#also. i dont know the timeline of this thing

[shhrrroooommmmmyyyyyy]

S1: The Birb's Feelings

(pt 1.5 for episode 7 and 2 for season 2 idk when cause shit's crazy rn)

Stolas is one of the most morally controversial characters in the show. With the show revolving around Blitz's relationships, it's natural that the show gives us the most information about him because he is arguably Blitz's most complicated relationship at the moment (I'm not going to include Barbie bc we've literally only seen her for like 5 minutes in one episode which isn't enough information). I wanted to do a quick overview of how I perceive Stolas's feelings throughout the duration of the show in sort of a timeline format

~Episodes 1, 2, 5~

So, at first, it's obvious Stolas doesn't really think of Blitz too romantically and mostly sexually. Ok, completely sexually. However, there's a reason why that people often overlook sometimes. Stella openly said in the season 2 premiere that the only time him and her had sex was to have Octavia. Man's literally been deprived of anything enjoyably sexual his whole life. So when he finally does have sex that's enjoyable for the first time, he naturally wants more of it

As we all know, Stolas isn't the most self aware king (or should I say prince) out there (which is okay; he's still growing and developing as a character). The way he treats Blitz in these first few episodes sort of gives off sex toy vibes. Obviously, this is where Blitz gets that mindset from, that all he is is just a toy for Stolas

But after seeing what Stolas' true personality is now, I highly doubt Stolas knew exactly how he was treating Blitz during this time. Again, self awareness issues. Natural part of his character that, after watching Viv's writing since the Hazbin pilot first released (yeah og right here), I'm positive will be developed on later in the show. So hold your horses people, we're just now 2 episodes away from only being halfway through with the show. Give it time, it'll happen

Anyways, Stolas isn't a bad person (I'll fight anyone over this take, dont play). But he does the wrong things with the right intentions. He treated Blitz the way he did in these first few episodes because Blitz was the first person he's ever enjoyed having sex with. It's a big deal to him as it sort of "awakened" him. I think he was so happy about the sex after around 35 years of nothing, he didn't fully realize how he was treating Blitz in the process

*Not an excuse, but simply a possible explanation for his actions*

~Episode 6~

My favorite episode. Stolas shows up when I.M.P.'s sort of cornered by the agents and scares them shitless with his scawy big birb form. First he makes sure Blitz is okay, then he scolds him for getting caught. Almost like a mother who's mad but cares for their well-being (crying in ghostfuckers)

This may seem small to you guys, but for me this was when Stolas became my favorite character. Not only did this moment show he's more than just the cringy comedic horny relief, it also showed that he cared. Why would he ask if Blitz is okay if he didn't care about him? That has nothing to do with the book. If it got in possession of humans he could literally just kill them in like a second and take it back. Tbh (dont come after me pls) but before this episode I didn't like my first impression of Stolas. Despite the many takes calling the cringiness of his lines in the first few episodes "iconic", I hated it. It was just too much

And in this scene it's not just that he's asking in general, it's how gentle he's being with Blitz. Holding his face and speaking a bit softer with a caring expression on his face. I love it so much (aggghghhghghgahhaagh). I know his attitude changes after a few seconds, but still it was a nice moment that reshaped my perspective on his character for basically the rest of the show

*Like I said before I'l give episode 7 it's own post cause i'm too tired and there's so much to talk abt in that episode*

[bawmbo]

hi, thank you. youve opened a can of worms that cannot be closed

killer is such an interesting character to me. i realized that im not actually too sure where to start but ill start with his timeline;

the idea of a character whose home was slowly destroyed for reasons outside of their control and beyond what they couldve ever thought was real is an incredibly interesting concept to me. i also love psychological horror and reality breaking type of things in relation to it.

to be transformed into something outside of the bounds of definition, and live with the consequences of that, of your loss of autonomy is terrifying. to be named under that total loss is horrifying. to know that everybody will only know your name and never what you went through to get there, that no one would even really care. not that you could get yourself to. theres so much potential with the idea of someone who wants to drain your world of everything for entertainment, and they can forcefully recode it, and they do not care about you because you are just a game character to them. and you are the only one aware of this. and when youre taken out of the timeline by a strange man who can also forcefully shift your control of your situation, everyone will only know you as just as bad as him. as a murderer with no reason. and every time you look at this man (nightmare) all you can feel is the same hatred you feel for yourself. you cant help but feel like youre the same. but this isnt about nightmare as much as i really do love him and writing his character (also super passionate about him)

i have a lot of problems in general with his fandom portrayal and the fact that we either see him as portrayed as either incredibly childish, dumb, very sexualized, etc. and its okay to want to write him how you want to write him, have fun, just not our cup of tea

to us, hes incredibly agile, quiet. hes eerie and incredibly smart and much more aware of whats going on than he lets on. he has lost all respect for anyone who claims theyre more powerful than him, and the way he taunts is by bringing them back to his level (or just doing things he knows pisses them off but not enough to get him killed for it. massive staring problem and wont elaborate on it). and while he can be flirty, where i understand the sexualization comes from.

i think i just crave more in depth characterization from him. how terrifying he is during battles, how he knows the knives he fights with better than the air he breathes and the placement of his feet just as much. how he could be using his magic but its difficult to fight him even without it. the absence of what he could be doing and the presence of how difficult what he is doing showing through. his disconnection from the world around him and how hard it is to realize that everything around you is just codes. that everything is malleable in the wrong hands and everyone lives their lives blissfully unaware of how quickly things can change. and how he could be deeply angry by this but never actually feel it well in his chest like he sees with others. he isnt indifferent, and at some point, somewhere he might express that care. but he cant. and this is it. and he doesnt know how to move on from that.

maybe when he gets close to people his relationships end up showing slow signs of trust. when he does trust people is he surprised if they leave? how scared is he to depend on anyone when no one was ever there to? maybe one day he finally learns to sleep with his chest or back exposed and around people. and his version of hanging out is going "hey i know a spot" and its a 50 minute walk through a closed off forest but its beautiful. and youll probably get some diseases, just gotta hope you dont. the next place is probably a feral cat colony hiding in the sewers hes been feeding and slowly gaining the trust of. hes weird.

in general i really do love complex characters and think about them a lot. and i love seeing how complex characters can be written. i love exploring the possibilities with him and i find that when we either write him or collab stories where we write characters interacting with him, we have a lot of fun and end up thinking about him a lot.

my friend @nullandvalid is a big killer enthusiast too and if you send him an ask you could probably get a big rant too. (also @thaltro. both him and null write killer super well imo. been incredibly fun to listen to them talk about how they write him and engage in writing stories with them) thank you for giving me time to yap about it, ill probably be thinking of more in the meantime but this is all i have atm fhahaha

another one for fun, pretty experimental. this one was one of those "draw regardless of whether or not you think it looks good" things. swore to myself the next utmv character i drew and posted was gonna be fell but here we are. gonna try to get used to posting things that i dont consider my best work. hi killer love you dude

[omg-i-think-i-like-you]

"Love your tuches," Eddie said when Steve got up to get a soda from the fridge.

"Gosh, that tuches of yours," Eddie whispered when Steve sat on top of his lap.

"The most beautiful tuches on earth," Eddie declared when Steve left his trailer to go to work.

It's been happening for a while, Eddie using this unfamiliar word to compliment him, he thinks? Steve was wondering about it during his solo shift on Saturday afternoon. Robin was away with her family and the store was empty and quiet.

"Hello to the greatest tuches owner in Hawkins!" Eddie announced, walking loudly into Family Video.

"Hi, Eddie," Steve smiled. Eddie leaned across the front desk to plant a quick peck on Steve's lips, and then pulled himself over it and landed between Steve's arms, stumbling a little.

"How are you hanging, abandoned by your other half?" Eddie asked, sat on the staff's chair and started swaying from left to right.

"She didn't abandon me," Steve stopped Eddie's repetitive motion and placed himself between his legs, "and I'm fine, thanks." He pushed Eddie's hair behind his ear and stroked his cheek softly.

"Of course you are, now that I'm here," Eddie said with a teasing smile, Steve rolled his eyes and squeezed Eddie's cheeks, and then kissed him on his nose. Eddie moved his face up to meet Steve's lips when the doorbell rang. Steve immediately pulled back and turned towards the door. It was Dustin.

"Steve, Eddie! Great to see you both," he greeted and leaned on the counter. Steve and Eddie both rolled their eyes, and Steve sat back in Eddie's lap.

"What do you want, Henderson?" Steve asked impatiently, his hands crossed on his chest.

"I have to rent a movie," he said, his eyes wide and begging.

"Okay..? That's the point of this store. What movie do you want?" Steve got up and went out from behind the desk towards Dustin, whose eyes lit up. Steve knew that look.

"No." He said firmly.

"Please?" Dustin put his hands together and started going down, Eddie chuckled.

"You two are adorable," he said and grabbed his jacket, "but I'm not staying for this fight, tell me who won, Stevie." He kissed Steve on the cheek on his way out and disappeared into his van.

Dustin was on his knees now. "Please??" Steve shook his head, and Dustin stood up again. "Steve, come on! you know Suzie is coming and I promised her we'll watch a movie!"

Steve blew air out of his nose, and started tapping his foot, "Yes, I know she's coming, you can take any other movie! I legally can't rent you anything from that section. Choose something else."

"But Steve! I told her my friends work at the video store and can give me any movie I want!" He stomped his feet, "Robin would've let me." He crossed his arms, upset.

"No she wouldn't?? Robin is a lot more strict than me," Steve threw his hands, "Have you ever spoken to her?? She's like a police offic- Wait." Steve stopped and fixed his hair, trying to think. "Robin isn't here... Aha!" He exclaimed, and ran back behind the counter, "I have an idea, but you have to keep it between us two, Dustin, do you promise??"

Dustin giggled and put his hand on his chest, "I swear, no one will know of this encounter."

Steve rolled his eyes again, only pretending not to like Dustin's endearing dramatisation of mundane situations, something that always reminds him of his boyfriend.

"Listen, I'm gonna make a deal with you," Steve opened, leaning towards Dustin and lowering his voice, "I will let you rent any movie you want, only!" He emphasized, "If you never tell Robin," he counted on his fingers, "and if you help me solve a mystery."

Dustin's smile grew, "Deal! already promised I won't tell anyone, and you know I love mysteries," he clapped and ran behind the counter before Steve could stop him, "what are we solving?"

"Okay," Steve put his palms together and pointed towards Dustin, who placed himself comfortably on the chair, "So Eddie's been using that word recently, and I have to figure out what it means," He said, and started pacing around.

"Okay? what's the word?" Dustin asked, curious.

"That's the thing, I've been trying to pronounce it but I can't make that sound... I think he uses it as a compliment? maybe it's from your fantasy game?" He wondered out loud, avoiding Dustin's question.

"Steve, if you don't tell me the word I won't be able to answer all your great questions," Dustin said and received a warning look for Steve, causing him to raise his hands, like proving his innocence.

Steve pinched his nose bridge, "I think it's like... too... toohes?" He eventually said, and sighed in frustration, "That's not what it sounds like!" He stomped.

Dustin started laughing, "Say that again!" Steve just looked at him, his eyes burning, and he stopped laughing at once. "Never heard it in my life," Dustin said, shrugging, "Definitely not from DnD, or anything I know Eddie's interested in. maybe it's from a song?"

"No..." Steve shook his head, "I heard his metal enough and I never heard that word before he randomly started using it..." Steve buried his face in his hands, "So you have no idea?" He peeked through his fingers.

"Nope," Dustin said and jumped off the chair, "Now give me that movie."

Steve stood there, defeated, while Dustin picked his movie. He rented it on his own name and Dustin had to rip it out of Steve's hands. He almost fell when he succeeded pulling it.

"Why aren't you asking Robin?" Dustin asked then, hugging the VHS like his life depended on it, "She always brags about how her ears are geniuses or something, I bet she'd know."

Steve looked at him, and almost jumped across the counter to strangle him. "Go away! before I take that tape and burn it." He couldn't believe he didn't think of it himself. He watched Dustin shove the tape in his bag, run out of the store onto his bike, and disappear into the sunset.

---

"Robin!" Steve barged into the Buckley's house approximately 24 hours after Dustin left Family Video. Robin was spread on the couch and stared at the TV, letting the game show run while she was dozing off after a nice and heavy lunch. She jumped when she heard Steve, her heart pounding.

"Steve?! what the fuck, you scared me," she stood up with her hand on her chest.

"Sorry, listen, I really need your ears- I mean help," Steve smiled and walked closer to her, robin's curiosity was awakened.

"My ears, you say?" She raised an eyebrow, "What is this about?"

Steve gestured with his head towards the stairs and started walking upstairs, Robin behind him, "What is this about, dingus??"

Steve entered Robin's bedroom and crashed on the bed, Robin stood above him, "What's wrong with you today? you're acting weird."

"Robbie," Steve raised himself, resting on his elbows, "it's Eddie..." He opened, releasing a sigh. Robin sat next to him.

"What happened?" she asked softly, "Did you fight?"

"What??" Steve chuckled, "Of course not! You'd know if we did. We're madly in love, don't worry," he said with dreamy eyes and Robin pretended to barf, Steve flicked her calf. "It's just... He's been saying that word, I think it's a compliment, and I'm trying to find out what it means, and Henderson," he said through clenched teeth, "after being absolutely no help, suggested I'd ask you, since you have genius ears, or something." He smiled sweetly and Robin giggled.

"I'm flattered, even though you didn't come straight to me," she hit his shoulder, "and I'd love to help, but why don't you just ask him?"

Steve gasped dramatically, "and give him the upper hand?? Absolutely not. I will figure it out. He can't win here."

robin squinted at him, "You do realise it's ridiculous, right?"

"Don't care," Steve sealed his lips and looked away, with a hurt ego and too much pride.

"Gosh, fine!" Robin swallowed another giggle, "I'll help you, what's that word?"

Steve sat up, placing himself in front of robin and held her knees, "Okay, it's definitely in a different language, I can't fully pronounce it but I'll try, okay? And don't laugh," he raised a warning finger, "it's like, toohes? toohhes?" He tried to emphasize the middle sound, Robin had to try really hard not to laugh, "The H sound sounds more like-" He then proceeded to make a sound like he was violently clearing his throat and Robin lost it, bursting into uncontrollable laughter and ran away from Steve's flying hands.

"Please! you need to hear yourself!", she squealed and copied him, making throat-cleaning sounds back at him, Steve pouted.

"You promised you'll help!" He threw a pillow at her and she dodged it, and then sat back next to him, calming down.

"I will, you diva," she smiled, "that terrible sound," she opened and Steve huffed, "sounds like something European, like Dutch, or German," she said, her mind running, "yeah, maybe even Russian?" she asked and they both had chills running down both of their spines, "Do you know if Eddie speaks any of those languages?" She asked and Steve shook his head, "Nope, not that he told me... This is so frustrating!" He dropped his head on her shoulder and sighed, she caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair, "Hey, we'll figure it out," She laid her cheek on his head, "Why don't you ask Wayne? He'd probably know if Eddie speaks more languages."

Steve looked up, a smile growing on his face, "Oh, Robbie," he planted a wet kiss on her cheek, "You really are a genius."

Robin smiled back and wiped her cheek, "I know. Wanna drink something?" She stood up, "Also, you really didn't think of it yourself?"

Steve shot himself off the bed and started chasing her downstairs, his hands stretched forward, but she was too fast, running away in rolling laughter.

---

Steve knocked on the trailer's door three times, and then heard heavy steps coming towards him. Wayne opened, and his eyes seemed confused.

"Steve? good to see you, son," He smiled, "Eddie isn't here, he's with his band."

"Oh, I know," Steve smiled back, "I wanted to talk to you, actually, may I?" He pointed inside the trailer.

"Sure, come in," Wayne moved and let Steve walk into the trailer, "Beer?" Steve nodded and sat on the small couch, Wayne sat next to him a few seconds later with two opened, cold beers in his hands, and gave one to Steve.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Wayne asked and sipped from his beer, and Steve did the same, postponing the, in his opinion, silly question.

"Well," he finally opened, "Does Eddie speak... another language?" He asked carefully.

Wayne lowered his beer bottle, "Why are you asking?"

"Um, he's been saying a word recently, and after some investigation I found out it's probably in a European language, but I can't tell which one..." He fixed his hair nervously and took another sip of his beer.

"Look," Wayne smiled, "I can assure you he isn't fluent in any language other than English, but the boy sure has a wild imagination and a lot of curiosity, so he knows several words in several languages," He released a short laugh, "What's the word he says?"

Steve blushed, "Please don't make me say it," he said, his voice low, "I can't pronounce it... It has that sound in the middle," and did the throat-cleaning sound again, this time softly and quietly. Wayne laughed again.

"Oh, yeah, I know what you're talking about," He put his hand on Steve's shoulder, "You know that Eddie's mother was Jewish, right?"

Steve's eyebrows jumped up, "No, I didn't actually," He placed his beer on the small table.

"Yeah," Wayne smiled, "She was, and there were many Yiddish words she used when Eddie was little, I guess some stuck with him. I hear him going around making those unfamiliar noises, it's Yiddish."

Steve's tapped his fingers on his knees, "Yiddish, you say?" His eyes scanned the room, "and you know the meaning of that word?" He asked carefully.

"Probably not, son," He took off his hand and put his beer next to Steve's, "Eddie never agreed to translate the words to me, I think it's funny to him that he has a secret language he can use behind my back," He chuckled, "I let go of it pretty quickly, it's probably all curse words."

"Well, I hope this one isn't," Steve's smile was bitter, "I truly think it's a compliment, I just don't know what kind of compliment," He laughed shortly and got up, "Thank you, Wayne." He shook his hand and walked towards the trailer's door.

"Sure son, anytime," He smiled and followed Steve, "What are you gonna do now?"

Steve stood in front of the open door, "Don't know," he shrugged, "find a Yiddish-English dictionary?"

Wayne barked in laughter, "Doubt you'll find that in the Hawkins public library," He stopped for a second, thinking, "You know Joyce Byers?"

Steve froze in place, "Yeah..?"

"She's Jewish too, I bet she'll know," He said with certainty.

"She is??" Steve ran his fingers through his hair, "How didn't I know that? How do you know that?"

Wayne smiled softly, "Was with her in school, she was Joyce Horowitz. Trust me, she has the answer for you."

Steve nodded and shook Wayne's hand again, "Thank you!" he ran to his car, "Thank you!" He waved through the window as he drove off, leaving Wayne shaking his head in a soft laugh.

"Really couldn't think of anyone more fitting for Ed," He said to himself and backed into the trailer, shutting the door behind him.

---

Steve knocked quickly on the Byers' door the next morning, Jonathan opened.

"Steve?" He looked behind him, "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Jonathan," he smiled politely, "Great to see you. Is your mom home?"

Jonathan was a lot more confused now, "Yeah, she is... Mom!" He yelled into the house and let Steve in, closing the door behind him.

"Jonathan, I can hear perfectly without you yelling," She entered the kitchen, "Steve! Hi sweetheart!" she hugged him tightly and took a step back, examining his face, "You look good." She determined, "Do you want something to eat? drink?" He didn't have time to answer and she pulled a cake out of the oven. It smelled like cinnamon. Before he noticed he had a piece in his hand. "Are you here to visit Jonathan?"

Steve shook his head while taking a bite, "This is so good, Joyce, wow," He took another one, "I'm actually here to see you," he said with his mouth full.

"Oh, okay," she smiled, "do you need anything?"

Steve nodded and finished his cake, "This is amazing, what is that?" He pointed at the cake.

"It's my Bubbe's cinnamon cake, felt like making it," she shrugged, "Glad you like it, dear," she smiled again, "So, what do you need?"

Steve sat on one of the kitchen chairs and sighed, looking around to make sure they were alone, Joyce noticed his distress and sat next to him, putting a hand on his leg, "Hey, it's okay, whatever it is, you know you can talk to me," Her eyes were warm and Steve felt like he might cry.

"Um," he opened, "Do you... Do you speak Yiddish?" He managed to ask, his voice quiet and unsure, Joyce's smile grew.

"Can't say I speak," she air-quoted the word, "But I do know a few words. Why are you asking?"

"Well," he laughed softly, relieved to have found the person who might know the answer, "Eddie's been saying that word, and I was going around trying to figure out what it means, and Wayne told me it's in Yiddish. He didn't know what it means, but he told me you might..." His eyes were hopeful and Joyce was beaming.

"Aw, sweet Wayne, I bet he remembers me as Horowitz a lot more than Byers," She reminisced, "He's probably right, what's the word?"

Steve's tongue froze. He knew this is it, this is the moment he'll get the answer, the secret is about to be revealed, he just needs to pronounce it right. He just has to say it correctly and Joyce will unveil the truth, so why can't his mouth move?

"I..." he stuttered, "I can't pronounce it..."

Joyce rubbed his hand, "It's okay, sweetheart, say it, I'll understand. It's America, not Poland, I don't expect you to get all the sounds right." She smiled warmly and Steve calmed down.

"It's... it's like, tuhhes?" He said, really trying to express the sound right, and Joyce started laughing so hard, Steve wanted the ground to open up and swallow him alive.

"Oh, Steve!" she wiped her tears, "In what way was he using it?"

"I don't even know!" He threw his hands, blush covering his cheeks, "I couldn't find any context." He said, frustrated, "What does it mean?"

Joyce's eyes sparkled, "Well, the word is tuches, right? Is that the way he says it?" Steve nodded frantically, finally hearing the word from someone who wasn't Eddie was refreshing and surprising.

"Tuches, Steve, is the Yiddish word for," she hid the side of her mouth and lowered her voice, "Ass."

Steve sat there quietly, his eyes as wide as plates, running in his head all the times Eddie said the word and blush was climbing up his neck, cheeks and earlobes again.

"What??!" he eventually succeeded saying, "You wanna tell me that Eddie has been talking about my butt this whole time??"

Joyce nodded, "And I think he enjoyed it, how often has he been using it?"

"Oh, a lot." Steve assured and got up quickly. "Too much." He walked fast towards the door, "Thank you, Joyce! for everything!"

"Sure! come over more dear!" She shouted after him and smiled to herself.

"Mom? What was that about?" Jonathan entered the kitchen and took a piece of cake.

"Oh, nothing." She waved her hands, "Did you know Eddie Munson is Jewish? We should invite him over for Shabbos."

---

Steve has been spending the past week mastering the impossible sound. He's been saying it over and over again to himself, driving Robin nuts during their shifts. It was entertaining, sure, and she was glad he solved his mystery, but it was annoyingly endless. He did stop immediately every time Eddie walked in, and didn't react every time Eddie came up with a new sentence to weave in his tuches. He was waiting for the perfect opportunity, and it was just about to come.

It was a hot day, and Steve and Eddie were chilling inside the house. Steve lay on the couch and Eddie was right on top of him, planting small pecks all over Steve's face.

"Hey," Steve said after Eddie broke away from his lips, "Wanna get in the pool?"

Eddie raised himself and looked at Steve, "I don't have a swimsuit here."

"It's fine," Steve started to get up, Eddie slowly slipping off, "We'll swim in our boxers."

Eddie shrugged and let himself spill on the floor, and then got up in a jump and started stripping down, throwing his clothes at the amused Steve who was still sitting on the couch.

"The last to jump is a rotten egg!" Eddie shouted while running outside, Steve heard a big splash and laughed to himself, took off his clothes and joined Eddie in the pool.

"Hi Stevie," Eddie clung onto him and kissed him wetly, his hair was dragged down and he looked like a wet poodle, Steve laughed.

"Hi Eddie, love your hair," he smiled with a teasing look, Eddie pushed him away, dove into the pool and swam right underneath Steve, kicking him on his way up, and then flicked his hair and sprayed water all over.

"How about now?" He did a little toss and fell back into the water, Steve shook his head and pulled Eddie up.

"You're lucky I'm a trained lifeguard," He said, holding him tight.

"I sure am, I would've drowned if you weren't here," He smiled sweetly and kissed Steve again.

"You really would've, maybe you should get a time-out," Steve said with a serious voice, "You've been swimming very dangerously, go get us some sodas." He ordered and Eddie chuckled and pulled himself out of the pool, "Yes Sir!" He saluted.

Steve watched him walking away, dripping water, and then shouted, "Nice tuches, you got there!"

Eddie froze in place, small puddles forming around him, he turned around slowly. "What did you just say..?"

Steve got out of the pool and sat on the edge, his body twisted towards Eddie, who still hasn't moved, "I said you have a nice tuches, you disagree?"

"I- what??! You know what this word means??" he now rushed towards Steve and stood over him, hiding him from the sun, "For how long??"

Steve stood up now, "Uh, a week or so," He smiled and held Eddie's buttcheeks, pulling him closer, "I like that word, tuches," He kissed Eddie's nose, "Practiced the sound a lot for you."

Eddie was speechless, breathless, he let Steve hold him there until he succeeded saying, "How..?"

Steve's smile was cheeky, "Well, some investigations, talked to your uncle, but Joyce was the one who gave it away, did you know she's Jewish?" Eddie shook his head, "Yeah, didn't know either, Wayne told me. I also didn't know you are," Eddie raised an eyebrow, "Not that it matters, just nice to know some more things about you." He smiled and pulled Eddie even closer, into a hug.

"If you were so curious what it means," Eddie broke the hug after a few seconds, "Why didn't you just ask me?" Steve's look revealed everything, "Don't tell me you were too proud to admit you don't know!" Eddie laughed and squeezed Steve's cheeks, kissing him shortly on his lips. "I'm glad you know now, and just so you know, I always meant it in the best way possible. I love your juicy tuches." he grabbed Steve's ass with his free hand and Steve giggled.

"Do you know any more cool words in Yiddish?" Steve asked curiously, and Eddie's eyes lit.

"Oh sweetheart, we're gonna have fun today," Eddie said confidently and jumped back into the pool, leaving Steve confused all over again.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[nenoname]

me: oh i totally get it if some folks dont jive with same coin theory, plus it's strange to conceptualise at first--

me when i see people call it lame:

[brunossan]

So let me tell you how the 4 timelines of Pokemadhouse works!

In this post i explained about the 2-82 universe, from the oficial list made by lily of Pokemadhouse AUS, that in total are 3.

These 3 actually.

So lets give a resume from the 4 timelines:

Prime Timeline: Pokemadhouse

This is the original comic timeline, the timeline where all events of the comic happened, and the one that "Matters" in a way.

The best timeline according to Lily, where they are all ok, having happy lives and doing what they did in the comics.

2-82 Timeline: G Brainwashes Lily

This is the Timeline from the explanation i gave before: A timeline where G Brainwashes Lily to make her her wife and turns her into a puppet wife. Its a timeline hated by both Prime!G and Prime!Lily, because they know the G from this timeline is a monster but cant do nothing because its alternative timelines rules or something similar. Either way, very few info is given about this timeline, the main thing known is that the G in this timeline is blantaly evil.

Detail: The number of this timeline is a reference to Gardevoir number Pokedex, reinforcing the ideia of G being in control of everything.

1-3 Timeline: G Dies (TW: Death Mention, Abuse Mention, Depression Mention)

This is the saddest timeline from the 4. According to it, in 2017, around the same time Lily was dating Lizzy (Called Kirsten in the comics and refered as a monster in all timelines), G died somehow. Her death affected Lily in a very bad way, because 3 years after her death she was still incapable of reforming her life, so she just had a depressive breakdown.

She gave away all her pokemon, left behind all her friends and locked herself at her own home, not leaving for anything. Its implied that she has a relationship with someone abusive because in the wiki its said that her bag eyes are Actually BLACK EYES.

Oh and the icing in the cake: G in this timeline is a Ghost. Not a Ghost type or a poltergeist but a literal ghost no one can see or touch, that haunts Lily trying to find a way to help her, but she cant. So all she can do is stay with her.

The Timeline number, 1-3, is a reference to the number 13, because this timeline is also called Bad Luck AU.

4-20 Timeline: G and Lily are Stoners

This is the calmest Timeline of the 4, and the only one where the original Owner of the Madhouse is still living his happy life. On this AU, G and Lily basically decided to travel by themselves in a hippie-like style. All they do usually is smoke weed, pot, and chill out. The title of this timeline is a joke about 420 (Too obvious)

But in this timeline its also implied that G and Lily did the "Deed" after getting extremely High, an event in the comics that its called the "Microwave Lamen incident", a mistery that was never fully explained what it was and probably never will because of them both being so fucking High all the time they dont seem to care about anything else.

In this timeline Lily dont have any other pokemon too.

That's the 4 timelines, thank you for reading until here, now im gonna back to my life.

Peace

https://www.tumblr.com/lily-orchard-stuff/767748338287362048/looking-back-at-madhouse-it-really-was-just

So according to Lily's own commentary on her comic, for a long time Madhouse was just about how cool it would be to have a psychic best friend, then it was about making fun of people who wanted to fuck Gardevoirs, then it was therapy about people who develop feelings for people too easily trying to move past that, then G and the Violate arc were a reflection of Courtney abusing Lily, then the comic was always about Lily not wanting to fuck a Gardevoir and they were never getting together, now that whole arc is a funny, spontaneous will-they-won't-they.

Like these are all different things. These are all different stories with very different authorial intents behind them. And to the first person to ask why this matters: because despite trying to pin this on 'ADHD', it's actually Lily shifting around the meta framing of the story to feel out the explanation that best serves whatever public persona she's most invested in presenting at the moment, which is exactly how she's handled every controversy from Stockholm to Tara Callie to Courtney.

“—it's actually Lily shifting around the meta framing of the story to feel out the explanation that best serves whatever public persona she's most invested in presenting at the moment, which is exactly how she's handled every controversy from Stockholm to Tara Callie to Courtney.”

YES, THANK YOU. That is exactly what she’s doing, cherry picking whatever narrative suits her self-interest best. It’s so… Agh. I hate it.

Anyways, here’s an old screenshot of Lily posting art of Madhouse!Lily and G being married.

[miraneko19]

Realized this while playing Birushana. Tomomori. You know.

[lucabyte]

purrgatorio summary for the uninitiated

[purpurussy]

writer's block is debilitating atm. i want to write soooooooooo badly but im just sitting here staring at google docs with 0 neuron activation

[tea-cat-arts]

People on this website will be like "you can't handle the moral nuance of Madoka Magica! Not everything is black and white" and then claim everyone criticizing Homura's actions thinks she's a terrible person in the same sentence

[redheadedfailgirl]

From 'Dream of a woman' By Cacey Plett.

This sums up exactly how I feel about most transition timelines. As much as they reflect people's experiences, they are also a narrative. And the narratives that get shared the most tell a lot about what our values are. The timelines that get the most attention are the ones where people go from sad, loser, nothing boys into beautiful women.

But if you go to /r/transitiontimelines or a similar place, and sort by controversial or look at what has the least likes, its people who made timelines when they still don't 'pass' yet. Even if they're happy as can be, that's not what people are looking for.

I think it says a lot about what people expect from trans women, that they only want to see us be beautiful. In some cases, that they want to believe they can be beautiful. So there is no value in trans life if you're not beautiful.

[nburkhardt]

A small follow up to this fic.

The next time the kids see him, it’s the next weekend. 

Partly because he’s still embarrassed that he broke down in front of them, said things he never meant to tell anyone.

In that time away from the eyes of his friends, Eddie’s gently pushed him into sneaking a therapist with the help of Wayne. It’s not that he never noticed how badly his parents fucked him over, but, maybe he didn’t realize it was so bad that he was actively pushing Eddie away before the metalhead shoved his way back in. 

There isn’t a lot of progress, since he only just started seeing the therapist. But he does feel a little lighter already. 

The other thing that’s really kept him away, is that Eddie and he are way too happy and in love to leave Eddie’s room some days. They don’t stay at his house and frankly, Wayne has already offered the spare room for him. Even if the older man knows he’d be staying with Eddie in his room. 

 But it’s the thought that counts. 

Currently, they’re in bed still asleep. Eddie behind Steve with an arm wrapped around his waist and their legs tangled together. Steve is facing the wall, Eddie’s face is nuzzled into his neck. They’re wrapped up in blankets and to anyone else, it doesn’t even look like there’s two people under the blankets. 

Both are still too dead to the world to hear the loud knocking on the front door or hear Wayne’s cursing as he makes his way pass Eddie’s room to see who’s knocking at this ungodly hour of seven am. “Alright, it’s seven in the goddamn morning, what the fuck-“ 

Standing on his front porch is four teenagers, the only two he recognizes is Max and Dustin. Dustin has his fist in the air, ready to hit the door again. It immediately drops, along with their mouths. “Mr. Munson! Is Eddie home?” 

Shaking his head, he steps aside. Already awake, there’s no point in stopping this. “He’s still asleep, but come in. No point in making y’all make the trip home now” 

All four make their way in and look around, he shakes his head as he makes his way into the kitchen. “You kids eat?” 

After a round of cereal for all of them and two cups of coffee for himself, he hears the first noise from Eddie’s room. If Wayne had to guess, it’s Eddie himself tripping over something. Then the door is being open, now they can clearly hear; “fuck, we gotta clean that shit up” 

Dustin shots up, “Eddie!” 

Before Wayne can even blink, there’s his nephew in just his sleep pants with a wild look on his face. “What the fuck?” 

“Glad to see you alive, jackass.” Max says with her arms crossed, while Dustin nods and points at her. The other two are just content to let the other two speak. 

While Eddie gaps at them, “what?” 

Wayne shakes his head and decides, as entertaining as it is, decides to get dressed for the day. He pats Eddie on the shoulder before making his way into his room. 

“You and Steve disappeared for a week! We still can’t find him, and the last person we know that was with him was you.” Max explains, her arms crossed and a glare on her face. “Robin told us that Steve called in sick for the whole week and admitted he hasn’t talked to her at all” 

Eddie sees concern on their faces but he also remembers Steve’s broken look and how he admitted the first night how much he regretted telling the kids what he was thinking. So, he’s not going to throw his overly sensitive boyfriend to these too headstrong teenagers. 

“He’s okay.” He tells them, “sorry for disappearing, it was a lot. He needed a break and ambushing him isn’t the way to go, I know because I did that already” 

He watches as all four of them deflate, Dustin most of all. Even Mike looks a little upset at the mention of it, which is strange to see. Max is staring at him, with a look of determination. 

“So you talked to him?”

And more, but he doesn’t want to tell them that. So he nods, “yeah, he’s okay. And will get better, trust me.”

They all nod and he lets them know he’ll talk to Steve about what just happened, but he never says that Steve is still asleep in his bed or that they were planning on picking all of them later to talk. Instead, he shoves them out the door with a threat to kill off the boys’ characters if they don’t leave and a promise to Max about buying her a new board. 

Once his front door is closed and locked, he listens for the kids bickering as they ride away before making his way back into his bedroom to find Steve rolling over, “the kids?” 

Smiling, Eddie nods and makes his way over and gets back into bed. Steve immediately resting his head on Eddie’s chest, “I heard Dustin’s shout” 

“I figured, they’re worried” He tells him, “told them not to worry or to push, we got a few hours until we surprise them” 

Four hours and a shower later, Steve is a little anxious in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, they decided that picking up all the kids and hitting up the local diner is their best option. Luckily, they only have to drive to Mike’s house. 

“No need to be worried, Stevie” Eddie drops a hand to his thigh, squeezing just a little to calm him. “They’ll understand, they’re smart kids” 

Steve knows this, he really does. But he still has that nasty voice whispering, that the kids won’t understand. That they’ll hate him for just admitting how broken he is, or that he’s dating a man. 

Eddie squeezes his thigh again, “Don’t listen to the voice, baby, it’s lying to you. Remember what your therapist said?”

His therapist coached him into a way to get away from the negative thoughts and to focus on something else. It could be anything or anyone, to look around himself, find that something else to think about.

So, he focuses on Eddie and the hand on his thigh. Thinking of Eddie is easy, always easy, because the man is incredible and so patient. He thinks back to last week, their first night as boyfriends. The whispers, promises between each other and the morning after with even softer promises. He lifts up the hand, pulling off his ring to fidget with. 

“We don’t have to tell them about us,” Eddie tells him, slowing the van in front of the Wheeler house, “Until you’re comfortable, we can keep our relationship a secret” 

He shakes his head and slips the ring on his own finger, twisting it around and misses the way Eddie is smiling at him, “I want to tell them, I’m just nervous. They’ve only ever known that I like girls, and the whole breakdown was because I was so afraid of-“ 

“Of what I’d say, right?” Eddie interrupts him, “as long as you’re comfortable, Stevie, I’m happy to tell them we’re deeply in love and they’re going to absolutely hate us with how annoying we are. I think we should just share a very passionate kiss and let them figure it out, think Dustin would get it? Or do you think Max will have to explain it?”

Steve breaks into a smile, knowing that Eddie is being a dork on purpose right now. He figured out that rambling can really help Steve out of his head and it’s a good thing Eddie can easily ramble about nearly anything, “alright dork, let’s go”

They both get out of the van and for a split second, Steve hates that he can’t reach out and fit his hand in Eddie’s. But in that same second, Eddie easily hooks an arm around Steve’s. An easier way to cling without raising eyebrows. 

Steve finds it easier to breathe with Eddie this close. 

They knock and wait for someone to open the door, Steve twisting the ring around his finger and Eddie tapping a finger against Steve’s arm. A few minutes go by before the door swings open and there’s Karen with a wide smile, “Steve! This is a surprise, who’s your friend?” 

He smiles, “This is Eddie, I’m sure Mike has mentioned him before?”

Karen nods and smiles brightly at Eddie, “He has, actually! It’s nice to meet you, come in boys. Mike and his friends are downstairs, I think Nancy is in her room if you were here to see her” 

He shakes his head, cringing at even the idea of seeing Nancy right now. “Nah, we’re here for the kids, I- we’re taking them out for lunch. If that’s ok?”

“Of course!” 

Steve leads Eddie to the stairway to the basement, before he even pushes open the door, he can hear the raised voices of excitement and just general teenagers. He takes a moment to breath before pulling Eddie closer and they take a step at a time. 

The basement noise dies down right as he steps on the last step, he looks up and finds all the teens staring at him. They all look shocked, which isn’t surprising since he went radio silent. 

“Steve!” It’s Dustin that rams straight into Steve, hands curling into fists with his shirt, “are you- are you okay now?”

The other kids are staring at him, most likely waiting for the answer. Before answering, he hugs Dustin back. Whispering an apology directly to him and only him, “I’m so sorry” 

Dustin shakes his head and pulls away, “Steve-“

He shakes his own head and fidgets with the ring, “I am so sorry for what happened, I- I was not in a good space. Not for a while. I am now,�� he looks at Eddie for a second, finding an encouraging smile, “I’m okay, but I also know that what happened wasn’t good for any of you-“

It’s Max that shakes her head, “no it wasn’t but, it’s okay. We’re friends, you weren’t doing good. That’s why we were there” 

“I know that now” he says with a smile, “but um, my head didn’t think that. I’m getting better” 

They all break into smiles, even Mike, and in a blink they’re all rushing to him and hugging him. It causes him to laugh and tears to well up, he can also hear Eddie laughing and it makes him breathe easier. 

They’re all nearly out the door, twenty minutes later, when he hears Nancy’s voice. He flinches back and wonders when her shouting will ever not make him feel small. 

He stops walking, Max next to him also pausing and looking between them. Nancy comes up to them and she glances behind them, before raising an eyebrow at him. It makes him fidget with the ring. Luckily she doesn’t spot that. 

“I didn’t know you were taking them anywhere” is what Nancy says and really, he’s not surprised she goes straight to the point, “Thought you were-“

He grimaces at her vagueness, shaking his head, he straightens up “taking them out to lunch. I’ve been dealing with some issues” he freely admits it, mostly because there isn’t anything he could use for a lie. 

“Issues?” 

He nods and crosses his arms, the movement catches Nancy’s eyes and they narrow at them. Already knowing that Eddie’s ring is on display, “yeah, so, we’re going to go” 

They don’t let her get another word in, he quickly makes his way to the van and climbs in with Max following him. Nancy in the rear view mirror and Dio playing through the speakers, it makes him breathe so much easier. 

~~~

I hope this helped after I left a fic with nearly no comfort at the end of the first part lmao. It's still open just in case i wanted to add more, but for now I'm leaving it alone. Because I actually wrote this all out in one go... I just never posted this part lmao. Just so everyone knows: The boys do tell the kids about their relationship and of course they support them.

under the read more is those you commented on the original fic!

@i-less-than-three-you @artiststarme @m-chmcl-rmnc @winterbuckwild @ultimate-zuku-of-trivs @hammity-hammer @strangersteddierthings @lemonastra-side @ll-sapphos-friend-ll @itsfreakingbats @xwildangel @lunaticmarunatic @anzelsilver

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[qoldenskies]

I dont know much about your sep!au but raph sounds like he needs a nap

PLEASSSEEEE 😭😭😭😭

hi yeah absolutely that is the best conclusion to come to about him. he's really not as silly as he is in canon because he's had to be more responsible for a lot longer, and despite having less siblings to handle it's a lot more work to shoulder (if i can find a way for him to ACTUALLY work a job that would make sense, i'll go for it. genuinely i wonder wtf donnie is doing in canon to get them money dawg). it really means that i've upped his dichotomy with leo a lot, the only connecting trait between them is that donnie and mikey think they're both fucking crazy LMAO

and that's because for both of them, they're actually a lot more trigger-happy than in canon, which says a lot for raph in particular. his sense of justice is fully intact, if not stronger, but there's this kind of solemn quality to it instead of determination, which means he's not afraid of making necessary sacrifices, or even killing. he's not actually there for the events of the first episode (its just mikey and april..... mikey just wanted to get coffee 😭) so the whole mutant crisis is a surprise to him, especially because mikey kept his involvement hidden, for the exact reasons you'd imagine.

he doesn't take to it with the same kind of childish determination. there's this underlying sense of obligation that trumps everything else, because he's spent his whole life working through the exhaustion in a really similar way. it's just another way for him to fall back onto the same coping mechanisms he always does.

old sad sheepdog. he very quickly turns to the "us vs them" mentality against draxum/leo/donnie without any space for changing his mind, he's not the same kind of open-minded as he was about draxum (for mikey's sake) in canon. he WARMS UP to donnie, but only barely, and only because donnie begins to get comfortable working against draxum and the foot and in their favor (there is a moment deep deep into the plot where donnie falls to the floor in tears and raph adopts him Immediately though... sometimes the guy is weak, but its also very justified considering the situation. spoilers). but with leo oouuuuuhhhhh oh my goddd you will not BELIEVE how fucked up that shit gets. that dude is his nemesis. he doesn't trust mikey anywhere NEAR him and around the final stretch of the plot he only begrudgingly puts up with him because donnie is there to mediate. donnie is the only one they all like for a while and it's very exhausting especially because he's trying so hard to be patient and mikey is so ANNOYED about raph and leo's bs LMAOOOO he's gonna snap

i havent rlly thought about how the kraang/events of the movie would go but if i ended up going there i'd probably make it mikey and leo centric instead of A team centric, because raph and leo do come to a very neat and tidy conclusion but im realizing leo and mikey dont have a Moment like that planned yet. they get along eventually but not well, and leo feels super threatened by mikey for most of the plot because he feels like he's being replaced, so idk something for me to chew on later (it also means brains and brawn b plot... the temptation)

[ridgystacis]

that single tweet from johnny yong bosch is about to ruin my life until april cause before they had my curiosity but now they have my attention

[worfianism]

Listen whoever decided to pair up La'an and an alternate version of Jim Kirk in a romcom style classic time travel episode actually galaxy brained. Freaking great episode.