#you somehow filtered out all the crap

[ipromptography]

my worst hear me out

#verstael #verstael besithia #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #ffxv #ff15 #i'm really biggin up the bad guys at the minute i'm sorry #but honestly #he could've been the niflheim heartthrob #underneath all that evil scientist is just a cute little nerd #YUOU HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL #at least your son inherited your good bits #you somehow filtered out all the crap #and left us with a sweet baby angel #so thanks for that i guess #you would get ONE smooch #if you asked nicely

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(SPOILERS) breaking down how obsessed Andrew is w/his sister bc he's a repressed lil liar and I'm going insane

This post got longer than I intended it to

1. He claims they don't spend enough time apart from each other to even begin missing her so he doesn't even know if he would, but just earlier in the game he was apart from her for probs like 30 mins tops to investigates some cultists and guess what???? He was already missing her 😒

2. Says "I thought you grew out of this touchy-feely crap" when Ashley asks for a hug, but earlier when he was cooking dinner, he was the one with the inexplicable urge to "pull this broody bitch into [his] arms and force her to stay until she smiles" 😒

3. Piggy-backing off the last screenshot: WHAT OTHER THOUGHTS, ANDREW??? yOU WERE JUST THINKING ABT HUGGING HER. WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEAN. THESE ARE SIMPLY INNOCENT BROTHERLY THOUGHTS ARE THEY NOT????? 🤨🤨🤨

4. Bro just can't keep his hands off her. And everyone thinks Ashley's the clingy one jeez (lol the way he springs apart from her when Mom catches them is definitely definitelyyyy not worth analyzing. nope. not even when it happens a second time on the couch. nope. nooope)

5. What. What is he thinking here. Don't think I don't see those grey lil blush lines. Is this connected to my third point somehow bc like... 🤨😬 Is "Andrew" is gonna start doing and being what "Andy" was too spineless and afraid of doing?? That's what the vow was partly abt right?? Does that include—

5. WHEWWW BOY that little flashback with his gf has so much baggage in it I just wanna dissect. His girlfriend's tryna have a serious discussion with him abt his weird sister for the sake of bettering their relationship bc she genuinely loves him, but he just gets caught up in fondly talking abt said weird sister instead??

6. He's awfully hesitant abt Ashley learning some independence, bc y'know what?? I think he doesn't really want her to stop relying on him. But what do I know y'know

6. Wants his gf to put tie her hair up in a ponytail, then when she refuses bc he'll pull on it, says it's just "how boys express their love". Well. You know who else puts there hair up in a ponytail??? You know who else's hair he's always pulling on and touching???

7. The voicemails in his gf's phone left by Ashley are heard by him in his dreams, and his dreams are a construction of his mind utilizing his memories, personal hangups, and knowledge of Ashley. The voicemails irl were left on his gf's phone, and for all we know, he never actually listened to them in person. Bearing this in mind... odds are the things Ashley's saying contain bits of truths he believes within himself, filtered thru her crude, hateful dialogue.

Here. I transcribed one of them...

"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME!? Just because you can fuck him and I can't? You think that's love?! Are you fucking delusional?? Cumdumpsters like you are just that. He will never love you. Not like he loves me. I am the only one. I am everything. I am the secrets you'll never hear. When he lies in bed at night, and when he needs someone to hold on to… It's not you he seeks out. It is me."

8. Claims Ashley's the one with the jealous streak, not him, but I think he's just as bad. The only difference is that Ashley's never given him reason to act on it since all she's ever wanted was him, but at the slightest mention of her gettin it on w/someone else, even as a joke, he gets mad. "OVER MY DEAD BODY!!" he says, when she's jokingly contemplating getting knocked up via the neighbor so an ambulance would come for her. "I wouldn't let them," he says, when she's complaining abt not being pretty enough for the wardens to bang her

9. Going hand-in-hand with that fact, he's intensely protective of her. Didn't hesitate to cleaver the warden who found her in the closet (probs didn't even BLINK lmaooo he chose VIOLENCE), and when the cake-stealing cultist insulted her just once, he stepped forward just like that

10. In their apt, when they were lying on the floor talking abt jumping off the balcony, he was really caught up in the "romantic" fantasy of them committing a double suicide and dying with their bodies entwined so irreparably by the impact they form one unified corpse "never to be separated!" and they get buried in the same coffin together. UM??? Bro fr thought he was the sane one of the two. That wasn't even true before the cannibalism and demon summoning 😭😭😭

BONUS:

11. This might just be me, but his reaction to seeing the post-sex vision doesn't strike me as someone who's inherently opposed to the idea. Instead of disgusted, he was... flustered?? He acted like she walked in mid-guilty pleasure wet dream. This wasn't a "GROSS THATS INCEST" reaction which is... the most normal reaction to have. That's the face of a man that got CAUGHT bro.

He asks "we're not like that, are we?" and "why are you like this?" and questions the veracity of the vision, but he never actually explicitly denies wanting the vision to happen, more focused on Ashley and her reaction. He buries the elephant under the rug as fast as he can, bc yeah, it struck a landmine, but it probably wasn't a landmine for the reason Ashley thinks it is. I bet the vision just hit a little too close... :P

#the coffin of andy and leyley #coffincest #andrew x ashley #tcoaal #txt post #character analysis #andrew graves #bro is MESSED UP and I'm only scratching the surface #half of this post is analyzing his gf and I'm not even done man I didn't even mention how Julia is both a foil for Ashley and a lookalike #he both chose a girl completely different from her (mfer's compensating) and someone who reminds him of her

[bimbobaggins69]

I saw you did someone’s request and I had to put mine in! Eddie being behind in class and the top of the class cheerleader reader is told to tutor Eddie and it somehow ends in them fucking between the bookshelves of the library, please? 🥺

Meet me in the library

Eddie Munson x sweet cheerleader fem!reader

⚠️warnings: SMUT 18+MDNI, playing never have I ever, Eddie has a slight corruption kink, dirty talk, public sex, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m—receiving), unprotected p in v sex, cream pie, all of my “sweet and innocent or virgin” girlies are always undercover freaks, it’s hard for me to write for super innocent characters since well, I’m not.

A/N: I was recently rewatching st and realized a lot of the kids reference failing Spanish, so I thought that could be the subject Eddie needs help with in this, as I don’t see that much in other fics. Anyway, thank you to whoever sent in this request. Hope you like it <3

Today, was not your day. You had woken up 15 minutes late, missed the bus, did not have time to eat anything but a granola bar and to top it off; Tyler in first period, sent you one of his weekly pervy notes, that read: “You’re so hot, my zippers falling for you.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you crumbled the paper to throw away on your way out, to second period.

As you walk into Mrs. Burtons Spanish class, the vanilla air freshener sitting on her desk, wafting through the air. You take a seat in the middle and begin taking out your text book.

“Buenos Dias, clase.” Her inability to roll her tongue, peaking through her sentence.

“Buenos Dias, Mrs. Burton.” You and a few other pupils, say back.

“Please take out your Spanish 1, text books and turn to page 24.” As you move to open your book with the rest of the class, the classroom door is pulled open. Eddie Munson walks in, without a care in the world that he’s late. Choosing the open seat right next to you, he plops down. The smell of weed, hitting your nose. Clearly smoking before class was more important.

No wonder he’s a super duper senior - you thought to yourself

You usually try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but you’ve had a shit day and thus, no filter. You don’t dislike Eddie, you’ve had multiple classes with him throughout your high school career and even though you both have never really had a full on conversation, you’ve still never bought the crap this town says about him.

“So nice of you to join us, Señor Munson.” Spits Mrs. Burton, face adorned with the fakest of smiles

“Uh, I forgot my book in my van, sorry.” He says while slumping down in his chair

“Mmhm” Mrs. Burtons continues while rolling her eyes and turning towards the chalk board

“Psst, what page are we on?” You hear being whispered in your direction

You turn toward it, not sure if the questions is directed at you or someone else. As you turn your head towards the leather jacket wearing metal head, you notice his eyes trained on you, eyebrows lifted as if to say “hello?”

“Oh um, page 24.” You whisper back

“Thanks, Pom poms.” He says with a wink

Your face instantly blooming a rosy pink— Eddie notices as he throws you a cocky smirk.

You bury your head in your text book as Mrs. Burton explains the difference between “los padres and el padre”

After Mrs. Burton dismisses the class, and you’re packing up your belongings. She sets her sights on you.

“Y/L, Munson? Can I have a word with you both, before you go?” Her eyes darting from yours to Eddie’s

“Sure” you both say in unison, although your tones were anything but similar

You put the purple straps of your backpack on your shoulders, while Eddie haphazardly slings one strap over his. Bag zipped halfway.

You both walk up to Mrs. Burtons desk, side by side. Eddie looked annoyed, like he had better things to be doing, while you always did your best to be polite.

“Y/N, I wanted to ask. Since you are my best student, if you wouldn’t mind tutoring Eddie, here? If he passes these next two tests, they will count for half of his grade, if he can bump his F up to at least a C, he can finally pass my class.”

She says, all while side eyeing Eddie. His jaw clenching through her proposal. You couldn’t help feeling bad for the way he was treated, by peers and teachers alike. You wondered how it must feel to have your teachers give up on you. You would probably stop caring, too.

Before your thoughts could carry on, Mrs. Burton begins talking again.

“So, what do you say?” Her eyes pleading for a yes, she clearly wants him out of her class.

You look over again at Eddie, the action making your tummy fill with butterflies. Having to be in close proximity to him, most likely alone. You couldn’t tell if the nerves were from intimidation or infatuation.

You’d find out soon.

“Yeah, of course. I’d love to help!” Words coming out way too enthusiastic in comparison to how you were internally feeling.

“Okay, excellent.” She says as she sits down in her seat to begin grading papers.

She looks up at you and Eddie through her lashes “you both are free to go.” She says with a tight lipped smile

Eddie is the first one to make his way out the door. Exhaling a breath he’d been holding.

“So, when and where do you wanna meet up?” He says through gritted teeth, face impassive as his eyes flicker to yours.

“Meet me in the library, after school.” You say as you turn on your heel and head to third period.

The day dragged on, until finally the last bell rang out. You made your way to your locker. Exchanging some of your text books for ones you’d need to help you study that night.

As you swing your locker shut, your thoughts interrupted by a figure leaning up against the next locker over.

“Hola, pom poms.” Eddie says with a smirk, your widened eyes turn squinted as you return the smile.

“I thought we were meeting in the biblioteca?”—You inquire

“The what?” He says as he reads your face for the answer

Oh lord, you had your work cut out for you.

“Biblioteca means library in Spanish, Eddie.” You say with a giggle

“Mm, no yeah, I-I knew that.” His smirk drops, as he swallows. Addams apple bobbing at the motion.

“Sure you did. So do you wanna lead the way, or do you need directions?” You say with no bite to your words, purely a joke.

“Oh, low blow, princess!” He says as he puts his hand over his heart. “All have you know, I’ve been to the library once or twice before.” He smirks while looking back at you.

The butterflies in your stomach returning, ten fold.

As you both shuffle into the library, it was mostly empty. Most of your peers have already headed home for the day. You both find a nice secluded table towards the back shelves. Away from the judging eyes of Mrs. Westin, the grumpy old librarian who loves to tell people to be quiet, even when their voices are just above a whisper. You knew Eddie could be loud, witnessing his little outburst in the cafeteria and in classes you both have shared together, through the years.

As you reach the furthest table; you remove your backpack, taking out your text book along with some paper and a pencil. Meanwhile Eddie slams his body into his seat, slumping down and spreading his legs out as he crosses his arms against his chest. You can feel him watching you as you turn to the page your next test was going to be on.

“Are you going to keep staring at me? Or are you going to get your text book and writing utensils out, so we can study?” You ask as you uncomfortably shift in your seat, his gaze doing nothing to ease the butterflies flapping around your belly.

“I’d rather study you, princess.” He says as he brings his chin towards his chest, looking at you through his lashes. Big doe eyes roaming your chest, neck and face as he brings his bottom lip behind his top teeth to bite. Finally his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but to get lost in them.

What was he doing to you?

You were hardly boy crazy, basking in the fact that you never took any of these boys serious. School always came first. That’s not to say you haven’t dated or had fun, you certainly have but you knew graduating and getting the hell outta this soul sucking town was the real object of your desires.

But Eddie was making you feel ways you’ve never felt, ways you didn’t even know were physically possible for you.

You bring your thoughts to a halt, as your eyes quickly find solace in the page in front of you.

“Text book, Eddie?” You say, with a tone you weren’t familiar hearing from yourself.

“I-I didn’t bring it. Is it cool if we just share?” He stands up and makes his way around the table to plop in the chair, beside you. Mirroring the same slouch and spread legs, as earlier. Not even waiting to hear your answer.

“Sure, why not.” You whisper to yourself as you continue looking over the page, trying to gage what lesson you wanted to work on first.

Eddie sits up and scoots his chair closer to you, elbow touching yours. Sending something as easily described as electricity, coursing through your body. You begin to move uncomfortably in your seat again. Eddie, watching you closely out the side of his eyes.

He was purposely trying to throw you off, and it was working. You close your text book and look up at him, while you scoot back in your chair. Eddie moves back a bit too, eyes widening as he thinks you’re going to get up and walk away from him and his antics.

“How about we put off studying for a day and I don’t know, talk?” You say as you collect your book and utensils to put back in your backpack.

“Talk? What would you like to talk about, poms?”

“My name is y/n, not Poms not Pom Poms just y/—n. Okay?” You snap, although the nickname was kinda cute coming from him, you’d prefer to be called your real name.

Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.

“Y/n, right. Sorry.” He says as he begins nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, why don’t we get to know each other a little bit? Maybe that way you can get more comfortable with me and then it’ll be a little easier to study.” You’d much rather talk to him anyway, see what’s going on under that beautiful, luscious head of hai— nope, no. Don’t even finish that thought.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, smirk adorning his full pink lips

“I’d love nothing more than to get to know you, princess..” smirk growing wider

Okay, so much for wanting him to call me by my name. Cause if it’s between that and princess, princess wins. Hands down.

“How about we make it interesting?” Face full of mischief

You could tell that face was going to be nothing but trouble, but you couldn’t help the intrigue it brought you.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?” You ask, trying your best to be impartial.

“Have you ever played, never have I ever?”

“I mean, a couple times at a sleep over and once at a house party, but that involved alcohol.” You say as your heart thumps out of your chest. You remember those questions being anything but innocent. The middle of the library probably not the best place for this. But, you also thought it could be fun.

“Right, well unfortunately for us, we don’t have any. So maybe we can just put a finger down, instead.” Disappointment in his voice “Okay, you start.” He says with a motion of his hand.

“Never have I ever… ditched school.” You wanted to start off small and work your way to the good stuff

Eddie puts his finger down, with an exhale of his breath.

“Okay, princess. Let’s play fair.” He snorts out with a chuckle

“Never have I ever, had a one night stand.” He says with a cocky smirk, as he puts a finger down. Eyes trained on you, as he waits for your answer

You shake your head, as you nervously play with your fingers in your lap.

He’s just jumping right in, okay.

Eddie nods his head as he laughs to himself, as if to say “I knew it.”

“Never have I ever… Um, broken a bone.” You put a finger down, remembering 6th grade and your bright pink cast you had to wear for a whole a year.

Eddie barks out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“No, no, no sweetheart. Dirty questions only.” He says with a smug smile

“Why? I meant get to know as in little details of each other’s lives, not sexually.” You whisper the last word, making Eddie roll his eyes

“C’mon princess, this is so much more interesting.” He whines

“Okay, fine. Never have I ever had sex in a car.” You say as you put a finger down

Eddie’s eyes widen at the new information. He thought you were a virgin, miss Virgin Mary in the flesh. You had unexpectedly surprised him.

“Mm, that’s what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He says smug smirk still adorning his face

“Never have I ever, had a threesome.” He puts another finger down, as your eyes widen at the fact.

“You’ve had a threesome? With who?” You ask, tone in disbelief

“It was a friend and some girl.” He answers

“With another guy?” The thought making your thighs close, as you swallow down the curiosity plaguing your mind.

Eddie just nods his head, as he looks at you. Awaiting your next revelation.

“Never have I ever, kissed a member of the same sex?” You couldn’t help it, you were curious.

Eddie side eyes you, he knows exactly what you’re doing. He puts his finger down, as you mirror him. Having made out with your best friend at a few of your sleepovers.

That was totally normal, wasn’t it?

You and Eddie, both clearly surprised by the others answer.

“Oh, so miss goody two shoes is actually just a secret bad girl. Having sex in cars and kissing girls? Mm, I like this version much better.” He snickers

You roll your eyes, but can’t help but laugh along.

“Okay, okay” Eddie begins “never have I ever… had sex in public? Car sex doesn’t count.” He continues

“How does that not count? It’s literally in public.”

“I mean in a public place; a park, a gas station, a library?” He says leaning closer to you as he whispers the last part.

Your face heats up at the thought of Eddie, fucking you against one of these bookshelves. Before you could think about the words, they’re already leaving your mouth.

“Nope, can’t say I’ve ever had the privilege of getting fucked in a library.”

Eddie’s eyes darken and his jaw tics at your language. He’s never even heard you cuss before, not even a damn or hell. He was loving that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. Although he did very much want to corrupt you, he thinks it’ll be easier now.

“Well, do you want to?” He asks, big eyes staring into your souls as he licks his lips.

“Um, I-I don’t know.” You stammer

Of course I do! I want you to do whatever you want to me— your brain betrays you, with its horny thoughts. God, it hasn’t been that long. Has it?

“Just say the word, princess. We can change that, if that’s something you’d like.” He says, voice not matching the sexual undertones of the conversation. He sounded so sweet and understanding. Like if you said no, he totally wouldn’t pressure you. He’d just go about his day, like nothing was even said. And that, makes you want him even more.

Your voice feels stuck in your throat. How do you tell him you do, really, really want that without sounding like a slut? I mean clearly, he was one but you don’t know if you’d like to be looked at in that light.

“It’s cool, don’t sweat it. We’ll just get back to stud-“ finally you find your voice, you have to just say it, own it. Who cares, you want Eddie. You want him to fuck you and that doesn’t make you any less than anyone else.

“N-No, I um” you sit up straighter as you try to say the rest of your sentence with more confidence “I want you to fuck me.” You say as you look him directly in the eyes.

His smile beams, as he rubs his chin in deliberation. As if, trying to grasp at the fact that, Hawkins sweetest and most innocent cheerleader just asked him to fuck her in the library. This was better than Christmas. Hell, christmas and his birthday combined. He couldn’t wait to get a little taste of your sweetness, he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time either.

“Okay, anything you want princess.” He whispers as he put his large ringed hand on your thigh. Rubbing up to the hem of your green and yellow cheer skirt. Goosebumps spreading all over your thighs at the coldness of his rings. You squeaked at the gesture.

“Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby I’m just g’na get you nice and ready for me, is that okay? Get that pussy, all nice and dripping for me? Huh?” He whispers closer to the shell of your ear. You bite your lip at his filthy words. Rosy cheeks making another appearance.

He moves his hand up higher, grabbing at the fat of your upper thigh and letting out a low growl, as if that really turned him on. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you began looking back towards the front of the library, trying to make sure you wouldn’t get caught and suffer the wrath of Mrs. Westin.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. I won’t let us get caught, okay?” He says as he grabs your chin and turns your head back to look at him. As you take in his face, you notice his eyes trained on your lips. He wanted to kiss you, so without thinking twice you move in closer, closing the space between you both. He watches you and realizes what you’re doing. He begins to completely close it, by putting his lips on yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, until his other hand grabs the back of your head, pulling you even closer. He slips his tongue past your lips as he entangles it with yours, the kiss now needy and passionate. His hand continuing to skate up your skirt, until he reaches your panty covered slit. He can feel just how soaked he’s made you.

“Fuck, you always this wet when you tutor dumbasses, like me?” He laughs, but his self deprecation pulls at your heart strings.

“You’re not a dumbass, Eddie. Don’t talk like that about yourself.” You say shyly, but voice full of tenderness, a tenderness eddie was not use to.

“What? You care about me now? I got your pussy wet, so you think you give a shit about me? Is that it?” He says, but his tone was anything but mean. It was more teasing, something about it made your sex throb and your panties soak up more of your juices.

“N-no, I just don’t think you’re a dumbass. I think, you don’t apply yourself in things that don’t interest you. I think, if you would actually let me help you, and make it interesting enough, you could pass in no time. I’ve worked with dumbasses, you Eddie are not one.” You continue

Eddie’s never been great at taking compliments or receiving love, so he does the only thing he can think of in that moment that doesn’t include any talking. Smashing his lips back into yours with a deep set growl, it’s wet and sloppy, you want more.

And just as if he was reading your mind, Eddie slips your cotton panties to the side, and brings a ringed finger up your slit to collect the wetness. You open your legs wider, as Eddie smirks into the sloppy kiss. He begins rubbing at your little bundle of nerves, and you’re so in the moment that you can’t help but moan out, immediately moving your face into your elbow to cover it up with a cough. Eddie throws his head back in laughter, at that. He can’t take how fucking cute you are. It’s driving him, crazy!

Before you can collect yourself from that embarrassing moment, Eddie plunges a finger into your dripping hole, as he brings your face back to kiss him, trying to conceal your moans.

Finally, he removes his hand from your panties as he whispers in your ear. “Cmon, let’s go find a more private place, for this.” He stands and holds his hand out for you to take, you put your smaller hand in his, as he guides you to the book shelves even further back. You would have to hurry, as the library will be closing soon, but luckily you have more than enough time to spare. You’ve been stuck in this library multiple times to study, so you know about what time, Mrs. Westin comes around to start telling students to, pack it up.

As you follow Eddie behind the bookshelf that reads “science fiction.” He pulls you over and gently puts your back up against the shelves, a couple books digging into your back, but you didn’t mind.

“You sure you still wanna do this, baby?” He asked with such softness, you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yes, I do Eddie.” You whisper to him as you hold his gaze

His smile was infectious. He brought his hands up to your waist, grabbing at the flesh and then rubbing down towards the fat of your ass, grabbing two handfuls.

“Such a pretty ass, I can’t help myself every time I see you, baby. I just gotta look.” He whispers into your ear, making you shiver in excitement.

“I can’t do everything I’d like to do to you, here. But I’m g’na give you a little taste, until next time. How’s that sound?” His voice so silky and smooth. You nod your head, as your eyes water. The anticipation was making you mad, you needed Eddie right then and there.

But the promise of a next time, made the butterflies in your stomach explode.

You didn’t care, you needed him in your mouth. No more waiting. You turn him around and push him up against the same shelf you were just standing against, as you drop down to your knees. Eddie’s eyes bulging out of his head.

“Holy shit.” He whispered to himself

You begin working at his button and zipper, pulling his black jeans and red checkered boxers to his knees. His dick springing out and tapping your cheek. Now, it was your eyes that were bulging out of your head. You knew Eddie’s cocky attitude probably solidified the fact that he was packing, but not like this. He was porn star big.

“Mm, open up baby. Open that pretty little mouth for me.” He says as he grabs his pretty pink cock in one hand, tapping it against your mouth. The pre cum being smeared on your top and bottom lip.

You open and take the head of him, into your mouth and suck. “Fuck” you hear from above you. Taking more into your mouth inch by inch as you reach the middle, not able to fit his whole length in at a time. He grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail and whispers “I know you can take more baby, cmon just a little bit more.” And the desperation in his voice does nothing but make you want to obey.

So you continue taking more of him into your mouth, until your nose brushes against the tuft of curls situated at the bottom of his shaft. You can hear him making gasps and groans above your head, so you move your eyes to focus on the metalhead above you. The knuckle of his thumb between his teeth, as he bites down. Trying to hide his moans from being heard, from across the dead library.

You want nothing more than to hear him, his groans and mules and praises. But as he said, you’ll save that for another day.

He gently pulls your hair, as if to silently tell you to get up on to your feet. You stand back up, drool covering your lips and tears staining your cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby.” He says as he bites at his lip, and uses his finger to wipe up a stray tear. “Come here.” He grabs the small of your back pushing your chest into his, as he kisses you, pulling your skirt up to reveal your baby pink cotton panties. He smiles as his eyes take in the wet spot, just for him.

He moves you further down to another book shelf, as he pushes you back up against it. Grabbing your left leg and hiking it up around his waist, as he digs back under your skirt to move your panties to the side. Taking his cock in one hand. He spreads your arousal all over the tip before it begins breeching your tight hole.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be tight but holy shit.” He gasps

He continues moving in, deeper and deeper. Inch by inch.

You moan out into his ear, something only for you and him to hear, as he begins fucking into you, stretching you out and stuffing you whole. He speeds up as your pussy begins to stretch wider for him. You’re both moaning into each others mouths, ears and necks as he fucks you better than you’ve ever been fucked. Your toes curling in your white ked sneakers. Head thrown back, against the book shelf as he hits that spot so deep inside you. Your pussy begins to flutter around him, making him fuck into you harder. You knew if Mrs. Westin were to come and check on you both, she’d immediately know what was going on. The thought making your pussy flutter even more.

You moan out as you look into Eddie’s eyes.

“Right there. Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Is that your spot, baby? Fuck yeah, I’m not stopping. Not until your cumming all over this cock.” 

He was so close but he needed you to finish first. Taking his ringed fingers and bringing them to your lips, you open up and begin sucking on ‘em. Getting them nice and wet. He moves them between your bodies as he reaches your clit, wet fingers drawing circles over the sensitive bud. Making your vision go white and your legs shake.

“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming, Eddie.” You screech out.

“Fuck, so am I. Where do you want it?.” He says as he throws his head back, hair falling beautifully behind his shoulders as he drives his cock harder into you, almost animalistic.

“Inside, please cum inside me.” You cry out

The suggestion and desperation in your voice tipping him over the edge as he releases, white hot ropes inside of your fucked out cunt.

Eddie’s face falls into your neck as he holds on to your hips, you both catching your breathes. Coming down from the best high of your life.

“Damn, yeah we’re definitely g’na have more fun, next time.” He says as he kisses your lips, and pulls away to stuff himself back into his jeans.

You fix your panties and smooth out your skirt as you, and Eddie begin making your way back to the table.

Eddie grabs you by the waist and brings you back towards him, as he notices you begin to close back into yourself. “Hey, that was okay, right? I wasn’t too rough or anything?” He says, he really had a way of making you feel cared for.

“It was perfect, Eddie. I can’t wait to do it again.” You smile as you grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, not caring to fix it properly.

Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, kissing you on the crown of your head. “Let me walk you out to your car.” He offers

“Oh, thank you. What a gentleman.” You joke

You both make your way out of the library, Mrs. Westin side eyeing you both until you walk out of the library, in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, so can I get your number or something?” Eddie says as he leans against your car and opens your door up for you.

“Yeah, sure.” You say back as you rip a piece of paper out of your journal and bring out a pen. Writing your number as you fold it up and hand it to him. He opens it, smiling at your name with a little heart right next to it.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later?” He asks as he leans in, to give you one more peck to your lips.

“Yeah Eddie, I’ll talk to you later.” You say as you climb into your car.

Holy shit, you just fucked Eddie in the library and you’re going to do it again.

Thank you for reading! 💞

Comments and reblogs are appreciated

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie stranger things

[octuscle]

You open for asks?... I'm tired of moving from one startup business idea to the next. I'm tired of all the hipster coffee shit. I just want to make something with my hands. Drinking straight up filter coffee. Somewhere in nature if possible. Can you help me out?

At mid-20s, aren't you a little young for a midlife crisis? But I can understand you very well. Starting the day by spending an hour in the bathroom styling yourself to look as unstyled as possible, then ordering a Flat White with almond milk and a sugar- and gluten-free croissant. And then spending four hours philosophizing with other equally important and unsuccessful people about why you actually deserve to knock Google, Facebook and the like off their thrones.

Nevertheless, you order another Flat White and a croissant. But the coffee machine is broken. You can have a black coffee. Or a water. You take the coffee. The wifi doesn't work either. So you take a daily newspaper. But the only one available is The Tennessean. What are you supposed to do with the newspaper here in Seattle? Anyway, if that's the only option…

You start with the sports section. It's the only thing you're really interested in. But both the Titans and the Predators are a sad sight these days. You look around the cafe. All city slickers. You can't see those tattoos anymore. What are these sissy kids thinking? If you get a tattoo, you become a real guy? Probably not… Never was your thing. Costs a lot of money. The only decoration your muscles need are the hairs on them… And while we are on the subject of hair. Who actually tells people that what they call hairstyles is somehow pretty. Old Curt has been cutting your hair every two to three months since you were four years old. a good neat haircut.

You're getting tired of all this. Cap on your head and off to your pickup. Nashville's just too big for you, you've got to get out of here. Quickly pick up the bags of fertilizer and then back to the farm. Your old folks are probably waiting for you. And before it gets dark, you should take a look at the broken water pump.

It's good to be out in the fresh air again. And to pump the good air into your lungs and muscles. And shit, tomorrow morning you'll finally look forward to a breakfast with fried eggs and bacon again, not that crap like the hippsters eat.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #wife beater

[pyromegalomaniac]

How would you feel about writing a Wally Darling x GN reader first kiss fic. I think it could be cute.

Such a simple but such a potential filled prompt, goldenwarefox... Honestly, I think it might just be a bit too open if anything!! So many ways it could go!! I'll sure as heck do my best to make a nice little story!! Enjoy!!

(♡˙︶˙♡)

Honeycrisp Blossoms🍎🌸

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The ground was soft underfoot as I walked hand in hand and side by side with my fairly new boyfriend and neighbor, Wally Darling.

There were trees that stretched out in every direction all around us, but they were spaced out evenly so that there was about three or so feet between them.

It was almost like a sprinkling of snow on the ground, if snow had a soft pink tint to it. The apple blossom petals lay on the grass, not minding a bit as we stepped on them.

I closed my eyes and stretched up my face to feel the warm sunlight filtering in through the leaves and dappling the ground.

"I can see why you like coming here," I sighed, the sweet springtime air welcoming itself politely to me, smelling like joy and life.

"I'm so very glad you like it, y/n," Wally replied.

I could feel his grip on my hand and my grin became a little wider, my feet a little lighter.

And oddly enough, my stomach became a little tighter.

I stopped walking.

"Let's sit for a while and watch the petals fall," I said, opening my eyes and looking at Wally.

As I expected, he was looking right back at me, and he nodded. Keeping my hand in his, he sat down on the grass, his back against one of my many apple trees, and I followed.

"I do believe I could sit here forever and not get up," he said in that slow monotonous voice of his, that somehow dripped with sweetness.

"Especially if you're here with me," he smiled, making my face warm.

I looked away, hoping he didn't notice. My brain raced to come up with a response, and I eventually was able to mutter out "uh... thanks. You too."

Oh nice going, y/n. I'm sure he thought that one was real intelligent.

He laughed his adorable halting laugh, and I tried to keep from getting any stupider. I turned my attention to the beautiful scene spread out before me.

Taking a deep breath in to both steady myself and because it was hard not to when the situation seemed so dream like, I leaned against Wally's shoulder, and he put his head on mine.

I put my head down on top, completing our sickly-sweet sandwich.

I could just barf, we were so cute.

Instead of doing that, though, I just enjoyed the flowers and the silent company of my partner.

I couldn't tell you how long it'd been, but after a while I picked my head up. I didn't know why.

Wally picked up his own head off my shoulder, turning to face me.

"What is it, my y/n?"

"I... I don't know."

I really didn't.

I wanted something, but I didn't know how to articulate it into words. I didn't even know what I wanted. Instead of saying anything else I just stared at him like a dumbass.

He stared back in that dopey way he always did, seemingly content to just do that.

And I started leaning forward, closing my eyes...

Wow.

Wow wow wow.

His lips were soft and yielding, and I could feel the smile he held them in.

I put my hand on his cheek, then the other, and he put his on top of mine, leaning back a little and giving me full control.

We sat there for a moment, though it felt like a million years. But when I finally pulled back I realized it'd been far far too short.

I opened my eyes wide in surprise.

"Crap... did... did I just do that?"

Wally's smile widened in playfulness, and he laughed again.

"Why yes, y/n. I would say you did," he chuckled.

I just stared at him stupidly.

"You wouldn't, perchance, care to do it again, would you?"

"Um... no, I think I'd like that."

And I did. I did like it.

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This turned out pretty cute, I think! Like I said, there were so many possibilities, so I was a bit stuck on the story, but I tried to focus mostly on the scenery, and I think that worked. Thanks again for requesting this, goldenwarefox!! I had fun writing this, and I look forward to more in the future!! Much love!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

#Pyro does ficlets #pyro does requests #pyro writes #welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x reader ficlet

[eudikot]

HxH Video Game Headcanon

I was falling asleep when my brain started listing out games that the HxH characters would enjoy playing so here we go



Leorio: Medical games like Surgeon Simulator and Bio inc.: Redemption or Strategy/Brain games. As a med student he would enjoy the learning aspect of medical games in regards to the fact that he would constantly critique them on their methods and accuracy, while trying to play them in the most professional way possible.

Kurapika: He would enjoy the story of a game more than its actual game play. His favorite stories are those where the player got wronged somehow and you are out to fix it, such as Mario, Genshin Impact, and Red Dead Redemption. Bonus points if the game ends up having a lot of fighting.

Gon: Minecraft, Stardew Valley, and any game that involves fishing and animals. He would enjoy the laid-back nature and the ability to progress as you wish, because he will be spending all day fishing and befriending the animals. A little bit of fighting monsters is also fun but doesn’t have to be a main part of the game. He wants to play a game his way, not be forced down a narrow path.

BONUS

Ging: I was going to say he doesn't play games but I forgot there's an entire arc dedicated to a game that he made. He'd enjoy open world exploration games like Skyrim, Elden Ring, etc. (Minecraft and Genshin would also fall under this). He'd like a bit of story that you can choose to follow, but would be the kind of player that unlocks everything first and tries to figure out the lore of places like ruins and strange creatures without the game's story telling him directly first.

Pariston: Facebook mom games like Candy Crush. Anything that he can play at full volume and annoy the crap out of anyone in proximity. What's worse is that he's actually good at the games and casually makes sure everyone else knows too. If it's not that, then any meme game like Fortnight and Roblox where he can troll kids.

Hisoka: He'd play those dating adventure games that you get ads for all the time: Episode, The Arcana, Dream Daddy, Huniepop, you get the gist. The more nsfw the better.

Illumi: Neko Atsume. Tell me that man doesn't sit there and stare at this phone screen, making you think that he's playing something gorey or horror when in reality it's actually just collecting cats.

Alluka: She's the opposite of Illumi. You'd think that she'd sit there playing cute little dress-up games or whatever was available on girlsgogame, but no. She's sitting in the dark, moonlight filtering through the window, closet wide open, blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she plays FNAF, White Noise, and any kind of horror game she can get her hands on. No one knows because she never screams during a game. Not one has gotten her frightened yet.

Mureum: Civilization, Surviving Mars, Armello, any kind of strategy and colonization/taking over rule game that exists. The more complicated the game the better. He'd play them until he figured out the best way to win, and then he'd use that strategy until he is number 1 on the leaderboard (if it is a multi-player game). Then he'd never touch it again and move onto the next thing.

#leorio #leorio paladiknight #hxh kurapika #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter #ging freecss #pariston hill #hisoka #illumi zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #meruem #Even though it was 1am I had to write this down or else it would never get out of my head #I forgot how many different types of games there were even though I've played at least half of these

[ashersanity]

Hi Pookie!!! (´• ω •`)ﾉ How've you been! I hope you're doing well and things have looked up for you, I've missed our brief but sweet interactions! ( 〃．．) I've been clicking in to read some of your rambles every so often, and the rate you churn out writings is something I can't fathom! Also, I know you said your dms are open, but i'm a tinge shy and awful at starting conversations, but I just wanted to return the gesture as well and let you know that mine are open if you ever wish to chat, or if you want/need someone to talk to! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ Giving you a little peck on the head, stay healthy and have a belated happy new year!!

POOKIE ANON!! Know you’re not on anon but I still do like to call you by that name if it doesn’t bother you. So have I. Every rare times that you send an ask in my inbox, im always happily answering back in a short amount of times compared to other ones since it just feels like a short, refreshing break from this chaos of a blog. I don’t know what to call it, guess your asks just have a calming effect on me however weird that sounds.

Happy to know that your DM’s are also open and that im free to drop by to chat though im just as equally awkward when it comes to starting conversations, mostly being overly polite that I just sound like a robot. Wouldn’t want to be a bother either. Y’know this might sound really, really weird with the few interactions that we’ve had only through asks but you’re actually one of the few people on tumblr that I genuinely wanna befriend. Like a friend crush or something. I just wanna be your friend so bad or something and that means a lot. (I rarely get ‘em, even rarer online. I find most people to be disinteresting.) Sorry if this comes off as too forward or being too upfront about it. You just seem so nice.

Yeah, I wouldn’t necessarily call it writing, more like ramblings since it’s like slapping my disorganized thoughts onto the screen but somehow people are reblogging my crap, tagging it #writing and #fics so I guess that’s how they see it in their eyes. That leads me to say that I’ve been getting pretty burnt out lately so I’ve decided to take a break from writing and this blog in general considering it feels more like a chore than for actual fun anymore, not originally how I’ve started. It might’ve been due to the sudden spike in followers and unexpected attention that I now feel obligated to entertain just for the sake of entertaining and I feel dissatisfied with myself.

Most of the things that are to be posted from now on are all queued unless they’re recent asks that im going to be answering if im really interested. I guess this is to say that I’ll be inactive and it’ll purely be reblogs or queued posts. Not to say I won’t come on tumblr sometimes to filter through some things but I just won’t be churning out content like this anymore.

Apologies for the overly long ramble, just needed to get that one out and you somehow hit right on the nail with the offhand comment of my quick posts. Thanks for checking up on me regardless even when you could’ve just left it at that despite it all, it’s very sweet. I hope the very same for you, read your about me status that you weren’t doing so well and I want you to know that it’s all the same for me, always here to listen if you ever need to talk.

Happy belated new year. :)

#q #queued post #this post is queued too.. #fucking ironic #YOU’VE COME BACK!! #quite sorry if you find what I said #as coming too strong #get attached to sweet people too easily #my weakness #yeah… #pookie anon #asher gets asks #asher mutters incoherently under his breath

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Updates and Announcements

Wow I haven't done one of these in a while so I think it might be best to do one, right?

First and foremost, welcome to the new followers! I haven't had a chance to welcome you guys in some time. But I appreciate you being here! I hope that whatever it was that helped you to decide that I was worth following continues to happen!

Lets talk about a few things. Remember when I said I was going to move all of my 18+ work over to an after dark page? Well that happened forever ago and I NEVER posted on it again. I made pretty banners and everything for my masterlist and nothing came from it. SO after thinking long and hard about it, I will be deleting that blog altogether and moving everything back over here.

But Dom, what about the Minors that follow you? You see, I thought about it. I thought about just deleting the few fics I have and just moving on, but that feels like a lot like book burning and I'd rather not. So while I can put up several warnings and tag the living crap out of that fic, I can't stop them from ignoring all that.

But to ease my conscious a bit, here are some tags that I'll be using for all things of age. #babies not included #18+ #Dom's trash If you are currently under age, I'd greatly appreciate you adding these to your filters! Thanks!

With that being said, fics like Business or Pleasure and What the Future Holds will be added to the Masterlist here. BoP was simply linked to the afterdark page and thankfully I don't have to repost that. Cause I would absolutely hate to lose all those notes. What the Future Holds will need to be reposted since I'll be deleting the blog it's currently attached to.

I'll be adding a legend to my masterlists. That way it's a little easier to figure out what's what before clicking on them. I used to do this in the very beginning but somehow managed to stop. So that will be starting back up again.

Let's talk fics, next! In case you haven't noticed, some fics have a '-discontinued-' notice right next to it. For the time being, I will NOT be completing those fics. Its not that I don't want to finish them-especially with some close to the end-its just i have no motivation to finish them. Maybe one day I will come back to them. ALSO! SEQUELS! Many requests and comments have been about sequels. Second parts don't always get the same attention as the first. I've been so grateful that Phantom has been getting as much interaction as it has been. But that's because of all of the interactions it had been getting. So what I'm getting at is that I won't be continuing a fic if the interaction is low on it. I'm always happy to make a second part of something, so long as its getting notes. So be sure to interact with your favorites if you want to see it get a second part to it.

Interest Posts will be happening at some point again. I of course want you guys to be enjoying the things I post. I know there has been some notice that I've fully been focusing on Phantom a lot more than anything else. It honestly goes back to the interaction it is getting that is fueling my writing muse for it. So again, be sure to interact with the fics you like.

Remember These Violent Delights? As much as I loved Adriana, she didn't seem to be accepted here on tumblr like I hoped she would and I had eventually taken down that series. So now I wanna give that series another shot as a reader insert. I've been working on it a bit behind the scenes and I hope that this fic will have a better comeback as a reader insert than an OC. Posting dates for that will come soon!

Requests are OPEN! So send in those requests! Incase you need a reminder on who and what I write for, here is a quick list!

Fandoms: The Vampire Diaries Universe Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters I write for: Elijah Mikaelson * Klaus Mikaelson Kol Mikaelson Damon Salvatore Jackson Kenner Tony Stark Loki Steve Rogers Bucky Barnes* I can write for others if the inspiration is there as well! *Indicates most read/requested fics, along with a larger quantity of fics available to read

I believe that is all I have for now. If you stuck around this long, Thank you so much for doing so and I look forward to interacting more with you guys!

#Updates and Announcements #Dom makes an announcement #Dom gives updates

[neverchecking]

Teba and Saki have those parent instincts on Lock. And not just for all four of them but Riju, Yonobo, Revali, and Mipha and Sidon (despite those last two having an actual Dad around.) (Granted they aren't really the 'Primary' parents but still, they will be that older Mom/Dad friend and they will make you feel bad for lying to them. Or for teaching Tulin new swear words.) Daruk is also Dad and Urbosa have achieved Peak Wine Mom/Aunt vibes. And I'm throwing in Dorephan too. He tends to Dad the Champions and Sages too. (*holds him up* I just think he's neat.)

Champ calls him Dad exactly once and Dorephan is in tears. He's so happy with his soon-as-Sidon-Gets-His-Act-Together-son-in-law and He straight up adores his feral in-laws who scare the crap out out of Muzu and their sole source of sense who seeks him out for tea and talks.

The Four lost their parents in the Calamity and came out with a whole pack of parental figures.

Speaking of losing people, I feel Aaliyah more than Sage but he still gets it too occasionally, they also have issues with separating these Champions with the ones who died. Again nothing is held against them, but it still takes everyone a second to readjust when a memory one person has doesn't entirely sync up with another person's memory.

but lets not get distracted by the SadnessTM.

Aaliyah is not literally chained to a bed for the duration of her pregnancy but it is a damn near thing. She's chewing on everyone, left and right. Sage especially.

Tia will abuse both her magic and her surprising buffness to cart off her idiots. They drives her crazy and just wants five minutes, but they are her idiots at the end of the day.

Aaliyah is the favourite purely because she's the only one who stays to listen. Champ just clamped his hands over his ears like a kid (which fair. thats his Person and ew.) while Sage just about turns straight out of the door (which rude. She listened to all your pining!) And they wonder why Aaliyah gets an inch more leeway than they do.

Aaliyah just straight up YEETING the contraceptive into First's face and yelling about she doesn't want to hear shit anymore is hysterical to me because none of the three would have any idea. And Tia is left to awkwardly straight-faced explain that while she appreciates them respecting protocol and all that jazz, please at least hold her hand and stop leaving room for Hylia. Hylia aint done shit for her. And while they don't have to take her straight to her room and leave her boneless for the rest of the day, a little defilement never hurt anyone. Please she will beg if she has too. She did not spend 100 years holding back Ganon just to get cockblocked by her position as Queen. She will wait until marriage if that's what they're comfortable with but, please stop treating her delicately all the fucking time.

(Tia blames Hylia and potentially Sky's Zelda because if she hadn't gotten laid and started the Royal Lineage, then Tia wouldn't be getting cockblocked now.)

(I feel Twilight would be the one to finally snap out of the three since he wasn't raised with the strict rules of Knighthood/ Court Life and just draaaags Tia into his lap before kissing the breath out of her. It's only when Tia dazedly says that on her wedding night, he can have her first that the other two snap into action. Cause ruffled is a very good look on her and they aren't going down without a fight.)

That's probably when the hickeys start showing up and Aaliyah immediately starts going no-filter, Not Safe For Minors, gritty details about her three boys. Tia takes it gracefully (if with a little help from some wine because that's still one of her brothers and because she has memories of exactly what they all get up to in private against her will).

Aaliyah enlists Wild and Cal to help her distract Sage and Champ. Tia is regrettably informed of exactly how Aaliyah enlisted them.

SORRY IM LATE-

Teba and Saki have been training for this <3 They somehow go from having one kid to at least eight. (Dorphan is just another unfortunate parent in all of this FOFBF) They need parents all around to corral the children for a regular bed time. At this point, they are all on the straight in narrow lest they be subject to The Look. Yk the one? Daruk is the dad that's always hugging them and saying how proud he is FNOFBNF Urbosa is the wine mom that talks shit about your classmates with you. (he is so neat) Dorephan absolutely paretns them as well. It's just the dad in him.

Champ is never allowed to call him anything else from that point on. It was a trap all along. He brought Dorephan two new kids what are you talking about? Sure they bite a little but Muzu has been blissfully quiet since they showed up. So who is he to complain? Especially when Tia comes with them.

LITERALLY THOUGH- These guys are like reverse imprinting on EVERYONE-

Aaliyah for sure does, especially with the Sheikah of Tia's time. She is such a shaky person that it makes it hard sometimes to remember that she's...safe, I guess. That these people aren't out to get her. That she'll be okay. When something doesn't line up, you bet it takes a second to just...recombobulate. Sage does it too, but Aaliyah has to catch herself much more often.

FBFBF They have the potential for so much sadness it's actually kind of funny. But actually kinda sad.

THEY GET DAMN NEAR CLOSE. NFKONBF Sage contemplates buying a muzzle for a half second because he's probably covered in bitemarks. Like even before she's pregnant, I imagine they could just be like...cuddling and she'll just nibble on a nipple. snack on a tit pec. yk? When she's pregnant, now it's just a form of 'How fucking dare you attempt to chain me up.

Tia being the wrangler is so funny to me nifbf The only reason she hasn't suplexed their ass is bc they are her idiots.

Aaliyah being the favorite will now just live rent free in my brain bc you KNOW Champ is bitter about it, but he just cannot bring himself to listen to it. Sage has no patience for it. At all. He doesn't have it for fungus, so he won't have it for Tia. The only reason he has patience for Aaliyah is bc...well, c'mon, that's aaliyah. That's his girl yk? It's different when it comes to her.

That will not stop them from bitterly glaring at Aaliyah when she rubs it in.

Aaliyah is so done with all of their shit. Doesn't even stick around to explain what it is. She's in and then she's gone to find Sage because she doesn't wanna THINK about anything anymore. Tia is begging at this point for them to do something. Hell, she'll do it if they don't. She did not spend a hundred years waiting for something only for nothing. So either step up or step back. Like, just hold her hand just a little.

(Good people to blame. Bc c'mon. Aaliyah doesn't have to wait. She doesn't have to get cockblocked by no one. Tia is only a little jealous.)

(Twi for sure would be. Idk, it's the country boy in him. He's just a little more ruggish than the others, okay <3 He was holding back because knight one and two told him too, but if the lady wants it, the lady gets it. He's smiling like a maniac when she says that, hogging her bc they snost and they lost. )

Aaliyah is taking this as a challenge. Those two say some of the most downright vile, toe gripping, sheet slicking, gut churning things all with a straight face. These girls have no shits given. (Okay a little shits given, but it's easily fixed with wine. FBKBF It's a mess all around)

Aaliyah being the best girlboss she can be fr fr. Tia can never look at them the same way again.

#cinder rambles #switch au #with aaliyah and tia :)

[sals-sonic]

I wouldn't say I am deep into the proship community because the topics I like are very mild compared to what other proshippers like, and I feel uncomfortable with certain topics like noncon. However I had to make a separate nsfw account to more privacy because a lot of my mutuals in my main account that are good friends to me would hate me and attack me if they knew I like some taboo topics. I feel like a bad and disgusting person for hiding this from them but it's for my own safety :( Is this normal? Do other proshippers do this and also feel this way?

You don't really need to like problematic things to be in the proship community. You could have completely, 100% vanilla tastes and you could still be a proshipper. The basis of it all is that you don't harass people for fictional content that doesn't sit right with you, and that you think people are able to distinguish fiction from reality, rather than believing that they can be brainwashed by a fan fiction into committing crimes. The fiction isn't at fault for abuse, abusers are. Proshippers also frown upon censorship, as censoring problematic content won't make any of the issues antis pretend to care about disappear, but it will suffocate artistic freedom and victims' voices. You don't need to like problematic content to share these beliefs. Blocking and filtering what you dislike is perfectly valid and anyone telling you that you *have* to like things that make you uncomfortable does not have your best interest in mind.

Anyway, I'm very sorry that you feel threatened by people who are supposed to be your friends. It's not normal to constantly walk on eggshells around them because you're afraid of being harassed. The fact that they would turn around and hate you for having fictional/imaginary kinks, whether problematic or not, is not something a friend would do. It's controlling. I don't know you or your friends, but if you feel as if you can't be yourself around them, maybe you should consider distancing yourself from them for your own mental health. No one is disgusting or abnormal for exploring taboos in fantasy. If you tag them and put all the warnings, you should have the freedom to express yourself without feeling ashamed.

I can't talk for every proshipper out there, but for me, I can say that cutting out the toxicity in my internet experience helped me immensely with my own self esteem issues and struggles. I did mention before that my main does not explicitly say I'm a proshipper, but I still do block antis on sight. They are not worth feeling like crap over.

I'm sure that the community is full of ex antis that just couldn't take the constant surveillance and paranoia anymore, and I can't blame them. Fandom isn't about policing people and chastising them, it's about having fun and being yourself, unashamedly.

Thank you for coming forward with your experience, I hope this response was somehow helpful!

#not gonna put the main tags just in case you don't want too much exposure #discourse #my post #ask

[mavia-anon]

Cyberpunk au oneshot with so much worldbuilding that I probably won't do anything with

"You heard about that little vigilante down in tera?" Wilbur asks suddenly.

Techno looks over at the Admin to see him spinning idly in his chair, the holographic screens floating around him remain still as he turns, and Techno knows that even with his enhancements that Wilbur isn't actually paying attention to any of them.

Which is unhelpful when they're supposed to be working. Stuck on desk duty after their fight in the Heights that nearly leveled a building. Techno is of the opinion that it wasn't his fault, the Corp he was fighting told him he wouldn't be able to fling him through concrete. Techno was just proving a point.

Nevertheless, Phil hadn't been happy about it. Dragged all the way to the middle of the Heights for a meeting with Schlatt and as punishment he was not only stuck on desk duty, but stuck with Wilbur as well.

"No." Techno says simply, making a point to turn away from the Admin.

Wilbur, though, is never one to be so easily deterred by such a blatant rejection as he pushes his chair away from his own desk and wheels his way over to Technos.

"You like building shit, I think you'll find this cool."

Techno sighs, despite being an android that doesn't need to breath, he needs Wilbur to feel his exasperation somehow. "I mod weapons, Wil, I don't 'build sh-- crap'. I've told you this before." The way his mouth stutters over the swear just makes him even more frustrated.

Stupid Wilbur and his stupid Admin-ness turning his profanity filter on for some sick joke.

Still undeterred, Wilbur slides a hologram screen in front of Technos face and he quickly scans over the image in front of him only -- much to Wilbur's smug amusement -- to find he is quite interested.

"Are those mechanical wings?" Techno asks. "How are they attatched-- how do they even work?"

Wilbur shrugs taking the holo screen back and wheeling over to his own desk again. "No clue. Kids gotta be some sort of genius. I'm thinking about asking Dadza if we need a new agent."

"If you can ever get him out of his office," Techno says dryly. "It would be good to have an engineer on our team again."

The 'after Sam left us' goes unsaid, but still hangs in the air like a heavy weight.

"No vigilante lasts long down in tera anyway. It's better we get to him before Dream or god forbid Schlatt does."

Wilbur hums and with a flick of his wrist all his holo screens disappear in a flash of light as he pushes himself to his feet.

Techno just watches him go with raised eyebrows, noticing the determined set to Wilbur's shoulders as he walks out of their shared office, probably heading straight for Phil.

With a roll of his eyes Techno turns his attention back to his work. If they do manage to convince this vigilante to join them, Techno'll hardly be able to ask him about his wings if he's chained to this fu--

If he's chained to his desk.

Lights, he really, really hates Wilbur.

#technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #tommyinnit #sbi #drabble #sbi fanfiction #cyberpunk the aesthetic nkt the game btw #ask me about the worldbuilding i dare you (please) #mavias cyperpunk au

[eddysocs]

Harvard Bound — Chapter One (Unintended Connections)

Summary: Claire's summer volunteering to help her recently deceased neighbor's son sort through her things is coming to a close, and her senior year will soon be upon her. What surprises will it have in store?

Word Count: 1,170

Warnings: None

The sun's golden rays filtered through the dusty windows of the late summer afternoon as Claire and Jack rummaged through boxes in the cluttered attic of Jack's late mother's house. They’d been at this task for the last two weeks on and off, and they were finally at the last few boxes of her belongings.

"Hey, Claire, could you pass me that box over there?" Jack called out, pointing towards a stack of cardboard boxes in the corner.

Claire wiped the sweat off her brow and nodded, carefully navigating through the maze of junk. She picked up the box, her muscles straining under its weight, and brought it over to Jack, who wearily began sorting through its contents. There was only so much of his mother's years of accumulated crap he could handle. If it hadn’t been for Claire, he would have just hauled them all out to the side of the road for the garbage truck.

Claire had shown up at his door the first day he got into town, and he was in an awful mood. Somehow, that hadn’t scared her off and she’d offered to help him clean out the place. Said she’d been close with his mother, a neighbor or something. He hadn’t really paid that much attention. While her appearance into his life certainly hadn’t cured him of all of his problems, she had provided a nice distraction from the brunt of them.

During the days upon days that they worked side by side, Claire couldn't help but notice the way Jack's eyes crinkled when he smiled, and his gruff charm that seemed to effortlessly draw her in. She found herself getting lost in their conversations, becoming enraptured at the way his mind worked. She made their time together not all about sadness, mourning and the daunting task before them. Claire brought laughter to the slowly emptying rooms. Over time, their casual acquaintance grew into a comfortable —if unexpected— friendship filled with easy banter.

Summer began to wane and with it the amount of work that needed to be done at Mrs. Griffin's place. Jack's now, she supposed, if he chose to stay. It was a topic he didn’t like to bring up. She hoped he would, however. She’d grown fond of his company.

The first day of her senior year arrived with a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation. Claire woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. Rubbing away the sleep from her eyes, Claire sat up, stretched and got out of bed. The heat of summer still lingered outside, so Claire took advantage of the warm weather and selected her favorite red skirt and the red and white t shirt she got from cheer camp last summer. Admiring her choice in the full length mirror that stood in the corner of her room, Claire smiled, then looked toward her desk. She had the perfect accessories to complete the outfit. She went over and grabbed them, tying the red ribbons into little bows in her long, blonde hair. Perfect.

She then went out to the kitchen, grabbing a banana for her breakfast on the go. Not many high school students were excited to go to school, but Claire was an exception. She thrived at school and could not wait to get back. Her father sat at kitchen table, scrolling through the news on his phone. Claire gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she made her way to the door. "Have a good first day, Claire," he called after her.

"Thanks, dad," she replied, struggling to get her shoes on. Her dad always left her a new pair of red converse sneakers by the door at the start of a new school year. It had been a tradition since she’d started middle school and fell in love with a pair that summer. Finally getting them tied, Claire walked out the front door and adjusted her eyes to the sunlight.

She walked to school most days, even though she had the option to drive now. She’d walk the block to Heather's house, and they’d go the rest of the way together. She’d hardly seen her best friend over the summer and couldn’t wait to catch her up on everything she had planned for this school year.

Heather was just closing her front door when Claire reached the sidewalk in front of her house. "Hey, bestie," Claire greeted. They’d always looked somewhat odd walking the halls together, but people had pretty much accepted that where Claire was, so was Heather. It hadn’t really improved Heather's status in the social hierarchy that was high school politics, but as long as they had each other, neither really cared where they stood in all that.

Their walk was filled with idle chitchat until Whitlock High finally came into view. Claire beamed at the building that she’d spent the last three years in. She knew she was going to miss it when it was all over. It was no good to think of that now. There was still so much ahead of her. Anything could happen this year and she was ready for it all.

When she entered the A.P. Bio classroom, she selected a desk in the front, near the window. She situated her textbook and notebook on the desk, freshly sharpened pencil in between them. Satisfied, she looked up just in time to see a familiar face walking through the door. It was Jack. His eyes widened in surprise at seeing her, mirroring her own.

She suppressed the urge to call his name out of the sheer surprise at seeing him, therefore betraying the fact that they knew each other. Her mind raced with a million thoughts, wondering how the heck she had missed the fact that Jack was going to be her teacher. Talk about a plot twist.

Jack, struggling to conceal his own surprise, played his part as teacher, at least as much as he cared to, which wasn’t a lot. He had his own agenda, and teaching advance placement biology certainly wasn’t on it. It was a challenge to act as though he didn't know Claire, to ignore the familiarity they had shared just days ago, yet he sang about to let that stop him.

Throughout the class, Claire desperately tried to keep her gaze from drifting towards Jack, unable to shake the memories of their time together at his mother's house. She scribbled down various doodles onto a lined sheet of paper, attempting to focus on anything, but her mind wandered back to their conversations, their laughter, and the all the good times they had. All in all, she hadn’t heard a single thing Jack had said all class period.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the class, Claire wasted no time packing up her stuff, desperate to escape the awkwardness she was sure would come. She cast one final glance in Jack's direction, catching his eye briefly, before quickly turning away and exiting the classroom.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-> Chapter Two

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[detroitbecomeonline]

DBH MODDING (9) - MISTAKES WITH MAP SWAPS & MORE TEXTURES

Hello everyone and

Dear Diary

Welcome to this mod diary! In case you missed it, here is my last entry. I had a long break from modding because I went on a road trip with my fiancé. It's currently 24/02/23 and I was hesitant to get back into modding because it takes a LOT of brain power, but in the wise words of Bryan Dechart: "Just care less."

Unfortunately in this entry, I don't have a lot of info to share, but I have some crap that may be useful!

I'll organise my mod diaries a little more so that they're easier to comprehend. I will now keep a list of links at the end of my mod diaries so that they're easy to access.

TOPIC ONE: Map swaps.

I wanted to get into map swaps, so the learning began. Just to recap what Kayla (the legend herself) told me:

"Map swapping is only achievable with hex editing."

"Find and swap out the bytes of those maps."

"In HxD you can simply filter maps/models by name."

"[Filter] out other codes unrelated to maps by typing the name of a map (for example Eden Club) into the hex editor’s search function."

"Outfit swaps work similar to swapping maps with HxD."

BigFile.dat contains some outfits and handbags.

(This is all paraphrased.)

At the start, I immediately tested searching "Eden Club" in the .dat file.

Yup, it works. If you search "Partners", nothing comes up, but I remembered something I stumbled upon in my adventures. It's saves and checkpoints, and in there had what I believe are the original names for the saves and therefore the maps. The list for this is on the left, and on the right is the list for map variations due to character choices (including the directory at the top):

My goal is to swap the Hostage map over with A New Home.

(.dat) Hostage - 48 6F 73 74 61 67 65 (.dat) Todd house - 54 6F 64 64 20 68 6F 75 73 65

I thought these would be the data containers for the maps, but they are not. Maybe I needed to make multiple data containers from the Detroit Tool invisible? I asked Kayla for more details and learned that mucking around with maps requires only the hex editor. Here is the Ask.

I started to look into reverse engineering. I included some extra links at the end of the entry. Here is a YouTube video I skipped through to start my research.

So I tested a swap in the .dat file and obviously, it did not work. I need the codes. I cannot get the codes without reverse engineering. I am not up to the stage of learning reverse engineering. I don't even know a programming language. (Not that I don't plan to learn, of course.)

In the end, I express my difficulty to the modding community, and dragonbane0 said it was okay for Jamie to release the codes! We're just waiting for a write-up for the instructions (which she may post herself, I actually don't know). So hopefully next entry there will be the instructions or a link to the instructions.

TOPIC 2: Textures and texture maps.

Remember these pics from my second mod diary entry?

The "RGB" maps as I nicknamed them are actually called specular maps. It indeed has to do with the shininess of the material. Usually, a specmap is black and white. Any game can store texture data however they want, and in DBH's case, the logic reads the "RGB" specmaps because that's how the channel data gets stored.

My next move with a different texture map was to do with the roughness of Upgraded Connor's jeans. I want to make them look relatively smooth like work slacks.

I got stuck because the image format was in DX10 and I can't export DX10 from GIMP.

I proceeded to download some plugins that I thought would fix my problem. They didn't, but this is generally helpful anyway. How to install plugins.Plugin download landing page.

I asked modders about it, and Auguris said that the Tool will accept DX1 format. So I was like ok ok ok

NEVER MIND. LMAO. Somehow it doesn't read the image properly. There would be ways to get around it, but right now I don't care enough to try. Low on the list of priorities.

Anyway, so after checking out the normal map stuff on GIMP, I realised (yes, I'm an idiot) that I could edit and import any normal map. So I tried editing the material on the back of the RK900's jacket, and I made it smooth. Basically, you can edit normal maps exactly like any other colour map, it just translates the data differently.

If anyone has any questions about anything in this entry, feel free to contact me and I'll include answers in my next one. <3

~ Trinity

Summary:

Map swapping is only achievable with hex editing by finding and swapping out the bytes of those maps.

The red-green-blue maps are called specular maps.

The Tool will take the DX1 image format in place of a DX10, but it will be broken.

Links in this entry:

YouTube video: 'How to reverse engineer your favourite game'

Map swap ask answer from Kayla

gimp-dds download landing page

YouTube video: How to install Gimp2 8, DDS Plugin, and the Normal Map Plugin

Bonus stuff I found:

YouTube video: 'Download and Install GIMP Resynthesizer Plugin for Windows 2022'

The Cutting Room Floor (mod info for other games)

Ghidra download landing page

P.S. I'm wishy-washy when it comes to tagging people in my posts, so if you see your name and want to be tagged please let me know... Because I think all my tagging would be super annoying lol

#dbh #detroit become human #modding dbh #connor rk800 #mine #mymoddiary #nines rk900 #rk900

[ina-nis]

"Meet me in the middle," says the unjust man. You take a step towards him, he takes a step back. "Meet me in the middle," says the unjust man.

I’ve been thinking about this, as I feel I’m “stuck” in the last step of recovery from AvPD, because of all these uncomfortable feelings that, somehow, don’t compare to the deep and old loneliness.

I prefer the loneliness.

Its pain is familiar, predictable and, obviously, doesn’t depend on anything or anyone else.

I understand my high standards and very strict filters with which I navigate social spaces don’t quite work in my favour - I’m probably missing many opportunities to connect!

At the same time, from watching and experiencing, people seem to want an easy love, something stress-free, and that’s what causes piss poor communication and absolutely awful issues down the line. Relationships are not always easy and they definitely can be really hard for someone mentally ill.

I want an easy love too, something stress-free, who doesn’t?

Now... who’s willing to put on the effort for that to happen? Because these kinds of connections don’t manifest themselves into existence. It takes work, sometimes a lot of work.

I take a look at my opportunities for connections and it’s a lot of really annoying things, really unfulfilling things and uhh... I’m supposed to settle for that and work through it - after all, there’s no perfect relationships and no perfect partners, etc - but 10 out of 10 times, I follow my guts (I try not to rely on that too much, considering trauma and stuff) and end up dodging a bullet.

No, thanks, I prefer very much to stay and remain single if the alternative is an absolute dogshit relationship. At this point, the bare minimum for me is communication, and that seems like an impossible feat for others.

I will not beg for scraps of attention, I will not deal with a relationship where I’ll not feel prioritized because of other person’s job or something (if all you have time for is work, I don’t want that for my life, even though I understand people might not have a choice. Well, I do, I’ll choose my full-time loneliness over a part-time relationship), I will not feel safe in a connection with someone in a established relationship (like I said a million times: I’m not fit to be a backup plan, a secondary or a convenience), I will not feel safe in a casual relationship either, the list goes on...

Things I have talked about exhaustively, things I kept second-guessing myself and thinking that, maybe, I’m being too harsh and that’s why I’m still single and don’t have local friends etc... and then I fact-check everything just to have the reassurance that, no, I’m not asking for too much and it’s not like I’m being unreasonable. I have needs and things I wish to do, I want for something to go a certain way, it’s not wrong or a bad thing.

Why are the compromises always so one-sided?

Why is it always on their terms?

Why when I speak up and put all these issues on the table, that’s too much and I’m being too difficult?

“I want to get better” means I want to get better relationships too. Half-assing anything never worked, why would I expect that to work now, when I know better and I’m not willing to put up with crap?

Why is it me that has to step on their level? Why can’t they try to make an effort to get on mine?

Why am I the one supposed to meet the other in the middle?

Hmm...

I prefer the loneliness, really.

#avpd #avoidance #avoidant #avoidant personality disorder #loneliness #inanis post

[beyondtheciouds]

"Please don't, Dru." Jaime said, his eyes shifting to the small cluster of students gradually coming up the set of wedged stone stairs that led to the domed dorms. He smiled uneasily at Dru, his eggshell white teeth tight against his inner lip. They were in the hallway of her dorm at the Academy, arguing like stubborn children. The dwindling light and scent of spring filtered into the dark and dreary hall through the few open windows. He could smell the scent of the wildflowers in the fields like perfume, lilacs and jasmine tempting him to stay.

"Please don't what," Dru snarked back, her voice like the bite of a shark --- her oceanic eyes searching out her next prey as her teeth dragged along the skin of her anger. "Don't tell you what a piece of crap you are for not answering my texts?" She continued as her hands trembled and waved the newspaper he had unceremoniously thrown at her feet when she opened her door. "You can't seek me out for any reason other than this?"

Jaime frowned. "Dru---I---I..." He stammered like a child. He had thought about her every day. He had wanted to text her; call her. But if he done so, he would have destroyed himself in the process. " I couldn't."

"Why do you care about foolish mundanes, Jaime?" She asked, ignoring her own pride ruined. Dru's voice was lowered, and her eyes narrowed beneath the curtain of dark hair and long lashes. In the light she looked different; more mature but somehow still the same. He couldn't put his finger on it. This Drusilla was very different from the girl she had been in Los Angeles. "This has nothing to do with demons. Not in the literal sense anyway." she continued, her voice a vice gripping his heart.

He sighed; he wished she hadn't gotten so pretty. If she remained the cross thirteen year old she had been, it would have been so easy to walk away from eyes that resembled the tropical waters he'd swam in freely. Now she was close to seventeen; almost an adult. Close enough to be his. "I just do."

Dru was honestly starting to irritate him the way teenage girls do and his heart rallied at the encroaching argument. The light flickered above them; the thunder sounded closer than it was moments ago. The sound echoed in the stone hallway, the dorm doors light on their hinges, shuttering in response to the brewing storm outside. The cool air was settling in, giving way to cooler rain. "That is not an answer."

Jaime shook his head. "Just trust me, Dru. We need to go after these people." He couldn't give out any more details just yet, not until they were all together. Then he would form alliances and a plan.

He had travelled in a portal from Mexico where he had stowed himself in a quaint and quiet town for the last year carving out a mere existence, doing odd jobs. His peaceful life had come to a crashing halt when he received the newspaper in the mail. The moment he opened the paper, he knew he would have to come back for them all.

"What about the cops? Can't you go to them without getting me involved?" Dru asked; skeptical of his reason for seeking her out.

"Cops?" He nearly choked on the laugh that spurted from his throat, his hands slick with sweat in the pockets of his jeans. "They are doing nothing! We need to take care of these...killers."

Dru brushed off the side-eyed stares of her peers mulling around the hall watching them with open curiosity. Whispers and hushes rose through the small clusters of students. She ran the fingers of her free hand through her dark hair feeling like she was missing something. "You can't be serious. I didn't know you developed such a hero complex."

He frowned, clearly disappointed in her response. But he knew he shouldn't be. He was withholding information from her. Even so, it was evident she hadn't read the red, elegant handing writing on the margins of the article at all. "The Sight, Dru. They are targeting people with the Sight. Mundanes that can see us and want to Ascend. " He paused, giving the thought a moment to sink into her brain, make the connection he, Ash, Kit and Ty had already made.

Others moved closer, surrounding them in the narrow hallway. For once, Jaime didn't care he had an audience. He inched closer to her and put his hand gently on her shoulder as she dropped her arm to her side. It was warm beneath the softness of her olive sweater. Her dark hair hung loose, and Jaime was tempted to run his fingers over the glossy strands.

Drusilla was the last piece of the puzzle and if he didn't convince her, the others surely would. He spoke, his voice was cold as ice--driving down the seriousness of the situation. "Future Shadowhunters, Dru. They are targeting future Shadowhunters."

#cassandra clare #the dark artifices #the wicked powers #jaime rosales #dru and jaime au #the wicked powers au #fanfiction

[beastswithoutburdencomic]

the family business: hunters and Wardview U

Couple of days ago two hunter brothers destroyed our frat house and we couldn’t be happier.

Yeah, I know what you’re saying- what? Chadster, what are you talking about? Didn’t all your worldly possessions get utterly wrecked in some fiery inferno or whatever? And I’m like, yeah! It’s all gone dude! The only reason why we didn’t get dusted was because Kurt had rented out a motel room to score with some smoking dames who blew into Wardview. 

It was a good night, even with the unholy existential terror of the rising sun through the slats in the blinds.

So, the brothers. No one let us know that they were showing up. Which isn’t that big a deal, actually. We weren’t having a party that night ‘cause Zebulon was taking his midterms. Like, sure, the rest of us haven’t been into taking tests since like the 50s, but he’s still super in on the academic stuff. Zeb’s out here collecting degrees like it’s no one’s business. A brother’s gotta help a brother out. Even when it scores goose eggs in actually getting some chicks.

Point is, Z-man was the one who let us know shit was going south.

He was doing the studying, as usual, even though it was getting to dawn and there was a ton of vague light just kinda there over the horizon, right within burning distance.

“The fading nights are the closest remains of our fleeting mortality,” Zeb says, “You may hide in the revelries of endlessly repeating witching hours, but there is a part of you, still, which craves the sun. Why do you shy away? Is it not love, to touch that which will destroy you utterly?” 

Sure thing, Z . Sure.

So Zs was looking out the window, contemplating immortality or whatever, when he saw a couple guys through the morning fog. Not exactly anything big, since we get a lot of the thralls of the frat running out in the morning to keep their massive gains. Problem was, the two guys were a lot slower than any of our guys. And there wasn’t a single short leg between them! It was just jeans and flannel all the way down, like two models stepping out of the Old Navy summer sale that was gonna be starting any day now. That’s all fine and whatever.

What wasn’t fine were the rifles across their backs. What wasn’t fine was the fact that they were making a beeline straight for our front door at this bullshit time of morning, and that they were gunning straight for us.

So yeah, of course Z was sounding the alarms left and right! What else was he supposed to do? When he got turned, he was still nerdy and weak, so the vampiric strength couldn’t really do much. The rest of us though? We can handle a couple of guys. Even if we were all kinda hung over.

As the leader of AlphaBetaO, I was naturally the first one up. Zeb barged into my room, voice cracking from volume he wasn’t used to as he yelled about, “Hunters!” And of course I was thinking, shit, do we still have the babes from before? But he was just pulling on me, dragging me off the couch I was totally and elegantly thrown all over, pointing at the direction of the stairs, looking paler than… well, than the dead. Lol! There’s some vamp humor for you there!

Then there was a HUGE bang from downstairs, and that was when I started hearing everyone else start to get up, annoyed muttering and groans filtering in through the walls with my totes superior vampire hearing, and I could hear the heartbeats of those hunters from a mile away. 

Steady, strong, pumping lots of hot blood through the foot that just crashed into our goddamn living room. And it’s like, dude! We just got that shit screwed back on days ago! We can’t keep running through wood like this or my dad’s gonna flip! 

I won’t get too far into the logistics of the battle, since all that crap’s pretty boring, and you know that me and boys put up one hell of a fight- but somehow- somehow!- those hunters got one over on us. They were just lucky, of course. If it were any other time, we would’ve cleaned the floor with those guys, guns and all. 

We didn’t have much time, so we all ended up piling into the back of Zeb’s van and drove to the room that Kurt had rented out to stay the day, and that was when we saw the flames licking over the walls of the frat. In a way, I guess the fire was a good thing- all the smoke and ash blocked out the rising sun in the east, and it let us get away without any light hitting us. 

We only found out what happened the night after, when my old man came to grab us; turns out, there’d been a plasticshifter in the house, and none of us had even realized. 

I mean, how could we? If it was a plastie, it could have turned into anything around our house- toothbrushes, cups, pens, you name it! It would’ve been there! Slowly eating away at the insides of our mouths! Really, we dodged one hell of a bullet, when we were beating that entirely tactical retreat. It wasn’t that we were running away- it was just that we needed to recoup, and it gave the hunters time to take care of things.

Dad says that they got a tip that the thing was staying in our frat, and now that the place was burnt, he sorted everything with the hunters! Sure, right now we have to deal with temporary housing until we can move into the other house that the fraternity owns, but no one was hurt, so! All’s well!

At least, that’s how most of us see it. Zeb says he isn’t all that sure about everything.

Zeb’s been asking things. Like, who would have tipped the hunters off, if no one in the house knew? And if they were tipped off, why wouldn’t they try to call us first, just to make sure that the pasticshifter wasn’t riding us out of the house as a pair of glasses or a prized novelty shot glass or whatever? Why did my Dad say he ‘sorted everything out’? Why the guns at all? 

Like, sure, I can’t answer those questions. But maybe tipping us off would have tipped the plastie off too. Maybe one of our thralls saw something and didn’t want to freak anyone out; maybe the hunters just assumed we knew. Who knows! 

Zebulon’s still reading a whole lot into the situation. I wanna tell him to take a chill pill, but he’s just holing up in his room with all those boring textbooks and won’t come out. Kurt says he needs space to ‘process’ his “”emotions””. He hasn’t really gotten the hang of growing a thicker skin just yet; he just needs some time to figure it out.

Now see, this is the result of all this mistrust that’s been going around about hunters. Everyone’s talking about how hunters are out to get all us supernatural folk, but that’s just not the case! The only ones they go after are the real monsters, like the plasticshifter in our frat, who hurt the entire community. Folks like us, who have nothing to hide and who pay all our dues, don’t have anything to worry about! 

Plus, we can’t lie- those guns looked cool as shit.

[ The preceding opinion piece was paid for by members of the Vladsly family in conjunction with the Wardview University Hunters’ Corp. Chad Vladsly is a university student, student leader, and vampire. For more on the activities of hunters in the community, please click the following link.

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#bwbcomic #comic supplemental #supernatural #vampires #it's vampire frat bros though so you know what #do with this what you will #wardview review