#hes a very dramatic and extra DM

[steddietogo]

Steddie grammys au part 2

Part 1

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Steve is texting Eddie Munson via the private message function on instagram. Because that's just the kinda shit that happens to him now. One day he's at the Grammys doing his job and the next, the lead guitarist/lyricist of a famous rock band is following his instagram account (Dustin and Robin had lost their collective minds) which is full of dorky pictures of him with a group of high schoolers, his cat and Robin. And that one picture of Robin and him at pride, posing with a lesbian and pansexual pride flag respectively.

His follower count has also gone up by couple extra thousands and there are a couple DMs from people he's never heard of, saying some unsavoury things about him. It's all very intense and dramatic. Needless to say, his account is private now.

The thing is, Steve has been flirted with during interviews before, he's a good looking guy and he knows it. It's just never happened with an international rockstar before—then immediately went viral for the entire world to see.

Didn't peg you as a cat person Stevie

Then there is the other thing. Eddie Munson flirting with him in his DMs. Which kinda sorta makes him forget how to be a person. Steve Harrington is nothing if not a people person, always knows the right thing to say. But with Eddie he barely just manages, no sign of the alleged lover boy he had been in his high school years. Eighteen year old Steve would cry if he could see the bland ass conversation he's having about his cat of all things.

I'm not

He just barged into my house one day and refused to leave

Eddie is hot, and rich and famous. Did he mention hot, because he is. Painfully so. Steve will never forget his all black ensemble at the Grammys where he had been standing a foot away from Steve in his bejewelled suit jacket with nothing underneath it.

Point is, Eddie is intimidating. He seems so far away with his rockstar status and the hoards of fans worshipping him like he's their god. What could Eddie Munson possibly want from Steve Harrington?

Would you like to get dinner sometime?

Eddie's latest text is staring up at him like its going to jump out of his phone and attack him. Its too late to ditch and run, Eddie knows Steve has seen it so he needs to come up with a response. Soon. So Steve does the only reasonable thing and barges into Robin's room at ass o'clock in the morning.

"Say yes Dingus!" Robin says, after kicking him in the shin for waking her up.

"But—" she silences him with another well placed kick.

"Listen, no one who just wants to bang you asks you about the shitty retail job you had in high school, Steven. Even if he only wants to sleep with you, you're gonna get a fun night out of it and like bragging rights or something," He supposes she’s right. Eddie did seem very interested in Steve’s personal life. He really did hope it is a date though. If only he has the balls to actually ask him.

"I'd be so jealous of you right now if I liked men, so get out of your head and go have some fun. Now get the fuck out and let me sleep,"

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Eddie picks an upscale rooftop bar with private seating and a breathtaking view. He's there sitting at the booth half an hour before their scheduled meet up time out of nerves.

Eddie sometimes hates that his public image takes precedence when people meet him. The truth is that he is a little bit of a loner. Never got the point of physical intimacy without a connection no matter how much people tend to think he's the type of person to have a different person warming his bed each night.

It makes dating so hard when the perception of Eddie the rockstar doesn't line up with who Eddie the person really is. Eddie rarely even takes the first step anymore. It took the combined ragging of his entire band for him to even gather the courage to message Steve.

"Hey," a voice greets him from behind.

Steve is here. And Steve is an enigma. An ex high school jock who used to babysit a bunch of middle schoolers. He's so full of delicious contradictions and dry humor and it's impossible not to like him the more he learns about him.

But there’s still the question of what Steve expects of him that Eddie dreads a little. Above all, Eddie just wants Steve to like Eddie the person so badly.

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“A fire extinguisher,” Eddie’s eyebrows are somewhere up in his bangs.

“Yep,”

“Against an armed robber,”

“I swear I had grey hairs at seventeen because of those kids,” Steve knows how sappy and fond his voice sounds when he talks about the kids. It’s never been something he could help.

The night’s been going a lot better that Steve had expected. Eddie is funny, and dramatic and it’s hard not to feel giddy from the attention he utterly devotes to Steve. They have a nice dinner, and exchange stores over drinks and it’s feels like a real date. Steve can practically hear Robin in his head telling him to stop being such a dingus and overthinking everything.

They go quite for a second, Eddie suspiciously focused on his drink when Steve feels his boot nudge against his shoe. Steve nudges back and soon instigates a game of footsie neither of them acknowledge above the table. It ends with Eddie’s foot trapped between Steve’s ankles and a faint rise of colour in his cheeks as he takes a comically large gulp from his drink. It’s just adorable.

"Can I kiss you?" The words are out of Steve’s mouth before he even realises it. Before he could beat himself up about it, Eddie turns a slightly worrying shade of crimson but he's nodding and thats all Steve needs before he is leaning over the table.

It's nice, it's really fucking sweet and not at all how he had expected Eddie to kiss, but Steve is quickly learning that nothing about Eddie is what it seems like. The kiss is all soft presses of their lips, wet, languid slides of tongue at the seams of his mouth. Steve feels a little dizzy when he pulls away and drops back into his seat, happy grins mirrored in both their faces.

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Its a couple months after that when Eddie starts trending again. He posts a picture taken by Gareth, post show as he lays on top of Steve on the couch. Steve has his arms around him, lips pressed to his gross, sweaty hair.

Caption says: Happy birthday to my sweetheart <3

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[marosina]

Band!Eren pt. 2 (ON TOUR)

Modern AU, reader x Eren, famous!Eren, band!Eren (guitar+vocalist).

Series warning: 🌶️

Part 1

💫 When the band goes on tour, Eren is pleasantly shocked to see you’ve updated your display name to include “ON TOUR!”—you and your best friend decided to buy tickets for multiple dates and make it a summer road trip.

💫 The first night he sees you at the pre-show VIP meet & greet, he pretends to take a second to recognize your face. He positions you beside him for the photo-op, surrounded by the rest of the band in the most conservative pose known to man.

💫The next night he greets you with familiarity, and when you want to do something silly for the photo this time, he’s more than happy to get the guys in a line to carry you.

💫 On the third night he accuses you of being a stalker, to which you point out that you’re paying his bills. The rest of the band take sides, resulting in you and Eren holding fists up to each other in front of the camera.

💫 The Y/N vs Eren photo becomes a meme on bandom Twitter—even though they mostly cover your face with text (you prefer it this way).

💫 On the fourth night, Eren makes sure to be extra friendly to your phone camera as you record him from the barricade in front of the stage. You post most of your spoils but gatekeep a few for your eyes only.

💫 When your leg of the tour is coming to a close, the band whines dramatically that you’re abandoning them. It’s loud, designed to tease. When your cheeks turn pink after hearing a few murmurs from the line behind you, Eren’s heart stutters.

💫 It’s almost a relief that you don’t show up for the rest of the tour, though he’s pleased to see that you’ve been keeping up with every show online.

💫 As the last date of the tour approaches, a hometown show, Eren surprises you by reaching out via DM. He extends an offer to add you to the guest list under the playful guise of “loyalty marketing”. Really, he just wants to.

💫 You’re ecstatic. Hometown shows are huge, always extra special. You’d wanted to go but hadn’t been able to make it work, so this is a dream come true.

💫 As the days pass, Eren grows more anxious. Maybe he’d gone too far with your interactions. Favouritism is trouble for everyone involved. He should shut this down before he really starts crushing on you—but he’s never been very good at denying what he wants.

Comment or message to be added to tag list for next part <3

Part 1 | Part 3-1

Fanart

[heartririmuarchive]

DOPPIO X NIJI STREAMER S/O

fluff headcanons! | tw: none :) enjoy

— okay so your relationship has to be kept very very hush-hush, yes?

— this means no one on one collabs, though if they do happen they are very rare (like for special occasions or anniversaries or something)

— doppio is… unique, to say the least. he’s very flamboyant and dramatic, but around you it amps up like 10000%

— he! just! loves you!!! he is so HAPPY that you two are together even if you have to be secretive about it!!

— there are moments where he slips up, such as during his doppio after dark streams. he’ll be going on and on about how kind and funny you are, how wonderful and genuinely gorgeous you are, how grateful he is that you two get along so well..

— ^ he’s a lot more relaxed and kind of forgets he’s live to thousands of people sometimes, so you have to keep him in check by either reminding him he’s live via DM or just going into chat and saying “YOU’RE STREAMING!”

— surprisingly it’s more difficult to keep doppio from revealing your relationship during group collabs than it is when he’s streaming by himself.. he flirts endlessly with you, always tries to earn your praise, and just acts really really extra lmao

— “hey hey, did you see that? did you? i totally got luca just now! i’m the smartest, the most talented, the most perfect boy in EN— right? riiighhhhttt?”

— everyone sort of just assumes you’re best friends, though some fans may speculate and even assume that you don’t like doppi because you two rarely if ever collaborate together! that’s not true of course, but they wouldn’t know

— outside of streaming, you’re a lot more soft with doppi, such as in private vcs and in DM. you try to keep professional in the nijisanji server just in case :)

— also, a good portion of niji en knows you two are together. ike was quite possibly the first to figure it out, honestly.. you sent pictures of you and doppio hanging out during a meet up to him and he just knew??? nothing gets past the novelist i guess

— genuinely doppio is so affectionate and sweet with you he may have to get reprimanded by management bc he is horrible at being discreet 😭

— baby loves you and he doesn’t wanna hide it!! but he also likes his job and he doesn’t want you to lose yours either! so!!! PAIN!!!!

— the rare times where you flirt back during streams actually kill him, he ends up jokingly swooning VERY loudly and may even dramatically fall out of his desk chair just for the bit lmao

— speaking of flirting, doppio 100% plays up his flirting with other streamers specifically because he knows you’ll be watching. it’s not to make you jealous though, because he knows better than that! it’s simply just to make you laugh <3

— taking a page out of the ex ID senpai’s books, doppio 100% spontaneously climbed in through your window one day simply because you mentioned him when streaming ONE TIME

— it’s shocking but also very hilarious to the fans, you were in panic mode for all of five minutes before you saw doppio peeking in through your window with a basket of snacks and a wide, happy smile

[m4yday-m4yday]

𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌!

(tw: flashing at the bottom i put blinkies there)

Call me Eros or Mayday (Anthony Sparrow irl but I prefer fun cool weird names online)

My otherkin sideblog is @that-dog-is-so-gender

he/it/e(/she but only used by my bf cus I'm testing it out)

Agender and pangender transmasculine (Ik it's contradictory but I can do whatever I want with my gender forever)

Bi and aspec (grayromantic, graysexual, arospike)

Probably autistic (getting tested soon! idk how i feel about it) so like be patient cus I don't read tones well lmfao I get so nervous

Theater kid. I bet u can tell, I've been told I'm dramatic

Main interests rn: Helluva Boss, MCR, Stray (video game)

I post my art very inconsistently, but if you wanna see it, it can all be found under the tag #artists on tumblr (no guarantee it'll be good lol especially as you find the older shit)

My original posts are under the tag #eros says shit

Don't be afraid to tell me to add tags with trigger warnings if I haven't already!!

Minor (15) 18+ blogs don't follow

'MURICAN 🦅🦅

DM's are open to mutuals only

DM me if you want, I love talking to ppl, but if you're an adult I'm going to keep conversation to a minimum to ensure my safety (some of my moots are adults and they're cool af so this isn't cus I don't like you I js have a fear of being groomed so)

I am not in a place where I can donate anything

I'm bilingual and know English and Spanish but English is my first language (I've been going to bilingual schools since I was like 6) so that's fun

DNI if you're younger than 13 (agere are fine but I do sometimes reblog suggestive things, so use your own discretion)

DNI if you're queerphobic in any way, shape or form (yes, even if the labels are contradictory, or you don't understand, or you think it's fake. TERFS fuck off), racists, sexists, MAPS (pedophiles. yall cant hide behind an acronym), proshippers, or any other supporters of fascism and bigotry or unethical/problematic paraphilias.

I support furries, otherkins, therians, queers, disabled people, POC, Palestine, self diagnosis (yk do your research and stuff ofc, but the medical industry is fucked and sometimes ppl can't get official diagnoses), and basically anyone who isn't hurting other people and isn't an asshole.

I block freely and if I don't like your vibe I'm gonna do that

All the extra stuff is under the keep reading thing bc it's long and painful to read. If you don't wanna read it some of the fandoms I'm in are specified in the tags <2

𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊:

𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 - Helluva Boss - Brandon Rogers - DEADPOOL MOVIES!!!!!! AGHJAKJHGFCDFGHJ - X-Men '97 - The New Mutants (the movie sucked but it has a special place in my heart, ok? I love Rahne Sinclair) - Supernatural (I'm on season 11 rn) - Good Omens - Dead Boy Detectives - Invader Zim

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 - Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) - RHPS - Cabaret (1998) - Falsettos - West Side Story - Beetlejuice - Addams Family - Frankenstein - Prolly more I forgot to list but those are my faves

𝕸𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝕴 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 (𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖘) - Remo Drive - Mitski - Fall Out Boy - NOAHFINNCE - MCR - boygenius - IDKHBTFM - Jack Stauber - The Amazing Devil - Queen - Billy Joel - Green Day - Tom Petty - Bikini Kill - Rabbitology - The Crane Wives - Paramore

𝕳𝖔𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖌 - Sewing - Drawing - Making kandi (although my bf does it better he's the bead master he taught me his ways and I am but a lowly bead wench compared to his bead mastery) - I write a little bit of poetry and I'm proud of it but I don't show people it often and it's shitty but oh well - Sobbing into my pillow over the full moon episode - Makeup - Fashion design - Idk being a furry? Drawing them? Wearing my dino mask is fun I like to bite things with it it's very nice - IDK WHERE ELSE TO PUT IT BUT I LIKE FRANKENSTEIN - Playing Stray

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴 𝖐𝖎𝖓 (not in a fictionkin way but I do support y'all) - Crowley (Good Omens) - Stolas (Helluva Boss) - Blitz (Helluva Boss) - Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Castiel (Supernatura) - Deadpool (All media. He's my babygirl) - Gir (Invader Zim)

I'm like always adding to this lol

[dino--draws]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE NEARLY TWO HOUR ADMONITION + EXTRAS POWER POINT

I recorded it and me and my friends do wanna edit it and be silly w/ it so you may actually get to hear the presentation [and if you want the presentation itself just shoot me a dm on discord or smth] at some point but!

"Enter this freak! [image of McDoctorate]" "he looks like weird al.............."

"whats this guys name?" "FUNNY YOU ASK THAT [goes to slide that says 'whats this guys name?']"

"Damn! Sucks for Abbie, man I was invested." "I KNOW I WAS SO SAD SHE DIED." "This is a loss for women." "This was NOT a win for feminism."

"This is the REISNO Cannon!" "...thats a guy." "IGNORE THE GUY IGNORE THE GUY!"

"Failing to fulfil the causal loop causes a paradox. So let's cause a paradox! This is Dougall Deering, a bitchass motherfucker that nobody likes!"

"This is the significance of September 8th!" "...the queen......" "Queen Elizabeth died!! This isn't relevant!"

[Someone I do not know came in and sat down to listen for a bit]

"So you guys know Weirdmaggedon right?"

"And then the therapist dies and it all gets worse."

"So it'll come back, right? Right??? [long pause] There is no cannon." "Ha."

"So you may be wondering 'where the fuck did he go?' and now we finally get into Admonition."

"Because we can't use Narrative travel to jump genres we're writing the Fix-it Fic in the Hurt No Comfort AU. I don't know why I worded it like that in the slide." "That's my fault." "Nonono you're right there."

"They use it to terminate anomalies!!" "Not the ANTIKILL facility.........."

"It was all going dandy and functional until they did something stupid and hubris."

[Me calling the PH-GOS "the silly device"]

"Oh no! Who could've seen this coming!" cries the dumb fucks who should've realized this was an exercise in facility forty years ago."

[A second, new person appears to listen in]

"Say it with me now: YOU CAN'T KILL A LIZARD [several people do say it with me now]"

"Anti-idea???" "Yes, anti-idea."

"We're gonna PEMDAS the starfish!"

"Nice try guys, it didn't work but it wrote them a poem." "Awhhh,,"

"AND THEN THE UNIVERSE FUCKING ENDED!" "Oh it's over already?" "WOAAHHH"

"You may be wondering how the FUCK this is the first article in this series. Well you haven't seen NOTHIN' yet."

"I understand why this is making you insane." "Yeah no I get it."

"Is he [PHMD] a creative

"Director Johnathan King is fucking dead!" "Who??" "Don't worry about it he's not important." "He sounds like he is!" "The only thing you need to know is that he's dead."

"IS THAT JERMA?" "where?" "WHY IS JERMA THERE!" "THATS JERMA???" [me having to explain Jerma]

"Our budget took a hit! So we're gonna devote all resources to build this thing! For the budget!"

"Why are we doing this?" "Because we need to make a man un-die but no other necromancy is working."

"

"WHY IS HE A CAT??" "Don't worry about it." "These two don't have faceclaims to my knowledge so have Dir. Vehmoff looking at manga and catboy Dir. Asheworth (catboyism not relevant here, 120 directorism relevant here)." "He seems sad." "He is sad."

"SO ASHEWORTH ✨ EMOTIONALLY MANIPULATES ✨ HIM INTO VOTING IN X/MACHINA’S FAVOR USING HIS DEAD FRIEND AS LEVERAGE!" "whys theres a 50% opacity dog...." "don't worry about it!"

"If this man says it's safe, I don't know what else to tell you. DRAMATIC IRONY IS A LITERARY DEVICE IN WHICH--"

[Me going off script to briefly and VERY excitedly ramble about pataphysics]

[My one friend comparing generic vs protagonist vs archetypical to a/b/o and me threatening to end her life several times before moving on in the excited ramble and we all think its cool as fuck btw]

"I'm gonna read this [the 6747 imagion particles stuff] because I think it's cool and its my presentation."

"So? When's the other shoe gonna drop?" "Probably right now." "Yes!"

"So sometimes we taze it! Personnel are to be reminded that its totally dead and we totally aren’t lying to your face. The therapist we hired to taze the brain wants to be amnestizied of tazing the brain. We told her no. sorry Ngo." "Hah." "Ngo,,,,,,,,,"

"also his name is sparky...." "well thank god for that."

"It's becoming bad fanfiction." "They're all having sex." "No they're not, there's no sex in this." "We are reading very different bad fanfiction." "Yes we are!"

[My roommate googling 2747 bazongas]

"I wanna punt him [PHMD] like a football." "Good he deserves it."

"GET IN LOSER! We're killing gods!"

"What Dr. Blake is about to do has not been approved by the Vatican." [My friends loose their shit]

"That's right babey! It's the motherfucking starfish again!" "WHAT??" "Oh shit!!"

"PHMD’s plan is to create an Unbound Prometheus to help them find the God within the human mind. And not in the Frankenstein sense i mean he wants to unbind Prometheus and promote him as the God of Humanity. And everyone is just ok with this!?!?!?! [I am gesturing frantically and my voice is cracking like hell] Like they restructure the education system and everything to incorporate this and the Foundation starts to pray to Prometheus and all that???? its wild and so casually mentioned too, but here we go we’re doin this!!"

"oh my god he's the modern Prometheus." "HE'S THE MODERN PROMETHEUS!!!!"

"ignore the fact they've given people early onset dementia."

"the exhilaration of severing a finger from a squirming human hand (ie. transcendence). [Pause] WELL AIN'T THAT JUST PEACHY :D"

''that was the SHORT ONE?" "Short and sweet! Not simple and short." "Heeheheh, yeah."

"It's killing all AI!" "yaaaaaaaaaaaaayy!"

"SO NOW DISREGARD THAT LAST SLIDE! BECAUSE I LIED TO YOU!!" "why would you do that,,,?" "what????" "THERE'S NO VIRUS. IT'S ANOTHER GOD DAMN FOUNDATION MADE EIGENMACHINE. THE VIRUS IS A COVER UP." "why are you talking like a republican conspiracy theorist."

"That's really fucked up, thank you!" "ISN'T IT???"

"Please take note to behold the comedic amount of power that LOTUS needs."

"I love 28 nuclear reactors."

"So things go to shit pretty fast! Cause guess what? PHMD touched the damn machine."

"So yeah these guys have no right to be surprised when it starts interring all AI, even the most simplest of spellcheckers." "Not Grammarly!!!" "yup, LOTUS got it."

"isn't LOTUS itself an AI..?" [I turn my head slowly and grin at them in dead silence] "oh great thanks." "we'll get to that :) we'll get to that :)))"

"Have you tried turning it on and off again?"

"Problem solved, right? [next slide] SO EVERYTHING GETS IMMEDIATELY WORSE!!!!"

"Lunar Area-23 is gone." "THEY TOOK THE MOON??" "you know who else takes the moon? Gru." "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT."

[my friends horrified look as I describe Hishakaku's hostile takeover]

"He demoted him and erased his mind, because the Foundation can just do that, by the way." "Oh! :D Ok! :D"

"WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID IT GETS EVEN WORSE? Because I lied to you again!!! OCI does not stand for Obtuse Computation Interface. It stands for Organic Consciousness Interface. THAT'S RIGHT! HISHKAKAU WAS PUTTING BRAINS IN JARS!"

"Not Head of Disinformation that's craaazy," "Yeah they just have that." "I wanna be CEO of lying."

"Wow fuck this guy."

[My one friend making a rainbow dash jar joke like right before the slide that has the rainbow dash jar joke]

"LOTUS is flipping its shit."

"THINGS ARE FINALLY DONE GETTING WORSE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!" "Woah!" "No :D!"

[group cackling at Hishakaku's takedown]

"Why'd they do that???" "because they're fucking fascists!!"

"Oh and by the way the remains of LOTUS have been salvaged for Project ADMONITION." "Ggrrrreeat!!"

"Admonition Episode 5, SCP-7243, Existential Abatement." "I like that its gay :}" "It IS gay!"

"What if the timeloop happened in June."

"He also shows Ngo -- the therapist who was tazing the brain earlier you remember her? -- the item he wanted to give Phillip. A magic box, that makes it seem like the object you’ve put in it vanishes. But there’s no magic at all, just a drawer, just a trick." "Oh boy" "Nnnnnno way." "Wow isn’t that a specific detail I sure hope that isn’t a framing device."

"Dougall asks Amelia what the hell he should do. She tells him three words--" "kill yourself." "No more wast-- no."

"Esoteric waste???" "sent it into space." "we can't do that :("

"You killed my husband." "Yeah that's an actual line in the article." "SDKFJSHDKHFD"

"Oh right yeah there's an SCP object in this article."

[my friends thinking DePLExA is really cool]

[Me pausing for two seconds each time 'waste' pops up]

"They are dumping empty containers into an empty pit. Because if they don’t it’ll cause a paradox. [Pause] You ready to cause another parado-- hold your conceptual horses actually because there's more to explain."

"Esoteric gift horses and their non-existent mouths."

"AND THEN IT ALL GOES TO SHIT! [to the tune of 'and then along came zeus']

"Wait September 8th again??" "It's fucking happening again."

"A magnitude 8.5 earthquake hits." "Ttttttthats not good."

[My friends mounting horror as I just read through the EE-7243 event entirely]

"So it was like putting a lid on a burning pan. But the burning pan is an acromatic abatement facility about to esoterically explode and the lid is a bomb that creates a forcefield"

"Oh hey! We found Amelia!" "Oh!!!" "She's not ok, but she's alive!" "That's a lot!!!" "yeah!!!"

[periodic sounds of me excitedly stimming while talking]

"We're living out of spite!" "that's soooooooooo real," "she's so me!" "I love how she hates her brother-in-law more than she loves her husband." "YEAH KDFJGHDFJKG"

"But they don't have one [O5-9]..." "oops." "Whoops!!"

"GUESS WHAT DOUGALL TURNS AROUND AND DOES? AFTER BEING TOLD NOT TO TAKE SHORTCUTS NOR MIRACLE CURES??? GUESS WHAT HE DOES?" "takes a shortcu--" "HE TAKES A MOTHERFUCKING SHORTCUT!"

[group confusion over Amelia and Dougall marrying eachother]

[Group freakout over Dougall being the entity that killed Phillip]

"What is waste? I guess you finally figured it out, Dougall." "OH MY GOD KDJFGHDKFJGD" "THAT'S HILARIOUS." "THIS IS AN ACTUAL LINE IN THE ARTICLE."

"wwwwait a second, a timeline being cut off from the coalition and the RCT? This is familiar..." "that fucking rubik's cube." "the cube!!"

"He fucked around just to get this timeline kicked out?" "He's throwing for content!!" "He should get twitter cancelled."

"Operation LAST STRAW success--" "Hehehehe"

"Because one of the people who writes this taunts me on tumblr and I go insane on the regular."

"She's from the paradox timeline as well," "how'd she get outtie :(((" "We don't know yet!"

this was 101 slides

"why did y'all let this guy cook??" "this freak cannot handle his trauma in a healthy way."

"He might be trying to become the LOGICIAN and kill his author. But also the LOGICIAN is the author so he may be trying to kill the LOGICIAN." "This is just like Betty from adventure time."

"This powerpoint has DLC content!"

and now my friends wanna read the actual Admo articles I am kicking my feet and giggling fr fr fr fr fr fr fr ehehehehehehehe. my brainworms.................... god im so happy rn you have no idea this is all so cool to me and im so happy my friends thought it was neat,,,,,

[recalcitrantlycaffeinated]

DND: session 1 (The Drug Fog)

Our DM (making his first appearance) immediately opened our session by telling us that the planet we were approaching was covered in a mysterious fog. Seamus looked out into the fog and had to do a wisdom save, which he failed, so he started seeing things. When he said something about the fog didn't seem right, Traps immediately stuck his head into the fog saying, "Really? let me see!" Since it was a wisdom save, I obviously failed it, and was treated to a false memory vision of my childhood, involving a series of woodland animals getting married.

"I think this fog is drugs," I said with full confidence. "I've done drugs before, and I think this is a drug fog." Seamus got fully on board, except HIS theory was that somebody had drugged our beer we were drinking earlier.

A distress signal came through the fog, and a ship pulled up alongside. The man on the ship had an Irish accent, so he and Seamus were buddies for about five seconds, before he introduced himself and his Trading Company further, leading Seamus to characterize them as unjust colonizers. He offered us a great deal of gold to come down and help them with their fog problem. Not only was the fog causing strange and terrible visions, but fifty people had mysteriously been taken in the midst of all this, including everyone from the governor's manor. We were not particularly interested in being helpful, but between him threatening to call the cops on us for being thieves and murderers, and the fact that Hex (who was piloting the ship) is obsessed with gold and murdering, we accepted.

We took a skiff down to the planet, piloted by one of their guys (I was never quite clear on whether there were two or three of them because Irish accent + beardy DM + my bad hearing in group settings was NOT the best time). Amidst the fog, everything was a little off. Anybody who tried to figure out what the fog was got hit with more visions. Hex even had one where they saw our own skiff coming back from the other direction, full of our own dead bodies. I did not have any of these extra visions because I was not trying to figure out the fog because it was OBVIOUSLY a drug fog.

And then the pilot crashed the skiff. Three out of the five of us failed dex saves and got thrown into an iron gate (instantly halving my hit points). And then three out of the five of us failed our wisdom saves and got hit with fog visions of what we feared most. (Seamus and I failed both saves; Paladin Dad failed neither.) Seamus saw his first wife and child, who had died in a fire, and ended up so afraid he was fully petrified and needed to be healed by Paladin Dad, who did this by slapping him and yelling "Get in a fight, Seamus!" Hex saw spiders, and got so afraid, they ran away. I saw my elementary school teacher. [Clearly, Seamus and I take roleplaying very seriously in VERY different ways.] I tried to attack him.

Then a spider in a lab coat, which was probably real and not a vision, started attacking by blasting blue streaks out of its arms, and some human guys started trying to take the bodies of the Irishmen away. Xander and Paladin Dad tried to attack them, but only one type of damage seemed to work on them. Seamus said "Prayer is overrated," and chose to attack instead, and rolled a Nat 1, very nearly injuring himself, while the (priest) DM told him "This is what you get for saying prayer is overrated!" I ran over to the lab coat spider and yelled dramatically, "Spiders can't do science!!" aaaaand immediately stabbed myself in the leg with my rapier because I rolled another Nat 1. At this point, Seamus yelled that we should retreat, so we all joined Hex in fleeing combat towards the manor, as in the background the Irish NPCs got picked up by giant fog hands.

I have 10 hit points. Our paladin has one heal left until we rest. And our cleric-rogue can't come to the next campaign session at all. If I die without ever getting to roll sneak attack damage I will be devastated.

[dinsverdika]

Part 2 of this post because I reached the picture limit!

As part 1, spoilers ahead!

All right, I'm starting this post with not Miguel but Xina, Miguel's ex girlfriend who likes to collect "antique" objects (objects we would be used to seeing in our time) and is a programmer. They met at Alchemax School and helped him standing up against his bully, Kron Stone. Interesting fact about Xina is that she's got a tattoo of Marilyn Monroe who looks exactly like the front that Lyla usually presents herself with.

Anyways, look at how pretty she is. I would've treated her better than Miguel's cheating ass:

Next, Miguel being a protective big brother. In my humble opinion, Miguel and Gabriel's relationship is messy as hell but they've got their cute moments.

As well as funny moments:

For context, Gabriel and Kasey went on a little vacation in Mexico (iirc) as well as Miguel and Xina (his relationship at the time with Dana, his fiancée, was complicated. She was seeing Tyler Stone (who was revealed to be Miguel's biological father!!!)) They didn't know that each other were there at the same place at the same time so please, appreciate the goofiness.

Miguel was the CEO of Alchemax for a while and let's say that he's got his own way of dealing with his employees. He's just very extra and dramatic.

If there's something that they kept accurate in the movie is that Miguel acts up while going through grief and will lash out on people. I appreciated Father Jennifer for reminding him to chill the fuck out. For more context, Dana had just been killed and Jennifer and Dana were sisters.

(also totally unrelated but Miguel's most used pet names for Dana were: baby, lover and honey. So if you're a fellow x reader fanfic writer and wants to use pet names that would feel canon-accurate, here you go.)

And to finish on a high-note, Miguel saying a "yo mama" joke to the villain of the week:

That would be it! To be honest, there were many more moments that I liked but I didn't screenshot everything. If you wish to read the comic, dm me and I'll send you a link! I'm currently reading the 2015 run of Spider-Man 2099 and I'm enjoying it as well!

[happi-tree]

🍫💝👻 for.. herman(??)

Hiiiiiii, Lemon Drop!!! Hope you're doing well 💛💛💛 Thanks for the ask!

Herman T. Unworthy my beloved <3 I'm exploding him for his crimes 🥰🥰🥰

🍫 A headcanon about food

This man DEFINITELY has some form of caffeine addiction. Personally, I peg him as a matcha sort of guy (he would be a fucking gayass tea snob. I know this in my heart), but when tech week rolls around, he becomes a whole different beast. We're talking as many blonde shots as the Starbucks employees will legally allow in his venti almond milk iced caramel latte. That kid is not sleeping for days <3

💝 A headcanon about their love language

Hmmm. Hermie's giving love language most definitely seems like it would be words of affirmation - dropping one liners is, like, his entire thing. HOWEVER, I think it's actually quality time! He's a very, very busy guy - between theater practices and chasing after his date to the school dance and also pulling off the longest, most dramatic con in podcast history, I can imagine that he doesn't have a lot of time to himself! So if he carves out a bit of space for someone - to just be around them and nothing else - well, that means he cares about them a whole lot.

His receiving love language, however, is words of affirmation to me, perhaps with a side of physical touch! I think a lot of his character so far points to him desperately wanting to seek praise, some sort of confirmation and reassurance that he's an okay guy. As Anthony (the DM) has alluded to, he's clearly compensating for something! He just wants to be noticed soooo bad, I think - not some extra cast to the wayside, but someone worthy (heh) of connection and perhaps even affection. I also think I can make a case for physical touch here, since I feel like it might be grounding to him, especially with all of the. Dissociation business ("this is who I am" okay, boy currently operating under at least 2 levels of fake names, keep telling yourself that). Also I just think it would be sweet <3

👻 A headcanon about what scares them

Easy peasy. Being ignored, truly a theater kid's worst nightmare </3 Ksbfhasfahgfhis ok jokes aside I think that this guy is more than a little bit afraid of himself because like. Imagine you grew up subtly morphing your features to fit whatever role you needed to play and then all of a sudden you find out that most people can't do that??? You have no idea what you're Supposed to look like??? Who ARE you. You don't know. You don't know. You don't know. You look in the mirror, and you wonder how much of your face is your own. What mannerisms are truly yours? What identity do you have left, when you're stripped down to your core? Did you even have one in the first place? You just don't know. And that's horrifying.

[angeldelgadc]

* FULL NAME: angel delgado

FACECLAIM: tommy martinez

GENDER: non-binary *

PRONOUNS: he/they *

 AGE + BIRTHDAY: 30, september 4th

LENGTH OF TIME IN FAIRFORD: off and on their entire life

HOUSING: downtown *

OCCUPATION: dance instructor/stripper

PERSONALITY: alluring, charming, outgoing & self-destructive, insecure, anxious

give this a like if i can dm you for plots!

homophobia tw, death tw, accident tw, car accident tw

born and raised in a huge, religious family.

first started dancing before they could even walk. his family loved to dance. it was in their blood.

though they realized early on that angel had an affinity for it. was dubbed a prodigy pretty early on.

loves all kind of dance but specialized in ballet. that was their passion.

parents couldn’t afford to get them the proper training so he went to school and then would do five hours of dance every night before making it home late for dinner.

got kicked out of their house and out of the family at the age of sixteen when their parents realized that his best friend was actually his boyfriend as well. they had no tolerance for it.

became immersed in the underground ballroom scene in seattle where he was taken under the wing of a woman, angie, who dubbed herself their new mother. adopted him officially and she coincidentally lived in downtown fairford. it was the start of found family and a safe haven.

so it became school, ballet and then at night ballroom. and they couldn’t be happier. now able to express themselves fully through different forms of dance.

while angel was angie’s first child, he wasn’t her last and soon their apartment was a known safe haven for queer people who needed a home and a family.

angel got a full ride scholarship to julliard. bounced to NYC. while he loved dancing, he missed home. he missed angie, his found family and felix. it was a hard adjustment.

 he was in their senior year of julliard, on track to be apart of the new york city ballet when he heard of angie’s death. it sent him into a drunken spiral where he got hit by a car and that was the end of their dancing career.

was hospitalized for awhile and at first they weren’t even sure if he’d be able to walk properly again. a lot of physical therapy and rehab for a few years. he can walk again and can dance but it’s not the same. he doesn’t have the movement he used to.

he’s been back in fairford ever since. now he’s dance instructor at the local dance school and at night he’s stripping to make extra money. hasn’t been able to go back into the ballroom scene since angie’s death.

now he tends to the apartment where it’s still a safe haven for those that need it. a hen mother for the young and the lost though he’s still very much young and lost as well.

personality wise: basically golden retriever energy. very sensitive and insecure. can be a bit dramatic at times but that’s just because they feel everything so fully. honestly pretty depressed since turning thirty and not being where they always imagined. mad at themselves for fucking it all up. huge flirt, massive pacifist and wears their heart on their sleeve. would do anything for those that he loves.

PLOT IDEAS:

gimme his queer lil family! it’s just wholesome. they can live in the apartment with them or maybe they lived with him once before moving out!

exes

fwb

one night stands

friends

idk gimme everything im too tired. ill come up with more later

[conspiracies-and-cryptids]

Seeing an Avalon edit on TikTok was not on my 2024 bingo Card

Hey, I’m Conspiracy, I use He/they and I’m maybe straight idk yet

Interests: Heros, specifically Hero rabbit holes, aliens, Bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, and generally a lot of conspiracy theory’s now that I’m listing these out

If you ask I can 100% provide concrete evidence that Avalon is alive

Heya! Ooc info here :))

Name: Jason

Age: 18, fresh out of highschool, looking to apply at a nearby college for IT

Gender/pronouns: he/they, he doesn’t really care about gender labels

Status: Civilian, knows Oscar is Avalon and is trying to tell people, but nobody believes him

Inciting appearance: in Lucas’s stream chat saying that Avalon is alive and to DM him for details, got banned

Main personality: hyper focused, pushy at times, somewhat off putting, pretends to be serious but is very silly, kind of the equivalent to a Saturday Morning cartoon villain, kind of an asshole at times and stays far out of Oscar and Lucas’s lives outside of cyberbullying and urging Oscar to return to hero buisness on tumblr

Misc: Wants to get Avalon back into hero buisness because Avalon was an incredibly skilled rescue hero, and mortality rates in hero/villain fights have dramatically increased without him there. Amateur hacker, can get stalkery at times but ultimately means well, may get redeemed in the future but in the way of “yeah I’m not EVIL anymore, but I still hate you, smell you later dicknips”. He 100% has sensory issues relating to stuff on his skin so while he does shower regularly, people pretend he smells bad to mess with him (days where people lay it on thick are days he scrubs extra hard), he’s kind of build like a toothpick, and slightly underweight less from not having food and more from forgetting to eat

Power: Retrocognition, the ability to sense an objects past via sixth sense, for Jason it works via holding an object or person and focusing on details you can see, and slowly, details from the past will also appear in the mind, though this only extends to 5 years into the past. Overuse results in migraines, dissociation, real experiences blending slightly with false memories, etc

Appearance:

Major boyfailure, grubby little dude, built like an asparagus and a little underweight from deadass forgetting to eat

People:

Oscar | Lucas | Handy/Seren | Orions | Ethan/Silver owl | Chris/Dread | Dakota | Ray | Enzo

[jerricocreates]

I'm having a bad case of DM writers block, in the sense that I'm coming up with ideas for everything accept my next session. I've got a wicked time loop idea for next campaign, but nothing for 2 days from now. So, in order to help my mind process what's on the table, I'm writing down a bullet list of all the current factors going on.

Party is lv 10 assorted mages. Phoenix Sorcerer, Knowledge Cleric/GOO Warlock, Aberrant Sorcerer, HB Gadgetsmith Inventor. (Occasional Glamor Bard)

PC Cleric/Warlock's family has been corrupted by evil wizards working for BBEG#1.

Because of her own fault, PC has mostly been abandoned by her family, especially her jilted mother. (Her younger sister has also had her mind wiped of PC.)

PC's family runs a huge smithing company.

Smithing Co has been doing suspiciously better thanks to the involvement of the evil wizards who the mother likes.

Home town is currently dealing with a huge crime wave, the likes of which haven't been seen in this era. (Linked back to BBEG#1)

Smithing Co has been bolstering the town guard with better weapons to help fight the crime wave.

The mother is secretly working on a plan for something else big. It's a secret. Don't tell them.

PC wants to kill the evil wizards, primarily on the basis that they mind wiped her sister, but she also suspects the crime wave is their fault. Start a big problem in order to sell the solution.

Smithing Co factory/manor is heavily guarded and previous attempts to get in won't work. Guards have been beefed up, security has better patrols, invisibility protection, and secret entrances have been blocked off.

Evil wizards rarely leave the house and often teleport places.

PC has someone on the inside. Her older sister has not had her mind wiped and has been working to try and convince their mother that the evil wizards are evil.

PC2 has a criminal contact that they've paid to pull some strings to find a weakness. Their hope is to catch the evil wizards (1 or more) on the outside.

Criminal contact has a safe place for the party to rest. He hasn't been touched by the crime wave because he's a fence for the thieves' guild.

Criminal contact has a knack for getting ahold of things people probably shouldn't have that would be very useful for breaking in places.

That said, here's what I need:

A method of draining their resources. They are level 10 and a straight fight with the wizards would be too easy. I'm thinking of using the crime wave for this. Have them heroically swoop in to stop a group of low level thugs without wasting too many of their resources.

A possible time sensitive situation. Draining their resources means nothing if they can just wait until the next day when they are well rested. I'm thinking having this related to the mother's big plan. Have the older sister tell the group that the mother is leaving soon so they've got a small window of opportunity.

A method of getting in the house. This one is easy. The criminal contact can give them a scroll of seeming which will get them through the door with the help of the older sister.

Something to build tension. Frankly, I'm not sure what to do here. The time sensitive aspect may be enough but I feel like there needs to be an extra something special.

A dramatic confrontation/boss fight. I mean, this one is simple. I've got these down at this point. Put the party in a room with the villains and have them monolog and fight. Maybe even trim the fat and just have them all fight in the foyer. Throw in the little sister who is just confused by these colorful strangers and it's a recipe for fun.

Back up plans. The evil wizards are sly and crafty. The type of villains that have back ups of back ups in case their first plan goes awry. They are persistent and likely won't die here. They are too smart for that. I just don't know what that will be at this moment. Probably the good ol teleport away anyway.

This is is risky, but I had one of the first bosses the party fought come back as a revenant. I was thinking of having a roll at every fight as to whether he shows up or not, maybe a countdown timer that is clearly indicated to the players. "After X turns, the revenant shows up and you guys will struggle."

This list has actually been very helpful. In the process of typing this, I think I have my plan down well enough that I can adlib the smaller details. Good planning session, me.

[frostcorpsclub]

MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM [P1827292Y2827228TH] [DATA RETRIEVAL FAILED]

SENT 5:15 AM

SUBJECT: Hello

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I cannot believe it. It's honestly a miracle the damn machine didn't explode this time. This is definite progress. If anyone is reading this however, I will not bore you with my own personal worries.

My name is not important right now, for I do not exist in your reality. That is, assuming this did not accidentally get sent to Austin in accounting again. I have recently been working on a device that can theoretically, as ludicrous as this may sound, send messages to completely different dimensions. I do not mean the childish dribble some call 'alternate timelines'. I mean iterations of the cosmos that do not even come close to matching my own.

So, if someone sentient does receive this, then please, tell me everything. Even the most unfathomably boring details of your likely meaningless existence. Any and all details would help greatly.

After all, a briefing the very first alternate dimension I may potentially visit would be most helpful.

-The Undertaker

A loud, crackling shriek rang through the basement of the Frost home. 

“No..no..NO! God fucking damn it!”

Jasper was filled with such white hot rage he thought he might cry. 

He knew gaming wasn’t the same as killing for real, his siblings reminded him all the time. Yet, supporting his team by farming monsters  while they went for the prize was still important to him. 

They were expecting him to be there and for his computer to work!

He was so flabbergasted that something got past his antivirus he didn't read the message at first, but every time he opened a new tab it would be closed. 

Whatever reason someone was trying to reach him was apparently of deep importance. 

Pushing back his chair, leaning in close to his monitor, he read the message over and over. Jasper couldn’t help but calm down as he assessed the fantasy-like situation he was in. 

He had to stop and look around for a moment, trying to differentiate his own cameras from one his siblings set up to prank him.

It wasn’t that this scenario wasn’t possible. Quite the opposite, the supernatural was very natural in his world, as he assumed it must be for his correspondent.

It was that he was filled with a boyish excitement that could make this situation go wrong for him in so many ways.

Letting out a sharp breath he unsheathed his claws and got to work. He hubristically decided that no matter what this was he wasn’t going to look like a fool.

MESSAGE SENT FROM [39.5501105.7821] 

                    

SENT 6:45 AM

SUBJECT: S.O.S 

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I had previously exhausted all hope of hearing from civilization again. I have very little time and can only offer what you've asked for and nothing more.

I find myself in a frozen wasteland but I couldn’t tell you my coordinates. Blinding white as far as the eye can see. I can barely feel my fingers typing. 

What little sensation that remains is pain from the frost burning my bones inside out. The chill winds have dried out my nostrils. 

In these later days I’ve finally experienced new stimulation, at steep cost, what once was red and irritated is now rotting. My legs are encased in a sickly purple cage but I cannot stop trudging through the slush. 

If I do what awaits me is a fate worse than death. 

I……

Jasper was interrupted for the second time that night by a knock on his door. 

He waited for a moment to see if the person on the other side would just go away, only to be jolted from his seat by a familiar voice. “Jasper! It’s Mommy!” 

He swept across the floor as a puddle and undid his locks faster than he ever had before. Sheepishly, he opened it just a crack. “You’ve been in there for a while and I was just wondering if-” He knew where this was going and just wanted to get back to his endeavor. 

Jasper didn’t want to make his beloved mother upset either but sometimes you make sacrifices. 

“I’m busy, I'll come out later, sorry love you.” 

As he shut the door he heard her meekly assert that she was still going to bring him some snacks, but he couldn’t focus on that. He had to tell his new friend about the absolutely vile, uncaring, beasts he resided with. 

……take great risk in elaborating even this much. Typing while I walk is slowing me down more than the pain shooting up my legs with each step.

These lands are inhabited by beasts that only know their own hunger. 

Apex predators, better adapted to this tundra than I could ever hope to be. 

They travel in packs as I've learned. You wouldn’t know it, or that you were being attacked, until it was much too late. I got lucky and was able to fend them off with a flare. Nothing else would be able to see it out here so I didn't care about wasting it, not before one of the bastards took a chunk from my hip.

Although I couldn't help but feel like they were running from something much larger than myself. 

I pray you and I can meet before I meet it.

[morganwrites12672]

EDDIE MUNSON X READER

Summary: Gareth's sister is dating his DM. What happens when Eddie is busy with his campaign for two days and Hellfire is tasked with babysitting?

Eddie walks into the cafeteria. He had been absent the last two days. While planning his next campaign he had very clear instruction; do not call.

He had been anxious without sesing Y/N for the last two days. Eddie had said since they were dating the rules didn't apply to her. She, however, said they do.

He didn't see Y/N at the hellfire table. What did she do this time? Eddie also noticed Jason carvsr had something taped to his nose and looked extra pissy.

"Eddie!" Dustin calls as he jumps up from his chair. Eddie approaches the table. Everybody looks nervous.

"Where is Y/N?" He demands. He didn't even want to know the answer. He hoped she wasn't out on an injury. But, he was even more worried that she did something.

Before he got his answer he heard a loud voice, "Prison can only hold cult members for so long," she was back.

He turned around and saw Y/N jumping off of the table she was on and walking over to Hellfire's table.

"What did you do?" Eddie demands with her face in his hands. The cold metal would make her shiver if she wasn't so used to it.

Eddie takes in the oversized Metallica t-shirt she got over spring break when they went to a concert together. She also had black denim jean shorts with black ripped stockings underneath. A black and grey flannel matched her dirty white shoes. She had worn her hair in messy curls. Many rings covered her hands.

Eddie also notices she has a bruise on her cheek, and jawbone. Her guitar pick necklace hangs loosely on her chest. Eddie and Y/N had gotten matching ones over freshman year fall break.

"I may or may not of broken Jason Carvers nose in not one, but two three places," she replies with a smile that would make it hard to believe that she had said that.

Eddie removes his hands and crosses his arms. They both sit down and Eddie looks at the rest of the club. They all look nervous; they all know what's coming.

"I asked a simple favor. Keep Y/N out of trouble for two days, two days," Eddie says. Gareth looks the most afraid. He was her younger brother after all.

"She's the older one," Gareth complains.

"Yeah, eddie what I did was responsible. Any smart twenty year old would have,"

"You got arrested,"

"Fuck," Gareth and Y/N mutter. They were screwed. Gareyh was the one who, before Eddie, had kept Y/N out of trouble. Even though she was older she was the one to get in trouble.

Eddie groans as he dramatically throws his hands in the air, "I am busy for two days and you get arrested; what else is new?" He gives Dustin a glare.

"What did I do?" Dustin exclaims. He was (not) innocent. Not even close

"Y/N was your babysitter.... and I bet you had something to do," Eddie barely finishes the sentence before Y/N speaks up

"He told me someone should punch that asshole,"

"I never said it had to be you,"

"Children please stop fighting," Eddie says. Hellfire felt more like keep Y/N out of fights; or from doing stupid shit someone tells her to. Between her, Dustin, and Gareth, Eddie was going to be gray be twenty five.

"Yes Daddy," Y/N replies with a smile as eddkes pupils become the size of saucers.

"Why did you-," Gareth cuts himself off mid sentence, "Ew! You are disgusting!" He grimaces as Dustin looks nortified along with the rest of the club.

Eddie smiles as Y/N motions for him to follow. The two young lovers sneak out to the van as the rest of Hellfire is left absolutely mortified.

[whiskeybeforesunset]

A kiss, perhaps? | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Synopsis: As of late, Reader has been “forgetting” things after Hellfire meetings to have some extra time with Eddie. 

Warnings: Fluff but a little steamy, unnecessarily detailed description of D&D, Eddie’s a bit out of character, kissings, janitor cock block, no smut, reader is shorter than Eddie, very very small reference to Eddie being a sadist (blink and you’ll miss it)

Author’s Notes: This is actually my first fic so please feel free to message me with any critics or suggestions  you may have <3

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“YEEESS!” Dustin screeches into your ear as the final battle of the final battle of the campaign closes with a victory. You silently wonder whether or not you will suffer permanent hearing loss. The freshmen members of Hellfire are easy to love, but their level of enthusiasm can be… challenging at some times. 

Once Eddie finishes the epilogue, The Party begins packing up. Dice are returned to their bags and character sheets are slipped into binders for a final time. As the Dungeon Master, Eddie always takes the longest which means he’s usually left alone for a few minutes in the dimly lit room Hellfire plays in. Recently however, this has not been the case. 

“Oh, damn.” You say, stopping abruptly past the set of doors leading out of Hawkins High.

“Let me guess,” Mike says in an annoyed tone. “You forgot something again?” Whether said tone was due to his character dying in the final battle or that this was your fifth week in a row ‘forgetting something,’ who’s to say?

“You guys go on without me, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You respond as you walk back into the school. The motion sensor lights flicker back on revealing dingy linoleum tile and beat up yellow lockers. You’ve always found being in the school this late at night to be eerie. Something about the normally packed halls being empty is so… off putting. 

When you re-enter the classroom, Eddie is leaning over the table organizing some papers. You nearly laugh at the way his hair cloaks his face and possessions on the table. He wouldn’t even need a DM screen if he kept this posture throughout the session.

“I think I forgot my bag in here,” you announce with a confused look on your face that was almost convincing. You fake search for your bag in a cabinet near the door.

“Mmhm, the one over your shoulder?” With his remark, you stop your pretend search to gasp and act shocked by the location of your bag. Walking around the table, you dramatically throw it onto one of the chairs. 

Eddie looks up from his papers. “Y’know, they're gonna catch onto that eventually. There’s only so many times you can forget something before it becomes unconvincing.” He says, as he also walks along the border of the table, meeting you halfway.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you say coyly, briefly staring at his lips before looking back up at his deep brown eyes. “I am simply an incredibly forgetful person.” Taking the hint, Eddie circles his arm around your waist and pulls you in. He hovers his lips above yours, but right as you lean in to join them…

“Hell of a way to end a campaign, right?” He says leaning back with a poorly concealed grin on his face. You contemplate leaving the room entirely, you came in here to make out and all the man wants is for you to praise his campaigns. 

“Ehh, it was alright.” You watch his grin fall slightly, before he rebuild his cocky facade as he rebuttals:

“You're just mad I didn’t let you use Harm to its full extent against the undead.” 

“I could have saved Mike’s PC!” You exclaim. “The poor boy is heartbroken. Besides, I thought you might be a little more generous to your significant other but clearly I was wrong.” You cross your arms and turn away as though you are genuinely upset. However, you're the best Roleplayer in Hellfire club, so Eddie knows better than to take you seriously.

He steps forward and hugs you from behind. Turning his head toward your ear, he says “I’m sorry baby, how can I make it up to you?” in a soft voice. You turn in his arms and pretend to contemplate what he could possibly do. 

“A kiss, perhaps?” You say, looking up at him.

“Well,” he pauses to consider your offer. “For the horrendous crime of being a good DM, I suppose a kiss is a simple punishment to carry out.” Eddie finishes dramatically. Your face scrunches up as you go to scold him for implying that a kiss with you would be an unpleasant thing to undergo, but before you can get anything out he captures your lips. 

This isn’t the first time you kissed, far from it. Regardless, the man before you has a way of making everything seem magical, maybe it’s all that Tolkien he reads. One of his hands slowly moves from your lower back to cup the side of your face. His thumb keeps a consistent motion against your cheek as your lips shift against his. Your hands intertwine behind his head, lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He discreetly turns the both of you around before taking two steps forward. Resulting in you somewhat awkwardly running into the table and knocking over some miniatures Eddie used for the final battle. However, the battle map and any chance of damaging it had been long forgotten. 

You slide onto the table and Eddie settles between your legs. He leans over you as his hand on your back snakes under your shirt, pressing into your bare skin to bring your bodies impossibly closer. He lightly swipes his tongue against your lips, silently asking for permission he already knows he has. At the same time, his hand curls to bring his nails to your back. You moan at this new sensation, allowing him to explore past your flushed lips. 

Suddenly there’s a loud smack outside the door. Worried you’ve been caught, you separate from each other. When it becomes apparent the noise was a janitor dropping his mop, you both sigh and wait silently for the sound of the bucket and the man's footsteps to become more distant. 

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat. Eddie and you laugh for a moment before you start helping him to get the rest of his stuff packed away. 

“Can I, uh, drive you back home.” Eddie offers when you both finally gather your bags and begin the walk out to the parking lot. 

“Sure, but only if I get to play my music.” You respond.

“Oh GOD, NO!” Eddie says as the doors to Hawkins High close behind you.

[yuurei20]

Added Dialogue Compilation Part 1

Dialogue changes are a natural part of the localization process, and sometimes entirely new dialogue that never existed in the first place gets added to better appeal to the different target market.

For example:

Trey: His signature spell is a weapon.

A heavy judgement from Trey, this line didn't exist in the original game. Does this mean that Trey (as he was originally written) doesn't actually consider Riddle's magic to be a weapon? Or maybe it's originally unspoken subtext being said aloud?

Ace: Nah, bro. I've got a shovel and I am DIGGING.

Ace, Cater and Grim might be the three characters with more NA-original dialogue than any other. Most of the time it is very much on brand.

Chenya: They're out of this world.

Chenya: Oh, but it's LOTS of fun!

Trey: ...but calling it "poison" is kinda...yikes.

I just realized that NA isn't getting Chenya's verbal tic of saying "nya" (meow) all the time! Linguistically impossible, I think, which is too bad :<

Cater: If you were on all Magicam, I'd totally unsubscribe from your feed.

Cater: Hashtag # lame.

Cater: ...and keep this in the figurative DMs, if you catch my drift?

Cater's original slang is impossible to recreate in English, but it is certainly less SNS-centric than what it has been turned into on NA.

Cater: The smiles and the tears?

For Ruggie, both "Boss" and "Cross my heart and hope to die!" were added to the NA edit of the game. (memo: want to confirm whether or not Ruggie ever canonically refers to Leona as anything other than Leona-san)

Ace: You're more of a square than Loosey-Deucey over here!

Ace: Keepin' your friends close and your anemones closer over there!

Ace: All in favor? Aye! The ayes have it!

Given how difficult humor is to translate, the introduction of American-style jokes is no surprise :>

Ace: ...but what's life without a little spice?

Floyd: ...a dirty dishrag!

Floyd's expression here was changed from a one-time throwaway line by Azul in Book 4 (that made sense in the context of one specific scene) on JP to a phrase that Floyd uses repeatedly on NA.

Grim: Er, do they have hills underwater? Whatever.

Grim: And make it extra drink-y!

Grim and Ace having so many NA-style jokes added might come from them being on the "comedy relief" end of the spectrum? These aren't gags that were changed, however, but were added entirely.

Jade: ...brother...

(neither twin refers to the other as anything other than their first name, as an age-neutral word for 'brother' does not exist in Japanese and neither tweel is any older than the other)

Floyd: Hey, are you yankin' my tail here?

Azul: ...your face is going to crack when you hear this

Ace: Gee, you think a GAZILLION windows was enough?

(all above added for NA)

Cater: Oh, the drama! Oh, the SUSPENSE!

Jack: What're they gonna do, flog me?

Jack has a variation to his speech patterns similar to (but less dramatic than) Epel's, which really can't be recreated in English. That might be where lines like this come from, to compensate.

[1-800-amortentia]

Tom riddle size kink head canon

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Short hc to get back in the rhythm. I MISSED YALL???? SO MUCH????????

In my mind, Tom is tall

Which kinda adds to the dramatic effect of him being evil.

Anyways, you’ve always had a quiet noticeable size difference (even if you’re tall, doesn’t matter. I’m literally 5’8)

And honestly, it made his knees go weak. He loved the difference so much.

Just boosted his ego that much more.

It started out as little things or nicknames, not just during sex but in your day to day life.

Like you asking to get something off the top shelf because you knew he’d poke fun at you for it.

Your hand difference was another thing. He had long slender fingers, which were laughable in comparison to your that were like two inches shorter than his.

Back with the self thing, it came to a point where if you asked, he would get it, then just finger you in that position to prove his point of power and dominance over you.

And the first few times you had sex were...interesting.

“Too big for you, hm? Cant handle it?”

And he adored the way you’d gag when you tried to go down on him.

In a creepy way.

The noise just made him want to cum right then and there.

He’d definitely throw you around and treat you like a toy every chance he got.

And he’d remind you of it too.

“Jus’ my little toy hm? Made just for me to fuck you.”

THE NICKNAMES TOO.

Baby, little one, pet, bunny, dove, angel etc etc

100% picks you up during make out sessions

Which leads to him fucking you as he hold you against the wall.

He’s always hated you saying curse words.

He wants to keep you pure.

I mean, that’s why he does what he does.

To make the world better for you.

“Ah, shit!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I didn’t mean to I-“

“Nope, come here.”

Making you suck him off til he was satisfied.

“Your mouth is much too pretty to be using such foul, dirty words. Might as well put your busy mouth to work, hm?”

He’d hex anyone that brings up or makes fun of your height difference though.

Like one of his death eaters.

Before class Tom bent down to kiss you and this twat saw

“Oi, y/n, next time you have to kiss Tom, just punch him in the stomach so you can reach.”

The MOMENT that he let it slip from his mouth, he regretted it.

Tom glared at him.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” You’d ask innocently, almost defeated.

“Yes, goyle, what is that supposed to mean?” Tom asked.

“I just meant like you know since she’s shorter and smaller.”

“Get out.”

“Yes sir”

Man goyle did not hear the end of that for awhile

“I’m sorry...”

“What? Sorry for what?”

“I don’t know why he said that...should you not bend down?”

“Ignore him, hm? He’s not worth it.”

Tom would never admit it, but he loves when you attempt to spoon him.

Your legs fully wrapped all the way around his torso, same with your arms.

Youre like a backpack

Forehead kisses constantly.

Chin kisses for him.

He’d disapprove of you wearing heels honestly. Especially after the goyle incident.

“Ready to go- wait”

“Yes?”

“Why are you 5 inches taller?”

“So you don’t have to bend down.”

“Take them off.”

Yeah you’re definitely in for it after that.

He’d be upset if you tried to change yourself for someone else, especially one of HIS followers.

Definitely very rough degrading and edging.

BUT THE AFTER CARE.

He’s never taken such good care of you.

I mean, he loves taking care of his baby, but it felt different.

Baths,extra bubbles, pajamas, and face masks.

And of course, cuddling.

“I love you little one.”

“I love you too, Tommy.”