#I need to draw them all pronto

[plusvanity]

I don't think I'll ever get over Metalocalypse, there's no way to do so when I've got everything I ever asked for in a single fucking show.

[2aceofspades]

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Gentle, gently...

Okay, I'll be honest...as much as it hurts my heart to draw grief and heavy emotions, I really did enjoy drawing these two struggle to interact well with one another. I had to more or less push myself to not make their interaction be entirely soft and 'easy' for either of them.

All in all...they're both tired and need a nap pronto.

[physics-of-one-piece]

....sooooo,

how big is cora's dick?

I believe we already have an estimate for doffy's but I think I may have seen it on tiktok or something, I don't know if you've tackled that yet though! If you haven't:

May we also know the stats for doffy's dick-

Kindly and thank you 😳💗

Hehe, good questions! This won't be an official answer, just my rough estimate, I'll make an official post of these eventually cus I wanna do them by pixels, too.

Okay, you need to send me that tiktok pronto bcs now I'm curious!

So we're going with OP sizes, not like normal men sizes. Bcs Doffy & Rosi are not normal sized men. Everyone is saying hand size=dick size is a stereotype, but also, Oda draws all OP women by stereotypes so... I'll do the OP men's dicks by stereotypes. Seriously, has nobody asked him those dick questions for the bigger guys in all 20+ years? I'm sure they did, but unlike for women, he was uncomfortable to answer.

Doflamingo's hand size is 33.5 cm. So...

Doffy's dick when he’s aroused is then roughly 30-36 cm. He's 305 cm, so his average should be 30 cm. From the pics of him, his pants/groin are half his hand size so not erect, his dick is 16-18 cm.

Cora's is 29-35 cm. He's 293 cm tall. His hand is 32.3 cm. So I think this is a good estimate. Not-aroused, he's at 16-18, too.

They'll also be pretty thick.

Lots of lube & pre-game needed for these big boys! Good thing they have such long fingers and such long big tongues to get their partners prepared 😉

If you wanna keep it based on real world statistics etc:

Cora would be 8-10" (20-25 cm)

Doffy 8-11" (20-27 cm)

which isn't that far off, so whichever result is fine.

SEE, THESE ARE THE REAL QUESTIONS! 👌🏻💋

THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS WONDERFUL QUESTION @ohnomyhooves ! 🩷💜🎉

P.S. thank you for all the DQ Brothers art I love them so much 🥹🥹❤️❤️ you're amazing.

Damn, I NEED THAT TIKTOK now...

Taglist: @fanaticsnail

[ewingstan]

I wonder how Aisha feels about them still referring to Alec as "Jean-Paul." Also interesting to note that they're seeing this type of costume as being Alec's style, which means that the Regent persona probably didn't draw much from Heartbreaker's aesthetic sensibilities. I wonder how the rest of the Heartbroken felt when Aisha killed their dad and went "welp, your with me now I guess. I'm gonna need you all to start dressing like lacy porcelain dolls pronto. No its not part of the Undersiders theme, Parian dresses like that independently. No I'm not dressing like that."

The "It made Imp happy, at least" is notable. It could be interpreted as Darlene legitimately liking Aisha and wanting her to be happy. But it could also very well be part of a "I desperately need the person with authority over me to be in a good mood" instinct that would come from being a Heartbroken. Maybe a bit of both.

[oorangesoda]

Hey oorange ! Just saw the OC ask game and I'm dying to know more about Cal! 💛💛💛 can you answer either 3, 25 or 33 ?

Love your art btw 💛🤧

Ryliith, my beloved mutual, for you I will answer all three! 💚💚 (I love your art too pookie!!! I gotta re-draw atlas PRONTO!)

[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Callum struggles the most with excitement/passion, not that he doesn’t like being excited or passionate, he absolutely does! It’s the idea of someone seeing how he shows his excitement that weirds him out. To him it’s extremely personal and intimate to see him truly excited about something. It’s one of those things he’s oddly dysphoric about, as in he feels he looks childish/girly. Unfortunately its kept him from really letting himself enjoy or talk about his hobbies around others, even friends.

[25] Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usually keep it to themselves or talk about it openly?

He is NOT a fan of heights. He’s got a good centre of balance so if he HAD to be somewhere high up realistically he’d be fine, but he’d be out of breath and shaking by the time whatever activity you’re doing is done. He would hold his breath the ENTIRE time. Something about looking down and knowing he could fall just gives him the most crippling anxiety he’s ever felt. Even ladders are pushing it for him, but he’ll do it. If you ask him to go on a roller coaster he’ll just… walk away and do something else. Mans NOT risking his life thank you very much

[33] What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories?

When Cal was around 15, a year before his Pop fell ill, he had mustered the courage to finally come out to him. Callum in preparation, had been passively bringing the topic up in conversation a few months leading up to it, testing the waters on how his Pop felt about gay, trans, and queer people in general. Which to Callum's surprise was quite positive. For his Pops age, he would have assumed he'd be quite adverse to the idea, but in his Pops words: "If it makes a person happy, who am I to tell them they can't?" (Continued under cut bc I got carried away but its the rest of his coming out to Pop :3)

It was all Callum needed to hear. So, on a warm summer day, just after they had both finished the daily farm chores and settled on the porch with fresh made iced tea, Callum - without looking to his Pop - asked if he could tell him something. "Of course chickadee." His Pop nodded, looking to him with a interested smile. "You have to promise you won't hate me..." Callum stated, his voice was warbling with anxiety and shoulders tensed, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes. Of course, his Pop could never hate him, and assured him of that, noticing just how distraught his grandchild seemed over it. Like a kettle ready to blow steam, Callum told him he felt like he was a boy, that he was trans, that he understood if his Pop hated him or wanted to disown him, that he didn't know what was wrong with him, that he felt different ever since he was a little kid - amongst many other things. His Pop was quiet for a moment, letting Callum get all of it out. Eyes puffy and nose runny Callum anticipated the worst, waiting for his Pop to tell him to pack his bags and call his Mom, but that didn't happen. Callum felt his Pop's arms wrap around him, holding him close to his chest as a calloused hand brushed through his unkempt hair, and feeling the comforting thrum of his Pops low and gentle voice. "I always knew... I was just waiting for you to tell me." It was all tears after that. Callum clung to his Pop and cried for what felt like an eternity, and after they both calmed down Pop helped Callum pick out his name, arranged to have his hair cut, and made it a point to tell anyone and everyone in Pelican Town his grandsons new name and pronouns. Pop didn't tolerate anyone misgendering or discriminating against him, not while he had anything to say about it. It was the most loved and cared for Callum had ever felt, with his Pop in his corner he felt like he could do anything.

This is by far Callum's most treasured memory. He thinks about it often, on top of how supportive his Pop had been through/about everything in his life. He misses him dearly, but knows that somewhere, somehow, his Pop still looks over him.

[yianny4green2]

ShadowEmber, Day 1. La Raíz del problema, una hoja en blanco. 1. The Root of the problem, a blank page, leaf

And I'm want to draw Rivals Duo before September, here is

Nd now the explication

ShadowEmber, Brasas Sombra

Esto trata sobre hacer un reto de hacer un dibujo cada día de una historia y personajes originales mios, durante los mese que terminen en Ember en ingles, septiembre, noviembre y diciembre:

// This is about doing a challenge of making a drawing every day of a story and original characters of mine, during the months that end in Ember in English, September, November and December:

Durante todo Septiembre hare un dibujo cada dia, la lista:

// Throughout September I will make a drawing every day, the list:

1. La Raíz del problema, una hoja en blanco.

1. The Root of the problem, a blank page, leaf.

2. Cuando las primeras gotas de tinta la tocan, llegan las 4 tintas.

2. When the first drops of ink touch it, the 4 inks arrive.

3. 4 son las paredes que aprisionan la tinta del plumon,

3. 4 are the walls that imprison the ink of the pen,

4. 4 son los pétalos del trébol azul

4. 4 are the petals of the blue clover

5. 4 cuatros necesitas para un té de canicas,

5. 4 fours you need for a marble tea

6. Y ante ti la pluma baila;

6. And in front of you the feather dances;

7. Una historia nace de la nada

7. A story is born from nothing

8. Gracias a Inspiración, tomas el pincel.

8. Thanks to Inspiration, you take the brush.

9. Con tiempo llega Ins'temporización,

9. With time comes Ins’temporization.

10. ¿Tiempo? ¡No lo pierdas!

10. Time? Don’t miss it!

11. Será pesar y pesadilla.

11. It will be regret and nightmare.

12. A pesar de inspirar y respirar

12. Despite inhaling and breathing

13. Con inspiración o sin ella

13. With or without inspiration

14. ¡Pasó la noche en vela!

14. I’m stayed up all night!

15. "¿Temes tomar una mala decisión?"

15. “Are you afraid of making a bad decision?”

16. Pregunto con ironía mi Insomniación.

16. Ask my Insomniation ironically

17. La duda me quitá el sueño.

17. Doubt keeps me up at night

18. Esto o aquello, ¡Yo no sé!

18. This or that, I don’t know!

19. Quiero todo ¡Y nada es perfecto!

19. I want everything, And nothing is perfect!

20. Insatisfacción, en efecto.

20. Dissatisfaction, indeed

21. Su anhelo es incierto.

21. Your desire is uncertain

22. ¡Nada hubiera pasado

22. Nothing would have happened

23. si jamas hubieran manchado

23. if they had never stained

24. aquel lienzo en blanco!

24. that blank canvas!

25. La duda enreda mi maceta

25. Doubt messes up my head

26. Ideando mil novelas.

26. Devising a thousand novels.

27. Inspiración e insatisfacción.

27. Inspiration and dissatisfaction.

28. 2 Caras de la misma moneda.

28. 2 Sides of the same coin.

29. Gota a gota de tinta.

29. Drop by drop of ink

30. Ideas tan distintas el tiempo agotan.

30. Such different ideas run out of time.

Cuando nada es perfecto todo es posible. When nothing is perfect everything is possible.

Durante Octubre haré el InkOctubertale de Ink Sans :), 4 meses de dibujos, me alegra

During October I will do the InkOctubertale of Ink Sans :), 4 months of drawings, I'm happy

Seguramente habrá algunos días en que me será difícil cumplir, pero haré mi mejor, y adoro mis historias, pronto las conocerán a detalle

Surely there will be some days when it will be difficult for me to comply, but I will do my best, and I love my stories, soon you will know them in detail

[rmorde]

Trigun Manga Reaction

Continuing with Volume 1, Chapter 10!

SOOOO CUUUTTTEE!!!!! Let me stare a bit first.

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OK! I'm good! Wait... Arcadia? Huh? Noooo! Does this mean no Woof Woof yet?!

I wonder if the font for the letter in original Japanese is different too. I always like it when this is done instead of using "quotations". It's a nice touch.

Seems like the focus of this chapter are our dear insurance ladies. Love love Milly's devotion in whatever she does. She always strives to do her best in her job, but this dedication to write to each relative she has every month is just something else. I also appreciate how she is kinda treasured for her sweet nature - from Meryl's clear guidance and their boss radar gift.

Ah, Meryl. Ask for chaos and you shall receive. LMAO. However, does she have some problems at home. Just going by her lines here.

OMFG. BWAHAHAHA!!! THESE TWO PAGES!!! 😂🤣😂

I really need to buy hard copies of the manga. This must have been a page turner shock. It looks so serious from one page, but when you go to the next? HA! IT'S VASH GETTING BULLIED BY TWO SENIORS INTO BECOMING THEIR MEAT SHIELD!!! It's such a clever and funny layout.

Admittedly, this was a bit of a busy page. However:

One of my fave drawings by mangakas are when the "break out" objects or characters from the traditional panels. That gun sticking out has a nice 3D like effect.

Speedlines to show how quickly Vash went into for real real meat shield mode for the old couple. Meanwhile, that clear drawing of his hand feels like he is about to take out his gun.

Gun and nail details and... Have I mentioned before how I never really understood the beauty of negative spaces until I started reading this manga? Just something that hit me is all.

THE INSURANCE LADIES TO THE RESCUE! ROFL! Poor Vash getting bowled over. Poor Vash's spine!

Oh my.... Let me just appreciate this for a while.

They're just so beautiful. Oh my goodness. Again let me just gush about how the volume insanely Nightow is at visually communicating scale? Not to mention clothing folds and drapes!

Another fine specimen of scaling and foreshortening! And.. did Meryl just called Vash BROOMHEAD?! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Man's got a point. Unfortunately. Poor, Vash.

BWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!! I CAN'T- I JUST CAN'T!!! Everyone just rolls with it for the greater good while Vash is just stressed! 😂🤣😂

Interesting set of panels:

Again with the negative space

Awww! Milly's sweet tooth and where is she exactly? I can't remember, but she must be from somewhere really stable/rich, right? I mean her family sounds big which indicates their location can support a big population. Plus, the food the she often mentions are not exactly easy to get.

Vash looking for an escape or is it?

Oh, Meryl. I love you and you usually hold the brain cell, but this one time you had been fooled! Grandpa used everything you told them earlier to lay a trap! MERYL, YOU WERE OUTPLAYED!!!

Uhuh? Oh, really? The blush makes me think she didn't think this through and is scrambling for an excuse pronto.

Also, again with that negative space! Nice because it really helps with this "transition" in the next page.

They are walking under a clear blue sky. Idk why it matters a lot to me but it does. It feels "smooth".

Huh... I wonder if Tristamp took queues from this one when they animated Meryl's joy in seeing the garden in Episode 9.

Exposition can be a slog to go through *cough*jjk*cough*. However, this exchange was not overwhelming. The lay out really helped. While some panels/boxes have overtaken by speech bubbles, there are plenty of blank spaces to make it easier on the eyes. It properly built up the last panel which made it more impactful.

This is so lovely to read and the composition is just beautiful.

Again with that negative space. There's a lot of it in the manga I realize.

It's odd to see Meryl without earrings.

Investigative Meryl Mode!

Huh?

And there we go, the rest of the Nebraska Family.

Obviously, this went really differently from the '98 anime. I don't know why I expected Woof Woof already when it's already been made obvious that both anime adaptations shuffled events around.

However, I really appreciate how Meryl and Milly got the spotlight early here. In '98, this was kinda halfway through the series. It was way waay late and Woof Woof already entered the scene.

I must say... '98 really had to get creative with the material that they had because the BDN's Arc was covered from Episodes 7-8. Then Episode 9 introduced Wolfwood. From 10 to 12 were anime originals... I think. Not yet far enough in the manga to know if they were "remixes".

Anyway, the fillers in '98 are not bad and plenty entertaining. Some of the funniest shit and badass scenes of Trigun were from those. They were great addition to the story especially since it never contradicts the characters core (sans the horn doggy-ness).

But it does screw over Wolfwood tho... just a tiny bit on hindsight. I mean if '98 is judged on its own, he is perfectly fine. However, with Tristamp giving his background (which I believe is more loyal to the manga), it is kinda odd how he didn't stuck with Vash after they met in the bus. Then again, Woof Woof has a bit of a different background in '98 which made sense... Kinda.

Augh the challenges of adapted of an on-going manga. Studio Mad had to make things up as they go, but they still did great! The inconsistency with Wolfwood is pretty minor - almost negligible... except why didn't he stick with Vash the first time? Sigh... this may nag me for a while.

Oh. Also for @revenantghost

Ok. Now I'm more excited to see more with the manga's plants.

Sorry for the confusion! When I said I prefer the 9o's version of plants, I'm mainly referring to the lightbulb design which fits the vibes of the plant angels more. It's very magitek which I really like while Tristamp uses tanks which totally make sense since its more sci-fi heavy.

The interesting thing about the plant design in Tristamp is how I can associate them with earth, sky, and water. Earth because of how they remind me of faeries, Sky because of the wings, and Water because they give me mermaid vibes as the live in their tanks. It has its own charm... but yeah magic lightbulb angel ftw!

Again... my bad for not being clear. Sorry.

I do hope we see more of the Bad Lads and eventually BDN in Tristamp properly. HARD AGREE on some lore bible or art book from Studio Orange! I think there were some supplementary materials from the limited edition DVD release tho?

That's a good way to describe Tristamp - a love letter to Trigun itself. I also respect Nightow for just letting Studio Orange do its own spin. Most creators won't be so comfortable giving other free reign in their sandbox.

Also, take good care of yourself. Make sure to get rest enough. And food! Also water!

[mark-the-snark]

TMNT FANDOM: WHY DO WE HAVE SO MANY SHIP NAMES AND WHY DON'T WE USE THEM PROPERLY.

like we should all learn from the miraculous fandom, their shipnames are UNDERSTANDABLE and PRACTICAL.

We have: leosagi, katanashipping, leoichi, leochi, sliderbunny, yuinardo LIKE DAMN.

My suggestion: every version of the ship gets its own ship name.

2012 leo x yuichi - yuinardo. Easy

Rise!Miyamoto usagi x Rise! Leo - sliderbunny. We shouldn't use leosagi guys we had this intervention already and it's not working.

Miyamoto x 2003 leo - LEOSAGI AND KATANASHIPPING. THEY ARE ONLY FOR THAT SHIP LIKE PLZ WERE ANNOYING THE OGS.

And lastly my favorite: Rise! Leo x Yuichi - leoichi or leochi. We don't need two, idk why we have two but one of them needs to go pronto.

Did I make this post only because i'm tired of tagging? Yes. Am i right and i should say it? Also yes.

Now tell me what you guys think cuz i think i'm very smart for this 😤 and i'm also very lazy so feel free to repost and steal this idea cuz i rlly don't wanna tag most of these every time i post these guys

I'M GONNA TAG THIS AS LEOSAGI BUT ONLY CUZ THIS IS AN INTERVENTION. I'M NOT A HYPOCRITE PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. I WOULD ALSO DRAW 03 LEOSAGI BUT I CAN'T DRAW MIYAMOTO FOR SHITE

Also Ooo look whats under this read more button some leoichi fanart maybe u should click this if u read this whole post as a lil prize

now spread my wisdom.

[blindbatalex]

psa: the sharing of this au reflects a desire on my part to write it in the future and is not an invitation for third parties to claim and write it for themselves

We must all draw our own lines when it comes to rpf, and for me, that is writing about athletes' rl families; I am just not comfortable with it. At the same time, Brad's proposal to move into Bergy's basement to become his live-in nanny will not leave my head, so I was thinking about how Bergy could have multiple fictional children without being married in the present day and then I was like--

Well what if this was a verse in which more-often-than-not malicious fae existed and one of them found Bergy one night with a small baby in tow. The parents had wronged the fae and had been killed. They were also supposed to kill the baby. The fairy took pity on the kid though but to leave him at home alive would get it into trouble with other fae.

It could also feel something like a city-wide consensus that Bergy was a good and kind man, so it thought HE can adopt the baby instead. And fae can bend the rules of the material world somewhat, so it assured Bergy that no one would question how and why he acquired the child; they would instead react as if the baby had always been Bergy's with no questions asked re where or who the mum was. It also told Bergy that if he refused the child, it would eat the baby instead, pronto. And Bergy, while having no interest in surprise fatherhood, could not let that happen so he was ultimately like 🤷‍♂️ I guess??

But he is still a single hockey player with an insane schedule, knows nothing about child rearing, and now suddenly has a 3 month old to look after.

AND as it turns out there are a lot of young children who end up as collateral damage to foolish humans crossing the fae, and now that our guy has a solution, it keeps coming to Bergy with more and more babies over the years, each time saying take them or they will make a nice lunch.

And this is how Bergy finds himself as a father of 4, one of whom is definitely a changeling. And of course, in need of a nanny, when his suddenly quits.

[miniherodesktales]

Advent 16: Home Alone Cat - Part 6

If Goalpost Head could create an elaborate battle plan timetable then so could Cat...admittedly his involved more wobbly crayon diagrams (Cat's creative talent lay more in creating fashion, not designing it!) than Rimmer's, but still...No, there was no still! It was rubbish!

'Why did I waste 2 hours drawing an outfit I'm already wearing?' Cat bemoaned. He screwed up the drawing. 'Forget it! I'll just make it up as I go along. Now what's first? Air vent!'

***

'Did you have to smash the guitar?' Hogey asked Logey.

'I did, yeah. Don't be so wet.'

'I'm only saying we don't have to be so impolite.'

The Cat stuck his head out of the air vent just ahead of them.

'Hey, fellas, if you want this ship, you're gonna have to go through me first! I'm really scared!'

'Get him!' Logey ordered.

'I told you this ship wasn't deserted.'

'Shut up! Look, let's think logically about this. If I was that guy I'd be heading to the Drive Room where I could have complete control of all the ship's security features. So let's take the turbo lift and head him off. C'mon!'

'Good afternoon, sirs,' said the lift cordially enough as its door shut behind Hogey and Logey. 'Having a pleasant day scavenging and vandalising, are we?'

'Never mind the chit chat,' Logey snapped. 'Just take us to the Drive Room, pronto!'

'Oh, of course, sir, I'll get you there faster than any other lift on Red Dwarf. Promise. But, let me check first, sir. You are the gentlemen who shot down Starbug 1 earlier today?'

'Uhhh,' said Hogey, sensing danger.

'Look, I don't care for the snide attitude, lift. Just get us to the drive room -that's an order!'

''I never much liked Rimmer,' said the lift. 'But I never wanted to see him dead. It was so much fun terrifying him. But an order is an order and lucky for you, sir, I have a nuclear reactor attached to my counterweight. You want fast, I'll give you fast. Hold on.'

'Did you say nuclear reactor?' asked Logey.

The internal lights turned blood red.

***

The turbo lift doors opened. Hogey and Logey crawled out on their bellies.

'Enjoy the rest of your day,' the lift said, laughing manically.

'Why do they have a lift like that onboard?' Hogey gasped. 'That's crazy!'

'Never mind that,' Logey growled. 'This ship will be ours if it's the last thing I do. And when it is I'm gonna rip out that psychopathic lift and push it out the airlock!'

'Shh!' Hogey hissed. 'This ship hears everything we say!'

'Don't be ridiculous.'

A scutter rolled past them. It clicked at them with its claw. Logey tried to kick it but the scutter dodged him and sped away into the nearest cupboard.

'See? That's all they've got.'

'Ok, guys, you really look like you fancy some toast!'

'What was that?'

The lights suddenly went out.

'Oh no,' said Hogey.

***

On Starbug 4, the medi scutters had pumped Lister full of painkillers and bandaged him up so tightly he could hardly move. He felt great.

'Kryts, how's Rimmer? We've got to hurry!'

'The scutters are nearly ready to turn him back on. But it is a patchwork job until we get him back to the Dwarf. He'll need a recharge.'

'And you?'

'I have the correct number of legs and all fully functional, sir.'

'Good, let's pick up the pace.'

Kryten plucked the Light Bee off the table, twisted its base before shaking it ruthlessly and then tossing it into the air. The kinetic energy gained was enough to give the Light Bee the jump start it needed to fire up.

Rimmer shook his head as his projection solidified. He jumped up and down a couple of times.

'I can feel the floor!' he beamed. 'I love floors so much...I feel really high!'

Kryten patted his shoulder. 'Take it easy, sir.'

'You have a beautiful nose. Oh, so do you, Lister. Don't feel left out.'

'Never mind our noses. Let's get back to the Dwarf and help Cat!'

[tdstoryarchive]

First story I'm gonna post on here...

I've done minimal editing but this is my FIRST ever fanfiction... I hope you all like Star Fox

CHAPTER ONE: The Time Machine

"General Peppers here! Fox! There seems to be a disturbance on Dinosaur Planet!" The Hologram began.

"WHAT?! Again?!"Fox was startled and kind of annoyed.

"The dinosaurs have complaints about a strange rift shocking and breaking apart the planet once again".

"Are we sure the Spellstones are in place? Is General Scales back?!"

" Calm down Fox, Scales is in maximum security and the Spellstones are safe and sound. I need you and your crew to investigate. Pronto. Pepper Out".

Fox put the ship on auto pilot and searched the ship for his crew. He got up and walked to the room quarters

As usual, Slippy was inventing some crazy machine. Fox had no clue what it was, but he didn't like the look of it. Slippy was really focused on the machine, he barely even noticed Fox was in the room.

" Slippy...." Fox said.

No answer.

"SLIPPY!" He said again. Again no answer. So Fox turned out the lights.

"Hey!!"Slippy suddenly yelled, then Fox turned the lights back on.

" We have a new mission..General Peppers wants it done pronto."

Slippy was tweaking with his machine" Alright. Just a few minor adjustments...."

"Are you even listening,Slippy?"

"Yeah Peppers assigned us a mission" Slippy turned around.

"Good. Now, what exactly is that...?" Fox had asked.

"It's a Time Machine!"

"Why...the.. nevermind. Get prepared." Fox walked out of the room

Fox headed down to Peppy's room next Like always, he was drawing up a map for the new area they had found on their last mission.

"Hey, Peppy, we have a new mission. A disturbance on Dinosaur Planet."

Peppy turned around in his chair. "Again? Are the Spellstones in place?"

"Yes! We are already on course to Dinosaur Planet." Fox Started."Get our ships ready, I'll go get Falco"

Fox left the room, Peppy and Slippy trailed out after him.

Long story short our heroes set off on their journey.

Slippy " I've made new translation devices for all of us! Just thought you'd like to know! Slippy Out!".

After miles of space, Dinosaur Planet lay in the distance.

Upon landing, the dinosaurs were no where to be seen, the landscape was once again falling apart.

Fox, Peppy and Falco got of their ships hesitantly,preparing themselves for whatever would come next.

" All clear....literally" Falco had stated.

Fox looked around, confused at what he was witnessing.

" This is strange...maybe we should talk to the Warp Stone to see if he knows what's going on."

"Sounds good to me. If you want, Fox, Peppy and I will stay here and figure out what is causing all this."Slippy said finally stepping off his ship.

Fox nodded in reply to Slippy's suggestion. Then he and Falco went off to the Warp Stone.

"Peppy, check it out, I brought my Time Machine!" Slippy lowered his cargo hold, and sure enough there it was.

"Are you sure that was a good idea?!" Peppy questioned.

"What could go wrong?"

_____________________________

Meanwhile, Fox and Falco were in the Warp Stone's area, except for he wasn't moving. Fox looked up at the giant stone, his eyes were closed,vines grew all around him.

"Maybe he needs Rock Candy, that's what I gave him last time. Stay Here, Okay"?

Falco nodded in response.

Fox was surprised to see the underground store closed! A sign read "Out of business".

Fox sighed "Just my luck".

He went to get Falco and headed back to the ship. That's when he saw it.

Slippy had brought his Time Machine! Fox stormed over.

"Why would you bring that thing?!" Fox yelled, clearly annoyed.

"I-" Slippy had been trying to justify himself, but couldn't find the words.

Uh...Guys?" Falco said suddenly.

Peppy was standing in shock, a red grid was slowly sweeping towards them.

" Your time machine! Is useless!" Where in the Lylat system will WE USE THIS!?"

Fox had hit the Time Machine hard enough to make a dent.

Doing this caused a blue grid to start at Slippy's ship! Once the grids hit, Fox and his friends vanished into time and space!

It was a complete blur for the whole team, Just floating or rather falling,

down,

down,

down.

Until...SMACK!

They had hit the ground hard.

The ships were gone, Dinosaur Planet seemed like nothing but deep forest. Fox woke up and sat up "Ugh....what..."he looked around.

"WHAT THE-?!" He pulled up his wristband screen. But it was just static.

That's when he noticed the ship was gone! Instead of the ship, it was Slippy's time machine.

Fox hated that thing.

He woke up everyone else they were just as confused as Fox was. "Okay guys here's the plan-"

Suddenly, a Triceratops came running through. It was fast! It almost trampled the time machine! Luckily, Slippy pulled it away just in time.

"What in the-" Falco started, but he got interrupted by a loud,spine-chilling roar! A T-Rex stormed out from the trees after the Triceratops.

"Ruuuun!" Peppy screamed. Then they bolted into the unknown.

_________________________________________

Next

[bonfirepoetry]

God bless you.

I need to get off twitter before I x off a Hitler

Before I add a red dot to the chest or headshot a Hitler

Fuck it, let's drink

Beat

I light one up and contemplate my achievements

Put them on a scale and balance things, I need amends

Me, I'm in need, friend, it's been a while since I really--

Lost it, like no thoughts served my competence

The news make us digest a gas mask just in case of riots

Violence snowballs violence, Trump almost had the back of his eye shot

Like, they shot Kennedy too, what's the point of going Jamie Lannister

When in exchange, I'd get more violence jamming my hand to get stuck

In the empty pockets of another man, it's done, I'm a body to add to count

The bad kid loves breaking shit, but they steer it to dracos and counts

And to think that Dracula wouldn't bother leeching-- He wouldn't? He'd bite

And soak his sleeves in the blood of streets that we insist to unite

Record my depo in video for it to be seen, all eyes on the screen

That I'm not the one to shoot the man, it all falls between

Wrong or right, ain't it? It's a matter of knowing when it

Unfolds to drawing curtains for a show that costs a sin, pen it:

You're putting up a fake persona, one man army, unbreakable ego

Mistakes, they're shown feeble, twist a bone and it'll sprinkle

Just so we can also point our guns to our brothers in arms

And go dogs, reservoir... But nah, not moi, I'd rather set this off in arts

Sorry if I ain't your perfect role model, but since I resonate lotto

I guess it's my responsibility to speak for the ones out in autos

Don't crash and don't go too fast, that's not how I'd pronto

Mark that as my motto, that's not how I pronto, I've no one to front to

Just like a gun, I've no one to taunt, I don't bling them for fun

But if I'm to quote a dead rapper without all the games

I'd prefer to write another sixteen lines naming the dons

It's mutual respect in silence if I point at torches with names

Not to burn them, but oh well, they laugh with Ks in Brazil

Some carry As to that, so it's a flip-a-coin duel up their hills

Mean that in double, pros and cons, entendre's for real

Kids in kevlar, armored trucks, the way's up, but down, feel?

I'm sick for the time being, awake past 3 in the night

Smoking by my lamp's yellow light, in my sheets with no wife

No boy or girl that was made from whom my dad made

Or in the sense of embraced, so I'll adopt a campaign to aid

Cancelable bars? Something in the lines of going Angelina and Brad

Like, join in, I made me this bread, grab a knife for the cheese

Like in the movie Redemption, I'll raise a roof if must be

I'll raise a church, must I preach, and if must, until I'm deceased

Not uniquely Christ, but like a hard drive from 4 Your Eyez Only

My life'd revolve around a cause, it'd be caused by causes in need of eyes on them

Don't put my name or rhymes on it, but let it sink, no Titanic

If I'm to be titanium, I'll be til my cranium copes with every damn bit

[keeponquinning]

I read this...on / off all day yesterday, one part when I was feeling by myself in a crowded room and when I tell you it gave me COMFORT. I feel like the cat gif is appropriate because MY GOD. This was such a good one. The way it literally warmed my heart, I... Your writing?? So eloquent, you know? It's so like, poetic. It really draws you in, and, I just love it. As usual, your writing as Eddie is so perfect, as well as the other characters, like, if there was a season between season 3 and 4, I'd picture this so clearly.

o k a y!

Really not making it easy for Reader! My heart went out, with their saturday, car trouble on monday and THEN him out for that day? CRUEL. But I also can't blame Eddie for wanting Monday off after the bullshit from that party with Jason. And to GO GET A TATTOO, like so Eddie, and we love him for it. I just feel bad for Reader, when her thoughts go to that place, poor thing was such a mess.

O'Donnell can suck it, and pop quizzes are evil. I said what I said.

So I mentioned earlier how amazing you write the other characters, the hellfire crew is what really shows it. I remember watching the scenes with them and Freak #3 or Dave ( we love to name him! ) was always SO INTENSE, so him, hearing the shit about Jason like "Do we need to make them pay?" WAS !! SO ON POINT!! i Know he barely had lines but what we saw, THAT WAS PERFECT.

Also loved that Gareth took over explaining what happened, but also not explaining what happened. It brings me back to the previous chapter, when he was digging his heels but then Eddie's please got him to go. I just. We were so cheated out of more of the Hellfire Boys dynamic and interactions. Like, I sense a real friendship / brothership with them, or I want to at least ! And I'm getting that here. Jeff laughing at Mike for thinking Eddie went to the hospital and teasing him about it, and Dustin and Mike "offering" advice on what movie to take Cindy ( which, go gareth! ) and Eddie being genuinely happy for Gareth getting Cindy's number and all that LIKE. God, it was just so pleasant to read. I'd watch / read a whole series on Hellfire Club pre-season 4. I'm hoping they don't get forgotten in season 5 and if they do, we ride at DAWN.

I do love the part where it's told about Eddie and his locker, that the first time he wanted to leave his mark, but by now, that's lost his charm. Oh, Eddie.

And then Chrissy, Chrissy, Chrissy.

I honestly feel so bad for her. She needs to dump Jason, pronto. I want her to be happy 🥺 and not under Jason's thumb. I don't blame her for being pulled in by Eddie, like, who wouldn't? And it's not like she knows he isn't BURNING for reader, and yes, i said BURNING. ( "I burn for you." we keeping the Bridgerton aesthetic thank you ) And I fell for Eddie a bit more that while he pushed away from her, he can't just not care, especially seeing how Jason treats her and orders her around. I hate him so much. I worry how Chrissy will affect Eddie x Reader but I also can't help but just wanna give her a hug, ya feel?

And now, good god.

My heart.

Reader suffered not seeing Eddie on Monday, but her touching his tattoo, touching it, I feel....made up for it BIG TIME. Your poetic writing made this part SHINE. How Reader is so delicately feral I fucking love it. The way this man's skin is described...... Strong and yet so soft, like VELVET? Got me screaming inside. It's so giving Pride and Prejudice, the hand hold, the hand FLEX. "You can touch it" had me REELING.

They way both of them got bolder, and the subtle ways of Eddie reacting to Reader's touch, the soft sighs and approving hums. the word TENDONS makes my heart a flutter now, and mixed in with their dialogue, just having a conversation, while she's stroking his forearm just feels so damn intimate. The little movements, like pressing reader's fingers just a bit deep out of concern, when she tried to pull away and he GRABS HER ARM??? Takes deep breath.

And then. AND THEN???

"I really care for you."

"I care for you, too."

SCREAMS. SQUEEZING EACH OTHER'S ARMS. THEN HANDS.

"You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble."

Once again, amazing chapter, gorgeous writing. Ugh, have my heart.

Don't Stand So Close To Me — Chapter 9

Eddie x Teacher!Reader

Chapter 9/? 4.4k. Series Masterlist

Summary: Forced to move back home to Hawkins after your fiancé cheats on you, you begin to fall in love again with an audacious 20 year old metalhead, only there’s one problem — he’s still in high school and you’re his English teacher.

Forbidden love is complicated. What will your desire teach you?

Series CW: forbidden romance, slow burn, perv!eddie, smut (18+ mdni), true love, student-teacher relationship, 10 year age gap, mutual pining, sexual tension, emotions, drama, angst, character development, happy ending :)

Chapter warnings: mild angst, longing, mild exploration through touch

Frost. The first of the year.

It covered the leaves that littered the parking lot outside your apartment in swirling fractals and crunched beneath your boots. 

Barely out of October and you could already feel winter knocking at your door. 

The sky was awash in a pale blue-grey as the sun came up behind the overcast clouds. The rain from the weekend brought down most of the leaves, though some of the more reluctant ones still clung to the trees in patches of yellow and orange. 

You unlocked the door to your red Chevy Nova and dropped your leather satchel on the passenger’s seat. 

The fog that had settled in your mind lifted just enough to get your papers graded. Just enough to get most of the dishes washed. The laundry could wait. 

You turned the key in the ignition and — nothing. Well, it wasn’t nothing, there was a clicking that got louder the harder you forced the key forward.

“Come on.”

Had you left your lights on by accident? It wouldn’t be the first time. The lights were turning on though. You threw your weight into the brakes as you turned the key harder. Over and over it whined and whirred and clicked until finally the engine awoke with a rumble.

You blamed the cold.

Happy Monday.

The thing about the fog is that once it settled it was hard to lift completely. You would enter the teacher’s lounge in a daze. You would go through the motions of pouring yourself your second cup of coffee, of finding an open milk carton. Of putting on a bright face and saying hello as you make small talk with the faculty, though your mind was miles away. 

You would sit down on the old, threadbare chair at your desk and review your lesson plans for the day while your mind struggled to adjust to the whirring chaos around you. The fuzzy voice over the loudspeaker. The ringing of bells and hundreds of voices echoing off the lockers in the hallway. The teenagers that you were responsible for filtering into your classroom, the energy of this weekend carrying over into their laughter and antics. 

You would put on that bright face and pull yourself together, though the fog was thick with thoughts you couldn’t seem to shake. Sometimes you were grateful for the distraction of your class — tangible and in need of attention. Other times the mask got heavy. It was hard to breathe behind. There were times when all you wanted to do was hide, but the mask offered little protection.

At the top of fourth period, you stood at the front of the classroom like you always did, checking little marks by the names in your grading binder as your eyes scanned down the rows. You paused when you got to Eddie’s. 

His seat was empty.

Your stomach dropped, as did your face. Everyone’s eyes were on you. You wondered if they noticed the change in your expression. 

Maybe he’s just running late. 

Maybe he’s sick.

You steadied the pencil in your hand, took a deep breath, and continued on down the rows. Inside your heart was racing, mind spinning with every possibility. It took all of your strength to keep the mask on for your class. 

It might have been the longest 50 minutes of your life. When the bell finally relieved you from your post, you barely remembered to grab your purse before your feet carried you briskly, as fast as they could professionally move, down the hallway toward the teacher’s lounge.

You snatched one of the newspapers slumped in a pile on one of the tables and began to tear through it, flipping through the pages with ravenous eyes, looking for something, anything about an accident or a death or his name or anything. 

You sensed someone behind you peering over your shoulder. You could almost feel their hot, labored breathing on your neck.

It took little more than a tilt of your head to see who it was. “H-hi Doris,” you said, stilling the paper in your trembling hands.

“Boy I’ve never seen anyone read a paper so fast in my life,” she said dryly. “Watcha lookin’ for?”

You tucked your wild hair behind your ear and pulled yourself together. “Oh, um,” What were you looking for? Would it sound weird to say? Of course it would. Your mind whirred with appropriate and totally not crazy responses. “My— my car was having some trouble this morning and I uh, you know just thought I’d check the paper to see um— uh, a number for a mechanic or something.”

Ms. O’Donnell stared down at the paper. “Good luck finding one in the obituary section.”

“Ha. Very funny,” you said, folding the paper. “Say uh, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Eddie today? Was he absent for your class too?”

She huffed, un-phased. “Munson? Haven’t seen him. Honestly I’m more surprised when he shows up.”

“Ah, ok.” You stared down at the paper, the words blurring.

“You know he got a D on the pop quiz I gave on Friday.”

You gave a single nod, lips forming a hard line. “Well, he wasn’t able to study, was he?”

“Course not, it’s a pop quiz. You know I’ve gotta give it to you for trying.”

“Yes, well, so is he,” you said curtly. You left the paper crumpled on the table, turning on your heel toward the door. 

Tears burned behind your eyes. You knew it was silly. Maybe that’s why they stung. The whole thing was silly and he was probably just sick like half the school was this time of year. But your feet had their own agenda and that was how you found yourself standing in front of the receptionist in the main office.

“Eddie Munson?” she asked, looking over her paperwork. “No I didn’t get a phone call or anything. I marked him as an unexcused absence.”

“Oh, ok. Thanks for checking.”

“You know, his attendance has actually been… unusually good this year.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. Thanks anyway.” Head down, you almost ran into Diane as you turned to leave.

“Hey soldier, what brings you to my side of the line?”

“Nothing it’s— it’s stupid. I should get going before my lunch break is over.”

Diane folded her arms across her soft, green cardigan. “What’s up?” she asked gently, guiding you out of the way of incoming traffic. “You seem… upset.”

“It’s really nothing. I’m just…” you glanced around the office.

“You wanna talk about it?” 

Your voice caught in your throat. Your mouth twitched but no words came out.

“Come on, that’s what my office is for.”

Diane led you across the noisy office with all the talking, and phone ringing, and copy machines whirring, through her doorway — into silence.

You sat down and looked around at what everybody else saw when they took this seat — the concrete walls painted a soft peachy-pink. The plants in her window. The few inspirational posters. The warm glow of the three lamps that lit the room. No fluorescents.

Only Diane did not take her usual place behind her desk, instead she took the seat next to you.

“I’m sorry, this is really stupid. Eddie wasn’t in class today, and I— I know it’s like, well so what, but—” you started.

“He’s the one you’ve been tutoring right?”

“Yeah.” 

“He’s never been absent before?” Diane asked with a little chuckle, “It’s almost November.”

“Yeah— yeah, I know. It’s really paranoid of me. He just said that he was going to a party this weekend and I—“ you swallowed, glancing away. 

Diane’s face dropped. “Oh.” She put her hand on your shoulder. “I know this is a hard holiday for you, but I’m sure he’s fine. You’re just catastrophizing. I understand where it’s coming from though.” 

“Yeah— yeah I’m sure you’re right, I just…” you sighed, taking a moment to steady your breath as her hand soothed over your back. “This weekend was… hard. It’s still hard. All day today.” 

“That’s the hidden toll of teaching, isn’t it?” Diane mused, “You see these kids every day and you get so… invested in them. It’s an emotional labor, you know?” 

You did know. Just like the papers you graded, it was something you took home with you. Even before Eddie. That was the thing about teaching, even after you went home the job never really ended. 

“You really care about him, don’t you?”

Her words hung in the air as your stomach dropped, face turning hot. You couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Yes,” you choked out. “I mean I care about all my students,” you added quickly.

If only she knew. 

______

Tuesday, October 29th 1985

Eddie slid his plastic lunch tray along the counter as he waited for his turn in the lunch line like some sort of prisoner.

In his mind he was still cruising the freeway, watching state signs pass, watching the upright citizens of the world go about their daily grind as he watched like a spectator from the outside. Just rambling through. That was what he loved most about skipping school — the feeling of being outside, of wondering what sort of bullshit class his friends were having to fight sleep through as he drove on past with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas.

His suffering had earned him almost $300 on Saturday and he was bound and determined to put it to good use. He needed a three day weekend after that. Hell, he really needed to just take the whole week but he figured that might be pushing it.

When he saw the look on your face as he entered your class an hour ago, he was grateful that he hadn’t. He would spend the first ten minutes of it running his fingers over the subtle indents that your green grading pen left behind on his test, feeling for your hand through the paper. Feeling the braille of the lines that came together to form the words “I’m proud of you”.

He could count on one hand the number of As he had gotten in his life — this was one of them. 

He would spend the next forty minutes of class watching you, as he always did, with his cheek pressed against his knuckles. He would imagine you in his passenger’s seat — cruising down the road with a mug full of coffee and a tank full of gas. How you would bring your own tapes and serenade him with Joni Mitchell’s “Coyote”. How he would much rather be a prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

The lunch lady took his tray and slapped a helping of overcooked green beans that looked more grey than green, followed by a splat of mashed potatoes and a shriveled pork chop. Eddie was grateful for how generous she was with the gravy, it would help combat the dryness. Yum.

Eddie took the tray and gave a gracious nod before making his way to the head of the Hellfire table.

“Hey man, where were you yesterday?” asked Dustin through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Eddie plopped both his tray and himself down with a sly smirk. He shed his jacket, revealing the bandage on his forearm. 

“Oh shit were you in the hospital or something?” asked Mike. 

“No he got a tattoo, you doofus,” laughed Jeff, nudging him with his foot under the table.

Mike rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah that’s super obvious.”

“It is,” Jeff snorted.

“Did you end up getting the sphinx from Powerslave?” asked Dave.

“I actually went with the puppet master, I’ll show you guys tomorrow when I can take this thing off. It’s really sick.” Eddie sawed at the hard, dry pork chop with his knife, stabbing it still with the fork in his other hand.

“So how was um, ‘business’ this weekend?” asked Dustin.

Eddie stopped sawing. He hesitated for a moment, his stomach churning as he recalled what happened. The red in Jason’s eyes as he grabbed him by the shirt. The look on all of their faces staring down at him.

Gareth caught his eyes. “Everybody keep an eye out for Jason Carver and any of his bitchboys. They have it out for Eddie,” he interjected.

The table erupted in questions. 

“Why, what happened?” asked Dustin.

“Do we need to make them pay?” Dave cracked his knuckles.

“No— no we’re gonna just lay low but keep an eye out for them. Chrissy keeps talking to Eddie and Jason’s being a jealous little bitch about it. Keep an eye out for her too,” answered Gareth.

Eddie felt the pressure release in his chest and gave Gareth a gracious look. He caught the remorse in his eyes. There was another thing that Eddie was relieved by — he left out the part about you.

“Shitheads just being shitheads,” said Eddie finally. “But uh, Gareth’s night wasn’t so shitty,” he prompted with a raise of his eyebrows, changing the subject.

The table shifted audibly.

Gareth smirked. “Yeah Cindy gave me her number.”

Cheers, elbow jabs, and banging on the table came from all directions. Eddie smiled at his friend, full and genuine. 

“I called her last night.”

More eruptive cheers. Louder this time.

“What did she say?”

“How’d it go?”

“Did you ask her out?”

“Woah, easy boys, one question at a time,” Gareth chided gently, raising his hands. “I haven’t asked her out yet. We just talked about movies and stuff. I’m trying to feel it out, you know? Gotta take it slow, I don’t wanna scare her away,” he laughed. “It went good though, we talked for like an hour.”

“You should take her to see Goonies,” Dustin suggested.

“She’s already seen Goonies, plus that’s like… is that really a date movie? What kind of movies are date movies?”

Dave snorted, “Stupid movies.”

“Yeah take her to A Room With a View,” Jeff laughed.

“Ew that’s like, serious isn’t it?”

“How ‘bout Rocky IV, that’s romantic,” offered Dustin through a snicker.

“No—no wait the new National Lampoon’s,” Mike chortled.

“Really helpful, thanks guys.”

Eddie chuckled distantly, taking a stab at his green beans. He glanced over toward the door to the teacher’s lounge, across the expanse of the noisy cafeteria. Somewhere behind that wall you too were at a table, eating lunch by yourself in a room full of people. He wondered if you felt as lonely as he did sometimes, a loneliness in feelings that weren’t appropriate to share.

______

Eddie sifted through the contents of his locker, hunting for his chemistry textbook amongst the chaos of loose papers without homes. The door, which shielded him in part from the noisy hallway, was stark. There were remnants of stickers inside from previous occupants, but aside from the papers with his name on it, there was no trace of Eddie Munson. He remembered his first few lockers here, how keen he was to leave his mark on them, to slap Iron Maiden and Slayer stickers on the inside that future occupants would have to scrape to get off. He was less keen to make a home of his sixth. 

“Hey Eddie.”

He recognized the voice. Powder soft and sugar sweet, it was twinged with a tentative sadness. He took one look at Chrissy Cunningham and shut his locker, turning away.

“Eddie, wait,” she pleaded, chasing after him.

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” he said sharply, keeping his pace.

“I know, I’m sorry,” she admitted, her white tennis shoes hitting the tile in quick succession to keep up with his much larger gait. 

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“I— I just wanted to apologize.”

 Eddie gave a sharp puff of air through his nose and slowed his pace. 

“I’m really sorry about Saturday. I was really drunk, I didn’t mean to get you in any trouble.”

Eddie stopped, turning to her sharply. “Yeah? Well, the longer you stand here and talk to me, the closer I am to getting in trouble again, so…”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.”

“Well, you have,” he said curtly, turning away. His feet carried him briskly down the hall, leaving her in the gust of air he left behind.

It might have stopped her feet from following him then, but it didn’t stop her eyes from following as they searched for his across the room in chemistry class. 

He would try to avoid them, but eventually the searing heat of her gaze got the best of him. He would concede, and when he did catch a glance of those green eyes from across the room he would think about the time he saw them last. Red and heavy lidded. He would think about the way she stumbled off that couch. The way she crumbled under the weight of Jason’s voice.

So he would concede and meet her eyes for just a moment from across the classroom. Behind them, equal parts desire and remorse. 

______

How would you describe Eddie Munson? You had been asking yourself this question since your first encounter after school. 

There were the obvious things — Plush lips. Strong chin. Soft nose. A jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Big brown eyes like a baby cow. Wild ringlets that framed his face and cascaded down his shoulders.

Then, more subtly — A summer wind. Restless and frenetic, but soft all at once. Soft in the comfortable silence that sometimes fell between you. The silence of listening. There was warmth in him too — the kind of warmth that colored the brightness of his voice when the silence was broken. He was wild, and warm, and restless, and magnetic all at once. A summer wind.

It was a question you would ask yourself after every encounter. Each time you would come away with something more.

What you did know for certain today was that nothing compared to the sight of his sweet face as he took the seat across from you. 

“It’s good to see you,” you said. As if that even scratched the surface.

“Yeah, you too.” His eyes held yours as he shed his jacket around the chair. He leaned forward in it, resting his arms on the desk between you.

You were just happy to see the pink in his cheeks, the extra fluff in his hair today. You could smell the product in it even from across the desk. Your fingers occupied themselves with the pen in front of you. “I was… worried about you. On Monday.” 

His eyes widened. “Shit, I’m really sorry about that,” he lamented. You could tell that he meant it too. “I was uh, getting this.” He presented his forearm with a cheeky grin.

You looked down at the inky black lines on his skin. At the gnarled hand grasping a wooden marionette cross with strings hanging down. You followed them down to what appeared to be some sort of zombie or undead creature hanging from them.

Your eyes lit up like Christmas. “Aren’t those… illegal here?” you asked in a crazed little whisper, the look on your face was wild and fascinated. 

“Only in Indiana.” You could hear the mischief in his voice. “I drove to Illinois to get it. That’s why I had to take the whole day.”

You had to laugh. And you did. “Well I’m glad you’re safe. I guess it was… silly of me to worry so much.”

“No— no I should have at least called in and made up some bullshit. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. That’s all that matters.” You looked down at his arm again, at the dark, angry lines across his reddened skin. “Did it hurt?” 

“Yeah, it always does a little. This one wasn’t so bad. I have others.” His dark eyes flashed at you as he hooked his fingers over the collar of his shirt, exposing the ink under his collarbone. “This one hurt the worst,” he said with a soft smirk. His hand lingered there, an offering to your eyes.

You cursed the animal inside you. The one that growled from deep within your abdomen and crawled its way into your cheeks. The one that whispered about what your lips might feel like on the skin that he exposed for you. 

“O—oh yeah I can see why that would hurt.” Your eyes diverted back to his arm, tracing the lines with your eyes. You brought your face closer to examine, but you were more interested in the velvet skin of his forearm. How something could be strong and soft all at once. Your fingers twitched above it.  

“You can touch it,” he said. An offering — an experience. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your eyes met his. Hesitant, you accepted, lowering your fingers slowly, then your eyes. He was so warm and impossibly soft. You were almost afraid he would feel your pulse pounding through your fingertips as they traced tentative, delicate patterns across his skin. 

There was a gentle puff of air against your face as he sighed at the contact. 

It took courage to look up at him, but when you did he held your gaze with an intensity that made you shudder.

“Sorry, my fingers are cold,” you said with a nervous laugh. 

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” His voice was gentle, distant, like a trance. “It feels… nice actually.”

You lowered your eyes again, and then more of your fingers across his warm, velvet skin, sliding slowly up and down the solid expanse of his forearm. You could feel the tendons, the soft brush of hair at the edges.

“Does it still hurt?” you asked softly.

“Yeah, a little. Kind of itches more than anything now.”

His palm was facing up at you, so close to the heat of your body. His long fingers twitched. 

You should have pulled away. You knew you should and you were trying but his skin was like a magnet and you could not bring yourself to do it. It was too painful. 

“How was the party?” you asked as a knot twisted in your stomach.

He huffed and shook his head, “Pretty shitty if I’m being honest.”

The knot released a little. “That bad huh?”

His eyes widened, giving a crazed little look, “Yeah, it was that bad.”

“What happened?” 

His brow furrowed as he searched for the words, “Just… drama I guess — involving a certain, uh, basic primate. It’s really stupid, honestly.”

Your fingers pressed concern against his arm, ever so subtly. “Jason?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, casting his gaze away. “Yeah, he’s a real dick. Anyway, like I said, it’s stupid.”

You wanted to press on, but it seemed like he didn’t care to elaborate. 

“I was worried about you, at the party,” you said softly. And then you did something bold, as if possessed by a force stronger than your noble mind — you lowered your palm.

You could feel his approving hum through your hand, the vibrations rippling from under his velvet skin. 

“I knew you would be. I was extra careful.” His eyes flitted up to yours. “For you.”

It was the seriousness of his tone that stirred you most. The earnest, deadpan look on his face, like there were volumes behind those two words.

It opened up a narrow passage, and you entered with the boldest thing that you had ever said. 

“I really care for you.”

You wondered if he could feel your pulse hammering against his arm, feel your hand start to sweat. Your fingers twitched, mind racing with second-guessing. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. You lifted your hand to remove it, but then he did something that surprised you.

His hand below you gripped your arm. 

“No—no,” he soothed, his eyes meeting yours in earnest. “It’s ok.” 

Time stopped — frozen as he held you in his gaze. You might have thought your heart stopped too had it not been so audibly pounding in your ears.

“I care for you too,” he admitted.

The breath that was caught in your chest released, and with his permission, you relaxed into the touch. You squeezed his arm gently — a gesture he returned, and heavy sigh escaped both of you at once. 

It was only a moment, but there a whisper, no — a bold admission in the quiet of the air between you. 

He smiled at you. Breathy and crooked, a wild warmth in his eyes. And for one stolen moment the fear that had nestled itself deep within your chest melted away. 

The animal inside you stirred, stretching outward like a yawn, up into your neck and cheeks again. It was warm this time. Comfortable now. 

The world around you fell away. The concrete walls, and clocks, and bells, and chalkboards ceased to exist. There was nothing else that mattered except hands on skin across the great divide of the desk lodged between you. 

Your mouth twitched but words would not come. You feared that if they did the spell would break. 

Eddie was much braver.

“I wish you could have come. To the party. I mean like, hypothetically, not… realistically. But like, another party. I— I don’t know. Sorry that sounds really stupid,” he said with a little chuckle. His arm remained locked to yours, curious fingers wandering across your skin. 

“No it’s not, I— I wish I could have gone too. Hypothetically. I would have had a much better Saturday night than I did on my own, trust me,” you said with a pained laugh.

He shook his head, thumb rubbing electric circles on your arm. “Oh I don’t know about that.”

“I do,” you said.

And with that Eddie did something even braver — his palm traced its way down your arm until it found your hand. He held it in his for a moment, warm, calloused thumb soothing over your knuckles. You could feel those bones again, those strong fingers that held you steady as you threatened to tremble. 

It was only for a moment. But in this moment there were two things that were abundantly clear for both of you —

1. It felt too good to stop.

2. That things would never be the same.

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A/N: Well, well — we have an admission! After quite possibly the longest October in history, time is going to start moving a little more quickly now that our forbidden lovebirds are on the same page. We've still got some more hurdles to navigate, but strap in as we prepare for liftoff! 🚀

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A smaller note — I have given Freak #3 the name of Dave.

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[the-firebird69]

They are up in DC in forest and it's the trumpsters and they're all over the place and they're trying to take over Britain but they're not there but the rndc and New York City too you have like half of DC and half of New York City by population you need to leave and they need to be asked to leave my husband asked what is their business up there so we can ruin it and we know what they do and they're going around taking from people so we're going to go up and take from them and we're going to build a base out there somewhere main or something I figured out something else we should probably do that to draw the assholes off

Hera

They keep going up there taking over and sit here yelling at people and trying to get our son arrested and I'm sick of that process I want these trumpsters out and we need them out and we need them out pronto and we need them out all the time every day every time someone sticks her head in New York or DC and we use that I can't stand them building up and having to go through this every day he's a young man you're torturing the s*** out of him and it's Olympus fault but not enforcing the laws and the rules that we have you're not making it fair for him and no one else is

Thor Freya

It's only partially true they're getting away with doing it and he knows that too but you're right we could be doing better we're going to put a base up there in Maine I'm going to come down and rip the trumpsters out and that's a good idea

Olympus

[brittlebonesguy]

12,13,finale,reunion

i hate robert’s flavor of deep voice. it’s grating to listen to. happy kathy won and not robert. not sure i like her son though.... the answer is yes kathy. you need to be a duo with rob because that is the only way to get to the final 2. the other duos are way too close. i think my favorite part of older survivor is that the people at the bottom of the alliances realize that they are in a terrible position and flip when they have to. people are way too passive in recent seasons it annoys me. there’s nothing i hate more than majority alliances picking off people one by one. its so boring. this season had that beginnings of that multiple times and then it just gets snipped in the bud. i love it. i do like kathy so if neleh has to go this episode so be it. in fact i welcome it. thank CHRIST neleh lost. out of the three duos in the game i like paschal and neleh the least just because. kathy....you’re fucked. so i’m hoping the v and sean duo survives but that will rest solely on who wins immunity and how kathy, the new swing vote, votes. 

i hope neleh wins this reward challenge since it’s the car one. and the myth does say if you win a car, you won’t win the show. sean......im so sorry but you aren’t winning the show after getting that car. rip. if i were the flip vote i’d side with v and sean because i feel like there’s a chance of separating them, but definitely not pachal and neleh. pachal it’s survivor everyone has an agenda. also not loving how he’s talking... and neleh and pashal say they have a “relationahip” but never say alliance. but when v and sean say the same thing they’re....deceiving you? in any case kathy’s best chance is with sean and v so i hope she goes full throttle with them. how does someone drop something every season when they do this challenge its amazing really. yessss kathyyyyy!! dropped her shit and still won. okay but sean is literally right. kathy.....dumb decision. oddly enough i’ll miss you sean.

 i need v to win immunity pronto. and NO KATHY you didn’t make right decision. anyway i hope v wins. omg!!!! v wins and her and kathy are gonna create an alliance to get to the final 2 together. please don’t let me down. please be serious you two. GOD YES i’ve missed pulling rocks im so happy it’s finally happening. and paschal who had no votes goes home. god i love drawing rocks. and just like that the universe said all women final 3. ideal situation for me really. final 2 v and kathy?👀 damn jeff....you’re just gonna say whatever now. nooooo i know neleh is gonna win. v whyy. you know what i’m fine with this final two and v get’s some money anyway (neleh is absolutely going to win, especially after seeing john’s reaction to v making a deal against kathy with neleh). not to be mean but i hate neleh’s “oh my heck” i really do. not them both thinking taking v/neleh to the final two i have a better shot. girlies only one of you is right. i’m glad you support women zoe love that for you and i too love an all women final. fuck offffff robert we know you don’t want a woman to win especially against you......a man who’s won one challenge. you’re a terrifying sight to behold.... john ajdhksjbskdb my god so righteous. there’s so much god talk this season damn. jesus tammy ajdsdsh lay INTO them. you know it’s funny that v and neleh wanted to play the game differently aka ethically and without lying because season 2 they was a lot less lying and more camaraderie than this season. the one that comes to mind is gina being voted out right after kathy, paschal and neleh all said we’re a family and we don’t vote based on tribal lines despite......mhm mmm sounds like you guys played way more ethically.  

not neleh saying she didn’t start playing the game until day 24....girl and then she didn’t even answer the question (aka what you did BY YOURSELF not in a group setting). 2 coasters sitting in the finale who don’t answer the questions at all 💅🏻. love that v really plain and simple said i should win because i fully played the game and...she’s right. neleh didn’t do a single thing this whole season. it’s always super religious people who do the bad things they yell at other people for doing huh. lying and cheating is bad unless i do it 🥺 neleh needs to stop admitting to not playing the game until like merge thats ridiculous 

yesss give me three full minutes of you and a helicopter jeffery. strong whistle jeffery no wonder the cab stopped. STOPP!!! “can i get a receipt?” i hope this gag never ends even though i know it does. too funny. congrats v! definitely played better than neleh. 

no.....noooo....WHY IS COLBY HERE???????????? but at least i can rest easy knowing that one host is gone. i couldn’t do another reunion with him. okay so i thin overall i would give this season an 8/10. i highly enjoyed it but i didn’t have a ride or die love of my life (you’ll always be in my heart teresa <3) and i did dislike several people which is why it isnt higher. however i LOVE LOVE the all women finale and the gameplay this season was actually interesting.

[citree]

THEM!!

Friends. uwu @citree