#he is wearing. a vest and sports tape

[doverstardoodles]

where is the lorcana jimbo fanart. why do I have to do everything around here

[maithefluffychicken]

Hazelnuts and blackberries, chocolate and lavender

Part 1 / Part 2

Omegaverse Steddie fanfiction, alpha Eddie Munson, omega Steve Harrington, strangers to friends to lovers, alpha beta omega dynamics.

Starcourt.

Small business owners complain about that hellish building that's going murder Hawkins' commercial economy. Or whatever.

Surely, it was going to murder Eddie's sanity, that's a fact. Since the mall opened its doors, the poor alpha’s life hasn’t been the same.

First, that awful morning when Eddie skipped his math class to buy a tape. Not just any tape but the ‘Marching Out’ by Yngwie Fucking Malmsteem, a tape that just released and it was already considered a worthwhile listen album. Eddie was ecstatic, a spring in his step, thinking about listening to his new tape for hours on end, just to find out that the little, cluttered tapes and vinyl store he loved - and where he used to spend a big part of his money - was closed.

Closed!

Eddie glared, gaping like a fish, at the closed door and blinded windows and the big cardboard placard with the word ‘closed’ in big, red letters. By its side, a note that said that the customers could still find whatever music they were looking for in the bigger and better record store at Starcourt Mall.

Since there were no other stupid stores to buy the tape - gas stations never had the new things - Eddie had to go to Starcourt.

Second, the stupid music store with a stupid cool name - Divinyl Madness Records - needed a stupid someone to hire as clerk.

Eddie was that stupid someone, it seemed. The owner of the store was nice, an older and intimidating alpha that sported a trimmed beard and a mane longer than Eddie’s; he saw the boy’s looks and his always present battle denim vest and, with a wolfish grin, as if he had found an equal, asked him a few things while Eddie was trying to buy the fucking tape! What kind of music he listened to (metal, mostly), if he played some instrument (guitar, d-uh!), if he minded talking with people (people usually minded to talk with him if he were being honest), and if he was interested to become part of Divinyl Records, as a clerk.

Eddie could save some money, help at home, and hopefully, Chief Hopper wouldn’t be such a present figure in his life if he worked there. That would be nice. He could always keep his other job - selling a few joints from time to time - but maybe he could start a new life. One that could let him out of here.

That day, Eddie came home with ‘Marching Out’ blasting from his van’s windows down and a new job.

Ok, all in all that had been a nice day after all. Sure, Eddie would miss the old store and his chaotic shelves and disarrayed style, and the owner's long stares at him, the beta glaring at Eddie for taking too much time deciding what to buy while waiting for new album releases. But at home that night, when he told his uncle Wayne about his new job, the man rewarded him with a proud glint in his eye and a pat on his shoulder, reassuring him that he didn't need to worry about their economics, that Eddie better save his money for his future, and made him promise to not go around skipping his classes again.

Third, and worse thing about Starcourt and working there, though, was Steve the King of the Jerks Harrington.

And if his persona wasn't bad enough, the real nightmare was the tight, small ridiculous sailor uniform he had to wear because the fallen ruler of Hawkin’s High worked in the silly ice cream parlor called Scoops Ahoy!

Divinyl Madness was situated right in front from Scoops Ahoy, Eddie had a perfect view of the former king's highlighted blonde mane ruined by the silly hat, his toned arms flexing every time he scooped ice cream. That alone could drive any alpha insane.

But his shorts. Oh boy.

The blue fabric clinged to his round ass perfectly, and left muscular, slightly hairy thighs on sight. And those long white socks that covered his calves.

Eddie maybe hated the guy, but fuck, he was hot. Really hot. Stupidly hot, ridiculously even, always has been, and the alpha hated the way his eyes lingered on the jock whenever he was nearby.

Eddie knew, because he had heard it at high school, that one of the reasons for Harrington's disgrace was the fact that he presented late and as omega. Captain of the swimming team, basketball star, and a bully jock turned into nothing just because of his secondary gender. Eddie couldn’t easily forgive the way Steve Harrington treated his people, the nerds, the outcasts and the misfits, but he never understood that hate towards male omegas or female alphas, as if they were less than nothing. Stupid old-fashioned social conventions.

Anyway. The real and only reason Eddie hated to work at the record store is that Steve Harrington was always there, too, in that small outfit, being hot.

Hot enough to distract Eddie from time to time, who started to stare at him when he wasn't busy and no clients were at the store.

Hot enough to start invading Eddie's dreams at night, and fuck it all, even his fantasies when he was wide awake at night and restless because Steve was a wet dream made flesh and bone and Eddie was just a guy. Just give him a rest. What if he had to knot his own fist, what else could he do about it?

Eddie was just a guy who ate a lot of ice cream that summer.

-

“Ahoy Ladies! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington,” Steve’s cheerful and flirty greeting to every cute girl while he winked and used his sultriest voice was fucking unnerving to Eddie. Maybe an old habit from when he was expecting to present as an alpha.

Maybe Steve preferred other omegas, just because they were girls? Eddie frowns upon this and he feels suddenly sick. Every fucking time he comes for a stupid ice cream during his break the same thing, the same stupid line falling from these pink, flush lips and Eddie feels…

He fucking wants to growl and snarl at these other poor omegas girls that are unaware of his inner turmoil. He’s going insane, and he has been working at Divinyl Record for only three weeks.

The girls have their ice creams, ignoring the omega in his slutty sailor disguise but they all scrunch their noses when walking past Eddie, glaring at him and flushing themselves together, the way the omegas do to protect themselves against an alpha. Eddie, even enraptured by Steve, notices it and looks at them in confusion, until- fuck. His scent. Sour with jealousy and spicier with his own arousal, it’s a very distinctive and very alpha smell, no doubt the poor girls had felt the need to close their pack to protect themselves, leaving the establishment in a rush.

Fucking great, as if Eddie hadn’t enough in his plate already, now he smells like a predator. And it’s not like he can turn and say ‘hey babes, don’t you fret, you surely are all lovely and very enticing omegas, but I’m afraid my mind is set in this pretty sailor over here, I won’t represent any danger to any of you, and now I bid you farewell.’ Ha!

“Ahoy Lad-, oh Eddie, hi!” Steve greets him, a wide smile in those pink lips and Eddie can’t help but to think, it’s not fair. Why the fuck does Steve to smile at him like that, as if he’s happy to see him today, as if he’s happy to have Eddie coming for an ice cream every day since Eddie started working in the mall, right in front of Scoops Ahoy.

“What, no offer for me to sail this ocean of flavor, hm?” Eddie teases, he can’t help himself. “ You don’t want to be my captain, Harrington?”

Steve’s cheeks turn red and that’s such a good look on him. Eddie’s hindbrain yells mine and he has to shake his head, reminding himself he hates this guy and always will. People don’t change, Steve Harrington doesn't change, he’s still the same jerk, even if his scent is sweeter now and his hair is a bit longer, with blonde highlights…

“Pft, captain? Not even Private First Class, our dear Steve,” a chirpy voice says from the backstore, the blonde girl who works with Steve appearing and resting her arm on Steve’s shoulder, grinning wide while Steve frowns at her. “But he’s working hard. How are you, Eddie?”

“Hey, Robin,” Eddie smiles tensely at her, he doesn’t enjoy the way she treats the omega. From the record store, though, Eddie has seen that it’s just how their friendship is. He knows, he knows they’re friends, and Eddie is no one for them, for Steve. “Slow day at the store, I’m here for my daily dose of sugar.”

They’re not friends, Eddie has to remind himself, when Steve offers him a blinding smile, droopy eyes locking with his own when he asks if he wants a sample of their new flavor.

Fuck.

The thing is, and this is when Eddie realizes for real that he’s completely fucked - about this whole affair who involves Steve Harrington and his inner, loud alpha- the thing is, that Steve’s scent smells like hazelnuts and lavender. And since Eddie started working at the store and spending his money on ice cream, he has been asking for flavors that remind him of Steve’s scent. Almond and maple syrup, chocolate and peanuts - his favorite, since Eddie’s own scent is dark chocolate and blackberries, and -

He hasn’t noticed until now, until this exact moment when he shrugs and Steve offers him a disposable spoon with the new ice cream flavor: caramel and hazelnuts.

Eddie opens his mouth, inhaling the cold scent of the sample when Steve raises his hand, offering the spoon to him; the omega chuckles but shoves the spoon in Eddie’s mouth carefully. The omega’s own scent, warmer and even sweeter, the hint of lavender fills Eddie’s nostrils and makes his mouth water.

Fuck.

“It's good, right?” Steve asks him, eyes wide. Maybe ice cream is the ex-jock whole life, now. “Do you like it?”

Eddie nods, awestruck, forgetting where he is, wrapping his fingers around Steve’s wrist, gently. Steve flares his nostrils, inhaling deep too, and blushing right in front of Eddie’s eyes, who feels his blood boiling in his veins. The omega holds his gaze, his almond eyes bright and wide open, lips parted to taste whatever he’s smelling-

Robin clears her voice, “Steve, I think Eddie wants his ice cream so he can go back to work, and we have more clients waiting.”

The alpha almost snaps at her, turning his head to snarl, but her soft eyes and knowing smile are enough to keep his mouth closed. What the fuck is happening to him today?

“Yes, yeah, sure. What flavor do you want today, Eddie?”

Eddie comes back to the record store with two scoops in his cone, his usual chocolate and peanuts - the closest to hazelnuts until now - and… well, hazelnuts and caramel.

“Hey, pup, what’s wrong with you?” Joe, the alpha who owns the store looks at him and wrinkles his nose. “You smell like you fell into a chocolate fountain, like burnt sugar, you feeling ok, Munson?"

"I… I'm fine," Eddie lies, and the hours don't run fast enough.

When he reaches home, his uncle Wayne winces.

"Uf, son, your rut is early," he says, greeting him.

"Hng," Eddie agrees, flopping onto the couch, face first.

"Something triggered it?" His uncle asks, not unkindly, shuffling in their small kitchenette.

"What do you mean, Wayne?" He bristles, almost snarls, but his uncle simply laughs and puts a glass of water on the table for him.

"Do ya really want to go through the bees and the birds talk again, son?" Wayne asks, teases him, and Eddie grunts, hides his face against the plush, worn cushions that smell like him and his uncle. Their little pack. "Ya know what I mean, some pretty omega caught yer eyes?"

"Uncle Wayne," Eddie groans. Then, the younger alpha thinks about droopy, hazel eyes, about pink lips stretched in an open smile, and the smell of sweet hazelnuts. "Maybe."

-

His rut lasts three whole days, he spends them in his room, thrashing and growling and having half a mind to not destroy everything he has, his guitars, his amps, his books.

On the fourth day and feeling like shit, Eddie comes back to high school, to his band practice, and to Divinyl Records. At least his brain is not full of cotton anymore, even if his hindbrain is still louder in his mind.

Eddie apologizes to Joe for calling in sick for three whole days.

"It's ok, pup," the alpha pats his shoulder with such force that makes Eddie stumble. "It gets easier when you're older."

"Really?"

"Nah, not really," Joe laughs, putting a box full of records on Eddie's trembling arms and he picks another box, and points Eddie with his chin to follow him. "Just an omega, a good mate, it's the only thing that will make your ruts less miserable, pup. Find someone who sees that you’re so much more than a knothead and never let go."

Eddie snorts at these words, but during his shift, he can’t stop thinking about it. Fuck, he knows he’s far too young to think about finding a mate, and yet, something weird tugs at his gut when he glances sideways and sees Steve across the corridor, in his blue uniform and smiling to a kid. There’s this pup again, his curls under a cap, Eddie has seen him with Steve other times, they greet each other with a silly handshake that makes Eddie smile despite his best effort to keep his frown.

His hindbrain whines and Eddie reminds it, sulking, that they’re not friends, they’re no less than hereditary enemies. There’s no place in Steve’s life for someone like Eddie.

Eddie is focusing, organizing and reshelving some tapes behind the counter when a soft cough calls his attention and makes him turn around.

“Good ev- Harrington?”

Steve is in front of him, holding two cones in front of him, his blond hair is falling over his eyes but there’s no little white hat, and he’s smiling. Wide and beautiful. At Eddie.

“Hi, Eddie,” Steve greets him, his smile shy and tentative.

“What can I do for you, Captain Harrington?” Eddie teases, his eyes jumping from the ice creams to Steve’s eyes.

“You didn’t come for your ice cream today nor the last days, and I thought…” Steve blushes, his eyes leave Eddie’s. “I thought I could bring it to you, maybe we can have our breaks together?”

Eddie gapes like a fish, opening his mouth with nothing to say, and then closing it again. He manages to mumble something about letting his boss know and Steve’s smile widens.

Lavender and hazelnuts fill his nostrils suddenly when Steve’s scent peaks with joy, and Eddie feels far too weak after his rut, his mind wheeling before the alpha can look for his boss at the backstore.

When the older alpha appears, trailing behind Eddie, he looks at Steve and then at his employee, arching a brow. He doesn’t say a thing, but Eddie feels like Joe knows exactly who was the one triggering the rut that forced Eddie to miss three days of work.

Eddie clears his throat and takes the cone Steve is offering, leading him out the store to find some place where they can sit and eat their ice cream.

“It’s the hazelnut and caramel from last time,” Steve informs him, blushing. But if you'd rather have some other flavor…”

“Nope!” Eddie interrupts him, blushing fiercely but unable to stop his mouth. “I loved this one, honestly, my favorite one so far. Thank you.”

Too much information, too much honesty, but Steve gives him that sweet, flustered smile, and it’s worth it. Eddie stares at Steve licking his own scoop, the one Eddie used to order, chocolate and peanuts.

Eddie doesn’t want to hope.

-

Things change after that evening.

They start looking for each other to share their break time together. Sometimes, if Scoops Ahoy is empty, Robin lets Eddie spend his break with them, perched at the table in their backstore, the three of them eating ice cream. Eddie can’t help but to laugh at the weird friendship antics the young beta and Steve have developed.

Robin used to hate Steve Harrington The King, she confesses to Eddie one lazy evening, the summer is coming to an end and Scoops Ahoy has lesser clients, now. Steve is dealing with a pup that sounds terrifying, no doubt she’ll present as an alpha someday, and she’s demanding free samples for her and her pack of friends.

“And now you’re friends,” Eddie says.

“And now we’re best friends, Eddie,” she corrects. “He’s not like he used to be, I wonder if he ever was like that or if he was, you know, pretending, for survival.”

Robin looks at Eddie, expectant, as if she’s waiting for Eddie to understand some hidden meaning in her words.

“I don’t hate Steve,” Eddie feels the urge to say, and it feels weird to admit it out loud.

“I know,” Robin smirks, making Eddie frown at her. “You reek of sweet blackberries all the time when you’re here, Eddie, I know you don’t hate him.”

“I-... Well, we agree then, we don’t hate Steve Harrington anymore, isn’t that a sign for the Apocalypse that’s to come upon us?” Eddie decides to joke about it, not wanting to acknowledge his burning cheeks or how his belly churns at the mention of his scent when he’s around Steve. And definitely he doesn’t want to listen to his hindbrain and its constant longing for the omega.

“For the Apocalypse, then,” Robin raises her cone - strawberry - and Eddie does the same with his own, chocolate and peanuts and hazelnuts with caramel.

“For the Apocalypse.”

-

“Scoops Ahoy is going to close its doors, at least until next summer,” Steve informs Eddie.

“What?” Eddie asks, fear rising inside him.

Scoops Ahoy is what had transformed their relationship, from hate to an irresponsible crush (at least for the alpha) to a friendship that leaves Eddie breathless, filling him with longing and a burning desire inside and stupid thoughts about a kind of life Eddie had never wanted to think about before. But Steve is his friend now, Steve wants to spend time with him, even outside their working hours, just like they're doing now.

It’s Sunday and they’re both over the roof of Eddie’s van, watching the sun set, parked on the quarry. It’s quiet and still warm, even if they both have their hoodies ready, it’ll be cold at night.

“And what are you and Robin going to do, now?” Eddie asks. He doesn’t want to lose any of them, now that he thinks about it. Eddie realizes he doesn’t want to lose everything he has found this summer.

Steve and Robin, and the whole strange pack that comes with them. Dustin, the curly hair pup that is a total nerd and Eddie has met and discussed DnD with him and his friends. Lucas, Will and that stubborn pup called Mike. Max and El, the young teens like peas in a pod. And Erica, the strong pup that is Lucas’ little sister and the most terrifying person Eddie has ever met, always surrounded by her own group of friends, always leading them.

Eddie feels strangely overprotective towards them all, even if he met them just recently. It’s all because of Steve, he knows and he can’t stop it now. He wants to protect everything that makes Steve happy, even his underpaid job.

“Oh, don’t worry, Scoops Ahoy closes but Spoons Ahoy opens instead!” Steve half laughs, maybe because he’s witnessing Eddie spiraling on his behalf, because Eddie is looking at him with wide, panicked eyes. Steve’s hand rests on Eddie’s face, soothing him immediately, letting Eddie nuzzle his palm and inhaling deeply from Steve’s wrist glands.

“What the fuck is Spoons Ahoy,” Eddie mumbles, losing himself in Steve’s touch and scent.

“A coffee shop, Eds, they’re keeping our jobs, just as baristas now.”

“Hm, ok,” Eddie mumbles, feeling like he’s laying in a field of lavender and eating sweet, roasted hazelnuts, his body going pliant and weightless when Steve pulls him to rest his head on him, over the omega’s clothed chest.

Eddie inhales deeply, ignoring the last rays of sun to better nuzzle the omega’s preppy white and red polo, his arms wrapping around the omega’s thin waist. It’s good, so good, to just stay like this, knowing his omega is safe with him…

“Don’t wanna lose you,” Eddie whispers, not knowing he’s saying it out loud. His hindbrain swimming in a lavender field.

“You won’t, Eds, I promise,” Steve whispers back, his fingers playing with Eddie’s hair and lulling him to sleep.

-

It’s middle September when Spoons Ahoy opens its doors, Robin and Steve wearing matching sailor uniforms again, but long sleeves ones now. Eddie misses being able to see Steve’s pale skin covered in moles, even if the new, sinfully tight white slacks stretch deliciously against the omega’s round ass. The first time Eddie sees Steve’s uniform - at Steve’s house, because they’re friends who hang out almost daily, now -, the alpha wants to bite these clothes off until Steve is bare and underneath him, and Eddie has to force himself to laugh at the ridiculousness of the new uniform when Steve looks at him, expecting an answer to a question Eddie can only imagine by context.

He knows Steve can tell what is he thinking, the omega’s nostrils flaring everytime his scent peaks spicier and sweeter. Ripped blackberry and dark chocolate, as his own boss, Robin and his uncle Wayne had informed him, several times now. Even Gareth has told him about it, in a very Gareth way - that was basically shouting at him in the middle of a band rehearsal - to be an alpha and to start courting Steve already because, in Gareth words: ‘he’s sighing too much and it’s annoying’.

Everyone knows how he feels about Steve Harrington, former king of Hawkins’ High School and actual princess of Eddie’s heart.

Steve is just too kind to ignore it in favor of their friendship.

Anyway, Spoons Ahoy it’s a blast and during the first days Eddie can’t share his break with Steve. He waits in line until he can reach the counter and it’s Robin who’s free for him to take his order; Eddie loves the funny beta girl, but he wanted to see Steve. His deception must be obvious.

“Hey, Steve, this one is yours, actually,” she grins and winks at Eddie before he can even say his hellos. Instead, he mouths her a silent thank you that makes Robin shake her head, smiling softly at him.

“Eds!” Steve greets him with his sweetest smile, his scent peaking sweeter, and it’s like summer again and lavender fields. “I’m sorry, I can’t take my break now…”

“Don’t worry, big boy, just wanted to, you know, say hello,” Eddie mumbles, and knows that Steve is looking at his smitten expression, he can’t even disguise it nowadays, he can’t pull a straight face in front of Steve, not for dear life.

Steve chuckles, making Eddie’s chest puff, his hindbrain whispering the sweetest things in his mind. Perfect omega, so sweet and caring, so beautiful, so strong, perfect mate for me, laughing at my words, wanting me back.

But a beautiful dream, though, to have Steve loving him back.

Wait, what?

“I’ve been trying something new. Want to forgo your usual coffee and take a risk, Munson?” Steve asks him, his cheeks deliciously blushed. He seems shy, hopeful even, as if Eddie had told him no at anything during the last months.

“Aye aye, Captain,” Eddie smirks, making Steve snort at his antics. Fuck.

Eddie can’t stay once Steve hands him two steamy disposable cups, one for Eddie and the other for Joe. He rushes to leave the counter, wishing Steve a nice shift and hoping they could spend more time together. When Eddie retreats to the backstore after offering his boss the second coffee, he takes time to admire Steve’s handwriting in his cup. There’s a little heart instead of a dot over the i on his name.

The alpha smiles at it. Holding the cup with both hands, he inhales the warm aroma, expecting… not knowing what, exactly, but he’s rewarded with strong cocoa and roasted hazelnuts. Their scents mixed sweetly in this cup. It’s like holding scorching hot hope in his hands.

Eddie whines, rushing to give it a sip, burning his tongue in the process but ignoring it because Steve had given him hope and a silly, little heart in his name.

-

It’s Halloween.

Steve says his parents aren’t at home, and invites Eddie, Robin and the pups for a movie night. All the pups have been discussing what movie they should watch first, it’s all sci-fi and horror and Eddie sees an amused Steve, hands on hips and wearing a worn, well loved yellow sweater, playing mom with the pups.

It’s a sight that makes Eddie’s hindbrain go feral, providing him images he doesn’t even want to think right now because, well, he’s surrounded by pups and there’s no doubt they all would know exactly what Eddie is thinking about the omega.

“We can start with Jaws and Alien next and… Wait, who brought The Exorcist? You’re all too young for this movie.”

“Come on Steve, we’re not pups anymore!”

“You won’t be able to sleep later!”

“We’ll nest with you and Eddie, we’ll be fine!”

Steve looks at Eddie at this, blushing fiercely, and Eddie just shrugs. Yes, I want to nest with you and protect these pups that you love as if they were yours and maybe someday we’ll have our own pups in our own nest and… Yeah, yes, Eddie has been thinking about this, sue him - again.

The pups are all tucked on an improvised bed in front of the couch, where Eddie and Steve are sitting together. Robin has claimed the reclining chair for herself, a thick blanket covering from chin to toe, and smiling smugly when she reclines it and gets comfortable.

The movie starts and Eddie startles when Steve gets closer to him, a plush, giant blanket in hands, and smiles at him coyly, a silent question in his shy eyes.

Eddie smiles at him, heart hammering wildly in his chest, laying sideways on the couch and opening his arms for Steve to make himself a place between them.

“I don’t really enjoy horror movies,” Steve confesses in a whisper, covering their bodies with the blanket. “I mean, I’m ok with Jaws, I love Steven Spielberg’s movies, but, Alien?”

Steve wiggles and gets comfortable, taking Eddie’s arms to wrap himself with them, and the alpha has to suppress a purr, but oh, he flushes their bodies together without thinking. Hazelnuts and lavender surround Eddie and it’s summer again.

“Technically, Alien is sci-fi, sweetheart,” Eddie nuzzles Steve’s soft hair. “But I’m here and I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Steve lets out a happy chirp and one of their pups - because now they all are their pups - shush at them.

“Would you scent me if I’m scared?” Steve turns his head to whisper at Eddie, their lips brushing slightly. Eddie wants to growl and claim those lips.

“Always,” Eddie whispers back, no, promises him so earnestly it hurts him physically.

Steve pecks him on the tip of his nose and turns his head to watch the movie, seemingly unaffected by Eddie’s inner turmoil, and daring to intertwine their fingers togethers.

Eddie feels like he’s floating, his purr starts in his chest and it’s low enough that the pups wouldn’t hear it, but Steve can feel the rumble of it, pressed as they are back to chest.

A moment after, Steve’s purr starts too, lulling Eddie to a sated, safe state where even his hindbrain gets quiet. It’s the best Halloween of Eddie’s life..

-

It’s a rare occasion, Eddie and Wayne have the day off and they decide to drive to the city, see what’s new.

They take a look at the thrift shop, where Eddie spots a brand new denim jacket, in great conditions and so cheap, perfect for a new battle vest. He also finds a couple of t-shirts and brings them all to the counter where Wayne is waiting for him, his own bounty in his hands.

Eddie drops the clothes on the counter and it's when he sees it. Behind the glass, resting over blue velvet, there's a silver chain attached to a silver blackberry.

“It’s beautiful, right?” The girl at the other side of the counter says.

“It’s perfect for a courting gift,” his uncle Wayne agrees, nudging him with his elbow.

Eddie blushes, but he keeps his mouth closed. For now.

“You don’t strike me as the romantic type, Wayne,” Eddie teases, biting a chip dipped in ketchup.

“What’s yer real question, pup, spit it,” Wayne snorts, devouring his burger. “It’s about that Harrington boy?”

Eddie grunts, hides his face and makes some more grumbling noises his uncle takes as an affirmation.

“H-how do I court an omega?” Eddie asks with a trembling voice, muffled by his hands.

-

Eddie has a plan.

It’s a good plan, it’s a fucking perfect plan and he’s sure that Steve is going to say yes, he’s.. ok, he’s 90% sure that Steve is going to accept his courting gift. They’ve been getting closer and closer, Eddie has been dying to ask, but between their jobs and classes…

It’s an old as fuck tradition, the courting ritual, and nobody does that anymore, but Eddie is an idiot and a romantic and Steve Harrington deserves to be wooed, to be courted. Eddie just hopes Steve says yes. That this is not some kind of joke.

Eddie has the silver blackberry pendant, the one from the thrift store, in a neat, blue velvet box.

He just needs to wait two days. Two days and he’ll give Steve his courting gift on Christmas’ Eve day, during lunch, and he’s going to ask him if he accepts his courting.

No misunderstandings, not hey, I saw this and thought of you, or look! Early Christmas present! No.

A real proposition.

They’re working double shifts because of the holidays, and they have one whole hour for lunch. Eddie runs towards Spoons Ahoy, planning to ask Steve to spend their hour together - as they do now - and finds Steve holding to the counter for dear life, cheeks red and covered in fresh sweat. Thankfully, there are no clients at this hour.

“Stevie!” Eddie shouts and rushes behind the counter, Robin appearing at his screaming.

“Eddie? What… Steve?”

“Steve, sweetheart, are you ok?”

“It’s… too hot,” Steve sighs, tugging at the collar of his sailor uniform.

“Eddie?” Robin asks, scared and scrunching her nose covered in freckles. “Is he… Is he in heat?”

“Y-yeah, yes, smells like it,” Eddie says. Steve’s scent is sweeter than ever, dry lavender under august’s sun and roasted hazelnuts filling and dizzying Eddie’s mind, his own body reacting to his omega’s needs. “He can’t work like this.”

“Go with him, I’ll inform Joe, too.”

“Robin, I can’t… We’re not… He never…” Eddie doesn’t know how to say that he can’t go and betray Steve’s trust. Eddie can’t trust himself, not when Steve is so vulnerable. But Robin basically shoves them towards the exit, ignoring Eddie’s weak protests.

Ok, new plan. Eddie is good at improvising and he’s a firm believer that adaptability it’s a great skill. He has a new plan now.

The new plan is to leave Steve at his house, safe and sound, and then provide for whatever Steve could need.

“Eddie…,” the omega whispers, arching his back in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van. “Eddie, it’s too hot.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Eddie tries to soothe him. “It’s your heat, it’s starting now. I’m going to leave you at home, ok?” Eddie caresses the omega’s face, he’s burning as if in fever.

“Would you spend it with me?” Steve asks, whines hopefully and in pain. Fuck.

“I can’t, baby,” Eddie answers, swallowing around the lump in his throat and driving as carefully as he can while his hindbrain is howling. Steve is whimpering, so close to him, scenting his van. “I want to, you know… Fuck, Stevie, you know that I want to, but I can’t do this to you, not like this.”

“Like this?” Steve asks, frowning even if he keeps whimpering softly.

“You know…” Eddie makes a vague gesture with his hand. “Like this.” He repeats. “In heat, you’re like, hindbrain is in control and all that, right?”

Steve barks an angry, incredulous laugh at Eddie.

“Is that how a rut feels for you?” Steve asks.

The alpha looks at Steve sideways, blushing and feeling like the idiot he is. Nods sharply. All alphas are knotheads, after all, aren’t they?

“Eds… I’m in heat, not drugged,” Steve sighs, clearly annoyed and smelling Eddie’s scent, lips parted and nostrils flaring. “I know what I’m doing, and I’m asking you to spend my heat with me, if you want me.”

If you want me. If you want me.

Eddie growls at that, his hindbrain howling. He reaches to hold Steve’s hand, squeezes hard, the omega feels clammy and scorching hot because of the heat.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Stevie, baby.”

Eddie doesn’t remember how they made it to Steve’s house, only that he’s grateful that the Harringtons are always out of Hawkins, because Eddie can’t stop kissing Steve while the omega leads them to his room.

Steve breaks their kiss, their first kiss - not like Eddie had planned but he’s not complaining - and starts rummaging through his room, grabbing blankets and sheets and rearranging his bed. No, his nest.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t get it right,” the omega sobs after a while, fighting against a pillow.

This is more what Eddie expected, if he’s honest. When the hindbrain takes control, logic goes away and instinct takes everything. Steve is now succumbing to it, groaning and snapping, and Eddie falls in love with him even more.

“Hey, hey, baby,” Eddie gets closer, calmly and with his hands raised up. “May I help you?”

Steve’s face is red, fat tears running down his cheeks. Eddie’s heart breaks a bit at the sight, the urge to fight against whatever it is that is making Steve unhappy too strong, his hindbrain too loud to ignore.

“I have nothing that smells like you,” Steve sobs again, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his uniform.

“We can take care of that, hm?” Eddie reassures and Steve looks at him. “I just, I need to… Can I get closer?”

Eddie’s body is reacting to Steve’s scent, to his heat, and when Steve flares his nostrils, lips parted to chase Eddie’s own scent, he knows the omega is tasting his own arousal. Eddie is already getting hard in his jeans, urgency tugging at him in a new, desperate way. There’s this sudden urge to close all the doors and windows, to make sure his omega is safe here. To make sure they have plenty of food and water and whatever Steve could need.

Steve’s heat is triggering the alpha’s deepest instincts, his own rut. Faster now that he’s with an omega in heat, more desperate if that’s possible, quicker the way his body reacts and his hindbrain shuts down his rational mind. If someone tried to enter the house now, Eddie knows he would fight them with teeth and nails.

The omega nods at him, offers Eddie his hand and the alpha rushes to take it in his, kneels in front of Steve and kisses his hand, nuzzles his warm, soft palm, noses Steve’s wrist glands. It’s so different from every other time, so intimate.

“Stevie, sweetheart, I want to give you whatever you could want,” Eddie whispers against the omega’s wrist, who gasps and thrashes, still fully clothed. His rut is overwhelming him and he needs to do something before he loses it completely. “I just want to know that this… that this is what you really want?”

Eddie’s speech is slurred, he can feel it, like he’s drunk but still thinking properly. Still in charge of himself but not for long, and hopes Steve is still in charge of himself, too.

No, of course they’re not drugged, as Steve said, and maybe it’s different for the omega. But Eddie? He knows he’s losing his mind, he needs to be sure. He needs to claim, the only way he can, now.

“Eddie, I told you, I know what I… oh.”

The alpha, who has been carrying the blue velvet box with him for weeks now, too anxious to leave it at home and yet patting it on his pocket every five minutes, is now holding it in front of Steve.

“Eds? Is this…?”

“Open it, please,” Eddie begs, his hips bucking, armpits stinging, his rut coming to him in waves of painful need. “You don’t have to say yes but fuck, I… I hope you say yes, Stevie, I just… I want to ask you… I’ve been wanting for a long time, actually, never sure if you… if you ever…”

He’s rambling, his hindbrain snarling inside him. If Steve rejects him, and still wants Eddie to stay, Eddie doesn’t know if he’ll survive that. If Steve wants him to leave, Eddie would leave the country, leave it for good and never look back.

Steve opens the box and his eyes widen, the light brown swallowed by the black of his pupils, his delicate fingertip caressing the simple pendant.

“A blackberry,” he whispers. “Eddie, is a silver blackberry.”

Steve is smiling when he looks at Eddie.

“It’s… a courting gift, Stevie,” Eddie reassures, his intentions clear, or so he hopes.

“You always smell like ripe blackberries and chocolate when we’re together,” Steve smiles, his eyes bright.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, breathless. “Do you accept it?”

Eddie finds himself with a lapful of happy, chirping omega who is peppering kisses all over his face. They fall to the ground, Steve stradling him, and Eddie hugging Steve back, laughing, feeling weightless and yet like he’s a supernova.

“I thought… Eddie, what took you this long?” Steve pouts before grinning again. “Of course I accept it, silly alpha, help me?”

They stand clumsily, clawing at the last moments of rational thinking to enjoy this moment. Eddie closes the chain around Steve’s neck, takes his chance to kiss at the moles right there in his jaw, the omega shivering under his touch.

After that, it’s all a blur. Steve undresses himself hastily, tossing the uniform somewhere, leaving only the new silver blackberry, and urges Eddie to do the same. The omega steals Eddie’s handkerchief and puts it on his nest, next goes Eddie’s t-shirt, faded and soft and comfortable, and the alpha knows Steve is going to keep his favorite t-shirt when he nuzzles it, pressing it against his face and inhaling deeply. He feels a deep rush of pride, smiling wolfishly, thinking: mine.

“Better?” Eddie manages to ask when Steve deems the nest good enough.

“No,” Steve answers, takes his hands and pulls at him until Eddie is on the nest, laughing, laying barenaked for Steve to touch and scent and enjoy. “Ok, now, perfect.”

They can’t keep talking after that, their needs far too urgent to deny them now that they’re together. Eddie is not a virgin, but he has never shared a nest with an omega in heat, nor has he spent his rut with someone, and it’s so intense, so overwhelming.

It’s so good. So fucking amazing, he’s not ready for something like this, and yet, he can’t believe he’s been living without this.

Steve’s skin is burning and dripping wet when Eddie gets his mouth on him, his little cocklet throbbing in his tongue under the alpha’s ministrations while his own cock is aching, leaking precum all over the nest.

“Alpha, alpha, I need you,” are the last coherent words Steve pronounces that night. Eddie has half a mind to grab one of the condoms Steve tossed into the nest.

Eddie kisses him while he breaches him, his cunt so wet and ready for him, swallowing him to the hilt, until he’s buried deep in the omega.

“Omega,” Eddie worships him, and knows he’ll always worship Steve.

The omega thrashes and bites him in his shoulders and arms, leaving the marks he can while avoiding his mating gland. Eddie hopes they can claim each other in the future.

They wail and whine, their moans and breath mingling, Eddie rolling his hips chasing Steve’s pleasure again and again, the feeling of his walls clenching around him making him believe in a higher power.

“Alpha, alpha, alpha,” Steve chants, and tugs at Eddie’s dark curls, making the alpha growl, his hips stuttering, the knot at his base swelling and catching at Steve’s entrance.

A powerful, earth-shattering orgasm hits Eddie and leaves him breathless, knotting them together. The alpha howls at the sensation, Steve all around him even if he’s still underneath the alpha. The omega is milking him, riding his own pleasure, and Eddie loses himself in their mixed scents and the overwhelming truth that is to admit at last that he actually is in love with Steve Harrington.

-

Eddie awakes to the sound of a rumbling, loud purr. His muscles are sore and he’s thirsty and hungry as never before, but he’s also sated and happy, his own purr starting happily when he remembers the night before.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Eddie whispers, kissing Steve’s rumbling chest, nuzzling him and feeling absurdly proud of their mingled scents, plus the mess of sweat and slick and overall smell of sex.

“Hngmng,” Steve mumbles, his fingers tangled in Eddie’s fingers and playing idly.

Eddie props over his elbows to look at the magnificent sight that is Steve Harrington, completely naked in the morning light, in the mess of a nest they made together last night. The alpha smiles, completely smitten.

“Is it still too hot, baby?” Eddie asks, and kisses Steve’s lips, softly.

“Hm, not now, but… soon,” Steve answers, biting his lower lip, his soft gaze locked in Eddie’s eyes. He touches his own chest, finds the silver blackberry, and a shiver runs down his spine, Eddie feels like shivering, too. “You meant it?”

“The courting gift? Of course, sweetheart.”

Steve nods, biting his lower lip. Eddie has the need to kiss him again.

“And that you want to give me everything I want? Would you scent me when I’m scared? All that, you meant it?”

“Yeah, omega, I meant it, I mean it… Do you still accept my courtship?” Eddie needs to know, needs to be sure. He’ll probably need to hear it often, still feeling like a dream.

“Yes, Eds,” Steve’s laugh sounds like a chirp, far too adorable. “Do you realize that I’ve been flirting with you since you started working at Divinyl Records, right?”

Eddie blinks once, twice. Wants to say that, yes, that he knew all this time, but the truth is that he’s still wondering if all this is really happening.

“I- Sure.”

Steve chuckles, wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist and pulls at him until they’re kissing again, the urgency rising slowly, letting them enjoy their kiss.

-

During their lunch on Christmas’ Eve day, Starcourt bursting with people doing last time shopping, Eddie and Steve sit closer than usual. The omega is almost sitting in Eddie’s lap, and the alpha can’t stop nuzzling at his boyfriend’s hair and neck. He feels invincible.

Steve shoves a black velvet box towards Eddie, and kisses him right in his scent gland under his ear, making the alpha growl in pleasure.

“What’s this?” Eddie asks, lips curling in a smile.

“Just open it, Eds,” Steve smiles.

Eddie obliges and opens the box to reveal a silver hazelnut.

“Yes, Eddie Munson,” Steve whispers in his ear. “I accept your courting.”

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

@corrodedcoffinfest seven deadly sins halloween pop-up

dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

prompt: wrath ~ word count: 666 ~ rating: M - pov: Gareth ~ relationships: none ~ cw: canon character death, use of song titled “goodbye cruel world”

summary: school has reopened after the so-called earthquake, but Gareth is not thrilled to be returning without his best friend.

author’s note: written in the style of a script. the 2.5-minute soundtrack, found here, is absolutely essential to this fic.

**the song “goodbye cruel world” is used in reference to Eddie’s decision to sacrifice his life for his friends. it is not in any way intended to represent Gareth experiencing suicidal ideation. but please, if you need to, take care. 💜

SCENE: HAWKINS HIGH

The song begins with crashing sound effects; the final crash aligns with the visual of a car door being slammed shut.

LYRIC: I DON’T NEED NO

Closeup on a pair of heavy black combat boots, stomping across the parking lot toward the school.

LYRIC: ARMS AROUND ME

Cut to Gareth POV; a group of girls give him frightened looks and scatter at his approach, leaving him a wide path through the crowded hall.

LYRIC: AND I DON’T NEED NO

Closeup on Gareth’s nose and lips only, as he takes a deep drag from a cigarette and exhales smoke through his nose. His lip is pierced with a silver hoop ring. He carelessly throws the cigarette aside.

LYRIC: DRUGS TO CALM ME

Closeup on the cigarette, rolling across the tiled floor, still lit and trailing smoke.

LYRIC: I HAVE SEEN THE WRITING ON

Cut to: Inside of a locker. The Hellfire Club yearbook photo is taped to the inside of the door. A note has been shoved through the vent, which is abruptly ripped free. He throws a book inside, scattering papers everywhere.

LYRIC: THE WALL

The locker slams shut, revealing graffiti all over the front. The word SATANIST is clearly visible, and the camera slowly zooms in on it.

LYRIC: DON’T THINK I NEED ANYTHING AT ALL

For the first time we see a full view of Gareth as he stomps down the school hallway, scowling fiercely. He’s wearing his Hellfire shirt and red flannel vest, but over it a black leather jacket decorated with metal studs and chains. Ripped black jeans and the aforementioned heavy black boots complete the undeniably Eddie-like image, a stark contrast to the colorful summery outfits of the preppy kids surrounding him.

LYRIC: NO

Gareth roughly shoves aside a kid in a sports uniform. The kid is bigger than him, but looks scared of him.

LYRIC: DON’T THINK I NEED ANYTHING AT ALL

Camera shifts to a wider perspective as Gareth stalks away. Kids mostly ignore him, continuing to give him a wide berth. At the strong GUITAR CHORD he turns abruptly and though he doesn’t speak audibly it’s clear that he snaps “fuck off!” at a group of little band nerds who were staring at him. They jump back, frightened, and immediately scatter. Gareth disappears around the corner.

LYRIC: ALL IN ALL IT WAS ALL JUST BRICKS IN THE WALL

Closeup on Gareth’s hand, adorned with chunky silver rings nearly identical to Eddie’s, shoving open the door of the gymnasium. Pan around gym; it’s obviously a “first day back to school” pep rally or assembly of some sort. The gym is a riot of school spirit and colors and perky happy kids.

Gareth storms right past Jeff and Grant— who exchange worried looks— without acknowledging them, and climbs to the very top of the bleachers, sitting far away from all the other students.

LYRIC: ALL IN ALL YOU WERE ALL JUST BRICKS IN THE WALL

As the music fades into the next track, Gareth slumps against the wall, crossing his arms, glaring around the room as if daring anyone else to approach. Pan out reveals he’s sitting beneath a hand painted banner that says KEEP OUR SCHOOLS SAFE! with two large crosses and ichthys symbols painted on either side of the words.

Cut to Lucas, Mike, Dustin, and Will entering the gym; Dustin starts heading in Gareth’s direction but is quickly stopped by Jeff.

LYRIC: GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD, I’M LEAVING YOU TODAY

Gareth glares daggers at his friends.

Former friends?

LYRIC: GOODBYE, GOODBYE, GOODBYE

He unfolds the paper that was in his locker vent. It’s Eddie’s missing person poster.

LYRIC: GOODBYE, ALL YOU PEOPLE

Gareth's fingers briefly caress photo-Eddie’s face.

LYRIC: THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN SAY

Scrawled across the bottom of the poster in bright red ink are the words YOU'RE NEXT, FREAK!

LYRIC: TO MAKE ME CHANGE MY MIND

Gareth angrily crumples the poster and throws it as hard as he can.

LYRIC: GOODBYE

END SCENE

thanks a million to @the-unforgivenn for beta reading!

[shot-kickers]

All the future episodes make me sad and like everyone else I'm not immune to making my own Teen AU in order to let the Simpsons kids have some fun! This teen AU ends up going into a college one too but we can talk about that one later for now here's some silly teen designs for Bart and his friend group.

Season 30's 'E My Sports' put these guys on a team together and then never did anything with them as a group ever again but I liked the idea of them all being a rag tag group of friends when they got to high school so the Evergreen Terrors team name lives on!

Design notes are under the keep reading because I like to yap!

Bart is the leader of this operation and still the top school prankster whose shenanigans always end up on the front page of the school's newspaper (Partly because they're an inconvenience to the students and staff but also partly because he has men on the inside and by that I mean Rodd and Todd Flanders run the school paper together!) Design wise I just went mostly off of what he wears in the future episodes, mostly Future Drama and Barthood since they take place in teen timelines more than the others, as well as looking at old skating magazines I had saved for personal projects that I thought would be a nice nod to his skater boy vibe. You'll see with Lisa and Maggie later but the number of piercings the kids have are the same as the order they are in the family, Bart has one, Lisa has two and Maggie has three! He and Milhouse have matching Itchy and Scratchy tattoos since in this AU they'd be 18, Bart doesn't bother hiding his tattoo from Homer and Marge even if they disapprove of it but Milhouse tries (and fails) to hide his from Luanne and Kirk for as long as he possibly can.

Milhouse is still unfortunately Milhouse so he's still a bit insecure about himself and his parents won't let him dress 'cool' so he makes do with what he can like buying his belts from Hot Topic and layering his clothing, even if he has to tuck his shirt in so the belts can be seen by his peers. He has a silly little nerd bag and he got new glasses for moving up to high school but alas, some things never change and bullies ended up breaking them but he taped them up to look cooler instead of getting new ones. I wanted to give him like starter emo hair where he's just started growing it out like the cool kids but it doesn't make him look cool he just looks like a nerd instead. I'm not the biggest fan of beefy teen Milhouse I think it's more fun if he's still just a bit of a nerd. His badges and stickers on his trumpet case are references to Space Mutants, Life in Hell, Fall Out Boy, Radioactive Man and his dad's Can I Borrow A Feeling?

Nelson took to hanging out with Bart and Milhouse after Jimbo, Dolph and Kearney graduated and at the point this AU takes place he considers them close friends (not that you'd catch him telling them that though but I'm sure they've picked up on it over the years) He and Lisa have been on a few more dates over the years but whether or not they stay together at any point well who really is to say right now, but they are still close friends! I also like to think that Nelson's gotten pretty good at his guitar playing by this point, his singing though maybe not so much. Design wise I fear I was in the dark canon wise since they don't feature teen nelson a lot in the teen timelines so I just went with the vest TM and made it more of a battle jacket since my mum had one and hers was covered in all sorts of patches and pen doodles from her friends and the metal bands she used to listen to. I thought that since the vest in canon is clearly used to symbolize Nelson's relationships with people (Bart getting sentimental over it at the end of the episode where he and Nelson were friends, him giving it to Lisa when she was cold at the end of When Nelson Met Lisa/Lisa wearing it at the end of Barthood when the two are going out together) that eventually he lets his friends add things to the jacket within reason since it still has to look cool after all, nothing cutesy just heavy metal and wicked cool motifs. Because of this Bart gets to doodle on it, Milhouse has accidentally stained it with bleach during a prank at school and Martin and Sophie have given him some cool patches and buttons they find while out and about. The ONE uncool patch that stays on the jacket however is the recycling one, gifted of course by Lisa during their relationship at some point and he cares a bit too much to remove it after the break up. You can't see it in this image but the back of the jacket has a whole flannel panel sewn into the back of it from one of his dad's old flannels, something about having a piece of someone close to you with you despite them no longer being present in your life. I also let him grow out his hair because I imagine that at some point Mrs Muntz was able to afford a fancy barber to cut Nelson's hair for school and he fucked it up so bad that Nelson vowed to never cut his hair again!

Martin is struggling due to pushing himself so hard in order to meet the crazy high exceptions his family have for his future and he still remains the school's biggest teacher's pet as a result. He's leader of the mathletes and is trusted by almost every member of staff as he has quite the reputation of being one of the school's most important over achievers, alongside Lisa and Allison Taylor of course. However since he's a friend of Bart's at this point, he's also not above being mischievous in order to let off steam and Bart, Milhouse and Nelson all take great joy in getting goody two shoes Martin in trouble with them, even if he can use his reputation with the teachers to get out of the detention the others land themselves in. Springfield's school system already has a low turn out of top student alumni so I imagine that they get their top students out of trouble when they do things wrong in order to produce a more impressive track record to outsiders. Design wise I just went for big nerd but I also wanted small hints that as much as he tries to keep up his usual silly and whimsical appearances he's still mega stressed underneath, like his socks not being evenly pulled up and his little head hairs being a bit frazzled. I also had to keep his little chest pocket where he stores his pens cause it's a fun part of his usual design. I also gave him a big backpack he uses to carry every textbook under the sun which often would get him picked on by bullies like usual.

Sophie kept hanging out with Bart as the years went on and over time eventually she was considered to be a part of the gang, especially once the kids got to high school. She's still an avid gamer and I imagine she plays just about anything from survival horror to farm simulators. Her Skyrim mods go crazy I bet. Outside of that though her passion is still classical music as she practices her violin religiously and also helps out with her dad's live music on The Krusty Show as a part time job outside of school hours. She's also in the school marching band along with Milhouse, Lisa and Allison and is equally as passionate about that as she is with her violin practice. Design wise I thought she could be vaguely tomboyish but with a bit of a girly flair to it, the one future episode she is in she's getting married to Jimbo so figuring out what she'd wear was pretty hard since there wasn't a lot to go off of (Her necklace is from that episode because her neck looked too bare without something around it)

[lonesome-greenery]

9 and 16 for characters from your nuclear dragons world? any one i wanna know more

Alright for 9 you get Icarion's wife, Amalie and a dragon rider in training, Hazel.

Amalie: She's usually dressed in soft oranges, yellows, and greens with a nice pale blue apron that she put together herself from fabric that she traded rather extensively for and pestered the seamstress down the hill about patterns for it. Said apron has an assortment of pockets and is embroidered nicely along the hem and waist with runes particular to her line of work and the tales surrounding it (Icarion found her the runes as a late birthday gift, they serve as protection for her as well as a connection to her culture as the two of them moved out as far as they could from the mainland after Icarion's retirement from the dragon slayer's guild and the potential target that could put on both their backs), Amalie's particular people group (early residents of Srini) have a more neutral relationship with magic and tend to channel small amounts of it through story telling that gives the magic a very particular vessel and purpose to fill, her dress style is distinctly inspired by Nordic traditional dress, though she does not sport the traditional head covering of married women, opting instead to signify her marriage to Icarion through a rather new fangled method in which both married partners braid some of their spouse's hair into their own and tie it off with a charm that they have crafted together. Amalie is proud to show off this braid and keeps it loose from the rest of the braided updo she does every morning. She also has a belt that is looped over the top of the apron that has a notebook, tape measure, and a pencil adjacent item clipped to it.

Hazel: Her story takes about a century and a half after Icarion's so things have begun to change a bit in terms of what is acceptable dress as well as attitudes towards the dragons in general. Hazel is usually wearing a pair of victorian era-esque trousers, a button down shirt (it's debatable whether this is actually hers or one that she snagged from her uncle's closet that he no longer used), a well patched vest, and a pair of boots that are just slightly too big, but she makes it work. It's a lot more common for people of all genders to be wearing pants, although to the more traditional cultures like those of Feldan, C'tarct, and Arkmouth (only in the upperclass circles though) it is generally frowned upon to have a young lady without her skirts out in public, but Hazel is from Bikwood (a small farming settlement out on the edge of the Polycephaline Forfeit, about a hundred miles out from the nearest form of civilization that is also a small farming settlement, Iftown, but that ones for the preapocalyptic western that takes place about forty years prior), her particular style of dress makes it easier for her to perform whatever manual labor she's asked, but also is easily treated with an experimental flame retardent her uncle has cooked up to protect her in case her dragon friend, Pip, lets loose a stray spark. Generally, she's got her curly hair pulled back in a ponytail and wears a scarf of sorts to cover the horns she's got growing in

For 16 you get a Feldan librarian, Bix and a Ninfa Gassiathen refugee, Wyran.

Bix: She lives in Feldan city, Holtskarta, that houses the headquarters of the librarian's guild of Feldan, in a little apartment tucked in the northern part of the city. This apartment is rented out by a little old landlady named Florence, who inherited the property from her grandfather. Bix's neighbors come from several different places with Morris, one of her closest friends having fled from Ninfa Gassiath in the civil conflict that started with the warlords, the Cinderfords are from C'tarct and Jim, a retired pirate, is from the Craetan Archipelago. Bix's apartment has a bedroom and a kitchen and a closet that she makes good use of. She's got a set of teacups that she got at the nightmarket one year from a traveling Ninfa Gassiathen merchant with runes painted along the rim that always keeps the tea at just the right temperature. She isn't very good with her hands, but she always displays the hand sewn gifts she's received from her family with pride on the shelves she got help from Morris in setting up on the wall in the kitchen. There's a little window that overlooks the courtyard that's framed by an embroidered set of drapes and a dining table that sits two is placed by it. The walls are a light, cream kind of color and the floor is a dark wood, half of it covered by an old rug that Bix brought from her village. The whole apartment is neat and tidy, with only her bedside table being visited by the mess that she leaves after her late night book repairs or reading.

Wyran: Wyran lives in Arriavon, C'tarct after his cousin, Tress, was killed by the brute squad (common slang for the church backed police force by the lower classes of C'tarct). He lives in the store room of the bakery/café/burglar hideout that Anwir, a former revolutionary, owns. There's a crate that he keeps his things in and a messily stitched together quilt that he uses. He thinks that his boss doesn't know that he sleeps there, but really Anwir has been actively hiding and protecting him and just hasn't bothered to tell Wyran that because he assumes that the kid is worried enough already, and would likely feel guilty about putting another person in danger to his benefit. Wyran also has a few candle stubs that he uses to try and read an old law book written in the C'tarctan runic alphabet that he's been trying to learn. The store room itself is usually piled high with whatever flour or foreign goods that Anwir is able to smuggle past the enforcers, and has a sheet thrown pinned over the doorframe that leads to the hall inside and a pair of heavy doors that lead outside on the opposite side of the store room. It doesn't get a whole lot of light as there aren't windows in there, but Anwir's been looking to get a couple of gas lamps installed. The store room is actually set lower than the rest of the café and so magic tends to pool in the back end of the room and mess with things a bit which often leads to some of Wyran's memories of the what little he saw of the civil conflict in Ninfa Gassiath as a child resurfacing as incredibly vivid nightmares in his sleep.

[slippery-domjot-balls]

DS9 S3 E12 Part 1 and Part 2 "Past Tense"

So....I watched these episodes for the first time about one month ago. This is not a review of the episode, but a quick look at some things I enjoyed. I just realized the play on words of the episode title....past......tense.....Past.....Tense.....PAST TENSE. Got it. Good!

Anyway, Jadzia looks professional and ready to mingle in the suit, very flattering, even the feather is great. It looks just different enough to feel unfamiliar to our 2020s, but similar to the point we recognize the potential trends humanity could have experienced and maybe still should.

I love the refined silly look! Hair is fantastic. Great job everyone! High fives all around.

Look at that vest! Can there be too many stripes? NOPE. And before you ask, yes those stripes go ALL the way down girl. All the way. Whoever decided that our vests need to be tailored to be worn upside down is an innovative magician. The fabric beneath that is also wonderful. Looks paisley in design? Either way it is beautiful!

Just look at that smile! No wonder Worf fell in love with Jadzia just like many others before him and all of us viewers! Magnificent molars!

Geometric fashion was really cutting edge....heheheh....

However, art did was not done any favor by that odd Tron Crosshair throwback thing. Maybe it is the Bell Riot Era version of retro? it isn't terrible, but would you hang that on the wall of your 2020s AU penthouse suite? Would you though? I genuinely don't know if you would, so please tell me because I have to decorate in an hour.

You might think that hot fashion would not be allowed in the slums and that the Sanctuary does not permit hotties to dress as provocateurs', but you would be wrong. Julian is sporting a lovely horizontal stripe vest that fits perfectly with his heavy hoodie. He looks VERY comfortable against the concrete.

Julian cannot steal the spotlight though. He might be Garak's main squeeze, but Ben Sisko steps aside for no one. Flannel is the future people.

Perfect outdoor wear for a BBQ with the family or for saving timelines from suffering, Sisko stands front and center showing off a delicious cutoff flannel top with the breast pockets needed for snacks. His overalls also boast great maneuverability and certainly flatter his glutes.

Commanding a room has never been so chic. But we still need to enjoy Kira and Miles.

Do you know why Miles needs to wear such a HUGE belt? It is because he carries so many tools in his pockets. The man is a walking toolbox I swear. You might think that the two tone top is common place in Star trek, and you would be right. But wrapped around the unmatched muscle of O'Brien we get a sight that captured Keiko from day one. Manly magnificence on the bridge!!! Let's take a closer look at Kira. She is always worth it.

No one else could pull off nose tape with such panache and flair! She is a beauty. I think I am smitten! Short hair has never looked better than it does right now. Her knitted vest draws out the color in her hair. The bag she wears proves that she totally snuck a disrupter to the past.....probably. She is always ready for action.

Rest up you lovely man. You deserve it. The purple pjs just work. They make sense since Sisko is DS9 royalty.

OH THERE IT IS! My favorite mug! That thing shows up sometimes and I guarantee Sisko bought that from a gift shop on the promenade.

When all is said and done Star Trek is about fashion. This is a fashion show disguised as the best science fiction franchise ever made.

[ashleybenlove]

I'm very intrigued by the Flyer's black markings. One of my wonderings if perhaps its like sports tape (especially the arm/shoulder one), which is done in a way to prevent injury among other things.

It's probably a tattoo of some sort, but it also covers the dragonscale/skin vest he's wearing over his tunic so.

[bellasdragons]

NPC Descriptions

Here are the descriptions I could find for the Trading Post and Grand Exchange dragons (and Sage).

While the Grand Exchange ones have descriptions (will update with Sage's other seasons too as they come up) I couldn't most of our main crew - if you can find them please let me know and I'll add them (with credit of course!)

Under a cut because of length:

SUSIE "An image of Susie, a female Coatl dragon. Susie sits among a garden of hearts and flowers. She crochets a string of hearts in her wheelchair, using the thread lovebirds have brought to her. As a Coatl dragon, Susie has a short snout, curled tail, and a feathered crest and wings that connect to her body alongside some swirled bony plates. Susie has a leopard ice primary and pinkish wings that end in short stripes. She wears enormous spectacles, a red heart bowtie, and a purple coat and skirt with many white petticoats. "

PATCHES "An image of Patches, a male Pearlcatcher dragon. Patches holds up his pearl using a prosthetic arm and is surrounded by a treasure chest, parrot, cannon, and ship’s wheel. As a Pearlcatcher dragon, Patches has two horns down the center of his forehead, a mane that runs down the length of his back, and long ears. Patches colors most closely resemble a maroon speckle and garnet freckle. He wears a mix of a corsair’s hat and a privateer’s jacket, both of which are mended and have seen better days. "

JOXAR "An image of Joxar, a male Mirror dragon. He tosses a prismatic token into the air, and sits in front of crates of goods. As a Mirror dragon, Joxar has two pairs of eyes and a twin crests/horns that flare out to either side. Joxar has a sky primary and brick secondary, and does not sport any gene patterns. Joxar wears a floppy festive crown, a scarf, a short vest, and a jester’s adornments on his legs and tail. "

ARVELLE "An image of Arvelle, a female Ridgeback dragon. Arvell is holding a twin-headed spiked flair and standing atop a mound of broken weapons. As a Ridgeback dragon Arvelle has a protruding nose and chin, long curved thumb claws, and spikes running down her back. Arvelle has an off-white body color with a greyish pink belly. Her claw tips are crimson and her wings are a reddish brick color. She wears a set of well-used armor. The armor’s most notable piece is the helmet, which sports a large crimson plume of hair and fiber that trails down her neck. Arvelle is well-muscled and scarred. "

HIGGENS "An image of Higgins, a male Nocturne dragon. Higgens has a dry expression on his face, stands upright and holds up a platter of mimic powder. Behind him is a haunted looking Victorian building, and next to him stands a chest that opens to reveal teeth and a tongue. As a Nocturne dragon, Higgens has a bat-like nose, a chin frill, and an array of short spikes that run down his neck. Higgens has a charcoal primary and blackberry secondary, and does not sport any gene patterns. "

MARVA An image of Marva, presumed to be an Imperial dragon. "Presumed", because there is no dragon stationed at this shop at all! Instead, a whimsically-painted cardboard cutout of an imperial dragon stands among cardboard cutouts of April Fool's day familiars. Many of the cutouts display visible tape holding them together, and some paint appears to have been spattered. The largest cutout of the Imperial dragon is of a dark purple imperial with light purple wings. It holds a star wand and wears a star cape and top hat, and has a big smile on its face that nearly splits its head in two.

AVERY "An image of Avery, a male Wildclaw, looking anxious in an office overflowing with paperwork, medals, and trophies. From behind the cluttered desk peeks a Skycat with long ears and wings. As a Wildclaw dragon Avery has three pairs of horns around his face, a feathered crest, and stands upright on a pair of legs sporting hooked claws. Avery has an algae jaguar primary and a peridot blend secondary. He is wearing a scroll case sling, a pair of spectacles, and a bowtie. "

GLASS & GLOSS "An image of Glass and Gloss, a nonbinary Aberration dragon. They smile viciously and hold open their tattered cape, displaying an array of gene scrolls. Behind them, vases an boxes are overflowing with similar inventory. As an Aberration dragon, they have two heads with rounded and swept back horns, twin tails, and tattered wings. They have a flaxen swirl primary, goldenrod weaver secondary, and soil fangs tertiary. "

SAGE (SUMMER) "An image of Sage, a female dryad. Sage reclines against her tree her hand raised to tease and grow the dandelions. Behind her the land shows the gold colors of summer. As a dryad, Sage resembles a human with leaves and bark growing from her hair and body. In the summer, Sage has deep brown skin with gold undertones, a golden crown of leaves, and a white and green leafy dress. "

GALORE "Image of Galore, an adult male Guardian dragon with speckle spruce primary and chocolate blend secondary genes. Galore is perched upon a pile of coins, gems, a chest, and other treasures. He is wearing an ornate, yet aged, cloak and beard tie. A large wooden staff with a loose leather strap grip is leaning against Galore’s side. The apparel Galore wears and his staff are unique to his character and are not standard "

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My concept for a JT Spinoff series!

Since I'm in the mood of bringing my own direction to the series, because of course the series has so much potential, that needs to be expanded and use some new ideas and concepts into play, here is my idea for a JT Spinoff, that'll bring new ideas into the mix.

Get ready for some crazy intergalactic adventures, with some magic, chaos and futuristic technology mixed in!

Let's power up!

Johnny Test: Power Up! is a hypothetical spinoff idea, that will go beyond their planet and into the cosmos! The usual shenanigans of testing and misadventures will happen, along with intergalactic travel and supernatural elements. During a battle against his enemies, who were about to use a powerful device to change space and time, in a desperate act, Johnny would shoot it down. Unfortunately this would result in the device malfunctioning and engulfing everyone in a blinding light. Thus, Johnny, Dukey, Susan, Mary and many of their allies and enemies were sent on a new planet in a new galaxy, filled with new faces and before they knew, the Test quartette will get tangled in many intergalactic (mis)adventures, filled with fun, action, emotional moments, teamwork and the occational chaos, while facing enemies and friends, both old and new.

Since this is a different concept, the characters will be redesigned and aged up a bit. The new designs will be inspired by Sonic Boom and Winx Club. (I have yet to make the new looks and the new artstyle)

Johnny (who will be 13-14 years old)  will somewhat be similar to his canon counterpart, BUT there will be changes to his character. Like for examples, I wanted to give him a softer and more mature side to his character, in order to make him more likeable. Think of it as a three dimensional verison of revival Johnny, with shades of S1 in between. As for his redesign, he would wear a torn, yellow scarf, fingerless, black leather gloves, white sports tape, ripped pants, stylized high sneakers, a denim vest, optional shades, a futuristic watch, that'll act as a communicator/housing new features and a detailed shirt. As for new things, I want to add, is a new interest in parkour and breakdancing, to bring out a more active and fast side to him, as well as listening to music. Recently, he's been listening to K-Pop, J-Rock and J-Pop, since they're very energetic. He will be the (sort of) leader of the team and the way of a quick transport will be an updated version of the Turbo Action Backpack. To flesh out his character, he would have a greater sense in justice and when the situations are tough and intense, his demeanor will change into a serious fighter with a sense of humor.

Dukey will also be similar to his revival counterpart, but once again, I wanted to add a bit more dimension to his character, since he will be known as the voice of the gang. His redesign will be simple. Add a red scarf with a diamond-shaped gem, a utility belt with bags, some white sports tape on his arms and that's it. As for new things to add for our mutt friend, since he'll be in a city full of people of different species and more, he doesn't need to disguise himself, unless some of the returning characters, who are unaware of his unique talent (i.E. speaking and being bipedal) are present. Another new talent of his will be, much like Johnny, an interest in parkour. However, his dog skills would make him more nimble and fluid, a contrast to Johnny's fast paced moves. New things to add to his personality would be him being more social to the anthropomorphic animals, since he's not the only one anymore and if things are reality tough and his friends are in danger, he would have no choice than to swallow his fears down and stand up against his enemies. Mind you, it's not a common thing, especially that if he has to be the only one, but at least he's trying his best to protect his friends. During the day, he had to deal with not just the Test siblings' antics, but also those from his new friends. However, two of them would help him ease his worries.

Susan (who will be 15-16 years old) will be one of the two brains of the team. Even though she and Mary may have the same personality (similar to the original and revival), I wanted to add some elements to distinguish her from Mary. That includes the outfit and personalities. Sure, both keep their lab coats, but for Susan, her redesign will have hear wearing a bright blue sleeveless turtleneck top with yellow and indigo stars, a black choker, dark blue/almost black skirt with black shorts underneath, shorter white socks, black mary-jane shoes with a golden star attached to each shoe and special gloves, covering only the thumb, index and middle finger with some color on the finger tips. Why the special gloves? Well, even though the glasses will look identical to their original glasses, they would receive special smart glasses, containing a little, yet highly advanced operating system. As for new thing adding to her personality, is due to seeing the highly advanced and futuristc technology of the new planet, they're living for the first time, she'll be very intrigued in those and would use the technology for future inventions and gadgets. Unlike, Mary, Susan is more tomboyish and hot-headed, but at least she has some control, unlike a new friend, she just made. (We'll talk about that later) and Mary and others would point it out for her to calm down.

Mary (who will also be 15-16 years old) will also have some elements, in order to differentiate herself a bit more than Susan. Her redesign will still include that lab coat, but she'll wear a yellow crop top with some crescent moons, a high waist flared jeans with moon and sparkle embroidery, a moon necklace, high neon pink sneakers with moons and the same special gloves, like her twin sister. Her new glasses will also contain a little, yet highly advanced operating system. We all know, that Mary is more rational and calm than Susan and believes a bit more on the supernatural. In that spinoff, she would also believe a bit more in fantasy. Not only that, but she would interact with some of the mythical creatures, since the new planet has some of them and even befriend one of them (Again, we'll come to that later). She would also have her limits on overconfidence and would remind Susan, if she's crossing the line. Basically these additions are made, because I wanted to give Mary more spotlight and love and to make her three-dimensional.

But that's not all....They will be joined by three new characters, who will help them (or not, depending on circumstances.) on their adventures and misadventures! And sometimes, they would also creating new problems. Each of them having their own personalities and flaws. (I have yet to make the designs of the new characters)

Schalot (VA: Brian Doe) is the strength of the group, even though he's not the most buff one. (His body type is slender, like androgynous) He's a pastel pink snail with cyan eyes, wearing a singed red coat, a white collar shirt, almost open to let a bit of his chest breathe, a golden-yellow shell, a communicator on his right wrist, belts with one of the having bags on his waist and like those straps-like ones on his torso. The back sill include a strong magnet to carry his main weapon. His design will be based/inspired by Escargoon from the Kirby anime, but make it a bit more human like with human hands and a body type. And I want to make his head to be more friendly. Like give him full teeth and make his eyes bigger. (And no beard, since he would be between 18-19 years old) Almost like a gijinka in some ways. As for his personality, I can describe him as a moody, sassy and aggressive introvert, who's mostly seen spending time on his phone (I wanted to make him a phone addict, because some aspects are inspired by me.), with a chaotic side sprinkled on. This fella is knows as the luckiest and unluckiest snail, since he would get hit by random objects, but he would always survive unharmed. (Though, he has problems with staircases, as he would often fall down from them)  All of those inconveniences, coupled with the constant stress every day (along with some paranoia), would become the fuel of the one thing, everyone's afraid of: his nuclear temper. Even bigger than Hugh and Susan combined. (Inspired by the 2003 and 2012 version of Raphael from TMNT) Schalot is known to be highly sensitive. If you try to insult him, annoy him too much, hurt his loved ones and friends, look at him the wrong way or heck, do all of these above, he would definitely not hesitate to be loud and aggressive and he would definitely attack you. That' s right, he would attack you with his main weapon, a scepter. But not any normal scepter, a highly modified one, that contains advanced technology and have several attack modes (like Smash, basically make it as strong as a big hammer or blade, which meant, it would pull out a plasma blade for effective slashes.) Heck, he would often use it to break doors down, even the strongest ones, create holes from walls, etc. Aside from his burning anger, he would be good at insulting people and giving them savage remarks (except for the two new characters below and his siblings, since he is the youngest of them.). Like he would call the men in black as "Agents Dumb and Dumber", Eugene as "Bowling Ball Creep" or to Dark Vegan "Mushroom Head". But of course, he's not a full blown jerk. He just has trouble controlling his emotions and having problems with socializing. If you know him well and respect his boundaries, he would be loyal and protective. Plus, Schalot would take his responsibility and would do his best on making things right. When it comes to alien attacks or any form of battles, instead of running away like the citizens, he would never go down without a fight, since he has the spirit and the heart of a rough warrior. With his main weapon, some kunais with special effects (like explosion, shock, freeze, etc.) and other weapons from the lab, Schalot would make sure, no one would get away with it and give them a lot of pain. Some fun facts about him: Unlike Johnny and Dukey, this snail loves cats and has a different opinion about them! (Like he would melt at the sight of a kitten for example.) I mean, he’s catlike in some ways. Another thing is, he has such a sweet tooth with his favorite treat being a chocolate chip cookie roll with some ice cream. And also, if he gets too panicked, he would simply faint. Finally, it seems like, he may be bi, since when it comes to love, it’s basically an afterthought, due to a busy schedule. As for some depressing facts: while his siblings are still alive, his parents are not, like something has happened, that changed his life forever.

Serena (VA: Either Christina Masterson or Shannon-Chan-Kent) is the heart of the group. A sweet and kind girl (who's at the same age as Johnny), who's not afraid to help people and hope for a better future. Her design is described as a young girl with short, black hair, a white hibiscus flower on her head, yellow/amber eyes, a white top, pink belt with a huge bow/ribbon on the back, light blue leggings, transparent green skirt and boots. While she may sound like a very boring character, there is a twist. While she looks like a human, she's also a fairy with magical powers! That's right, I want to include a magical girl into the mix. Her inspirations came mostly from Winx Club. Like sprouting her sparkly pink, butterfly/moth like fairy wings, (which is at the same size as the original Magic Winx/Charmix wings.) firing magical blasts beams and performing spells. However, there are several downsides to this. First of all, it's due to her past. You see, she originated from Earth and while her father is human (In fact she and her father are from New Zealand) , Serena actually obtained her fairy powers from her mother. One day, her mother went missing, when she was three and nobody knows, what happened to her. Then when she was 6 years old, during a camping trip, she got lost in the woods, while chasing a butterfly. At the same time, a bear was nearby and she was so scared by it launching at her, that something awakened inside of her and created a magical explosion. Thankfully, no one was harmed and the bear ran off in fear. That explosion has alerted anyone, including her father, thus reuiniting with his precious daughter. Since then, she tried her best to surpress and hide her magic, out of fear of hurting anyone. But this resulted in the second problem: Unleashing blasts at random intervals. Even when she got teleported into a new world, that problem still persists , due to the fear. It wasn't until Johnny and the others learning the truth about her and accepting her of who she is, that Serena decided to open up more and started training her skills. Around the same time, she would receive her own communicator watch. And guess what, it'll still be an issue, but at least she tries her best. Few things, I can add to her personality, despite her kind personality, she dislikes Johnny's sisters, due to their treatment towards him (and unintenionally create the rift between magic vs. technology), but she would tolerate Mary more than Susan. Also, life lession: DO NOT USE HER KINDNESS TO EXPLOIT TO YOUR SELFISH DESIRES! If she finds out, well...the last thing, you piss off is a sweet fairy. The third and final problem is, when she tries out new spells, it'll end in unintentional disaster, due to the side effects. Plus, she has a limit on how many spells she would perform, without exhausting herself. Not to mention, she would profusely apologise, if her random blasts hit anyone. Yeah, she can be quite gullible, but give her time to mature and learn. Aside from this, I also wanted to give her some cool factors, like Serena not really the most girly one, but not the tomboyish one. She would be in between. Plus, despite being opposite to Johnny, both would become good friends.

Ziffy (VA: Andrea Libman) is a small, yet extremely advanced robot assistant with an advanced AI, that creates a human personality. In this case, a very happy individual, ready to help their friends! However, unlike Spongebob and Pinkie Pie, whose personalities inspired Ziffy's, that little fella is more level headed. Inspired by G3 Frankie, Ziffy's pronouns are they/them (even though robots are genderless, therefore pronouns doesn't matter). Designwise, they’ll be a small, cute robot with a monitor, projecting their face and a cute ,violet and blue, six-point star shaped antenna. As for their personality, they will be an happy and highly expressable extrovert and ready to help anyone, but also has a level-headed approach. LIke they will play the neutral ground and tries their best to give out compromises and suggestions, since they're the balance of the group. Despite the small size, Ziffy packs a lot of devices inside, like a flamethrower, a hammer, giant tweezers, a confetti cannon, laser blasters, a bell, a megaphone, a scanner, a hologramm projector and many, many more. Interestingly enough, they wasn't built by the Test sisters at all, as they originally came from a different planet far away from the new planet, their friends are staying. On top of that, before meeting Johnny and the others, they actually built several robots for several purposes. For example, MediBots are the medics, cleaning bots for cleaning, CheerBots for cheerleading, etc. After meeting them, Susan and Mary will collaborate them to create new devices and more. And here's the thing, they and Schalot are best friends, despite being opposites to each other! Don’t worry, Ziffy knows a lot more about him and therefore, respects his space and even helps him. Just make sure, his schemes wouldn’t cross the line. Of course, their flaws would include: Them being a bit overreactive, can get really tired at some point, so they have to recharge themselves and sometimes, they can go out of control, because the AI is very good, but not 100% perfect. Most of the times. they’ll be in the background, while their friends often go on adventures, but when push comes to shove, that little robot wouldn’t hesitate to protect their friends at any cost.

Of course, there will be more new characters during the gang's crazy journeys and of course, some returning characters will also show up time after time, like Mr. Black, Mr. White, Sissy, the General, Gil, etc. Ideas for new characters will be like a strict female general, an artist, a musician and many more. Ranging from anthropromorphic snails, tigers and other animals to aliens to mythical creatures like elves, fairies, etc. As for the villains, it'll be a mixture of the old villains, like Bling-Bling-Boy, Dark Vegan, Zizrar, Brain Freezer, Mr. Mittens, etc. and brand new villains in rotation.

Each of their communicator watches (now called T-05. As in, T for Test and O5 referencing the release year of the original.), that the main cast have, have many features than just for communication. Inspired by the Enerbeam, they would contain something, called the Neocord, which is a beam containing bright plasma. Each of them will sport a different color. (Example, Johnny's being yellow). It'll be used as a rope to grab enemies, swinging them around, throwing them into the stratosphere, using it as a bungee cord, slingshot, etc. A special thing, it can do is to split into multiple beams to grab multiple enemies, tethering the beams together to create a net, etc.

The main location for the premise is in a planet, named Lumina. Specifically in a shiny, futuristic city, known as "Starfall City" The city is home to its thriving community, amazing technology and beautiful greens.  The planet itself is full of beautiful forests, cascading water and snowy areas, all filled with hybrid animals and other creatures. The residents will be full of aliens, anthromorphic animals and even supernatural and mythical creatures.  The inspiration of that location came from Astro Boy and the music video of K/DA's "MORE". The main protagonists will live in a HQ with a highly advanced lab, a training room, a garden and many rooms, like a living room, some bathrooms, a kitchen and multiple bed rooms. However, there are times, where the gang will travel to different planets and galaxies either to take a vacation there or solving problems.

The comedy will be a mix between the JT humor and comedic anime elements. (i.E. falling down in a comedic fashion, very expressive, slapstick, etc.). On top of that, it won't be afraid to make some self aware jokes and referencing their own history.

BUT! It won't be just filled with just comedy! It'll contain a lot of action scenes and emotional moments, in order to give the characters depth in developing. Basically, if Johnny Test is an anime. A semi-serious one.

As for the aesthetic, I could describe it as, if sci-fi future meets urban street vibes and add some myths.

Even though, there will be call backs, it'll take place in a different continuity, as the premise will take place 2 years after the original and revival.

And one more thing, when it comes to those cosmic adventures, most of the times, Johnny and Dukey, along with Schalot and Serena, had to deal with the situation. Sometimes, it's just the two, or maybe three or heck, solo missions will be a possibility, but when the situations are tough and intense, the ENTIRE team will be involved. And sometimes, Johnny wouldn't be involved in some missions.

The inspirations behind this project come from Sonic Boom, Winx Club (mainly the first 4 seasons), Sonic Prime, Sonic X and Ratchet & Clank. As in aspects of comedy, settings, action, emotion, story etc.

Anyway, what do you think of those ideas?  Comment down below for feedback and suggestions for improvement! I hope those ideas will develop the series even further beyond. It's also a dream project of mine, that I wish to make it into official reality.

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Image Description: Digital Art of My Hero Academia’s class 1-A students, all sporting their own and each other’s Hero Merch. There are five students on each page, there are four separate pages.

Kirishima Eijiro (Red Riot) is the first. His logo is a red boxing-glove with two white R’s on the front. Kirishima is stretching his left arm over his right, looking like he just finished at the gym. His red hair is pushed back by a Dynamight headband, little explosions along the black band. His tank top is two-toned, the top half is a muted red that looks to be dripping down over the light gray at the bottom, this is a Pinky themed tank top. Kirishima is wearing his own themed basketball shorts, which are black with a white stripe on the sides, white drawstrings, two overlapping Rs on the bottom right thigh. He is wearing black and red athletic shoes, with an orange stripe and white laces.

Sero Hanta (Cellophane) is second. His logo is a tape dispenser, but instead of a roll of tape it is a large yellow C outlined in black. Sero is smiling behind himself, as he walks. His hair is messily pushed down by the Shoto themed beanie he is wearing, which is white with Shoto’s logo/name on it. Sero is wearing a chunky-yellow-beaded necklace, which is hanging over his own themed black t-shirt. His shirt has his own logo over the left breast. Sero has a ChargeBolt messenger bag slung over his left shoulder. Which has ChargeBolt’s yellow logo on the side, the bag’s flap is black, the inner and strap is white, with electricity going up the strap. He’s wearing tie-dyed capris, which are rainbow colors. His shoes are yellow and white chuck-taylors.

Ashido Mina (Pinky) is third. Her logo is ‘Pinky’ spelled in bright pink bubble letters, which are all capitalized except for the I. There is a blue dripping down behind the letters, much like her acid. Ashido looks like she’s posing for the paparazzi, one hand lifted in a wave, her left leg lifted into the air. Her hair is curly and put in an up-doe that hides her horns. She’s lifting up her pink heart-shaped sunglasses with the same hand that’s waving, which are Invisible Girl themed. Ashido is wearing a necklace made up of blue hearts in different sizes. Her crop top looks like a disco ball, which is Can’t Stop Twinkling’s merch. Her coat is a creamy fluffy faux fur, some of Anima’s merch. Ashido is wearing her own bellbottom jeans, with a pink belt. The bottoms of the bellbottoms have that same dripping blue acid as her logo, which hide her purple combat boots.

Jiro Kyoka (Earphone Jack) is fourth. Her logo is made up of two wiggly red symbols, the top one and bottom one intersecting to make an E and J. Jiro looks to be on her way to band practice, with a guitar on her back. The guitar is in a black case with red detailing, her own merch. Jiro is wearing a long leather jacket, with yellow buttons and Tsukuyomi’s Hero symbol on each shoulder. Jiro has a ChargeBolt chocker on, which is black with a single electricity bolt charm on it. Her cropped yellow and red sweater vest is Creati themed. The rest of Jiro’s outfit is made up of a red mini-skirt, fishnet tights, and big buckle combat boots.

Kaminari Denki (ChargeBolt) is the fifth. His logo is made up of a C and a B, the two letters are stacked to look like a electricity bolt, the C large and the B squished. Kaminari is in the middle of eating some Sugarman popcorn, looking distractedly at the viewer. He’s wearing an Earphone Jack black jacket, her logo going down the back, the red of it reaching up the sleeves of the jacket, the same red striping the collar. Kaminari is wearing off-white jeans with a large yellow T on the back left pocket and a large yellow M on the right, Tailman’s merch. Kaminari is also wearing his own belt, black with yellow electric-bolts going around the whole thing. He’s wearing plain black and white shoes.

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Greenwich Football Through The Eyes of Drew Falla

I’ve played football all my life. Not one day has gone by where something football related fails to make an appearance. Growing up in Norwalk, Conn., you would think I would attend my local high school. If you assumed that, you would be wrong. Both of my parents work at schools in Greenwich. My mother, an elementary school teacher at Cos Cob Elementary, spends her day teaching kids to read, write, and learn. My father, the head athletic trainer at Greenwich High School, spends his days evaluating, taping, and rehabbing athletes. I attended both of the schools they work at throughout my K-12 years. Playing football since 3rd grade, I had developed a tight bond with the sport, relying on it for structure, exercise, and a social life. What makes football so special, is all of those listed things are easily accessible due to the nature of the sport. 

My time at Greenwich High School, in the Greenwich Football program, was the most influential time of my life. There were many highs, and many lows, but at the highs, seemingly every single time, was my experiences on the Greenwich Football team. Playing all four years, at the Freshman, JV, and Varsity levels, I learned countless different lessons from countless different people. My head coach, Anthony Morello. A recent father to his newborn son, Beau, Coach Morello was appointed as the leader of Greenwich Football in 2019, the same year I joined the program. On our first day doing a team workout, he walked over to the offensive line group that had just gotten to know each other, and he told us how important we were going to be to the team’s success. I knew from the day I met him that my class, with his guidance, would go on to do incredible things. I was correct. My class went to the playoffs three years in a row, winning the state championship in our senior season. Probably the most memorable moment during my career as a Cardinal is right before the state championship, the team has a tradition called “The Burning of the Shoes”, which essentially is where seniors first huddle around a pair of burning old cleats, signifying change in the near future. I’ll never forget when an exchange student we had, who never really spoke, came to the front and let us all know we felt like family to him. None of us really expected that from him, but it just goes to show how being part of a stable culture can influence someone’s life. We all ended up speaking, usually remembering times we felt truly loved by our teammates and coaches. I still remember exactly what Coach Morello was wearing on the day of the championship. It was frigid night at Rentschler Field in East Hartford, Connecticut, but of course, Coach Morello was wearing a cut off t-shirt underneath a vest with a beret on his head. When the final whistle blew, Coach got Gatorade dumped on him, and as people who know him best would expect, he screamed and threw up his arms in excitement, truly encompassing Coach Morello in a moment. 

  Amongst my class were teammates that would go on to become my best friends. I’d argue the sense of brotherhood between us is unmatched. Ultimately, it stems from the trials and tribulations we undergo as a group through summer workouts, preseason, games, and offseason lifts. The coaches help to build this atmosphere where we’re all on the same level, working toward a common goal. One day I remember very clearly is after a lift, where we all had to do wall sits and pass around a forty-five pound plate. We all were nearly in tears, as we didn’t want to let eachother down. All of this being said, I believe the biggest driving factor for Greenwich Football’s success is its connection to the town and former players. Once you play for Greenwich, you become a Cardinal for the remainder of your life. Regardless of records, rings, or accolades, everyone who played for Greenwich can all represent the Cardinals, because they put in the hard work with their teammates day in and day out. Everyone played at The Nest. Everyone had the logo on their helmet. Everyone wore the red and white jersey. At the end of the day, it’s a sense of pride that doesn’t leave you even beyond your lifetime. Legends such as Steve Young and John Sullivan will be remembered in Greenwich for generations to come. Yes, Steve Young did win a superbowl and yes, John Sullivan was a starting center for a long time in the NFL, but in Greenwich, they’ll be remembered because they were Cardinals. A specific example of this is the yearly Thanksgiving game against Staples High School. Especially when at the Nest, former Cardinals, including myself, flock to the game and all hang out at a barbeque before and watch together in the stands during the game. Regardless of what everyone has going on in their lives, they made time to come down and watch their former team play. 

What makes Greenwich Football so special isn’t the championships, all-time wins, or the all-state selections. It’s each individual within the program striving to create an atmosphere in which everyone feels a sense of pride and accomplishment during their time there, and beyond. All of the alumni hurry back at any chance they get. Even I, in my first year out of high school, felt the tie to Greenwich pulling me back to the bird at the 50 yard line. The team is the foundation of the town, where everyone can feel united, chanting loudly on Hillside Road, “Go Big Red!”. 

[drewfalla]

Greenwich Football Through The Eyes of Drew Falla

I’ve played football all my life. Not one day has gone by where something football related fails to make an appearance. Growing up in Norwalk, Conn., you would think I would attend my local high school. If you assumed that, you would be wrong. Both of my parents work at schools in Greenwich. My mother, an elementary school teacher at Cos Cob Elementary, spends her day teaching kids to read, write, and learn. My father, the head athletic trainer at Greenwich High School, spends his days evaluating, taping, and rehabbing athletes. I attended both of the schools they work at throughout my K-12 years. Playing football since 3rd grade, I had developed a tight bond with the sport, relying on it for structure, exercise, and a social life. What makes football so special, is all of those listed things are easily accessible due to the nature of the sport. 

My time at Greenwich High School, in the Greenwich Football program, was the most influential time of my life. There were many highs, and many lows, but at the highs, seemingly every single time, was my experiences on the Greenwich Football team. Playing all four years, at the Freshman, JV, and Varsity levels, I learned countless different lessons from countless different people. My head coach, Anthony Morello. A recent father to his newborn son, Beau, Coach Morello was appointed as the leader of Greenwich Football in 2019, the same year I joined the program. On our first day doing a team workout, he walked over to the offensive line group that had just gotten to know each other, and he told us how important we were going to be to the team’s success. I knew from the day I met him that my class, with his guidance, would go on to do incredible things. I was correct. My class went to the playoffs three years in a row, winning the state championship in our senior season. Probably the most memorable moment during my career as a Cardinal is right before the state championship, the team has a tradition called “The Burning of the Shoes”, which essentially is where seniors first huddle around a pair of burning old cleats, signifying change in the near future. I’ll never forget when an exchange student we had, who never really spoke, came to the front and let us all know we felt like family to him. None of us really expected that from him, but it just goes to show how being part of a stable culture can influence someone’s life. We all ended up speaking, usually remembering times we felt truly loved by our teammates and coaches. I still remember exactly what Coach Morello was wearing on the day of the championship. It was a frigid night at Rentschler Field in East Hartford, Connecticut, but of course, Coach Morello was wearing a cut off t-shirt underneath a vest with a beret on his head. When the final whistle blew, Coach got Gatorade dumped on him, and as people who know him best would expect, he screamed and threw up his arms in excitement, truly encompassing Coach Morello in a moment. 

  Amongst my class were teammates that would go on to become my best friends. I’d argue the sense of brotherhood between us is unmatched. Ultimately, it stems from the trials and tribulations we undergo as a group through summer workouts, preseason, games, and offseason lifts. The coaches help to build this atmosphere where we’re all on the same level, working toward a common goal. One day I remember very clearly is after a lift, where we all had to do wall sits and pass around a forty-five pound plate. We all were nearly in tears, as we didn’t want to let eachother down. All of this being said, I believe the biggest driving factor for Greenwich Football’s success is its connection to the town and former players. Once you play for Greenwich, you become a Cardinal for the remainder of your life. Regardless of records, rings, or accolades, everyone who played for Greenwich can all represent the Cardinals, because they put in the hard work with their teammates day in and day out. Everyone played at The Nest. Everyone had the logo on their helmet. Everyone wore the red and white jersey. At the end of the day, it’s a sense of pride that doesn’t leave you even beyond your lifetime. Legends such as Steve Young and John Sullivan will be remembered in Greenwich for generations to come. Yes, Steve Young did win a superbowl and yes, John Sullivan was a starting center for a long time in the NFL, but in Greenwich, they’ll be remembered because they were Cardinals. A specific example of this is the yearly Thanksgiving game against Staples High School. Especially when at the Nest, former Cardinals, including myself, flock to the game and all hang out at a barbeque before and watch together in the stands during the game. Regardless of what everyone has going on in their lives, they made time to come down and watch their former team play. 

What makes Greenwich Football so special isn’t the championships, all-time wins, or the all-state selections. It’s each individual within the program striving to create an atmosphere in which everyone feels a sense of pride and accomplishment during their time there, and beyond. All of the alumni hurry back at any chance they get. Even I, in my first year out of high school, felt the tie to Greenwich pulling me back to the bird at the 50 yard line. The team is the foundation of the town, where everyone can feel united, chanting loudly on Hillside Road, “Go Big Red!”. 

[madswritingvoid]

Start of Something New | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N: Hi guys! I’m back! Got a bunch of things to go through but like everyone, Eddie Munson has taken over my life. So please enjoy the beginning of what will be a fix-it series with our darling Munson. This is set in 1989 and will hopefully be a fun ride for all.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Words: 5k

Warnings: none except like one swear, but this fic is 18+ because you KNOW we’ll be getting that Munson loving soon enough!

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You take a deep breath as you stare out into the mall from the other side of your store’s doors.

It’s your first day as a manager of Hot Topic, the latest addition to Starcourt Mall’s already long list of retailers. But this is different. You fought tooth and nail to get this job. Finally you found a place that not only admired your less-than-popular tastes in music and fashion, but celebrated you for it - you walked out of that interview with a store to manage and a killer employee discount.

Walking into the dimly lit store this morning you took your time to admire the band shirts, the pride and joy of your store, where you find The Cure, one of your favourites, amongst other bands like Metallica and Suicidal Tendencies. The same people who sneered at you for your Doc Martens and safety-pinned pants will now have to deal with the fact that you’re here to flip their Gap-coloured world upside down. Now other “freaks” and “devil worshippers” could shop in peace regardless of whether they wanted new chains for their shirt, pants or face, and walk out sporting the latest design from their favourite band.

You adjust your lanyard covered in pins collected from the million of concerts you’ve attended, a sudden wave of nerves crashes over you. Would people who needed this store feel safe to come in? Was this the right outfit to wear? What if people came in to harass you and you couldn’t fight back because you could lose your job? You make a last-minute decision to dash to the registers in the middle of the store and grab the mix tape you brought to hype yourself up and put it in the store’s sound system. Letting the familiar synth of Depeche Mode wash over you, you square your shoulders and walk back to the front. Time to open whether you’re ready or not.

The day goes pretty much how you think it will. If you had a nickle for every time a older Christian person called you a devil worshipper, you could’ve bought at least two more coffees. Teenagers come in to oogle at you and laugh at your clothes and the outfits set up on mannequins throughout the store, families bringing in their black sheep child to wander and wonder how they could possibly be in the right place, and the occasional fellow freak who is excited you’re here. Fellow freaks like the one who has been doing laps around the outside of your store for the past twenty minutes.

You have an ongoing bet with yourself if he’ll actually come in. Mullet, denim-on-denim outfit with a Dio patch on the back of his vest, and what looks to be a shirt with some sort of devil on it from what you can make out. He’s cute, that much you can tell, especially that adorable blush that crept up his neck when he caught you staring back at him. You’ve noticed certain songs from your mix tape either excite him or cause him to furrow his brow, almost like he wants to tell you that Metallica’s “Fade To Black” could NOT be followed up by Bauhaus’ “Bela Ligosi’s Dead”. You wonder what song will make him break and come in because unfortunately a hottie is not grounds for you to abandon your store.

Apparently the final straw for your mystery man was “Master of Puppets” fading into The Cure’s “Boys Don’t Cry”. You’re crouched down fixing a stack of shirts when the sound of footsteps approaching land you face-to-face with scuffed Reeboks. Following the shoes up past the ripped back jeans and apparent “Hellfire Club” shirt, you’re met with the warmest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you the one I’m supposed to talk to about what’s going on in here?” Raising an eye brow you rise to meet him, “what’s going on here is my killer mixtape, so if you’ve come to pledge your undying love for me and my superior taste, then yes I’m the right person to speak to.” Snorting at your reply, he holds his hand out with a smile that makes those brown eyes crinkle and cause a pleasant warmth to spread through your body.

“Munson. Eddie Munson. You’ll have to excuse me having a little musical crisis outside, I just wasn’t expecting such an interesting mix playing in Starcourt Mall.” You shake his hand as you introduce yourself, still not believing you’re actually talking to him and maintaining your composure. Talking to people you found attractive was never your strong suit, but he’s in your store, so you cling to the familiarity around you to stay strong. Dropping his hand you quickly compose yourself, eager to see how long this can keep going, “Well Eddie Munson, I think you’ll find that just like this store I’m here to make Starcourt and Hawkins itself a lot more… interesting”.

With the ice broken and no customers to help, Eddie decides to stick around where you swap favourite bands, movies, and everything in between. You admit you remember him from high school, but your parents moved away after freshman year, leaving you a mystery to those in what would have been your graduating year. Especially since you’re back looking different, embracing the weird things you like and dressing in a way that definitely would have made a full four years at Hawkins High feel like 400. “Of course the only cool person ditched this town before we could hang out!” He slaps his hand on your cash counter, faking offence.

“You have to make it up to me by letting me make you a mixtape. Something you can have at the store or those nights alone, dreaming of the next time you’ll see me under these dim lights.” You pretend to think his offer over but inside your buzzing. Even if Eddie doesn’t think there’s some kind of electricity between you, you know you want to see him again and him wanting to make you a mixtape might just make your heart burst. Knowing you can’t talk with Eddie forever, as much as you might want to, you offer him what you can.

“You’re in luck Munson, I run this place, so come see me again soon and I’ll listen to your tape while trying to make up for lost time.” He slaps the counter again in excitement and points at your face, “I’ll see you tomorrow then sweet cheeks, I have the feeling we’re going to get along just fine!”

Fuck I hope so, you think, already imagining what having Eddie Munson in your life will bring.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Chrissy sees Eddie as a funky little man that treats her like an actual person and not a doll or thing to be perfect. So hell yeah, she takes a sip of Mountain Dew--it's all she can stomach--and belches like a grown man and Eddie beams at her and tries his damnedest to respond with a burp of his own and she fucking giggles nose scrunching up with the action because it's partially in disgust and partially in the joy that's filling her chest.

When she reaches for Eddie's fries--only a handful because the voice of her mother still lingers--Eddie will look away on purpose and let her get away it it. And if she goes back for one more at the end of their meal, Eddie tells her the only way to properly share it is drenched in ketchup like Lady and the Tramp. And it's a MESS because unlike the spaghetti string it does not hold up and it's so short, but goddamn, is Eddie happy to see her smiling as he wipe the ketchup off her face.

Eddie still doesn't get sports and he'd refute to his dying breath how much he is conforming but how much he spits vile about the basketball team, but he goes for Chrissy. And he cheers off the side in time with the rest of them, hips swaying and Chrissy has not NOT look in his direction or her resolve will break and she will break into a fit of giggles. Eddie's only ever at games for the start--because Chrissy cheers--half time--because Chrissy cheers--and the end to hoist her up and dote on her about how proud he is of her.

Chrissy does not understand a single word of D+D and doesn't really want to understand, but she just likes watching Eddie as he walks the length of the living room in the trailer animate as he speaks of the characters and stories. She gets it on a basic level. Story line, players who take actions based on their skills, roll dice to see if they're successful or not and to what degrees of success or failure, and repeat. But Chrissy doesn't get how someone can sink hours. It sounds like it would sort of get boring, to which Eddie defends the right DM makes or breaks a game. He offers to show her sometime if she cares, invites her to sit in on a session but practice, and homework, don't do themselves. But Chrissy does get how the people that do play with Eddie can find themselves enraptured because he gets so into it.

When Eddie notices Chrissy tugging at her clothes more than usual, he offfers something of his--jacket, vest, flannel--and Chrissy loves wearing his clothes. She wears them most often over the weekend but he will and has offered her at lunch or between classes when he can see it's a bad day if she wants something more comfortable. He never tells her her body is already perfect. He never tells her she's crazy. He never belittles those moments just offers a solution. Don't want pizza for their movie night--we can pop popcorn. Don't want the salad because it haunts Chrissy with her mother's voice, then toss it, dump it. shred the pieces of lettuce with bare hands and get the thing she does want.

Eddie lets her man the radio in his video when she rides now. She starts out with whatever's on Top 40 and then the longer she spends with Eddie in the van, the more curious she gets. "Got any new music? Anything from Iron-Iron Maiden, is that right?" she asks.

"Yeah, yeah, that's their name. Nothing new from them, but uh, W.A.S.P has something new," Eddie returns. They're supposed to be sitting out on Lover's Lake but in reality, they spend every second in the back of the van with the backdoors open as Eddie shows her the cassettes he keeps in the van and overhead Dio plays softly so Chrissy can hear and Eddie's not shouting though he does get loud with his excitement.

And when Chrissy shows up a couple weeks later with a tiny bag of cassettes, the words, "These-these are my favorites," fall from her lips quietly Eddie takes the tapes like they're glass. She offers them because Eddie asked on the lake what were her favorite musicians and artists and Chrissy didn't know how to answer so she told him she'd got back to him.

Eddie spends the entire night walkman on his head listening to each tape play over and over and over. It's not what he goes for, but he listens beyond the bubblegum pop sounds and deeply into the lyrics. It's all about yearning, about getting away, all the things that Eddie's felt and that his music echoes. They just sound differently. Eddie finds her between classes the next day and tells her that his favorite from her favorite and Chrissy's whole face lights up.

"You really like it?" she asks.

"Yeah, yeah I do. The songs--they all tell me more about you, about what you want and about what you're afraid to say to others. I cherish knowing you like that."

Chrissy swears she can and will melt into the floor of the Science hallway by the way Eddie's big brown eyes are staring at her, gaze pouring with adoration.

Chrissy, asks, on a weekend as they stare down at the arcade contemplating if they want to deal with the sneers and comments, why Eddie feels like he hasn't graduated yet. She doesn't want to assume anything. Eddie shrugs, but she pries. "You're smart. I think it might be something else that's in your way. What's-what's it like when you try and do the work?"

And it's the first time someone outside of Wayne and his middle or elementary school teachers have taken the moment to understand what's going on in Eddie's brain. And he can't really explain it. When things click, drive, understanding, interest, Eddie has no problem doing the work. But when his interest or drive aren't there he can't seem to get more than a few minutes of focus. And if he doesn't understand something, it kills his drive if he has it. And behind the difficulty of just getting the work done is a fear. Eddie doesn't want anything else to change. He's dealt with enough as it is.

This all falls out in mutters and grand hand gestures and pacing. But Chrissy nods and nods, and nods. When Eddie paces too far, she reaches her hand out and like magnets Eddie snaps back closer to her. "I'm scared of actually having to grow up too, you know," Eddie concludes. "Shit sucks."

Chrissy nods. "Shit does suck indeed." Her hand comes up to tuck a few strands of Eddie's hair behind his ear. "But perhaps, it can suck less when you're not alone."

She doesn't sit here and think she can fix everything. But when Eddie has his bursts when he can get work done, she literally blocks out all other distractions. If the phone rings, she'll answer it. If someone knocks on the door--sometimes Max, or another neighbor--she answers the door. She doesn't deal for him and Eddie wouldn't want her too. He literally blocks out specific times in his schedule for it now. [Chrissy teasingly buys him an appointment book--no receipts and no records, but it's still funny when Eddie opened it.] But whatever she can do to keep him focused she does.

When she asks about his tattoos and where he got them done, Eddie talks about getting most of them from friends in their homes. But if she wanted one, he'd want her to get it done properly. A shop, professional, gloves, the whole deal. He doesn't tell her not too. He doesn't tell her she doesn't need to. He doesn't even play up the pain.

"It's going to hurt. Like, just a little bit depending on where, but pain's pain," Eddie states.

"I can take pain."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, yeah you can. Will you let me hold your hand so I don't lose my shit?"

"You wouldn't even be getting tattooed?"

"I'd be so worried!" he counters. "What if it did hurt really bad for you? What if you cried? My heart--it couldn't take it!"

Chrissy laughs again, nose scrunching up as always, "You're silly. Of course I'll let you hold my hand."

And god damn does it feel good to be seen as a human, a full being. Because that's all she's ever wanted and the more Eddie pours into her, the more she pours back into him.

Growing up does suck--Chrissy's deciding on college; Eddie's so fucking relieve to have graduated that he knows if he doesn't find work locally he's going to wind up deeper in the dealing game that he actually wants--but they're not doing it alone.

[theweasleysredhair]

Going muggle clothes shopping with the Golden Trio Era boys would include...

so me and my babe @obsessedwithrandomthings noticed that our hp boys aren’t exactly the most fashion forward (sweater vests, paisley shirts, etc) and started talking about how it would be fun to go shopping with them for new clothes. and then these headcanons came about so we thought we’d share 😂

these mini headcanon scenarios could become a weekly thing if you guys like them! 💗

Fred, and you can fight me on this, immediately goes towards the underwear shops and either picks out things for you instead of him, or tries to put a bra on himself and prances around the store with it on

“What do you reckon? Am I a DD or what?” “Please put that back.”

Definitely buys things for you without you looking, more specifically the skimpiest lingerie he can find

When you try and get him to actually shop for clothes for himself, he chooses the ugliest things on purpose, just so you feel inclined to tell him to sit down and wait for you, instead of him having to walk around after you

Would 110% go straight into Ann Summers and definitely ask you try on one of those slutty bunny costumes

“You’ll look all pretty in it for me, though.”

Lots of pda, grabbing your arse, overall just trying to keep himself entertained whilst you shop for him

George, for some reason, actually has really good female fashion sense so is amazing at helping you choose what to buy for yourself

Also very much enjoys it when you try clothes on in the changing room and model them for him

“Can I watch you take them off for me too?”

Needs help when it comes to male fashion sense, is skeptical about some things you choose for him but trusts your judgment

“I don't know why we're putting so much effort into this when you're going to go home and want me to undress anyway?"

Picks up the worst shirt imaginable, laughs at the look of horror on your face

“Please put that back.” “I can’t, I lost a bet with Fred.”

Most likely ends up accidentally taking one of your bags instead of his and wears a shirt you bought for yourself out in public instead of one of his new ones without realising

He still makes it work somehow

Draco is the best dressed male at Hogwarts, I mean did you see his suits in GOF onwards? He don’t need no help because he’s stylish af, but will always bring you along to help him pick out new shirts and trousers

Will shower you with gifts even though you beg him not to

“Only the best for my girl.”

Probably rented out the entire shopping centre so you’ve got the place to yourselves

Takes advantage of the empty space, particularly in the dressing rooms

Especially in front of the mirrors

Gets you to try on loads of pairs of heels and walk up and down the aisles for him

Really just wants to look at your arse whilst you’re walking. you know, but do it anyway

He ends up buying every single pair you try on

Harry “but I am the chosen one” Potter is fed up of having Dudley’s castoffs and buys everything he sees, much like he did with the treats on the trolley on the hogwarts express, even the ugly items

Buys a leather jacket because he wants to be like his godfather Sirius

Also buys a sweater vest to be like Remus

Is oblivious to fashion as a whole and ends up just wearing hoodies and sweaters every day

Sees a shirt that is almost identical to the one he wears all the time and tries to buy three more of it

Buys more glasses because his are extremely old

You actually decide to secretly keep the old ones, for sentimental reasons

Gets extremely distracted by non-clothes shops, meaning you spend most of the day browsing music and films instead of buying what you intended, but still have a good time regardless

Overall Harry is just a lot of fun to go shopping with and has you smiling the entire time

Ron is extremely insecure whilst shopping as he’s never had to choose his own clothes before (never had the chance) and also is afraid he’ll choose something you’ll hate

Is kindly reassured that you’re there for fashion guidance

Asks a lot of questions about muggle fashion, is confused about why fashion trends come and go

Ends up with a few different items

Also insists on buying a lil something for each of his family members, as a token of his day out

Arthur in particular is extremely chuffed with his new muggle tape player

Is shocked at the prices for some of the more high end sweaters

"Mum could be making a fortune selling the sweaters she knits, don't you think?"

Ultimately gets bored after an hour and just wants to sit down for food or go home

Would ask you shyly if he can watch you try on your new clothes once you get home

You obviously say yes

Neville would literally wear whatever you tell him because he wants to make you happy

Asks for your opinion on everything he picks up to make sure you approve

Holds your hand all the way through

Half because he adores you and half because the crowds make him uneasy and he likes being close to you

Carries all the bags and insists you buy something/s for yourself too and then pays for it even though you tell him not to

Literally would buy an entire new wardrobe if you asked

Definitely buys a shirt with “go green!” written on it, lil plant boi he is

As a joke you say to buy a leather jacket. He buys it anyway

Buys something for his grandmother, possibly a new handbag

Suggests buying matching sweaters, which you agree to and both look cute af

Cedric you can’t convince me doesn’t already have great style

But it’s more outdoorsy which can be borderline middle aged dad so may need help straying from that

Tbf would look good in anything, even a bin bag

Gets sidetracked looking at fishing/golf gear

Is overly invested in hair and skin care products, loves looking at all the muggle items available

Would spend as long as you liked shopping though, and would carry all your bags

Models his new clothes for you when you gets home, poses dramatically

“We should go muggle shopping more often!”

Oliver spends most of the day in one of the sports shops, marvelling at all the muggle things

Wonders where all the quidditch things are

Asks the poor shop employees so many questions about sports, teams, rules - anything and everything

Just wants to buy all the sporting t-shirts but you convince him to try other shops

Actually has a good fashion style when he’s not talking about quidditch strategies

Ends up talking a lot about sports whilst you’re busy choosing clothes for yourself

“You still look the best in my quidditch jersey, babe.”

[lgbtqwriting]

Hey, I have a character that’s really poor, and he can’t afford a binder or hrt. What can I do?

There are several ways he can make his chest look flatter, though some of them are very unsafe and definitely shouldn't be recommended to real people or portrayed as acceptable alternatives. I'll list a couple below, and anyone else with ideas or examples is free to add on.

Sports bras (this won't flatten his chest completely, but it will help out especially if he has small breasts to begin with)

Binding with bandages or flex tape (EXTREMELY unsafe, can damage your ribs, lungs, and/or skin permanently)

Baggy clothes or bulky vests and jackets (makes it harder to see his figure; bonus if they're black and obscure his features even further)

If you're not trans yourself, you'll definitely want to avoid having him attempt to perform top surgery on himself, unless he happens to be the fictional world's best surgeon or clearly has access to magic/technology that we do not. A few examples of characters like this (who aren't canonically trans) are Izuru Kamukura from DR2 and Dr. Stein from Soul Eater.

Check out this resource on safe binding if you have time! (www.pointofpride.org)

As for HRT, there's not much he can do (as a closeted transmasc who can't safely transition, I'm familiar with the struggle--then again I was born with PCOS, so I'm lucky enough to have a naturally deeper voice and grow some facial hair) but a lot of the ways he can appear more masculine will vary based on the time period of your story.

Here are some examples of things your character can do to appear more masculine to others:

Wear very clearly masculine clothing for the time period

Train his voice to sound deeper and have a more masculine timbre (this will be easiest if he is a singer and/or has access to the internet)

Use makeup to make his features look more angular and give himself an adam's apple (this one can be iffy since it perpetuates harmful ideas about how men "should" look, but your character's safety is more important than the optics of the situation)

Adopt the same lilt, tone, and mannerisms as the men around him (this is also known as 'mirroring' and it's a thing we do when holding conversations with people we want to like us better)

Good luck with your story! Let us know if you have any more questions.