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"What do you mean you don't remember your first kiss?" Eddie asked, giving Steve that look he always got whenever he made the mistake of mentioning that piece of information about his past.
Steve shrugged, feeling uncomfortable and hoped Eddie would drop it. "I just don't remember it. Guess it wasn't memorable."
Eddie rolled his eyes, "You're telling me your first kiss wasn't memorable?"
"Yeah, man. It's whatever."
Now, both Eddie and Steve knew that was a lie. Not that Steve necessarily cared about something like a first kiss, but it bothered him that everyone seemed to have either a funny or sweet story to tell.
Like how Robin's first kiss had happened under a tree with her first girl crush, or how Nancy's first kiss only happened because the guy was kind of scared of her, or how Jonathan's first kiss only happened with Nancy.
"Do you remember yours?" Steve asked and Eddie nodded instantly.
"Of course I do."
Steve raised a brow at him and Eddie chuckled.
"It wasn't anything special, really. I kissed a guy under the bleachers and he never spoke to me again after that, the end."
Eddie was using that voice he always used whenever something bothered him.
"So it wasn't good," Steve said as he placed his hand on top of Eddie's. What was worse, not remembering your first kiss or feeling like shit about it?
"The kiss was ok. It was barely a kiss, I had no idea what to do with my hands and tongue and it was a little weird. Nothing to write home about, that's for sure. But I lost a friend that day and it really sucked. It made me think kisses are more powerful than they have any right to be."
And wasn't that the truth? Steve remembered other first kisses. Like his first kiss with Nancy, that he thought was gonna be the last first kiss of his life. He was wrong about that, of course.
"I know what you mean," Steve said. His hand was still on top of Eddie's but now Eddie was smiling.
And then he was grinning.
"I have an idea," he said, looking like a maniac. And Steve knew that couldn't be a good thing.
"Should I be scared?"
Eddie laughed. "Probably. What if..."
"Yeah?"
"We kissed."
Time seemed to stop for a second and then Steve was frowning at Eddie.
"What?"
"Yeah! Think about it, Steve," Eddie said, getting up. He always got restless when his brain started to work in full power. Steve thought it was kind of cute. "You can pretend this was your first kiss, so then when people tell you you can picture it and just make up some story about it."
Steve raised a brow, "I'm pretty sure that's not how first kisses work. Plus, what's in it for you? You remember your first kiss."
Eddie shrugged, throwing himself back on the couch and landing much closer to Steve than he was before. "Sure. But then I can will my brain to understand kisses don't have to mean something. This could just be a friendly kiss between two friends. Nothing else."
For some reason that didn't seem right, but Steve nodded anyway.
"Ok."
Eddie's eyes widened. "Ok?"
"Yeah, ok. Let's kiss and see what happens," Steve said. "What?"
Eddie bit his lower lip, "I don't know. I just didn't think you were gonna say yes."
Steve laughed, throwing his head back. Classic Eddie. His mouth was too big for his own good. Steve fucking loved it.
"Well, that's ok. I'll help you," Steve said, leaning in close.
He could see Eddie's eyelashes and the way his cheeks were tinted red. Steve placed a hand on the nape of his neck and heard the exact moment Eddies's breath hitched in his chest.
"Is this ok?" he asked. Eddie might talk a big talk but Steve wasn't about to cross any boundaries. If he said he was just joking Steve would pull back and pretend it had never happened.
But Eddie didn't, so Steve stayed. Close to him but still not kissing him.
"Y-yeah," Eddie said, nodding slightly. Steve smiled and buried his hand on Eddie's hair before leaning in and pressing their lips together.
The kiss was slow and sweet and Eddie was pliant on Steve's hand. For all his attitude, Steve kind of liked to shut him up like that.
Steve was about to pull back when Eddie whined in the back of his throat and pulled him close by the waist. He had no idea where all that came from but before he noticed he was straddling Eddie's lap and kissing him like his life depended on it.
Eddie tasted like cigarettes and Mountain Dew and Steve thought that combination might be his new favorite. He was so responsive as he kissed Steve back, opening his mouth and letting Steve explore as much as he wanted and all that while holding on to his hips.
Steve liked how Eddie's hands curled around him. Like they belonged there.
When it was becoming clear neither of them was interested in stopping, Steve pulled back so he could look at Eddie's face. All he could see was the pure want in his eyes.
"That's a pretty nice first kiss," Steve said playfully and Eddie snorted, squeezing at his waist.
"Oh, sweetheart. I'm glad," Eddie smiled at him and it was the greatest thing ever. "I can't say the same for my part of the deal though."
Steve frowned. "What do you mean?"
Eddie let his head fall back into the couch and closed his eyes. Steve felt his heart hammering in his chest. Had Eddie hated the kiss?
When he opened his eyes there was an intensity behind them that made Steve want to get up and run.
"I can't pretend it doesn't mean anything, Stevie."
Oh.
Before he knew it, Steve was leaning in and stealing another kiss from Eddie's lips. This time when they parted Steve didn't bother moving too far from him.
"Then don't."
#steddie#idk#I just had a thought and ran with it#first kiss#steve harrington#Eddie munson#stranger things#ficlet
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Leo learns something about himself đłïžââ§ïž
Based roughly on this old post.
Bonus:
[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall heâs mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of âThe Talkâ.]
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rise leo#trans leonardo#trans leo#rottmnt headcanons#turtle art tag#rise draxum#happy pride everyone~#if youâre wondering why thereâs no backgrounds thatâs because my files got messed up so just blankness in the bg sorry#but yeah!#this is forever and always my fav headcanon for Leo it makes too much sense to me#I wanted to make sure I got it done in time for pride haha#I donât know if itâs obvious by the end but Draxum ran off because he was for once doing something nice for Leo#that being leading him somewhere else not in front of everyone so Leo can process the fact that he was born female in peace haha#(but he also just - wanted to avoid the ensuing awkward Talk as long as he could lol)#âhow would Leo NOT knowââ he had an inkling but never thought much of it because heâs a teenage turtle mutant with no access to healthcare#also yeah thatâs splinterâs hand at the end there I just KNOW heâd want those pics#also also - Leo here can technically be trans or even intersex in some way too#both is good#making this made me remember why I never do color#at least for comics#it just takes sooo long#but it was fun and worth it for my fave hc#this is like the first time Iâve drawn Draxum and man heâs kinda hard to draw#also their sizes are just 1 2 and 3 because Draxum had a simple system in place for sizing his subjects#(aka I was too lazy to think of anything else to put there)#also dunno if anyone noticed but look at Raphâs paper and look at his babyâs selfâs photo
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everybody talks about escaping the time loop but no one ever talks about what happens after you escape the time loop. how do you cope with normal life after spending eternities learning and relearning the exact same series of events? do you struggle to remember what it was like before? what happens when life is no longer predictable, when you can no longer rely on the routine you have gotten to know so well? do you fall into old habits, perform rituals that once served meaning but now divorced from their original context appear strange? do you talk to someone, thrown off by how their responses are familiar yet not the same repeated phrases you have grown to expect? do you wonder how you ever lived without being able to know what happens next? do you fall back into that same routine, desperate for the sense of familiarity that had grown so comfortable to you? yes, time moves forward now, but did you ever truly leave the time loop? can you, now that it is all you know?
#idk what happened here tbh i just had a thought and ran with it#time loop#is that a tag ppl look at. idk i like this concept and i actually want more ppl to see a text post of mine for once lmao#moss.txt
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Iâve mentioned this elsewhere but it feels relevant again in light of the most recent episode. Something thatâs really fascinating to me about Orymâs grief in comparison to the rest of the hellsâ grief is that his is the youngest/most fresh and because of that tends to be the most volatile when it is triggered (aside from FCG, who was two and obviously The Most volatile when triggered.)
As in: prior to the attack on Zephrah, Orym was leading a normal, happy, casual life! with family who loved him and still do! Grief was something that was inflicted upon him via Ludinusâ machinations, whereas with characters like Imogen or Ashton, grief has been the background tapestry of their entire lives. And I think that shows in how the rest of them are largely able to, if not see past completely (Imogen/Laudna/Chetney) then at least temper/direct their vitriol or grief (Ashton/Fearne/Chetney again) to where it is most effective. (There is a glaring reason, for example, that Imogen scolded Orym for the way he reacted to Liliana and not Ashton. Because Ashtonâs anger was directed in a way that was ultimately protective of Imogenâmost effectiveâand Orymâs was founded solely in his personal grief.)
He wants Imogen to have her mom and he wants Lilliana to be salvageable for Imogen because he loves Imogen. But his love for the people in his present actively and consistently tend to conflict with the love he has for the people in his past. They are in a constant battle and Orymâhe cannot fathom losing either of them.
(Or, to that point, recognize that allowing empathy to take root in him for the enemy isn't losing one of them.)
It is deeply poignant, then, that Orymâs grief is symbolized by both a sword and shield. It is something he wields as a blade when he feels his philosophy being threatened by certain conversational threads (as he believes it is one of the only things he has left of Will and Derrig, and is therefore desperately clinging onto with both bloody hands even if it makes him, occasionally, a hypocrite), but also something he can use in defense of the people he presently lovesâif that provocative, blade-grief side of him does not push themâor himselfâaway first.
(it wonâtâhe is as loved by the hells as he loves them. he just needs toâas laudna so beautifully saidâsay and hear it more often.)
#critical role#cr spoilers#bells hells#orym of the air ashari#cr meta#imogen temult#ashton greymoore#liliana temult#this is genuinely completely written in good faith as someone who loves orym#but is also about orym and so will inevitably end up being completely misconstrued and made into discourse. alas#I could talk about how Orymâs unwillingness to allow the hells to actually finish/come to a solid conclusion on Philosophy Talk#is directly connected to one of the largest criticisms of c3 (that they are constantly having these conversations)#all day. alas. engaging with orymâs flaws tends to make people upset#it is ESP prevelant when he walks off after exclaiming âthey (vangaurd) are NOT rightâ#which was not only never said but wasnât even what they were talking about#he even admits as much to imogen like ten minutes later! that he is incapable of viewing it objectively#which is 100% justifiable and understandable but simultaneously does not make his grief alone the most important perspective in the world#also bc i fear ppl will play semantics on my tags yes the line âi hope sheâs rightâ was said but it was from ASHTON#who does not believe they are at all and wasnât saying they actively WERE right. orym just heard something to latch onto and ran with it#ultimately there is a reason orym only admitted that he was struggling when he had stepped away to talk to dorian#who has not been around and thusly has not changed once n orym's eyes#and it isn't that the hells never check in or care. they do. they have several times over#it is dishonest to say they haven't#the actual reason is that all of this is something He Is Aware Of. he doesn't mention it bc he KNOWS it's hypocritical and selfish#he says as much!#EXHALES. @ MY OWN BRAIN CAN WE THINK ABT MOG AGAIN. FYRA RAI EVEN. FOR ME.#posting this literally at 8 in the morning so I can get my thoughts out of my brain but also attempt to immediately make this post invisibl
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I would like to officially welcome Eustace Winner to the "My Name Is A Cruel Joke My Paternal Figure Played On Me" club
[Image Description: A digital drawing of Eustace Winner from Ace Attorney and Hunter from The Owl House in a handshake, against a purple background. Both are looking towards the camera as if they are taking a picture and both have a look of concern on their faces. Eustaceâs expression is significantly more distressed than Hunterâs. End Description]
#ace attorney#aai#aai2#ace attorney posting#ace attorney shitpost#ace attorney investigations#yumihiko ichiyanagi#sebastian debeste#eustace winner#the owl house#toh#aa investigations#toh golden guard#toh hunter#toh spoilers#aai2 spoilers#hunter toh#hunter clawthorne#hunter deamonne#hunter noceda#these kids are collecting names like pokemon#using the localization name in the image ID for simplicityâs sake#but Iâm triple tagging anyway#this is not the scenario I intended to be my first aa/toh crossover but here we are in this accursed timeline#if I had a nickel for every time one of my favourite pieces of media featured an ahoge-sporting teenage supposed-prodigy#who finds out their idolised father figure was a horrible person and their entire life was a lie then ran away cryingâŠ#Iâm not going to finish that sentence.#guess which part of this joke drawing was the hardest? if you guessed hunterâs titan forsaken cape pauldron thing you would be correct!#but yeah this started off as a joke then I realized just how many similarities these kids share#feel free to add any more unfortunately named characters in the tags these were just the first two I thought of
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This little interaction made me so happy! Killer really fought through Dream to give Cross his necklace back
Asjlkhdkgkd I'm so glad you liked it!! I had fun putting a little story into that one ^^
And, because I am normal and don't think about these guys for hours every day, here's some backstory:
When Cross first joined, Killer actually took to him pretty quickly (Dust and Horror did not get warm welcomes). Which is to say he immediately started flocking to Cross to annoy him and compete with him on missions. Cross didn't have the benefit of knowing Killer already to see these were affectionate annoyances, so to him Killer was just some guy who had a problem and wouldn't leave him alone.
During that mission, Nightmare was calling a retreat when he put a hand to his chest and realised the heart locket was gone. Killer saw him looking all around frantically and had a good idea what was lost, since it was the one thing Cross would absolutely not part with since he joined. So, Killer ran back out towards the stars to look for it, because why learn self preservation now. It was the first thing to convince Cross that Killer actually was being (relatively) friendly, despite all the annoyances.
And also, a doodle of the afterwards of that picture
because it's probably the only time he's managed to get Killer to shut up lol
#Ask#blinddreams24#Truce au#Thank you!!! I'm really genuinely so happy people like my silly little comic ^^#Sorry you got a whole dissertation in response I just like thinking about these two in particular lol#Cross's locket is very important to him he Does Not mess around when it comes to that thing#It also goes with my hc that Killer is lowkey touchstarved as hell#He has not had many hugs in his lifetime as Killer so the casual affection without having to taunt someone into a fight was game changing#Cross kind of became second in charge of watching for Killer's stages as they became friends#Also in Dream's defence he thought Killer was charging back in for round 2#When he just scooped up a necklace and ran off Dream felt bad for shooting but it was partly on Killer for searching with a knife out#Oh my god this is like an essay I'm so sorry I can't shut up about these guys#UTDR#UTMV
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Is it funnier if:
Shishido tunes in to the VTuber's broadcast knowing he'll fume about exposing Kiryu being his idea first
Shishido is already a fan of the VTuber and tunes in as normal only to fume about exposing Kiryu being his idea first
Shishido is the VTuber
SHISHIDO IS THE VTUBER
#snap chats#sorry i had frog soju#BUT NOOOOOO THTD BE MY FAVORITE RRGG PLOTTWIST#he slithered away from the fuckinnnn daidoji ??? think thats whaat theyre called..#he ran waay from em and decided to purus e a carreer as a vtuber NOOO YOU KOW WHAET VIDEO I THOUGHT OF#THE FUCKING ONE WHERE THE VTUBER HAD A SHIBA INU AVATAR#BUT THEY MOVED OUT OF CAPTURE FOCUS OR WHATEVER AND WAS EXPOSED AS JUST SOME GUY#the correct vtuber tieline. let shishido move Just out of frame enouhg to expose his ass#what do you MEAAAAAN its nt a catgirl...... just a big man........#its like a twelve step plan see he won in the fend#would also be funny if as a form of 'reformation' or whateve the daidoi just show him the fuckin livestream đđ#he isnt allowed o let loose that he tried to expose kiryu Not being dead first#He Has No Mouth And He Must Scream type of deal
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duke, known perfume head, bringing bruce, chemistry nerd, along with him to check out this fancy rich person perfume boutique cause duke has bruce's credit card now and bruce is like yeah sure go ham
theyre like smelling things and rating them and bruce just turns like, you know this is all chemistry and we have a lab...
duke does the kombucha girl face journey and smash cut to them both bursting out of the batcave coughing and hacking, the oppressive smell of cherries following them
#alfred is not impressed#duke thomas#bruce wayne#is this anything?#idk#batfam#just had a thought and ran with it#i need some perfume girlieTM to tell me what duke smells like#idk why but i wanna know#so that i can smell so good i steal people's girls without trying#anyway#bread talk
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refused to let myself rest until i finished making this
#loz#legend of zelda#twilight princess#midna#ocarina of time#ganondorf#phantom hourglass#linebeck#skyward sword#ghirahim#minish cap#vaati#i thought about adding totk rauru? but hes just polite hes not quite a man whos a fancy lady#this is my opinion but tbh yeah. idc that twili midna looks like that we all saw her in imp form shes 100% a girl whos a gross dude#linebeck and ghirahim were going to be in this from the start but i really had to think abt who else to add#i like how its like. 3 major villains and then the companions with the best arcs#ganondorf ended up being so close to linebeck bc i ran out of room and also bc im gay about them#also i used linebeck's model instead of that one bit of official art bc in the art his coat is incorrect (missing bottom stripe) so. model.#also you get his gay little pose with the model so win#listen vaati is the one im the least sure about here but its fine#anyways. loz polycule from hell#my post#dying over how fucking similar ghirahim and oot ganondorf's poses are tho#TBH MIDNA AND LINEBECK ARE SIMILAR TOO#vaati is left out damn
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Jianzhu and Yun: *having tea together and looking out over the yard of the estate* Kyoshi and Rangi: *hustling across the estate field* Yun: *watching them, grinning dumbly* Jianzhu: So, which one is the one you like? Yun: The one with mommy issues. Jianzhu: *narrows his eyes and looks at Kyoshi and Rangi again* Jianzhu: I'm going to need you to be more specific.
#rangi#kyoshi#rise of kyoshi#chronicles of the avatar#yun#jianzhu#jianzhu would NEVER let yun date kyoshi I just know it TT0TT#i don't think he'd even ENTERTAIN this convo#and no one is aware of Kyo's mommy issues YET so 8U#but I thought it was funny#what you think rangi doesn't have mommy issues too????#you think she had to live through Hei-ran trimming off the family trees branches and not have complicated feelings? TT0TT#'mom keeps killing family members. and people keep asking for BOTH our hands in marriage in the SAME CONVO'#like no wonder rangi threw a fucking table jalksfdj;f TT0TT#rangi's throwing tables off of balconies while Kyo is throwing men into ice walls bc of their issues it's great! duality!
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cleo sertori had a fear of swimming since she was a child and nobody considered for a second that getting stranded on a boat in the middle of the sea then falling into a cave system where she had to swim through subterranean water tunnels to the ocean where she had to tread water until a s&r team found them would be traumatic and exacerbate her fear into full aquaphobia
secretly becoming a mermaid helped her get over her fear but to everybody else her being cagey about the pool party and washing the dishes makes 100% sense when they stop for a moment and consider sheâs probably terrified
#h2o just add water#cleo sertori#lewis like âi donât know whatâs going on with her latelyâ bestie you know whatâs going on#they were missing for hours#itâs fucking rude that her parents werenât more supportive like ik it was the 2000s and nobody believed in therapy but it wouldnât be that#hard to switch cleo from dishwashing to hoovering and bin duty or fucking. yard work. or if itâs about helping out at dinnertime they could#teach her how to cook she could do meal prep#honestly not enough people thought cleo was pretty courageous like she was out there facing her fear everyday#she went through those tunnels she painted her room like the ocean and kept fish she helped emma with her training before the incident on#mako she was trying to overcome her fear every day#also. emmaâs parents thinking she had depression and trying to help was A+ parenting but it was also possible that emma was also traumatise#like?? itâs one thing to swim in a pool and be fast itâs another to push against currents while pulling your friend who canât swim#and the tunnels were long too they almost ran out of air#i think after that her reluctance to swim should make a bit of sense lmao
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beard struggling to make consistent eye contact while being antagonized by the man he didn't hesitate to throw out the door........makes me think a lot
#the unsteady feet. the struggling to keep eye contact.#i have a lot of thoughts on this scene. obviously.#his brain telling him he just wanted to get into a fight......where VISIBLY beard did NOT.#he ran away. he tried to escape. he said he was sorry and that he was just going to leave them be#he tried to get out of the fight. he did not want to get into a fight. yes he wants to punish himself#and he didn't really even fight back as well as he could've. he got one hit in. ONE.#''you just had to push it didn't you.''
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Remember when the Audrey villain leaks came out and then we saw the offical c4 and s3 outfit reveals and saw the c4 on the isle and the s3 in an auradon forest and we all thought there had been some sort of time spell where Audrey twisted time and instead of the c4 coming to Auradon it was the s3 so Audrey stayed with Ben and there was a whole adventue to fix the timeline? no? just me? okay
#i remember the theories they were so interesting#like how dr. Facilier ran an underground motorrace and the vks had to race to get the key to Hades lair#and we all thought Harry and Gil had dyed their hair blue becuase that reveal photo of the s3 looked so odd for Harry's hair lighting and i#looked blue#and we all thought Audrey had gone to a wishing well like in ouat and had cast a time spell and the vks had to work together to get their#timeline back#Uma#Mal and Audrey and Hades are the only ones who remember the last timeline#aka demi-gods#person who cast the spell#and god#and Mal goes to see Hades and confronts him cuz hes a god and might know where cronos sundial is so she can get her timeline back#but she also notices alto of the isle is-way better than what she and her friends had done?? theres fresh food-no one is wearing ratty old#clothes that were trash from auradon#the air is better#and theres no propagana pictures#Mal asks-not so descretly-what happened and Hades just goes 'uma.'#Uma made it her whole ass mission to make the isle a better place in gernal becuase even if they're steadely getting kids off-its still a#really bad place and-ya know-HUMAN RIGHTS#Ben is very supportive and the isle becomes less an inhumane prison and more just a isle of solitude where the villains live without magic#the barrier was edited personally by FG and Uma to allow fresh air and water in and out of the isle becuase it was really fucked up that#once ANYTHING gets in it cant go out so the isle waters were really really poluted and bad and FG was like- "how did i not know it was this#bad!?â and uma is just like â....really?â#anyway i have feelings about the fandoms old theories about d3#anyway Mal goes through teh deliema of either going back to her timeline where the isle is still really bad but shes happy or#stay in the timeline where the isle is much better but she's still stuck and not with Ben/becoming queen#so she has the same choice in this alt timeine that she gets in d3 but its much more-just on her-becuase she knows Uma wont twist back#the timeline-shes happy#Harry and Gil are happy-lots of kids are already off the isle#and Ben looks happy too...hopefully
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To heck with it--FragMem fluff
aka Happy First Anniversary to Fragaria Memories!
Apologies if OOC, this is the gist that I got of their characteristics. I hope you guys enjoy regardless!
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It was looking to be another late night in the castle's library, but at least you had the quilt Romarriche gifted you to keep the increasing chills away, and small snacks and tea to keep your spirits up.
Actually, you never brought the snacks and tea: they were always there when you came into the library. It started almost a month ago and none of the librarians could tell you who left them there (or so they claimed). You had an idea who the culprit was regardless; you recognized the tea set and plates as the ones he reserved just for special guests. You didn't approach him about them, though, afraid that if you did, your fluttering heart would make it difficult for you to properly thank him.
Besides, you still needed to figure out what to gift him back in return for the quilt. You've considered an embroidery of a bouquet of roses, tea from another kingdom that you think he may enjoy, and a quilt of your own making, to name a few. They were good ideas, but now that he was providing refreshments, you thought the gift should be a little more refined--
You blink, refocusing on the form in front of you. You chide yourself for letting your mind wander back to gift ideas and him. You have forms to finish and a bed to fall into, now isn't the time!
With a huff, you reread the paragraph and adjust the quilt over your shoulders. Your fingers run over the stitching and feel the soft texture of the fabric. Even if it's been months already, you still appreciate the craftsmanship of the quilt and you are thankful for the comfort it brings.
You know what, perhaps you should make a quilt after all; you aren't as skilled as the older needle-workers, but you're pretty good at the craft. You just need to figure out what patterns he likes, maybe you can casually bring it up the next time you two chat. While you're at it, you should thank him for the refreshments. He's so thoughtful, and you really should have told him you appreciate them when they started appearing.
Despite your best efforts to focus on the paperwork, your sleepy mind further wanders to him and plans for the quilt.
It isn't long before you quietly doze off.
You're not sure how long you were asleep, but when you become conscious, you realize a few things:
One, you're being carried by someone.
Two, you're snuggling against this person, who is so warm and whose arms feel safe to be in.
Three, there's a faint perfume of roses, tea, and a certain sweet something that altogether is unique to one person.
Romarriche.
Romarriche is carrying you.
You try to keep calm and be still. If you are still dreaming, you don't want to wake up quite yet.
After a few seconds, he stops to open a door and the familiar scent of the scented candle you burned earlier greets your nose. He's brought you to your room.
You feel yourself being laid on your bed, legs hanging over the edge, and your shoes carefully taken off. He lifts you up and puts you down again so that you're lying completely on the mattress, and your heart flutters at how he does it so effortlessly. The blankets are pulled up to your chin and gentle hands tuck you in. All the while, Romarriche whispers to the supposedly sleeping you.
"I deeply admire you for your dedication to doing excellent work and wanting to help wherever you can. I just wish there was a way where you wouldn't have to push yourself to exhaustion."
You feel strands of your hair being brushed away from your face. His fingers lightly touch your cheek and linger there.
"I feel that every time we meet, the bags under your eyes get deeper, and I cannot help but be more worried. I do remember what you told me that night, but I also remember you nearly falling asleep into your lunch just last week and again three days ago."
He sighs. "I want you to know that your coworkers and I would be more than willing to share your burden. You wouldn't need to stay later than usual that way."
His perfume gradually becomes stronger. "I hope that somehow, my words can reach you in your dreams. I dearly care about you and wish for you better health."
Something soft touches your forehead; it doesn't get past being feather light. It's there for just a second, then it's gone along with his scent.
"No," you hear him whisper to himself, "I mustn't. It would be improper of me to assume they would feel. . ."
Hang on, that tone in his voice. It couldn't be longing, could it?
He sighs again, then says with a smile in his voice, "Have sweet dreams, dearest."
Once he leaves, you open your eyes and think about what just happened. You clench your hands and internally scream.
Romarriche cared about you this much?! Did he know that you appreciate him and that you really like him?!
A realization hits you that makes your face warm up.
That feather-light touch on your forehead. . .
"It would be improper of me to assume they would feel. . ."
". . . dearest. . ."
He was in the process of kissing your forehead and stopped because he didn't know if you felt the same towards him.
Romarriche liked you.
You smack a hand over your now burning hot face. Great Strawberry King, you really need to work on that quilt ASAP!
. . . And tell him that you like him back.
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You look forward to harvesting the newest species of apples, so much so that you're sure the horses would roll their eyes if they could whenever you gush about it. You can't help it! You just love seeing how well the apples grew, and tasting one and thinking about the potential dishes you can make.
Stepping outside, you take in a deep breath of the fresh morning air and smile. The sun is just on the verge of peeking over the horizon and the autumn chill lightly bites your cheeks. You notice some farmers climbing into a wagon, likely coming back from the kitchen after delivering vegetables and apples for this morning's breakfast, and you wave to them. They wave back, then head on to their side of the field.
Your fellow harvesters won't arrive until a little later, so you decide to meander around.
You pass rows of various fruits and take a quick look at a patch of ripe pumpkins. Your lips immediately lift into a smile as you remember a certain Fragaria helping the farmers plant the seeds and attentively listening to their talks about pumpkins.
He was cute and had a very bright personality, was proud and had faith in the goodness of everyone he met. You two would have small chats at random times throughout the day, but nothing more beyond that, what with his knightly duties and your tending to the farm and the livestock keeping the two of you busy. You'd really like to get to know him better.
You look up every so often at the sky for incoming warm shades and you rub your hands together or lift the collar of your coat a little higher. You don't mind the autumn weather, but it does get a bit too chilly for your liking. It still doesn't stop you from getting up early and being the first to be ready to harvest.
You suddenly hear your name being called. Startled, you turn around.
Jogging down the dirt path, white and red uniform visible in the early gray morning, is Hallritt. He stops before you, panting, and his cheeks are pink from the autumn chill and the small excursion. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you, but I wanted to give you something."
He holds up a red knitted scarf and your eyes widen.
"It's just, I've noticed that you keep hunching into your coat and I get worried that you might catch a cold. So, I learned how to knit a scarf," Hallritt explains bashfully. "I'm sorry if it's a little crooked in some parts. I've never knitted before and practiced before making this, but. . . I hope you still like it."
You're silent as your mind registers his words; he slowly starts to become worried. But before he could say anything, you smile and say, "I haven't seen you a lot as usual and thought it was just my imagination. I appreciate this, Hallritt!"
Your fingers brush against his when you accept the scarf. In that brief moment, you feel a tiny spark that makes your heart skip a beat. You don't notice that Hallritt's eyes had widened a little, feeling the same tiny spark.
You wrap it around your neck and immediately laugh. Hallritt joins with his own. "I didn't realize the scarf would be this long," he says.
"No, it's perfect! Look, I can wrap my hands around the ends!" You proceed to demonstrate this.
"That's a relief!"
Somewhere beyond the rows, you hear horses fussing, and the sky starts to take on a pink tint. "I have to get going soon. Will I see you at the stables later?"
"Yeah! I have to apologize to Blossom for not visiting her for so long. I hope she can forgive me if I bring her treats."
"For someone like you, I'm sure she will."
"Wow, you really love that scarf," your friend observes.
"How could I not? It's so soft and warm!" you say, nuzzling against the yarn.
"You sure it's not just because the knight gave it to you himself?" they tease.
Your cheek warm up and you narrow your eyes at your friend. "No!"
After a beat of silence, you quietly say, "It was nice of him to make this for me, though. I've been racking my brain for the past hours settling on a gift."
You sit back against the barrier of the cart, staring at the clear sky. "I'd like to make him something with apples, but there's just so many things I could do!"
Your friend considers something. "Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen you try the apples we just harvested."
You blink and sit up, knowing your friend is a fellow baker. "Have you?"
They smile. "I think the taste will speak for itself."
Hallritt had been looking forward to chatting with you again, so he was a little disappointed when you weren't around as much as usual. Was this how you felt when he got preoccupied with knitting the scarf? He feels bad now.
"Hallritt!" To his pleasant surprise, it's you. The scarf is wrapped twice around your neck, and the ends flutter a little behind you as you jog towards him.
"Hey!" you greet, stopping before him. "I was hoping you'd be here. Here, I want to give you something."
You hold up a small casserole dish wrapped in cloth.
"Oh, you didn't have to!" he says.
You shake your head, insisting. "It's thanks for the scarf."
When he accepts it, he could feel the warmth of whatever you had made. "I made it with the newest species of apples. It took me a little bit to come up with the recipe, but I did it!" you explain proudly.
"You came up with the dish from scratch? Now I really can't wait to try! At the same time, it makes me relieved. I've been wondering where you've been for the past weeks."
"Sorry about that, Hallritt." You shrug and smile apologetically.
"There's no need!" A thought comes to him. "Why don't we go to the parlor and share this? I've. . . kind of missed talking with you."
Your cheeks heat up. "Honestly, me too. But you don't have to share, though! If anything, I'd like to hear what you think of them."
And so the two of you spent a cozy afternoon in the parlor, catching up and laughing, and unknowingly moving closer together.
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You yelp again for what seemed like the umpteenth time and manage to catch yourself against a brick wall. You're usually good at handling icy paths, but you've never gone down this street before and it is ridiculously slippery. You wouldn't be surprised if this street has an associated notoriety.
"Are you all right?" Tuxam asks, just three paces in front of you. You are impressed and envious over how he hasn't slipped even once during the walk. You think his cane might be helping, but it doesn't take away your feeling.
"Yes, just almost slipped again is all," you say, shaking your head and steadying yourself.
". . . Here." You look up from the sidewalk. He's offering his arm to you. "H-hold on to my arm."
He clears his throat, embarrassed by the stutter, and the dust of pink on his cheek darkens. He's still avoiding eye contact as he says, "As a gentleman, it would be unforgivable if I continued to allow the risk of you falling and hurting yourself. It is already improper that I let you slip the past few times already. O-of course, you do not need to accept my help, if you aren't comfortable!"
Like any other citizen of this kingdom, you are aware of Tuxam's fixation of being a proper gentleman. While there are moments where you think he is going overboard, you think it is charming how he insists on holding open the door for the next person or pulling out a chair for you to sit in. Or maybe you just think the Fragaria himself is cute--ahem!
You shake your head and smile. "No, it's fine! I appreciate it."
He's stiff and a little awkward as you both loop arms, but as you two continue down the sidewalk, he relaxes--just a little bit. This is much closer than the two of you have ever been; the other time was when he readjusted your tie and had unknowingly stood very close. You wouldn't forget how embarrassed he got over invading your personal space, but you didn't mind. . . mostly because you yourself were preoccupied by your racing heart.
You spy the two of you in a reflective glass pane. You had a pleased but shy smile on your face while Tuxam had a straight but blushing face. Altogether, you two looked like a couple heading for their first outing.
Whoosh!
"Whoa!"
A gust of cold wind suddenly smacks into you two. Immediately, you duck and huddle closer against Tuxam, your free hand gripping his sleeve. Once it passes, you look to him.
"Sorry about that, I was--Tuxam, are you okay?"
His face is bright red and he seems to be on the verge of exploding. He shakes his head. "Yes, I'm all right. You don't need to trouble yourself over me. Are you all right?"
"Yes, just surprised is all. Oh, your hat's a little crooked. Here, let me fix it."
You unlink your arms and adjust the hat accordingly. You then notice his bow tie is crooked as well and begin to carefully fix it. All the while, Tuxam is quiet. Another wind comes, but it's significantly calmer and causes loose snow from building roofs to fall.
He can't stop staring at you. He thought of you as perfection when the two of you first met, and being able to properly see your face, he was well reminded of it. The backdrop of lightly falling snow makes the scene somehow more beautiful.
You eventually notice his staring and realize how close your faces are. Your cheeks heat up. "I'm sorry, am I standing too close?"
He blinks, cheeks heating up as well. "Ah, no! I was just. . ." He falters for a moment, then collects himself. "Thank you for fixing my appearance. It would have been improper if it continued to appear unruly."
You smile in response. "Of course, Tuxam. Shall we continue walking?"
He agrees. When the two of you link your arms again, he's a little less stiff than before.
A few paces down the sidewalk, he speaks up. "If you need to hold onto me with both hands, you may. Your safety and comfort are important, and it wouldn't do if I ignored those."
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You remind him of the poems he read about the the spring and summer breezes. Warm and refreshing, and a singing voice that carries beautifully across the field or a room with an open window. Sometimes, the breeze that is you turns into a dizzying wind full of anxieties. He's more than happy to listen to whatever is on your mind, and for that, you're forever grateful.
You try to repay him for being so patient and willing to listen to your anxious thoughts, but he waves them off. You accompanying him on his traverses into the nearby fields is more than enough.
It's something the two of you do sometimes after all the work is done, if the sun is shining brightly and Puruth is in the mood to look for four leaf clovers. Sometimes you bring your lyre to get his opinion on a work in progress or to have something to fiddle with. There are moments where you even come up with a poem or random composition on the spot.
The latter scenario isn't that rare, not when he looks right at home in a sunny flower field. You'll often see Puruth standing in the middle of ankle-height grass, staring at the distance with a relaxed smile, while the sun casts its golden light on him and turns him into an enchanting prince.
You think Puruth has caught on that some of your sporadic poems and compositions are inspired by him. You also think he's aware that you're aware some of the poems he writes himself are inspired by you.
Neither of you seem to want to point it out, but if the glint in his eyes are anything to go by and if he understands the glint in yours, this arrangement is just fine. It's basically a fun little open secret between the two of you, one that you hope lasts for a long time.
The gentle rustle of leaves. The smell of dirt and a tinge of lavender in the passing breeze. You open your eyes to the sleeping face of Puruth just a small step away from you. He's facing you, and you wonder if he had fallen asleep while watching over you. It wouldn't be the first time.
In the hour before you fell asleep, the two of you climbed up a small hill and sat beneath one of the trees at its top. There, he read poems from a book he borrowed from the town's library and the two of you chatted about them. You vaguely remember a poem about dandelions and thinking how nice it was to listen to his voice and how comfortable the grass felt.
The book now sits between the two of you; a ladybug was making its way across the cover. Surely Puruth wouldn't mind if you looked through to see what other poems were there.
You sit up--and that's when you discover something that makes you chuckle.
Three-leaf clovers have been stuck through the buttonholes of your jacket and the loops of your shoelaces. Puruth must have collected the clovers and stuck them in while you were asleep.
You pick the one at the very top of your shirt and realize it's a four-leaf clover. You huff through your nose, smiling. Carefully, you tuck it in his hair--then stand up and head down the hill to look for a clover patch.
In just a few minutes, his hair is dotted with the little green flora. You didn't have Puruth's luck in finding four-leaf clovers, but at least he had the one he gave to you. You silently laugh at your handiwork and reward yourself with reading the book of poems, eagerly waiting for his reaction when he wakes up.
You hope afternoons like these last for a long time.
#romarriche#tuxam#puruth#fragaria memories x reader#hallritt#random A/N: the character for the scarf part was originally Roma#you may wonder why I changed the character to Hallritt... simply put I just had the vision of Hallritt bashfully explaining how he#noticed you looked cold whenever you went out in the early morning and least to say I was sold#also I thought Roma carrying you to bed was enough ajsfjkfsdlkdjskfh#each Fragaria deserves some love even though he has taken ahold of my heart (him and Hangyon shhhhhhhhhh)#second A/N: there were supposed to be more characters and Tuxam's part is supposed to be MUCH longer but I ran out of time#I also oneshotted at some points in each part except Roma's because I worked on his first and the most lol#fragaria memories#expect a part 2#third A/N: I'm probably going to come back and add some more stuff and fix some things. For now I'm heading to bed#romarriche x reader#tuxam x reader#puruth x reader#hallritt x reader
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hey y'all it's been a while how's everyoneđ
#little story time behind this question. so i was playing monopoly and it was my first time i didn't know anything and i just roll w the game#andit had to do with a skill that i unfortunately don't posses but i was like 'nah it's still a game of luck idc'#and guess what#this is ur girl failure mutualđ#anyways after the game i thought of s62 and wondered who would outsmart everyone in the game#and then i remembered this acc. i was like 'oh? my tumblr'....um yea i almost forgot my accđŹ im still existing here.#it's beeeennnn a whileeeeee omgggg#how are y'all doing#i miss being here:(((#anyways back to the poll i miss posting random questions#tokyo revengers#tokrev#rindou haitani#tokyo rev#ran haitani#shion madarame#izana kurokawa#muto yasuhiro#kanji mochizuki#kakucho#s62 gen
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Guys. Guys Ben Drowned's canon last name isn't actually Lawman
I've known this for a while, and more I think about it, the more it makes me feel like I should say something đ
It was a misconception that started with an older version of Ben's page on the Jadusable Wiki. (It was never used for any non-ARG version of Ben prior to this.) I remember spotting Lawman being used as Ben's last name around 2016-2018 or so, and it has been edited out of his page since 2020. (It was on the page they have for the dead child rather than the Network/entity. I think it might've happened before they moved off Fandom wiki, because I think I remember seeing comments and their new wiki doesn't have those).
During the second arc (2011-2012), Jadusable mailed some bonus material to people who donated to him. One of these bonus materials was a section from a newspaper, which describes the murder-suicide of two members of the Lawman family along with their son, with some tampering to the article that appears to have been done by BEN.
You can zoom into the image and read it, or check out it's page on the wiki here (which I highly recommend as it has some added information, like what all the censored words are.) It's a very interesting piece of lore that's fun to analyze--however, I wouldn't recommend reading it if you're super squeamish or sensitive to graphic details related to death. (The method of the killing itself isn't mentioned.)
While this seems to be about Ben on the surface, it's actually not. The only way we can tell is by the date of the newspaper: In the column to the left of the "Spring Is In The Air!" paragraph, the year 2011 is mentioned, but we know that Ben died on 4/23/2004. The wording of the Lawman event feels recent (as if they're talking about an event a few months prior), when Ben's death would've been far gone by now.
With what's likely BEN tampering on the top right (where they creatively use block-out poetry to say "You shouldn't have done that," among many other things) combined with the mention of someone's son dying, it makes a ton of sense that the wiki editors assumed that Ben is a member of this Lawman family that appears here. At some point, screenshots of the wiki ended up being circulated and the larger Creepypasta fandom accepted Lawman as being Ben's "real" last name.
Lawman is actually the last name of a different (and much less relevant) character, Tyler, who appears briefly in the first and third arcs. It's not entirely clear what happened to him or his family, and I think the Newspaper Article is intended to be fun bonus material for Jadusable's donators rather than something that's meant to supply important information about the ARG characters--something like Ben's last name would be crucial for puzzles and passwords, and would give the 50 donators who received the article an unfair advantage (and Jadusable isn't the type of creator who'd be okay with that). Regardless, it carries some interesting implications about the Behavioral Event Network, and Matt's initials are also here for some reason. It's probably one of the most head-spinning materials in the whole game.
#ben drowned#benjamin lawman#ben lawman#ben drowned arg#This is like 35% of why I didnt play in 2020 btw there was like a 2 month period where I thought the Moon Children just merced Ben's dad#I'm sorry if this post ends up being someone's introduction to the ARG because I don't know what the fuck is going on here either#creepypasta#matt hubris#jadusable#jeff the killer#lost silver#slenderman#LIKE IVE KNOWN ABOUT THIS FOR YEARS AND IM STILL LIKE??? DID EVENT NETWORK DO THIS????? WHY IS MATT THERE????? WHAT#The time where the 'BEN makes people kts' headcanon became real for 2.5 seconds#I think Matt is here because BEN has a history of just saying the most cryptic shit about Matt specifically#People hc them as friends but I legitimately think they hate his ass#because why were they on that 'YOURTURN MATT' in arc 1 when he hasnt even had his character introduction yet. Diabolical#Ik theres that part in arc 2 where Matt is like 'I dont know what happened to my dear friend Ben... He ran away :(' but then BEN is like#'Why are you lying đ€„đ€„đ€„'#Lowkey thats a whole other post but also the alternative is that Matt is in the Network which doesn't make sense because Network and Matt#literally interact as separate entities throughout the entire story
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