will shatter him to the bloody dust

I see that scene on my eyelids I want to draw it so much ugh

Also found picture yeey. hope that's not prohibited..

#kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #han sooyoung #yoohankim #orv #kdj #yjh #yhk

[thesimperiuscurse]

W H A T  I F  —  M I S H A  x  M A K O

Rules — Tell us about the “What If” couples in your story; how they might have worked or failed, what their relationship dynamics would be. 

Cheers @lazysunjade for tagging me and partaking in another picture match despite it ending up in both of us having breakdowns ❤ It feels a little forbidden to participate in this challenge when the story isn’t even halfway, but I’m doing it anyway. The concept of Misha and Mako as a couple was actually something I was thinking about for over a lengthy period last year, as I was unsure about both of their sexualities. At their character births both were straight but as they grew more nuanced, it became increasingly clear to me, at least, that Mako was bi or pan—Misha being straight, sexuality wise, although his romantic orientation is indefinite. Mako’s attraction lays in body and beauty, while Misha’s in mind and soul. Although their technicalities don’t quite align, if they did, their potential would be very strong.

Y E S 

At first glance they seem like polar opposites, but they share many aspects, it’s just these sides show at different times (from Eva’s perspective). Misha generally appears as a confident, magnetic, passionate lover of people and partying, wild and free, while Mako shadows him as a somber and reserved introvert; but Mako can also be very sociable and experimental, Misha quiet and philosophical. Perhaps the most fundamental thing they share is a deep curiosity and wonder about the different kinds of beauties in life, born out of their respective oppressive childhoods. There’s a mutual understanding in the trauma of their youths, a knowledge privy to them to what fears that has caused, thus the desire to protect each other. Art museums or nightclubs, jewels or wildflowers, their search for vibrant emotions and the meaning of life is what forms the basis of their connection. Misha channels this craving into healthy experiences for Mako (unlike his New York days); Mako gives the safety for Misha to explore what he truly wants. So, in a similar way to Evako, they have a ‘yin and yang’ dynamic that would make a solid foundation for a romantic relationship. 

N O

What brings it crashing down is their difference in values. Misha is very much for the greater good—he is incredibly empathetic and driven by a selfless sense of justice. Mako’s values... or technically the Hayashi values, are rooted entirely in self interest. I don’t want to say much more because spoilers, but that would certainly cause fatal issues, and even if they were attracted to each other, a genuine relationship would never last. More subtle things that break down the potential are: a power imbalance, meaning (and I will expand on this in the second variation of this challenge) Mako’s status still demands a level of respect and yielding from Misha, no matter how close they are; and the fact that Misha is near flawless and emotionally mature, while Mako is rife with critical flaws and complications, which means that only one of them has the true capacity to grow in this relationship, bringing a price for the other. As compelling of a romance Mishako would be, Eva and Mako’s characters were always developed as a duo, their growth interdependent, balancing each other out in their unique sets of strengths and flaws. Everything that makes Misha and Mako such a compatible pair already exists in their deep platonic bond, and I don’t think a romantic relationship could make that any stronger. 

I tag — @amys-snapshots / @lilyshadowwriter​​ / @itssimplythesims​ / ​​ @notjustabooksims / @itheaxel​​ + anyone else who wants to do it!

#yeah i just made up some rules because i couldn't find the original #at the moment i'm thinking misha leans towards aromantic #not in a void-adjacent way #but in a worldly and independent way #i just can't imagine him focusing much of his energy and love into one person #not any more than he already does with his best friend #who knows #not me his literal creator #anyway the evolution of the mishako friendship has been an interesting and unexpected element of writing this story #it's fucked up my idea for act three #guess i'll just have to find a way around it when i get there #mishasolano #makohayashi #characterask #genfour #lilaremonn #thesimperiuscurse #sims 3 #ts3 #simblr