#Just me sayin shit

[strangersteddierthings]

So it's like, Eddie comes back and now he's like really affectionate to Steve in a way he wasn't before. Except it's not Eddie, it's Kas trying to pretend to be Eddie. Kas doesn't have Eddie's memories, just echos of feelings towards people and apparently Eddie had Super Strong Feelings towards Steve. So strong Kas thinks "They must have been lovers. If I play in love with the man with the nailbat, they will surely Believe I Am Eddie and I can help Vecna defeat them from within" and that is NOT the case.

Queue shenanigans as everyone tries to figure what who the hell is in their friend's body while trying to pretend they don't suspect a thing. Because the sudden affection for Steve is just the piece that tips the scale, because there's been an awful lot of things not adding up since Eddie returned. Like Eddie eating veggies happily while Wayne stares at him, suspicious and confused, or when Will asked about DnD and 'Eddie' was like what the fuck is that and Will's like... Dungeons and Dragons? The others said you were just as obsessed as us with it?? and Kas!Eddie has to be like "*nervous laughter* hahaha I jest I love the Dungeons and the Dragons". Etc.

And then poor steve is left to deal with this affection he wanted so bad before but doesn't want now because he didn't want Eddie for his body (even if it is a really nice body) but he liked all the things about Eddie that no longer seem to exist. He's not loud, he's not outspoken and wild, he doesn't care for music anymore, didn't even know what dnd was! Everything that made Eddie Eddie is gone and Steve doesn't know how to feel about finally getting what he wanted (Eddie's affection) but it's not the Eddie Steve fell in love with. But Steve's supposed to be distracting the imposter while the others work out a plan.

[dailyraphael]

day 78!

[xxplastic-cubexx]

talking to my brother about quicksilver and i was like 'ik him and wanda are twins but he exudes little brother energy so much' and my bro Without Hesitation just went 'well thats what happens when you're the least favorite in the family' and he says this to me, the youngest in our family like 🧍‍♂️

[crustyfloor]

Luka is very good at keeping himself composed on stage, mostly with the help of maintaining track of his heart rate, but during Mizi's attack in ROMH he seemed to slip up, not only was the red background a tell-tale sign of Mizi's violent intentions but it was a more symbolic way of showing Luka in quite visceral fear. Even if for only a second.

I'm not convinced Luka will be as continuously calculated as he normally comes off, it all seems too fake to me. Because it is. It’s a similar case to Ivan who can't feel, isn't normal, isn't human enough so he makes a persona to blend in. So Luka, whoever he is, makes this version of himself to cope with what he has to live through, pretending like he's on top of it all to survive in this world.

So in round 7, I think something drastic will happen to make him 'snap' in a way.

It's safe to say that we don't know Luka. We don't know who he really is. We don't know his real desires. But we do know one thing--he is scared. he is afraid of the aliens. That's why he appeases them--being their trophy. He's only kept around for his purpose as an entertainer and nothing else and he's very aware of that. He knows very well that a dented trophy will be discarded; with that mindset, he's been able to get so far, and he's scared of losing. That's why he holds any little thing he can get his hands on close. And an important extension of that fear is his fear of losing power.

Till should be the more likely in this position, given he's such a rebel. But isn't that just too predictable? Keep in mind, that Till is a strong person. Even after all he's been through, even after he's been beaten into something more manageable for the aliens--He still hasn't lost his spark. Till is a raging storm. subdued but nonetheless a force to be reckoned with.

Round 6's effect on Till is greatly ambiguous for now but at this point when the time for round 7 comes, Till has been put through so much hell. Whatever Luka does to provoke him probably won't work, he and Luka are equally talented individuals and will make for an intense battle, and at the end of the day, the numbers won't lie. Exactly that is what Luka is ready for but scared of--a worthy opponent for the throne. Someone capable of stripping him of his power. (Is fear what makes Luka so dismissive?)

It would be so aggravating that this 'pest'. who is so indignant, so rebellious (in a way Luka envies.), could so easily destroy everything Luka has worked for, disregard every pain Luka has been through to get to this point, and Till doesn't value this throne as much as Luka does, and Luka doesn't want to feel the pain of death anymore. If his facade is as destructible as I think it is, that will be what ultimately brings out Luka.

This idea may be flawed. Luka is so perfect, too perfect and confident and experienced for something as little as that to break him, just think of all the training Luka went through to get to this point. I'm positive he's very aware of what playing unfairly will lead to. But isn't there always room for a wild card?

Just remember what happened to Hyun-woo.

What happened here isn't fully explained (and probably will be in round 7) but imagine Luka: "Trophy child, goody two shoes" Luka possibly killing another human. Whether by accident or not, what happened?--what and how did Luka feel in the moment for the repercussions of whatever happened to be that bad?

A Luka that is secretly greatly insecure, pliable, and defensive enough that in a spur of emotions, he can’t help but lose his cool in a way he hasn’t in a while because he’s afraid—just to try and prove he is still valuable. That is the type of character I theorize we'll come to see in round 7.

[sir-mister-man]

i love how patrick looks ✨extra lumpy✨ in season 1 :)

[hurlumerlu]

I've seen several people say that Kant will discover he enjoys masochism/being a sub and I am so confused as to why we think he doesn't already know that. Is it because he flirts like a fuckboy? Is it because of the push-and-pull with Bison? Or is it because I missed a tweet from one of the writers? Because the two previous arguments are NOT convincing to me. The man is a slut and almost thirty, the chances of him already knowing what he likes in bed are very high, and not all subs flirt exclusively by mashing the 🥺 emoji

[euporiez]

i wonder if barok has erectile dysfunction from the amount of wine he drinks

[peridoxikal-redux]

Here with my usual sketchdump~

Idk I woke up this morning and went "what if I was way more overt with my Builderoth stuff?"

[spotsupstuff]

Pebbles hating on Sun? I'm here for it. I love your version of Suns so much because it just encapsulates all their flaws that people often ignore. Is this my Pebbles bias speaking? Yes absolutely. Nobody LETS Pebbles be angry towards Suns when he has every right to. They just let the anger be outweighed or completely ignored in the favor of Pebbles own screwups.

I want to see Pebbles come into his own, decide he has worth as a living person, and there is value in living. Then, as someone who values his OWN worth, realize that Suns was toxic. That their friendship and mentorship was toxic. Let him be angry and let him cut that out of his life so he can focus on righting his own wrongs (which Pebbles does canonically anyways).

Realistically, Sun's and Pebble's friendship would never be the same. Even if Pebbles forgave Suns, I can't see their relationship being anything but strained. Moon and Pebble's situation cannot be compared to this since Moon is A. extremely forgiving/patient and B. her collapse was an accident on Pebble's part. She was angry yes but chose to rekindle her relationship with Pebbles in the end.

Five Pebbles is a completely different person from Moon and has a right to handle his mentorship with Suns in HIS way. So yeah, I cannot see off the string Pebbles doing anything but trying to heal from what Suns did to him (while also dealing with his own guilt).

here's a treat cuz oh i Know you are here for this, every time my version of these two are mentioned you come runnin jgksdlmcklsdm

[dailykugisaki]

Day 301 | id in alt

I missed them even though I doodled em a day or two ago.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted

[silusvesuius]

N*loth is literally prime NPD representation and that's just how it is. Dat's just how i feel . if iiiiiii hear anyhing ab him needing to be humbled or put in his place i'll just tear my hair out right here and match his look. not even trying to lift him up or defend him i'm just defending the mentally ill skajrim characters nobody wants to understand,

[beastking-golion]

Btw if y’all can forgive cait for becoming a dictator y’all can also forgive mel for being manipulative

[ssruis]

fun fact i sometimes say "seek wonderemployment" occasionally because of you. i have even sent that ss of you saying it on your twitter to my friends. you're an inspiration .

I’m so glad I could infect your vocabulary. WxS Get Jobs 2025.

[eebie]

i cant keep it hidden any longer

[starstruckodysseys]

voices (each requiring autonomy) —

>> reese’s oc insert jamboree!

completed, 1.1k words

“lanie!”

you look up from your paperwork to see who’s sprinting through the door, brighten (brighten? why do you care so much?) when you see it’s wendell. the greeting falls out of your mouth before you can stop it, but you trip over your words along the way, squinting because—

“since when did you wear glasses?”

(or: a memory. a beginning. a resurgence)

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“lanie!”

you look up from your paperwork to see who’s sprinting through the door, brighten (brighten? why do you care so much?) when you see it’s wendell. the greeting falls out of your mouth before you can stop it, but you trip over your words along the way, squinting because—

“since when did you wear glasses?”

you’ve known him long enough that you think you’d know whether or not he needed them. the voice in the back of your mind whispers to you once more, words getting caught in the bramble patches of your brain but still managing to incur the feeling that something is wrong.

it’s gone before you know it. everything is as it was. as it has always been. as it will always be.

except.

“since when did you?” he retorts, something almost manic in his eyes, and you frown.

“since i was eight?” you offer. “you’ve seen me since then. you know this.”

carefully, as if the moment — what moment? you two don’t have moments — might break otherwise, wendell creeps toward the counter. you try not to feel like a cornered prey animal. it doesn’t go well.

he moves to fidget with something, but his ever-present letterman jacket isn’t there, for once, and his hands drop to the counter. “your sister has glasses,” he says slowly.

“yeah?” a laugh bubbles up inside your throat, but it feels more like a panic response than anything. “eyesight’s genetic, my guy— you’re dodging the question, anyway! what the hell!”

he studies your face, as if you have the answers to the latest exam — or maybe this is your test, and he’s waiting to see how you react. you have a sneaking suspicion, boiling hot and acidic inside of you, that you’ve failed.

wendell does not break. there is no dramatic, world ending, heart stopping moment. he just sighs, slumps into himself, a little, where he’s leaning on the counter.

“you don’t know,” he says, and it is not a question.

“i know that i have glasses,” you say carefully, and you do not look away when he looks up at you. “and i know you don’t. but i don’t think this is really about that, either.”

you don’t tell him about the reflections. you don’t tell him about the magnetic pull you feel toward the televisions. you don’t tell him about the splintered shards of glass you see in your nightmares, or about the blood that ghosts over your hands, or about the way it is not yours.

you don’t tell him any of this, because in this moment, you do not remember it.

you do not look away. you do not have glasses, except you do, because of course you do, because you always have.

you breathe.

you are lanie woodward, and you are a straight a student, and you are a college dropout, and you have a girlfriend and a situationship and you have never been kissed and you have dyed your hair a million times in nineteen years and you are—

you are crying, you think. you watch the tears drip onto the counter, but they feel distant, like you’re watching a movie, or maybe one of those screensavers.

“i think i’m insane,” someone says in your voice.

it cannot be you, because you are perfect. you are as you have always been.

you are an ex-valedictorian and a psychology major except you dropped out six months ago because you couldn’t afford it but that’s not right because your parents wouldn’t do that to you, would they?

you are loved. you know this much to be true. you are terrified about the rest.

“you’re not insane,” wendell says, and the words aren’t sharp but his tone cuts through the cobwebs filling your mind.

“i’m going to throw up,” you mumble.

“you’re not insane,” wendell repeats, further away this time, and you look up from the counter to see him pacing down the aisles until he drags a trash can over to you. “because if you’re insane, then i’m insane, and dang’s insane, and we can’t all be insane if we’re all together.”

there’s a conviction to his words that eases you, strangely. it shouldn’t be odd — you’ve watched him become more confident, seen him grow into it.

except no, that’s not quite right, he’s always been this way, hasn’t he? everyone here has it together. you’re the anxious wreck most of the time. but— no, that can’t be it, either, because you’re okay at pretending you have it together, at least compared to the rest of your coworkers.

“andy’s involved in this?” you ask, instead of trying to puzzle through your memories. the name feels bitter and wrong on your tongue.

wendell sets the trash can down. sits down in the stool next to yours. sighs again. he looks more world weary than you have ever seen. “he— i don’t want to break your brain or whatever,” he says.

“copout,” you say, with none of the weight it might usually carry.

“you wish it was a copout,” he says, and his voice lilts like it’s a joke but there’s a layer of exhaustion that says it’s anything but.

he’s right, anyway. you wish your brain wasn’t playing tricks on you. you wish you knew how long it has been. you wish you knew how much of your life has been a lie, a sham, a fraud—

you close your eyes. take a breath. when you open them again, wendell’s watching you, concern you’ve never seen before written plainly across his features. your memory is… wrong, you think, even though everything in your body instinctively pushes against the idea, but even then you think you’d remember seeing him look so worried — for you, even. for you, especially.

your vision burns white hot. your stomach flips like you’re upside down on a roller coaster. the world around you glitches, like some shitty episode of black mirror you’d make fun of with your siblings while you throw popcorn at the tv, and for a moment you see what is definitely not paradise but decidedly somewhere to the east of it.

wendell stares at you from behind thick-framed glasses, graphic tee for some anime you’ve never seen hanging off his lanky frame. the sky outside is as gray as it gets in california.

you’re terrified to blink.

you look down at yourself. sitting in the stool is a person you’ve never seen before in your life. red leather jacket, ripped black jeans, split dyed hair—

you’ve seen them before. of course you have.

your vision whites out again. you blink against the pain, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself back in the video store, just as you know it. everything is… everything is…

“holy shit,” you say, and then immediately pass out on the counter.