#hey AA fans it's been a while

[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ 'BEST FRIEND.' ✧ KENJI S.

✰ — you and kenji being besties ( depends on how u guys see it ), reader is female based, pet names.

✰ — my first time trying to write for him bc omg the brainrot over this guy is too real,, 😭💜 also kinda bad i deeply apologize aa;;

— ✩ m. list.

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! ⚾

BEING best friends with KENJI SATO for years ever since your high school days, the two of you surely have your own differences in a way, especially in terms of personality. You didn't even know on how you managed to be friends with him still, but you're always grateful for it, nonetheless.

For all the years, you remained by his side; even supporting him in anything he decided to do, and as the star player for the Los Angeles Dodgers in the Major League Baseball team. He won quite innumerable number of awards, thanks to his amazing performance on field, and has gained lots of fans all around the world, notably for some of the ladies who swooned over his mere appearance.

You're well-aware of his current popularity and position, but still— you tried your best to be supportive all the time, even when sometimes your thoughts are trying to drag you back negatively about yourself.

As sweet as you can be, you can still be quite of a reclused person than he is; as he ever told you before.

Kenji is always known to be quite the opposite from you— all confident and sociable to others in the public eye, often recognized to be quite the charmer as well. His overall presence has a major undeniable effect to most others without fail.

Yet, despite of all the fame he has, there surely are certain times where he actually felt lonely, even when surrounded by millions of people who actually adored him.

But knowing about your mere existence staying by his side despite everything; it makes him feel cherished and appreciated. Kenji is glad to have you, no matter on what he's doing and wherever he is at that moment.

WITH the random novel in your hands, you have decided to read for a bit while waiting for him to finish up at your usual secluded spot— not too far from where he currently is, and pretty much a spot where only the two of you knew.

A few minutes have passed by, he finally arrives at the said area and seemingly searching for any signs of you, to which you didn't even notice since you're too engrossed with the book at the moment. Being hounded by countless of paparazzi and fans surely can be so overwhelming— he's just glad to be able to make it out from there.

In spite of his somewhat exhausted appearance, a small smile manages to make its' way to his lips once his eyes landed upon your seated figure nearby.

"Finally," he reaches towards closer as to where you are, immediately getting your attention up from the book you've been reading. "I found you."

"Hey too, star boy."

You eventually closed the book and put it aside, allowing him to sit on the vacant spot properly next to you with a grin on your face. "Yeah, you found me."

Kenji may not admit it every so often, but he honestly could never get enough with the way you called him— chuckling while doing some little stretches here and there before sitting next to you.

"Oh man, it's so tiring to deal with those interviewers and people around almost all the time, y'know." He mutters with a weary-sounding sigh, resting the back of his head against the wall behind him.

"I mean, obviously it makes me happy to know that there's quite a lot of people who supported me and stuff, but they can be a real pain in the ass to deal with." He shakes his head slightly over his own words that held the mere truth, which made you feel genuinely bad for him.

"I get you," you responded, leaning your head against the wall as well. "It sounds super exhausting to handle."

"It sure is."

"I guess that's just the way it is, if anything." He then rests his chin on the palm of his hand, which situated just right atop of his left knee while he stares off at the distance.

The feeling of people swooning and admiring him sure sounds so nice, but it doesn't really get rid of the feeling of loneliness that he has to experience at times.

"They just adored the persona I've shown to the world, not the real me."

You somehow get what he's implying, even when he seemed as if he wanted to sound at least a bit jokey, to which didn't really work on you. You could see right through him.

"Well, if it helps.." Unsure on what to say, but this needed to be done because clearly, he looks like he needs one.

"You have me." You genuinely reassured him, "I just hope that you won't ever forget that."

Your words alone have an instant effect on him— managing to draw out an appreciative smile upon his features instead of his usual cocky look that he presented to others.

"Of course I won't. I'll hold onto your words."

He could tell the truthfulness behind every word you've said to him; suddenly shifting his gaze around to face you, before pulling you into a warm hug— keeping his arms wrapped around your torso and burying his face into the crook of your neck unexpectedly, much to your own surprise.

It's one of the usual gestures that you would do with each other, so you don't know as to why this time, it feels a little different somehow, but you didn't push him away at all.

Instead, you returned the embrace while stroking the back of his hair tenderly, accompanied with a quiet hum. Your actions alone have prompted him to smile against your neck further— finding it all soothing and relaxing, nuzzling into your warmth.

"You give the best hugs, I swear." Kenji audibly murmurs, which made the specific area on your neck to feel more ticklish than usual.

"Oh really?" A giggle escaped from you due to the ticklish sensation, which causes him to merely smirk in pure delight. "I feel honored."

Kenji begin to point out, lifting his head slightly and not entirely just yet. "I almost forgot that you're quite ticklish here."

"Shut up, you tease." You huffed with a playful eyeroll, shoving him off backwards from you a bit. "You know damn well I do."

It's easier to act all carefree when no one else is around you both to interrupt any moment you're having.

He simply laughs it off, still remaining on his seated spot despite your attempts of pushing him away from you. "Your reactions are priceless."

The baseball star player swiftly returns into doing on what he previously did— embracing you even more, holding you so delicately within his strong arms alone.

Kenji doesn't even know on what's driving him to do any of this for much longer than intended. His thoughts are going a bit haywire, yet it made him feel comfortable in a way as well. Confused, but unbothered to figure it out himself for now.

You didn't really mind though. It felt too nice, in all honesty; simply reciprocating his actions without any signs of hesitation.

"You did amazing, by the way."

When the moment those words left from your lips, it managed to pull him out of his own reverie; pulling away slightly just so he can face you with an evident grin upon his sharp features.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"I was thinking of doing a mini celebration tonight."

"Oh?" You returned the expression that he's currently giving you. "Am I invited, then?"

He nodded almost instantly with a warm chuckle out of him, ruffling your hair despite your possible incoming protests.

"Of course you're invited, silly girl. Always will."

"You'd make everything more fun, and you're the only one who knows how to keep this bad boy in check, after all."

You merely and purposedly snorted out loud upon his words— rolling your eyes comically before pinching his cheeks all of a sudden, which caught him off guard.

"Not so bad when I do it to you like this."

"Okay— hey hey, stop that-!" He begins to sputter out complaints due to your actions, pouting as you didn't even try to stop from doing so. His hands are not helping anything either, which makes the situation more funnier than intended.

Despite everything he did, Kenji almost looked like a whiny puppy within your perspective.

It doesn't take long before the both of you ended up, quite literally, falling off from your seats though.

"Ouch.."

"It's your fault, geez.."

"Well, I love you too."

@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are welcomed. all rights reserved.

[relaxxattack]

hey i apologize if you've been asked this a thousand times already but i am looking to get into homestuck & am unsure of where to start ? of course the obvious answer is to Read It but i was curious if there is a primary archive or anything of the like where other important information may be stored ?

sorry for the intrusion, you are the only homestuck blog i'm familiar with x-[ thank you for your time !

aa this is such a good question!!!! i am SUCH a fan and advocate for good archiving and im really glad you came to me with this lol!

because, you should NOT READ HOMESTUCK ON THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE! not only are the games and animations all broken due to the death of flash, but there are also spoilers scattered around the pages both in edited bits and in the ads that are on the site itself

if you would like to have the true archival experience i could not recommend the unofficial homestuck collection enough!

not only does it run all of homestuck as it was originally posted, but there's ALSO settings you can turn on that will hide any spoilers and then notify you when changes to the site were made in 'real time'! (such as pages being edited, OST being posted, author QnAs, etc!)

it was even endorsed by the author herself! basically it's an insanely good resource and i don't think homestuck should be read any other way.

and here's a really good post about reading homestuck if you want to be all Educated about it.

personally, i think you just have to go into it ready to have fun. homestuck gives back to you what you give into it-- so much of it is in direct conversation with fan culture, fan theories, and so much more, and it's SO fun to read it while getting invested in certain ideas so that the story can talk back to you about it.

so basically just.... have fun!

[sophistopheles]

hey!! ty for posting about the article talking about continuation of aa. I don’t know as much about the production of aa5 and 6 but you mentioned a person names Eshiro being responsible for the “no spoilers” rule being replaced. what/who is that? just in general giving u the floor to rant about aa5 and 6 beyond what u were able to say in that post and ur hopes for the future 💙✨ ok bye! :)

hiya!! (post here)

So, the story of why aa5 and aa6 are so different to aa4 basically boils down to a change in the team making it (and Eshiro was part of this).

Most people know Shu Takumi wrote and directed the original trilogy of Phoenix Wright games and then worked on Apollo Justice (although the director was technically Mitsuru Endo, people tend to think of AJ as the last "Takumi" mainline game). After that, he left the Ace Attorney team to complete and release Ghost Trick in 2010, and then he became involved in the development of Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright, which released in 2012.

While he was doing all of this, a "secondary" Ace Attorney team had arisen to keep working on the franchise - they had almost all worked on previous AA games and in 2009 and 2011 they were able to release the two Ace Attorney Investigations games.

The two most well-known members of this "team" are the producer Motohide Eshiro and the director Takeshi Yamazaki, and the fact that AAI2 is so beloved shows that they are by no means unable to make really, really good Ace Attorney games. But, with Takumi still busy with his other projects, and a good few years having passed since AA4, this team was asked to create a fifth Ace Attorney game in his absence.

This was, obviously, a challenge, and Capcom were likely in quite a rush to get a new mainline game out soon. Additionally, initial fan reception of AA4 was really not that good - many people hated the decision to disbar Phoenix in particular - and the game itself had many loose ends.

Eshiro, as the producer, decided that for AA5 it was better for the writers to not be held back by previous games, which manifested in what people think of now as the "no spoilers rule". This is why AA5 does not follow up on AA4, and likewise for AA6. Nowadays this decision is widely regarded as a very bad move, but on some level I empathise with it - AA has always been kind of reluctant to spoil past games, and you were always operating with the presumption that the player might be new to the series and wanted to go back to the previous games. Writing a follow-up that addressed AA4, while being acceptable to newcomers and not spoiling almost all of AA4's biggest twists, without the guy who originally came up with the story, would prove really difficult.

So they wrote Dual Destinies as a new story which followed AA4 but didn't really address it, and indulged in fanservice to try and restore the series status quo. It seems like the scenario changed a lot during development and they were pretty crunched for time, too - the final villain's models are apparently called FINALBOSS in the game files and completely broken if you look at them from any other angle.

After working on AA5, Yamazaki was apparently exhausted and didn't really want to make another Ace Attorney. Unfortunately for him, Shu Takumi was still off on his Sherlock & Souseki Victorian-Meiji Adventure, writing the Great Ace Attorney duology, and he wouldn't get done until 2017 when DGS2 came out.

Eshiro managed to persuade Yamazaki to work on AA6 by bringing him to conventions, and having seen the passion and overjoyed reactions from fans after AA5 came out, Yamazaki agreed to direct the sixth game, with Takuro Fuse (AA5 and 6's main artist) acting as co-director to ease the load. Some of AA6's cases were also created by guest writers; the SOJ artbook mentions a struggle for ideas, which explains the outlandish setting of Khura'in.

To the best of my knowledge (and I'm not sure this account is 100% accurate so anyone please feel free to correct me) this is why AA5 and AA6 are the way they are. Nobody is particularly to blame for how things turned out; there were just a couple of bad decisions along the way which has resulted in the games being looked back on by a lot of people with some contempt. Given the circumstances, I'm actually pretty impressed with how enjoyable Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice are, even if they don't reach the heights of the trilogy.

Yamazaki left Capcom in 2019. Eshiro went on to produce Dai Gyakuten Saiban 2, and I'm pretty sure he's still at Capcom.

What all of this means for the next Ace Attorney title is completely speculation, but the short version of the story is that Shu Takumi has finally come back from getting milk Herlock Sholmes Jail writing other games, and seems to be getting hyped up by capcom as the "Director of the Ace Attorney Series". This makes it very likely he will direct and write the next Ace Attorney game. At present we have no idea what this means - he could follow up on AA4's story as well as he's able, he could write another Phoenix game, he might go rogue and write an Athena game, he might do something completely different. But the next AA game will likely be around the quality of AA1-2-3-4 and DGS, not another AA5/6 situation.

As for the producer, this comes from the November 2020 leaks (which was very real - it's where we first got the TGAA localisation confirmed), but the only thing we heard about their projected AA7 was that it would be produced by a guy called Yasayuki Makino. He also produced The Great Ace Attorney collection, and if you read his dev blogs from that release, he credits AA4 for getting him into the series initially, and generally seems to be a huge Ace Attorney fan himself, pushing hard for TGAA to get a worldwide re-release after its unimpressive initial sales (and look how well that's worked out...!)

That's basically the story. I think AA7 will be great, actually, but at this point I will literally take anything, Capcom please my family is starving

[sailorsenshishitposter]

The anti Gojo fan club

"Are you sure you belong here?" Asked the oversized bouncer. Standing before him was a young teenage boy with pink locks and a school uniform.

"I think you'd be more comfortable at that place." He then pointed over to the club down the road (Weenie Hut Jr.'s).

"I think you have me confused with someone else. I'm pretty sure I'm on the list."

The bouncer then looked down and noticed four glowing, red eyes. He gulped and tried his best not to shit himself on the spot before moving aside and letting the boy in. Sighing in relief, the man let himself regain composure. It was then that he heard the most terrifying words in his life.

"Kenjaku, I told you that you were in charge of snacks! Honestly, I can't count on you for anything. It seems that I'M the one who has to do everything around here! Hey, you! How would you like to be apart of our dinner service instead of guarding that door?"

Sukuna said apart of as in literally. Everyone dragged the man in as the king of curses got his tools ready.

"Domain expansion, Malevolent Kitchen!"

______

Uraume was now busy cooking. They had a number of dishes in mind such as skewered intestines, "finger" sandwiches and some roasted thigh to name a few. As they were preparing the feast, the meeting began.

"Welcome, lowly peasants! Today marks our third annual villains assembly (totally not the bad guy version of AA that Gojo had forced on them). I see we have some new faces here. Care to introduce yourselves?"

A scrawny man stood up.

"M-my name is Ijichi and I joined because I can't tolerate Gojo's abuse any longer! He keeps spouting something about how "he's the 'honoured' one", and that's the reason why he's allowed to put kick me signs on my back and keep ding dong ditching my doorbell all night!"

The man then started to have a nervous breakdown and began to sob.

"There, there. You are among friends now.  You see, everyone here has a reason for hating the six eyed bastard."

"Not me. I'm just here for the free coupon tickets!"

Sukuna sighed.

"Who is the guy again?"

"My name's Reggie Star! I've been on TLC's extreme couponing! Why does everyone forget I exist!?"

"Reggie, we've been over this. This is solely for those that hate Satoru Gojo. If you can't abide by our clubs rules then feel free to leave."

Suddenly Kenjaku began to choke himself. Sukuna gave him a curious glance.

"Sorry, you know how my vessel likes to act up."

Sukuna nodded in agreement.

"We need to end this meeting in two hours or else the brat will wake up and spoil the fun. Now, is there anything else worth mentioning? Speak now."

"When do we get to play board games?"

"Damn it Mahito, you know well enough that those festivities don't take place until after everyone has eaten!"

"Hey, what is that!?"

Everyone started to notice a figure that was clearly trying to hide behind the throne but it was useless.

"I can hear your mosquito like voice already, Yorozu! You know the rules, no girls allowed."

The girl then popped out and began to pout.

"Then why do Mahito and Kashimo get to be here!?"

"For the last time, Mahito is a curse who has no gender and the consensus was that while Kashimo "looks female enough", he is indeed still male."

Mahito then decided to taunt her.

"Yeah! What's so cool about girls anyway!?"

"Didn't you wear a school girl uniform while fondling breasts you created?"

"That was one time Jogo, and it wasn't even canon!"

"I've had enough of this. Someone escort her out!"

Yorozu screamed and thrashed so Kenjaku released Kurourushi outside. She immediately ran after the cockroach so she could study it.

"Dinner is ready."

______

After everyone had finished, Mahito asked the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

"Which tastes better? Humans or curses?"

Kenjaku then appeared."Let me help answer that."

Kenny then began to drag a screaming Mahito towards his palm and then proceed to vore him down.

"Thank you! He was getting on my nerves."

Kenjaku began to savor the taste of Maximum Uzumaki and then proceeded to vomit the curse back up.

"I'd have to say humans. How did my vessel put it? You taste like a rag used to clean up shit and vomit."

Sukuna then joined in.

"So it matches his personality?"

"Correct."

Mahito was now trembling on the floor when the king of curses looked down upon him.

"Kenjaku, won't you be a dear friend and put on some karaoke for the entertainment? I want to sing skyfall."

Jogo lit his pipe up and started getting blazed. He had been waiting for the curse to get his ass beat.

"This weed is so good Hanami. Where did you find it?"

".ti werg I"

"Nevermind..."

______

"Wherever you go, I go. What you see, I see."

Mahito was now running for his life as Sukuna walked towards him. He thought about hiding in the bathroom but then remembered a word of advice he read on Yoshihiro Togashi's twitter account. "Never shit alone, for if you do, the horny clown will come to decapitate you!"

"Why did Gege have to put me in Shonen Jump!?"

Something then grabbed him by his collar.

"Found You!"

"Look, if this is about all those times I cheated when I was the banker in Monopoly, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

"Oh, we're not killing you."

______

Mahito was now placed inside a pet crate.

"What's going on!?"

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Nanami?"

"I didn't expect to see you here Ijichi. I'm here because I was told that there was a curse that needs to be euthanized. Fortunately, I'm kind hearted and believe that even the worst animals have a chance at being reformed. It just takes proper discipline..."

The cage began to rattle.

"NOOOO! ANYONE BUT HIM! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY!"

Kento then picked up the handle of the carrier.

"Expect to be eating out of a dog bowl and being kept on a leash once we get home."

Everyone failed to realize that the two hour window had passed and Itadori began to wake up.

"Huh? What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

The crowd wasn't sure what to do until Kenjaku stepped up.

"Hello, son. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am your mother."

"Okay, I really am dreaming then. Something that crazy could only happen in my imagination."

"You're my special. You were the only one I didn't abort."

"Huh? No offense mister but you're really creeping me out. I think I'm just gonna head out."

After the boy left, Kashimo spoke up."

So how big was he?"

"Gross!"

Everyone knew that the god of thunder had a thing for the king of curses.

"All I'm saying is that they were identical twins right?"

"I've had enough of this filth! Youngsters these days!"

Out came a disgusted Gakuganji. He was clearly the biggest Gojo hater but it seems that he couldn't tolerate the crudness of today's youth. The club would never hear his guitar covers of Jimi Hendrix again.

[alynnl]

Hiya Lynn,

Sorry to hear you're going through a rough patch. I've got not much for ya, but I can send this li'l message.

I really like seeing your positivity posts on my dash, and while I'm not an Ace Attorney fan or player, it's been really neat to see all the meta you reblog, and I get to pass along some of it to my AA friends. I feel like a spectator in a fandom I'm not a part of, and it's nice. It's nice t'be mutuals with you.

Hope life treats you better. Hope this message helps.

-U.C.

Hey, U.C.

I know we don't DM or anything, but I enjoy seeing you in my notifs. I'm glad my current interest in Ace Attorney gives some of your friends joy in a way too. It's a good series. Probably one of my favorite things I wish I would've gotten into sooner.

Most positivity posts are borrowed/reblogged, but Tumblr is for sharing!

Speaking of sharing. Thanks for sharing your time with me with your message. I'm truly grateful. ^^

[demon-prosecuted]

RP GET TO KNOW YOU QUESTIONNAIRE.

NAME?: Rhys / Palette

PRONOUNS?: He/Him

MOST ACTIVE MUSES?: Right now? Edgeworth. But I'll probably be more active on Samuel Hayden and Zer0 once their respective new games come out next year.

RPG CLASS I'D BE: I tend to favor rogues. I like long-range combat and have an almost nonexistent social battery. As for Edgeworth.. I want to say he'd be a paladin.

FAVORITE COLOR: Purple! Which is amusing, since the muses I wright usually favor reds or blues.

FAVORITE TYPE OF THREAD: As expected for someone writing Edgeworth, I do love angst threads and exploring my muses' trauma and how it affects them. Though, I also love writing the slow burn and yearning that leads into a romantic relationship! It's fun to write the demiromantic feeling of "Oh, so that's what love feels like. I see." response that I had when I finally realized my feelings for my partner!

FAVORITE THING ABOUT MY MUSE: I love how realistically Edgeworth's trauma is handled. How he's never "fixed" or "saved", and the power of friendship doesn't cure him. Even after Phoenix defends him in 1-4, Edgeworth never gets over his earthquake and elevator phobia. He still mourns his father and is still recovering from everything he's gone through. He has a support system now, but his trauma never goes away - he simply learns to accept it as a part of himself.

HOW YOU LIKE TO RP: I prefer the formatting options and notifications that Tumblr provides, and it's a lot slower-paced than Discord RP servers. (Sometimes I need to deliberate for a while on what my muse will say, so those "real time texting" type servers stress me out.) I'm also pretty neutral on plotting vs winging it. I do enjoy talking ooc and discussing rough ideas on where our muses could go, but a vast majority of my threads are a "hey this might be cool" concept that isn't properly plotted out.

FAVORITE PLOTS: As of right now, I've been a huge fan of plots where Edgeworth might get hurt. I love plotlines that will affect my muse beyond that thread. It doesn't need to be a full event, but I try to make all of Edgeworth's interactions stick with him. He'll recall them in future interactions, and potentially reference them when talking to other people. So having something major and/or physical, like an injury, would be a really fun thing to explore!

WHERE YOU GET YOUR INSPIRATION FROM: I get a lot from the AA games themselves, particularly the first game and Investigations duology. But I feel like I also grab aspects from the Life is Strange and Nier/Drakengard franchises. And a lot of music. All of my tags on my blogs are song titles for a reason, eheh..

FACT ABOUT YOU: My ooc icons might be of Rotom, but I actually think Reuniclus or Hydreigon are my favorite Pokemon. Though, Rotom is still up there. I just prefer Rotom's expressions, and I feel their size and overall energy is more reflective of myself. (And I like the tech theme they have going on.) If I were to choose, Rotom Fan (or maybe Wash) would be my favorite form.

[turnabout-cosmic-clockwork]

HEY, ACE ATTORNEY ROLEPLAYER. 🙂

Are you…

over 18?

a literate, character-driven writer?

searching for a laid-back group of AA superfans and/or a detailed plot which is — we promise! — shockingly easy to jump into?

(bonus point) a fan of the glorious cast of more minor characters who give the series life?

YOU MIGHT BE WHO WE’RE WAITING FOR.

TURNABOUT COSMIC CLOCKWORK is a small but passionately active AA Discord server covering all of the games (yes, even PLvsPW). We’re strictly 18+ but prohibit ERP, though other mature themes do occur in line with the theme of the series.

Something has gone wrong with time itself. Many of the famous faces you recognise have been caught up in it, having found a mysterious new phone about their person which allows them to enter a chatroom full of familiar and new people in the same situation. Moreover, there are these weird blue portals showing up. Step into one, and you can find yourself in another part of the timeline entirely.

Rayfa’s found out about the revolution early and somehow wound up friends with Matt Engarde. Kay (2019) has adopted Miles (2027). Athena (2028) and Metis (from mere days before her demise) had a mother-daughter dinner while Aura (days after Metis’ death) tries to come to terms with what her grief made her do will do? Might have done? Tenses have become kind of hard to manage. Especially with Esmeralda Tuspells time-hopping to capture the likeness of all the most interesting future criminals, and Apollo briefly finding himself in the midst of Sholmes’ experiments in 1900…

Come and join the party: can you help us figure out what’s gone wrong with reality, and hopefully stay vaguely sane along the way? Or add to the madness… we’re open to that too.

Vital stats

18+, mature themes (no ERP or drug use)

No upper or lower word counts; we ask that you’re literate and happy to meet prose partners’ word count and play speed

No strict activity checks: we like to see you regularly, but don’t prescribe X posts per week

Up to 6 characters per writer

Reserve characters for two weeks while you whip up a sheet for them

Hop into the IC chatrooms any time for casual fun, start up DMs with friends or to make introductions to someone new, and write narrative threads 1:1 or in groups in our well-organised IC forum.

Many of the main characters are taken but anyone else you can think of is wide open. The list below is extremely non-exhaustive, but we’d especially love…

AA1-3

Dick Gumshoe — Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth hasn’t given anyone a pay cut in too long

Pearl Fey — Trucy would love a friend of similar age

Adrian Andrews — Matt like, seriously needs to call his manager, dude

Mike Meekins — we miss(??!) the tinnitus from the megaphone

Diego Armando - where would we be without our coffee-loving tragedy?

AA4-6

Apollo Justice — Klavier misses Herr Forehead, and we probably need someone to tell us WE’RE FINE.

Amara Sigatur Khura’in — Nahyuta and Rayfa need their mom; Dhurke misses his wife; and Thalassa and Datz are capable of making new friends just fine, but they’d love to see her again too

Juniper Woods — Athena’s got her mom back, but she’d still love to talk to her bestie

Herman Crab — we don't have a modern doctor… but will a vet suffice?

AAI

Justine Courtney — Sebastian needs a good (?) influence on his side!

Shi Long Lang - Bring us the wolf!

Great Ace Attorney

Mael Stronghart — Londoners feel like everything is out of order without their fearless legal leader

Genshin Asogi — the Professor has returned. One Asogi may not be enough

Rei Membami — Susato is perfectly capable of taking down wrongdoers on her own, but a combo attack with her dear friend is far more powerful

Herlock Sholmes — the game is afoot! There are mysteries yet to solve here. Iris Wilson - we need our little lady genius!

[box-dwelling]

I keep seeing stuff in the AA fandom talking about how like, some takes are surface level and I do just want to say that while deep interesting analytical takes are excellent and I enjoy them greatly and love applying interesting frameworks to my silly lawyer game. I think the basic takes are also good and ok too. I think presuming every single post an from AA fan on tumblr dot com has to have an academic level of analysis because the text can absolutely facilitate that is maybe a little extreme.

Like media analysis has frameworks and lenses that you can switch out and apply to get new and interesting results and it's ok if that's something you don't always have on when posting because if you do default to one frame work always, you risk missing all the interesting stuff you can get from the other frameworks. But that means you have to be consciously applying them, so its ok if sometimes you also are not doing that. Having the ability to do that is a valuable skill that will enrich your life and media consumption but also its ok if sometimes you just want to not think that deep for a post and say something surface level. Just because you do one doesn't mean you aren't capable of doing the other. This isn't an academic setting, sometimes a post can just be a thought you have.

I want the more academic stuff, fuck I was just looking at a thing talking about hegalian dialectics in AA, a thing I've been internally screaming about the existence of but feel woefully under qualified to discuss so hadn't and I'm so glad to see someone more knowledge than me put words to it. But I think we shouldn't expect it of everyone.

Plus while complex media analysis is wonderful and I eat it up, it's not something everyone is trained in to the extent others are. I like to think I'm better at it that a lot of people I know irl and have had a decent amount of study into it but don't forget that this is something people can and do dedicate their lives to and not everyone in fandom is going to be one of those people.

Idk I just think it's unfair to expect everyone in fandom to have every post have an academic level of rigour. If someone just wants to say "Hey so those von karma siblings, pretty fucked up what happened to them huh," then I think that's OK too. It's different if they're actively misinterpreting the text by leaving shit out (eg ignoring the themes of AA4 to think Phoenix is genuinely uncaring) but I just think it's ok if a post isn't that deep. People are doing this for fun and we can't expect everyone to be functioning at max brain power for every damn post.

Stuff gets popular randomly. One of my most popular posts was a shitpost scene I wrote at like 3am because I thought it was funny. Some of my posts I put a ton of thought and effort and analysis into get no traction. It just depends on random factors like timing or which mutuals find it good enough to reblog. It's the nature of the way social media is. This isn't a meritocracy. Just because someone's brain fart gets popular doesn't mean its the only analysis they're capable of

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

Hey there, this is re for anon who wrote about AA and RB's terfines. I'm glad somebody finally brought this up here. I'm honestly convinced you're giving Rachel too much benefit of the doubt and many of Martin's fans have been doing so for a while, so many of them very vocally supporters of trans people and some are trans themselves and seem to ignore Rachel's 'leanings' towards that.

Rachel seems to be, or at least was until the most recent deletion of her IG account, arguably very non bothered by presenting as 'gender critical'. In addition to the 'rumors' about her likes on Twitter (they weren't rumors - I was around before she cleared her tracks on Twitter and they were *blatant*. I'm trying to remember who had screenshots) , up until a few weeks ago she was following, for at least a year and even longer, accounts by terf "thought leaders" and reporters like Debra W. Soh (she no longer does, but she did a few weeks ago), Katie Herzog (still on her follow list) and AT LEAST another two French female 'gender critical' journalists whose names I don't remember but were very clearly and loudly TERF to the point of putting it in their bios. I would look every once in a while to see if she unfollowed them or not over the last year or so, because I imagined she might want to at least pretend she doesn't condone these accounts in any way. As I said, she removed all follows but the Katie Herzog one just in the most recent deletion. Which suddenly makes sense to me with all those recent different postings since she reopened the account. They're different from the older posts and it feels like she's gearing up or aiming for a different kind of attention, maybe she's hoping for modeling or acting roles. It's definitely a 'scrubbed' account this time. A feature film she wrote finished production so maybe she had actual PR remove her follow list and remove Debra Soh and the French journalists. I don't see a point saying 'she's still young'. She's in her 30s (was in her late 20s back then) and doesn't come off as stupid or not socially unaware, I'm sure she's aware that terf discourse is problematic. Maybe she honestly doesn't care. Doesn't bode well for Martin's opinions in that sense, which is why I've been distant from MF's fandom for a while, especially the 'forgiving' Rachel discourse. She comes of as far more problematic than we even realize. She's his partner and he's welcome to it, I'm convinced he's aware and doesn't care - but I do.

You see, this here ↑ is the reason why I was a bit reluctant to answer yesterday's post, why I didn't tag it. Because I knew it would attract more of ... this. I've thought long and hard about what I would write and if I even should answer at all. But you certainly made an effort and deserve an answer.

Clearly, transphobia is a huge problem and should never be ignored. That much I know. You clearly know much more about the topic. I honestly don't know any of the names you stated above. But then again, it's also not my agenda to unmask every terf on this planet. If that is yours- great. Everybody needs a purpose in life. 😉 But I don't have the time or the energy or the wish to check who follows who on twitter /Instagram and who likes what. That's not what I do and that's not something you will find on this blog.

And yes, I do give Rachel the benefit of the doubt. Does that make me naive and possibly even ignorant? Maybe. But I am also not a fan of Rachel- I am fan of Martin (which should be quite obvious xD). And Rachel happens to be a part of Martin's life. But like I wrote yesterday: people are not defined by their partner's opinion.

That's all I will say about this topic on this blog.

Just one more thing (even tho it should be obvious): I don't support any form of transphobia.

PS: I answered both your asks in one post. There really is no point to make another post about it. The answer would have been the same.

[ranwing]

Hey! Just came across your post about TW being a clusterfuck and I 100% agree with everything you said. Also remember you from waaaay back on the lol-darren posts and wanted to tell you that your takes are still awesome!

Isn't it funny that DCriss and Jensen were lauded for being ~the best thing ever! for so long and they totally believed in their own hype? Just a random thought in my head. But honestly I hope Jensen wakes up from this ego drunken binge he's been having...if only because Jared still seems to value their friendship. If not, well. I don't see how screaming into mics in the guise of a concert and making petty, snide remarks is gonna help him.

Glad that my DCriss stuff hasn't been forgotten! You're right that it's kind of the same thing as we have with Jensen. Two moderately talented men who got lauded well beyond their actual abilities and believe that they're the Gods gifts to the acting world and have fanbases that run roughshod over everyone else. While I always had a limited tolerance for DC (and grew to really detest him long before Glee ended), I used to really like Jensen. But the past few years have been really unfortunate. I think that it came as a real shock to him that when SPN ended that the job offers he was expecting weren't as forthcoming (and he didn't have a Ryan Murphy-type sugar daddy the way DC did). When Jared announced Walker, I'm sure that really hit Jensen right in his ego. After so many years of being treated by a segment of the SPN fandom that he was the more important/talented/handsome of the J2 team, seeing his costar racing ahead to a new job would not have sat well.

And both have fans that are... extra in the worst way possible. Like DCs fans (and the CrissColfer/Klaine fans who always treated Darren as the more important of the pairings), the AAs have done their best to make the SPN fandom a pretty toxic environment. You can't compliment Jared or criticize Jensen without being jumped all over. And don't get me started about the Misha/Destial fans. Ugh...

I do hope that Jensen will wake up because his behavior since SPN ended has really tarnished my image of him.

[sweetestofchaos]

Those are some really good choices!

I'm curious about you as a writer from what you've mentioned so let's talk about that some. 1) what got you into writing in general and writing fanfic in specific? 2) coming to the boys, what about GOT7 is unique that makes you want to write them/what keeps you coming back to them as characters? 3) Which member(s) and trope(s) do you respectively enjoy and struggle writing the most?

It's been an absolute pleasure talking to you these past few days and I do hope we can keep in touch after all of this too!

I also really hope you'll enjoy the little gift I'm preparing for you :)

-Your AA <3

Good questions!

(1) When I was in middle school, I was really into poetry. A friend of mine at the time had a huge crush on a boy but she was afraid to talk to him. So, I wrote a love letter for her to put in his locker to shoot her shot. The kid didn't come to school for a week or something 'cause he had the flu but over that time I came up with different ways that him finding the note could go to help ease my friend's worries.

After that I started to think of alternate ways that things around me could go and it spilled into tv shows that I watched. I didn't get into fanfiction until another friend of mine told me about wattpad and mibba. I would sit and read a lot of WWE fanfics. This was also the time that Quizilla was around 😂 As much as I enjoyed them, I noticed that no one really wrote about interracial relationships, so I tried my hand at it and wrote about the Hardy Brothers, Edge, CM Punk and a few others. It was all a bunch of fluff and angst that I never posted. Just wrote it all down in a notebook 😂 (which I'm pretty sure I still have some of the notebooks tucked away in a memory box)

It wasn't until maybe I was in high school that I started to write about different bands that I liked (at the time it was A7X and HIM) and then I started to write about Loki.

(2) Honestly? It's was their personas that made me take an interest in writing them. All the music videos that I watched, if it wasn't them just having a good time, it was like watching someone completely different on screen. The duality is strong with Got7 and that's what caught my eye. What keeps me going back? It's the way that they show themselves to their fans. Each of them do so many different things and have so much going on that makes it easy to create new content for them.

(3) I'm a sucker for a good gang au. Knowing that Mark has some anger issues makes him hella easy to write in that role. He has such a charming smile, so he can give off the tall, dark and handsome easily. Jackson fits into the friends to lovers trope easily too. That's just the vibe he gives off and I run with it.

I think I struggle the most writing for Youngjae. For the longest time I could not do anything for him outside of fluff because that's how he was portrayed. Now that he's doing his own thing, he has shown that he can be sexy when he wants to be. On the other hand Jinyoung is always portrayed as this stonic, expressionless man, so it took me a while to branch out from writing him that way.

Out of all the tropes, I think I struggle the most with enemies to lovers and crack fics. My humor is weird and almost doesn't exist (in my eyes), so what I find funny most do not. As for enemies to lovers, it just doesn't click with me so I don't write it often.

Okay! I think that's everything...I said a lot more than I think I should have 🤭 But hey, it's all good. I really do enjoy your questions and being able to share more about me is fun. I hope you enjoy your weekend and have a good day/night!

Love ya,

Chaos

[stemmefemme]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoi Daichi | Clay Terran/Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Aoi Daichi | Clay Terran & Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi/Yuugami Jin | Simon Blackquill, Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice & Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright & Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Ayasato Harumi | Pearl Fey/Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright Characters: Naruhodou Minuki | Trucy Wright, Odoroki Housuke | Apollo Justice, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi, Houzuki Akane | Ema Skye, Aoi Daichi | Clay Terran Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Clay Terran Lives, Fictober 2021, One Shot, People trust Apollo too much, Trucy crushes on Pearl, Dialogue Heavy Summary:

5 times people needed Apollo + 1 time he needed someone

For fictober! Prompt: “I need you”

[writersblog20]

Buzzfeed puppy

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Chris finally took the interview from Buzzfeed with the puppy’s but you were too distracted once a puppy chose you and wouldn’t leave your side

Warnings: mention of anxiety and depression but just a mention of it. FLUFF!!!!

Words: 2,3K

Buzzfeed puppy’s

Finally the day was here that Buzzfeed would interview Chris with the puppy’s. Honestly if it wasn’t for the amount of fans that asked for this, it might’ve taken a way much longer time than now. Chris was over the moon excited about this and took you with him.

You and Chris were a couple for over a year now and the amount of love Chris had shown you everyday was just amazing. He treated you like the most precious thing in the world and showered you with nice things, even though you found it uncomfortable sometimes but he always reassured you that he wanted nothing more than to show you how much of a Queen you are.

You held hands when you walked into the building with the security. Chris was excited like a little kid on Christmas and it was adorable to see and it made your heart flutter even more with the love you felt for him.

The producer walked up to you and Chris to tell him what was going to happen. “So we’re going to bring in the puppy’s and are going to ask you aa couple of questions. That’s all actually.” The lady told Chris and chuckled at his enthusiasm.

They pointed to a spot where you could sit and watch, which wasn’t far away from Chris. It was actually close to the camera’s. They brought in the puppy’s with the camera’s already rolling and you could see Chris just completely melt on the spot. You felt your heart fill up with love as he cuddled all of them and started to play with the puppy’s.

Chris was so extremely gentle and soft at that moment that it felt like your heart could just explode right then and there. You were so caught up with Chris that you didn’t notice a blue eyed puppy paddling your way. “Hey” you said very softly but happy. “Go back darling.” You told the pup that was just all too excited to be with you instead of Chris.

Chris didn’t notice until he found one of the puppy’s gone and looked your way, seeing the happy puppy with you. If eyes could be in a heart shape, he would have them now. He had the biggest loving smile on his face, watching you and the puppy.

“Come on sweetheart, go back there.” You ushered the dog but he wasn’t budging until someone came and picked up the puppy to put it back with Chris. You smiled lovingly but immediately felt a deep connection with the gorgeous pup. Chris played with him for a while and answered some questions.

The puppy got tired of Chris, while all the other puppy’s were over him, making him giggle like a child. The other puppy made it’s way towards you again and crawled into your lap. His paws on your chest and his head resting on your shoulder and that was all it took to make you melt completely. You didn’t want to let go of this pup.

Chris looked your way and immediately began the laugh wholeheartedly as he found it so incredibly adorable. The pup was almost not even in the video because he was with you so much. The puppy fell asleep and you held him up with your arms, keeping him close to your body as he wanted to and for the first time you felt relaxed in a very long time.

You had been struggling with a lot of anxiety and depression lately but for the first time in forever you felt calm as your heart ached for the puppy. The producers wanted to get him away from you and back to Chris but luckily Chris stepped in “No, leave him with her. He’ll go back to her anyway.” He told them and they left the pup with you.

He immediately saw how in love you felt with the pup and how he had such a calming effect on you. The puppy really chose you and he could see the magical connection the two of you had from the beginning and he began thinking since all the puppy’s were up for adoption.

But the interview wasn’t over just yet and he played with the other pups and tried to answer some question but he was easily distracted by the puppy. Everyone knew that this was definitely going to be a big hit on YouTube.

You could hear Chris laugh wholeheartedly as one of the puppy’s jumped him but you were so in your own little world with the sleeping puppy that everything went unnoticed and just floated by you. You got snapped out of it when Chris stood besides you all of a sudden and crouched down to pet the calm, sleeping pup. “He really likes you” Chris softly stated as you just hummed with the pup in your arms, looking adorably at him.

You hadn’t notice that Chris was taking pictures of the two of you and talked to some people to tell them that he would love to adopt the pup. He filled out some paper work and wrote a cash out and walked up to you.

“Why don’t we take him home than?” Chris asked you softly, eyes sparkling as he looked at you with a smile, awaiting your reaction. You quickly looked up with big eyes. “Wait are you serious? Don’t play with me Christopher!” you warned him, still not believing him. Chris laughed at your use of his name. “Sweetheart, I’m not joking. I just adopted him for you when you didn’t notice. You can take him home with you.”

You looked at Chris and you believed him but couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Chris still looked lovingly at you and placed his hand on your back while you looked at the crew who were just smiling brightly at you. “Really?” you whispered only to him. “Mhm.” He murmured and smiled. You got the brightest smile on your face. You carefully hugged Chris in order not to crush or wake the puppy.

Chris chuckled deeply and gave you a loving kiss. “Let’s go home sweetheart.” He told you and helped you get up. Once you stood up, the puppy woke up and you sat him down to see if he wanted to walk but instead he made noises and his paws were on your leg to hint that he wanted to be picked up again. You and Chris chuckled and you picked up the puppy again and as a reward you got licked on your face, making you giggle.

You both thanked everyone and walked out with a leash and other stuff for him. He still hadn’t had a name but it wasn’t a hard one to think about for you.

You stepped in the car with Chris’s help and sat down, puppy still by you. Chris stepped in next to you and you looked lovingly at your boyfriend. “Thank you Chris. Really.” You told him as you held his hand. He smiled at you. “I immediately saw that there would be no way to separate the two of you, mama bear.” He joked the last part with a wink.

You grew shy and petted the puppy while Chris drove off with his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb up and down as a loving sign. “What are you going to name him?” Chris asked, making you smile lovingly at the pup. “Archie.” Chris looked at you with a chuckle “What? It was the first thing I thought about. It fits him.” you told him and Chris agreed with you.

He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “I like it. You’re right, it fits.” He told you and went with his hand over your hair. You were in no time home and carefully got inside so Archie could meet Dodger.

Dodger was all over you and Archie tried his way to climb up in your neck and hide there. You sat down with Chris and let Dodger sniff. It was very cute to see and Chris started filming it for his Instagram. Dodger was extremely careful with Archie and waiting for Archie came out from his hiding spot. Once he did he started to sniff Dodger and immediately started to play but you could see that Dodger stayed very careful since Archie was very little.

Chris smiled brightly at you, which you returned and gave him a passionate kiss. “welcome to the family Archie.” You heard Chris say while he held his arm around you. You looked at Chris who had a adoring look on his face and for the first time you actually thought about a baby but you kept it quiet for a while in case you changed your mind. It was very much in the way he said: “welcome to the family.”

That was the first time that you actually felt that you were finally being a part of a family. You placed your hand on his cheek, his stubbles tickling the palm of your hand. He looked at you just as adoringly as he looked at your new family member. You smiled at him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

He pulled your body close to his own, his fingers digging into your waist as he grabbed you closer. His tongue connecting with yours while he cupped your cheek while his other had went from your waist to your ass and he kneaded your ass, making you giggle and you felt him smirk in the kiss. Before things could turn even more heated, you felt two paws on your leg and you looked down. Your hand still resting on Chris’s chest.

You chuckled once you saw Archie. You picked him up again, Chris petting him in your arms. “We should take them on a walk.” Chris suggested and you nodded. You leashed up Archie, who listened to you quiet well but than again he was very adapted to you.

You went on the walk, hand in hand with Chris while the boys played in front of you and did there business. After your walk, Chris took a shower and you started on dinner. Archie wanted to be picked up again but you had to be a strict parent, which you hated but was necessary. “No Archie, not now. not when I’m cooking.” You told him. He whined but walked to Dodger and laid against him.

Chris came downstairs, wearing his knitted sweater, which he knew you loved very much, from his character Ransom. He had a smirk on his face when he saw you. “You look handsome.” You told him, trying to sound casual. He chuckled “What did you say?” he asked you teasingly as he stood behind you, his fingers tickling in your sides. You start to giggle a lot and tried to push him away from the tickling.

He stopped when tears were forming in your eyes and Archie kept jumping against his leg, trying to stop Chris, and wanting to protect you. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You wrapped your arms around his waist and you felt him place kisses on the side of your head.

Archie was still jumping against Chris’s leg and tried to bark and growl. You both looked at each other and then at Archie. “Looked like you got a second protector. He better not steal my girl!” he told you teasingly as you crouched down to pet Archie for being such a good boy.

“oh nobody could replace you. But I have enough love to give for the three of you.” You hinted towards Dodger. You stood up again and Chris smiled softly at you. You gave him another kiss and you felt him let out a relaxing sigh when you kissed him.

“Can I pick him up?” Chris asked you, making you smile at how much he respected you (as it should!). “Of course.” You told him and he bent down to pick Archie up. He held him up and Archie relaxed his head on his shoulder to look at you. You smiled brightly and felt like your heart might explode from all the love that you were feeling. You quickly got your phone out and started filming.

Chris came up to you to give you another kiss only to be distracted by Archie who licked both of your chins, making you laugh again.

After dinner you both chilled on the couch. Chris arms were wrapped around you and you kept warm with a blanket, your head resting on his shoulder. Dodger besides Chris and Archie fast asleep in your lap. Chris fingers softly went over your head, relaxing you to the max.

“I can’t wait to see the video.” You told him. He chuckled “Yeah you were completely sucked into your own little world. It was so adorable to see.” He told you, making you feel flustered. He kissed the top of your head.

You both had posted a video of Archie on your Instagram. You had posted the one where Chris held Archie and Chris had posted the video with you in it and where Archie was meeting Dodger for the first time with a special thank you to BuzzFeed obviously. The fans went crazy over the fact that they finally had the content they wanted and that was Chris with puppy’s.

You couldn’t blame them though. You were melting at the spot at the sight of Archie and Chris. You snuggled into Chris’s side and you felt his arms softly tightening around you while he kept playing with your hair.

This was your home with your own little family and who knows, maybe sooner than later a little boy or girl in the family as well.

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[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 3: There’s A Girl

Chapter 3 | Series Masterlist

2.3k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors are not welcome. Pregnancy, hurt/comfort, Eddie being an idiot

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(regarding the taglist, I’m having trouble adding some users, if you have requested to be on the taglist and don’t see your username please give me a nudge and I’ll do my best to figure out why the taglist isn’t letting me add you!)

Your mother, concerned you were isolating yourself, had taken it upon herself to take you to an early pregnancy class for young mothers. Lucky for you, it was the first session today so you could meet everyone instead of being able to skulk around at the back.

“It’s like a fucking AA meeting in there!” You hiss at your mother from the door,

“How would you know?” She ushers you into the room, taking a seat in the circle beside you.

It’s excruciating. You’re the youngest there by far, and catch more than a few disapproving stares, having to listen to these couples in their 20s gush about how excited they are for their miracle. When it’s your turn to introduce yourself you have no idea how you’d even begin to explain the situation, so you choose awkward humour.

“Guess I’m in this group because I don’t know how condoms work.” A few courtesy chuckles from the group, mostly men, while their partners look at you with pity. You make a few attempts to get up and leave when the conversation isn’t razor focused on you, but every time your arm is gripped by your mother and you are pushed surreptitiously back into your seat.

Dustin was running between rooms in the hospital a lot these days. Visiting Max, reading to her with Lucas and chatting about his day to her, waiting for her to tell him that his days are boring and to just let her sleep. One day, he’s sure, she will. Then he’s running across the hall to Eddie’s room, which is becoming a lot more chaotic than Max’s. 

Ever since he woke up he’s been planning how he’s going to leave Hawkins. Growing ever more frustrated with his confinement as the days pass, stressed that someone will recognise him and give him up. Dustin opens the door slowly, a little apprehensively. He’s surprised to find Eddie sitting on the bed as he scribbles furiously in a notepad, chewing the end of a pen until his lips are stained blue.

“Hey Eddie.” Dustin approaches, unsettled by this Eddie, who looks calmest he’s been since he awoke. Eddie offers his friend a small smile,

“I’ve been an asshole lately haven’t I?”

“Well… you haven’t been the friendliest…” Dustin offers, far more graciously than Eddie could ever think he deserves.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing personal. It’s just been kinda stressful being cooped up here.”

Dustin nods and shrugs the apology off, he understood Eddie, he didn’t need the apology.

“Listen, I’ve got another favour I need from you, okay?” Eddie looks a little uncomfortable, like he’s afraid he’ll be asking too much.

“That depends on what it is…”

“There’s a girl,” 

Dustin interjects, “Yeah? That’s Robin, oh my god are you okay? Did you lose your memory?!”

Eddie bites back a laugh, “Okay, not Robin.” Dustin opens his mouth, “And not Nancy either. My memory is just fine.”

Dustin frowns, “Then who’s the girl? You don’t talk to girls! You barely look at girls!”

Finally, you are granted sweet freedom from your mother’s ideas, you get into the car with her and give her instructions to your next destination. She purses her lips disapprovingly but this was part of the bargain of getting you out of the house. 

You pull up at the trailer park a few minutes later, you rummage in your purse for the directions Wayne had given you, this park wasn’t laid out as simply as Forest Hills and you wonder if it might have been easier to have asked him to draw you a map.

Finally you find yourself at Wayne’s trailer, and once you’re invited in you recognise the smell of cigarettes that Wayne smokes and Eddie steals from him. But the scent is lacking, it feels like a gut punch when you register that the reason the smell is lacking is because there’s no “Eddie” smell. 

Wayne notices this, “It doesn’t feel right without him, does it?” You shake your head, sniffing back tears, determined not to cry this time.

“Okay, well let's not be miserable bastards here. I’m taking you and my future great-niece or nephew out for lunch.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to, I know you must be tired from working.”

“It’s not like I sleep much anyway kid, come on.”

Wayne won’t take no for an answer as he leads you out of the trailer, he shuts down your protests in the car with a simple,

“It’s what Eddie would want. He’d want someone to look out for you, the both of you.” You slump back, he’s got you there. You arrive at a nearby diner, where you’re instructed to order whatever looks good, Wayne himself opting for a burger and black coffee before excusing himself to the restroom.

When your order arrives Wayne quirks an eyebrow,

“So those pregnancy cravings are kicking in right about now?” 

You follow his gaze to the extra 5 pickles you requested on the side of your burger in place of a salad, and laugh,

“What gave me away?” 

You and Wayne spend the hour in your booth, Wayne telling you stories about how much of a monster Eddie was as a child, and you listening, understanding, and loving Eddie all the more for the stories Wayne shared. Though your favorite had to be how Eddie tried to sneak into the trailer while ditching school, Wayne had sat on the sofa and watched for a good 15 minutes as Eddie tried to pick the lock before deciding to open it for him, making the young boy jump out of his skin while Wayne just laughed.

“‘Course that was before he came to live with me.”

“Eddie, are you sure there’s no head injury that the doctors need to know about?”

“No, Dustin, I’m fine.” Eddie is a little frustrated, this back and forth has been going for a while now, and it's becoming almost insulting.

“Okay because what you’re saying is a little,” Dustin pauses to shrug and purses his lips, “A little unbelievable.”

“Oh sure, people floating in mid air, a tentacled dust monster, fuckin’ demon bats trying to eat me alive that’s all fine and believable. But me having a girlfriend? That’s the part you’re struggling with?” There’s a tiny hint of teasing in Eddie’s tone, not trying to upset Dustin.

“No, it's not the girlfriend part I’m struggling with. It’s the part where your girlfriend is not only a cheerleader but also pretty much the meanest one, who looks at you like she wants to kill you.” Dustin can recall at least 5 different occasions on different days where your glare at Eddie had chilled him to the bone, and he wasn’t even the intended recipient.

“Hey, kill and kiss are only one letter apart.” 

Dustin snorts, 

“And besides,” Eddie adds, “Maybe I like the mean ones, especially when the mean ones are so very hot.”

“Too much info dude.” Dustin screws his face up, a little grossed out. He goes to ask a question but Eddie gestures for him to be quiet as they hear footsteps approaching the door. They both tense up, half expecting police officers to come busting through, they are relieved when Steve appears, frowns now deep set in his forehead.

“Busy day at the office?” Eddie jokes, hoping to ease some of those wrinkles.

“Sure, Family Video is doing great, cracks to hell really boost sales.” Steve drawls sarcastically,

“Well, get this Steve. Eddie has a girlfriend.” Dustin receives a swift, soft, slap on the arm for this.

“This is no time for jokes, Dustin.” Steve shakes his head at Dustin, disappointed mother hen written all over his face.

“Okay fuck both of you guys.” There’s no malice in Eddie’s tone. Even he has to admit it’s a little funny. The back and forth continues for a little, boosting the mood in the room.

Eddie eventually returns to his notebook, his 5th attempt now to explain to you why he's leaving. How sorry he is. How he wants you to move on because you could do so much better than him. He figured it would be easy enough to do it this way, not have to stare into your eyes as he breaks your heart. He's not relishing in this, truthfully it's tearing him up on a level about on par with those bats, but he can't bear the thought of you looking at him with any kind of pity, or staying with him because you feel bad for the poor maimed freak. 

He stops writing again, furious scribbling over his words. Either way he handles this it's going to be shit. He could let you think he's dead, that would give you closure, but then what happens years down the line when you bump into him in a grocery store? This option, telling you the truth, is equally shit. Tell you that he's alive, and so in love with you that he would gladly drag his balls through broken glass if you'd just ask, but that he can't be with you because he's terrified he'll put you in harm's way. Terrified he is somehow compromised by rabid demobat bites. Terrified that even if that's not the case that he'll just end up like his father, that'll he be a mean drunk, a shitty husband.

Nancy is trudging alongside one of the large fissures, having followed it from its origin at Eddie’s trailer, right to the centre of town. Her toes aching in too-tight boots, counting every step she takes, trying to see if the cracks had got bigger, or changed in any way. As far as she could see, they remained unchanged. She's not sure which would be more disturbing, the cracks seemingly lying dormant, or the cracks getting bigger.

Robin had volunteered to come along and "help" but the help Robin was currently providing was limited to freaking out about whether or not Vickie had been flirting with her when she pointed out her laces were undone. Some things never change, Nancy mused as she peered down into the crack, certain she had heard a faint chittering emanating from there once Robin had stopped for a breath. When Robin's spiel didn't restart once she had her breath back, Nancy glanced up at her face.

Robin had heard it too.

"That's… that's not good is it?"

Nancy shakes her head, patting her waist to check her revolver is still by her side. The chittering gets louder, but it becomes clear that whatever is making the noise is on its own. And then it all goes silent, deathly silent, so silent that Nancy can hear her own heart beating in her head.

Silent until a bat rips through the fissure, screeching, Robin’s reaction stuns Nancy into silence, seemingly without thought, Robin grabs hold of the bat and snaps its head in one clean motion.

"Thanks." Nancy smiles wryly as Robin drops the bat back into the fissure.

"Son of a bitch tried to eat our friend." Nancy nods at this, shivering as the image of Eddie covered in so much blood comes to mind, she shakes her head as though she’s trying to forcibly shake the image from her memory.

"We need to tell Steve about this, we know we injured Vecna and it's only a matter of time before he's back to full strength. The bat could have been a message."

You had never known Nancy Wheeler or Robin Buckley to be close friends, or even acquaintances, so it seems a little odd to you, as you peer from the window of Wayne's car, that they would be involved in what looked to be a very intense conversation as they stood over one of the fissures the earthquake had caused. 

"I wonder if they're secretly dating." You muse as the car passes them. 

Wayne had insisted on driving you home from lunch, saying he didn't want to put your mother out by having her come to collect you. The drive is fairly quick, most of the Hawkins residents who remained were now familiar with the various diversions around the town to avoid the worst of the damage. You're grateful for that, you had seen some of the worst of it, and knowing that Eddie's body, having been deemed unrecoverable, was lying somewhere in that wreckage was too much to bear. 

Once you are home, Wayne gives you a small wave and heads home, you catch him yawning as he reverses, confirming your suspicion that he had stayed up to take you out for lunch. You drudge up the stairs, after a small exchange with your mother, and head to bed, ready for a food coma nap. You've taken to wearing Eddie's shirts to bed, there's the faintest trace of his smell still on them, which is either a testament to your pregnancy nose or just how ingrained the smell is into his shirts. Or both. 

You sink under covers, wrapped in a shirt that smells like Eddie, you lull yourself to sleep with the thought of Eddie beside you, nose buried in your hair, arms holding you flush to his body. For once it is a dreamless sleep you fall into, waking up when you hear the sound of your closet being opened. Your mother is trying to put your laundry away as quietly as she can and failing. You grumble slightly as you stretch out, feeling cool air hit your feet as they leave the warmth of your bed covers. 

“Sorry.” 

“ ‘s okay, can’t sleep too much now or I won’t sleep tonight.”

Your mother perches on the end of your bed,

“Can I ask you something?” You nod, fisting sleep out of your eyes. “How come you don’t see your friends anymore?”

You chew your lip, unsure of how to answer,

"Sweetheart, I know you’re grieving. And I know that it's not the same for them, but they lost Chrissy, same as you did. It might be helpful for you to spend time with them, to grieve with them.”

“I’ll try.” Your mother smiles and pats your leg under the covers,

“Thatta girl.”

[justmeinadaze]

Unattainable Part XIII (Eddie X Theater Girl)

A/N: I am going to go cry now lol I do have one future idea for these 2 but I'm going to wait awhile before I write that. I attached a playlist of some songs got me thinking about them when I was working WISHING I was writing instead lol To all the people that said that they understood and related to Theater Girl...you are loved and beautiful. I hope you find (or found) the happiness that she herself was searching for <3 Warnings: Trauma mentions with Theater Girls parents. Mentions of alcoholism and treatment. Eddie and Theater girl being cute. Word Count: 3053

I dance on my toes outside of Ms. O’Donnell’s classroom waiting for the period to end. The bell rings as kids swarm outside into the hall. I see the familiar Dio vest and pull the leather clad arm it belongs to.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie shrieks as he stumbles into me. I giggle, pulling him down for a quick kiss. 

“So?”

“So what?”

“Don’t you do that, Eddie Munson!” I shout after him as he starts walking down the hall towards his locker. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my lady.” I can hear the playful tone in his voice. 

“Eddie! I’m the actor not you. Come on now. I’ve been waiting forever!”

He furrows his eyebrows as he sucks in his bottom lip. “Oh! You’re talking about the final I took?” He reaches into his jacket pocket and unfolds a piece of paper, holding it up proudly. “I got a C-.”

I squeal with delight as I jump into his arms wrapping my arms and legs around him. “Oh my god, baby! I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it!”

“It’s all because of you. You helped me study and stuff.”

“Eddie, you did this. This was all you.” He guides me back to my feet, kissing my forehead. 

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“Hey.” My mother says softly from my door frame. “Eddie’s here to pick you up.” I thank her as I get up to grab my purse and take one last look in the mirror. Eddie and I were going to the annual end of the year party hosted by one of the seniors. Everyone was supposed to be there and even though he wasn’t a fan of that particular environment, Eddie wanted to hang out with his friends as much as possible before we left Hawkins. 

“I may not be home when you get back. I’m supposed to meet with a sponsor tonight and I have no idea how any of that works.” I gently smile at her admission. 

Since the evening with my father, she had been genuinely trying to get her act together. She started going to AA and regular therapy. She was home a lot more when she wasn’t at any of those places or work. My dad on the other hand seemed to get worse. I expected him to call constantly to try and talk to me but within the time frame of when I last saw him, he had only called once. I overheard my mother talking to him over the phone. 

“I am not telling her that, Danny. Are you kidding me? It’s her high school graduation…. No, you can break her heart if you want to but I’m done being that kind of parent.”

“You look beautiful, by the way.” She says reaching over to move a lose strand of hair behind my ear. I throw my arms around her, knocking her slightly off balance. This is new behavior for my mother that I’m praying works for her. If it doesn’t… at least I can saver it while it lasts. “Go on, now. Don’t keep him waiting.”

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Eddie cringes slightly as he stares at the house we’re parked outside of. “Of course. Of course, it had to be Jason Carver’s house.”

“Just think of it this way. This is the last time you’ll have to see people like him on a day-to-day basis. Next time you see him will be, I don’t know, ten years from now at the reunion when he’s got a beer gut, working at his dad’s shitty company, ranting about how ‘these were the days’.” 

He beams over at me as he hops down from the driver’s side and comes around to open my door. “And by then, you and I will look all badass with your Grammy and my Oscar.” I loop my arm through his as we walk towards the party. “Everyone will be super jealous of the Freak and the Theater Geek.”

Eddie throws his head back as he cackles. “I think you just found the title for your autobiography!”

When we enter through the front door everything is already in full swing. Kids are drinking and dancing while others huddle within their cliques talking about futures they are ready to begin. Eddie finds his other Hellfire club seniors poolside by the keg and detaches from me to go join them. I find a couple of my theater friends and we sit on a few of the lawn chairs outside. I feel Eddie’s eyes occasionally checking in on me to make sure I’m ok, my knight in shining armor. 

After about an hour of mingling I notice the cup in my hand is empty. “I’m going to get some more. You guys, want anything?”

“Hey, would you mind running inside and grabbing one of those wine coolers from the fridge? I just love those.” My friend grins up at me as she puts her palms together as if she’s praying. I smile at her as I nod and make my way inside. 

Before I make it into the massive kitchen, someone grabs my wrist pulling me away. I look up to see Eddie’s wavy mane bouncing as we run up a flight of stairs. He places his index finger over his mouth in a shushing motion as he opens the door to a bedroom and guides me in with his hand on my lower back.

“Eddie!” I whisper as I giggle at him. “What are you doing?”

He locks the door behind him and leans down to gently kiss my lips. “I thought I’d give you a glimpse into 10 years from now.” 

“Aw, Eddie. That’s so gross.” I bat my eyes playfully at him as he sticks his tongue out at me. “This must be his parent’s room.” We start to wonder through taking in the surrounding. 

“Either that or a home for a small family. Jesus, this room is huge.”

“You think that’s huge? Look at this bathroom!” 

Eddie walked past me towards the walk-in closet. “Who even needs all the stuff?” He lets out a breathy laugh that causes me to turn my head and look at him. His face was smiling but something else shadowed over it in his eyes. I look back down towards the massive counter in front of me, reaching for the perfume, and squirting some away from my face. I lean in to sniff but pretend to start coughing. 

Eddie’s eyes glance toward me. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I wave my hand in front of my nose. “I don’t think that’s the perfume I’d wear on my husband’s big night.”

He takes a few steps out of the closet, looking at me like I’ve gone insane. “Um, did you get married between the bedroom door and the bathroom counter?”

I playfully look towards the ceiling as I pout my lips. “No. No, no.” I turn back towards the mirror and pretend to play with my hair. “You see, my husband is a famous guitarist. I’m sure you’ve heard of his band, Corroded Coffin?” I look at him through the mirror as slow grin spread across his face. 

“Actually, no, I don’t think I have.”, he plays along, crossing his arms as he takes a few steps towards me.

I dramatically gasp, “Sir! Well, then let me tell you, you are missing out. Their last single reached number 1! It’s amazing. I love it.” I gesture towards him. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m married to a member.”

Eddie comes up beside me and leans his back against the counter. I can see through his reflection that he’s looking down at me but I pretend not to notice. 

“And what about you, miss? How did a gorgeous, award winning, number one movie in America actress come to be with a heathen like that?” He paints the picture with his hands before intertwining them in front of him. 

“Sir! First of all, he is NOT a heathen. A dork maybe but…” He chuckles as he nods. “I remember the first time I saw him he was playing this really confusing game called Dungeons and Dragons.” I grab his arm. “Have you ever heard of it?”

“I know a thing or two.”

“Good because I don’t get a damn thing no matter how hard he tries to explain it. Anyway, I was staying late after school one night rehearsing and I heard these voices screaming at the top of their lungs ‘TO THE DEATH’.” I mimic them as I watch the side Eddie’s face in the mirror as he watches me. “Then this crazy man jumped on his throne style chair and was just so into what he was doing with his friends.” I smile at the memory. “I’d never seen anyone like him before. I was so jealous of his passion. The only thing I had ever been excited about was pretending to be someone I wasn’t for a couple of hours.” I feel my mind start to drift and I reel it back in. “Then the asshole ran into me knocking me over!”

Eddie’s fingers grab my shoulder and gently turn me to face him. “I didn’t know you saw all of that.”

“I did. I was behind the curtain. You, uh, you were very mesmerizing. And that was just from behind! When you looked at me with those beautiful eyes…” I shrug as I shake my head. “Ok! No more cute crap.” I giggle as I started to move for the bedroom but Eddie’s hand pulled me back towards him. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me on to the counter. 

“I know you like to pretend you’re not into the romantic gestures and all that ‘cute crap’ but I also know why you do.” He cups my face into his hands. “Now, no scrunched-up faces, no sass. Baby, I love you. You are amazing and beautiful. I’m glad you stalked me.” My face starts to turn as I laugh but he holds me firm in my place. “Ah! This is serious!” He grins as he drops his hands to my sides. 

“I love you.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m glad you stalked me to. To be fair though, MY stalking was more effective. I mean I got your number in 24hrs. You said you first saw me two years ago so—”

He cuts me off with a kiss and I smile against his lips. “So, are you going to make love to me now on the bathroom counter or do I have to wait another few years?”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he starts to turn away. “I don’t know with that attitude—” I pull on his leather jacket bringing him back to me. He giggles in his throat as I let out a soft moan when I feel one of his hands glide up my thigh into my skirt. His fingers graze against the outside of my panties and he groans when he feels how wet they are. 

“Eddie, please.” His lips travel down my cheek to the side of my neck. 

“Oh no, babe. Right now, I’m Eddie the Grammy winning rockstar and you’re the award-winning actress.” His fingers slide behind the cotton blocking my center and runs them over my clit. I try to lean my forehead against him but he moves back slightly out of my reach as his other hand lightly grips my chin turning me to look directly at him. “So Miss, how do you want me?” Eddie’s fingers shift back down my core as he pushes two fingers into my entrance.

My hands fly out and grab his waist pulling him forward which he allows. “Do you want soft and romantic?” His fingers begin pumping slowly into me. “Or do you want it hard…and…rough?” Between every word he thrust his digits harder into me as I cried out. “I’m fine with either one.” His forehead connected with mine as I looked up into his brown eyes. “I just want you.”

I grabbed the back of his head and smashed my mouth to his. When his tongue caressed mine, I pull him back as I licked my lips.

“I want you to fuck me like a rockstar.” 

Eddie growled pulling me off the counter, spinning me around to face the mirror. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and removed my underwear, throwing it into the void of the room. I watched him as he dug into his pocket and threw a condom on the counter as he quickly reached to unbuckle his belt. I grabbed the wrapper, tearing it open, and handing it over my shoulder to him. He kissed my shoulder as he took it from my hand and put it on. 

He reached down and lifted my left leg on to the bathroom counter. Eddie ran his cock between my slippery folds before pushing aggressively into my cunt. His arms wrap around to my front as he leaned against my back thrusting into me harder than he ever had before. My hand smacked against the mirror for leverage as I tried not to scream about how fantastic he felt. Eddie’s pace slowed but the intensity remained as he straightened his back, bringing me up with him. 

“I just realized something. Open your eyes.”

“I….I don’t know if I can. Fuck.” I whimper as I lean back against his chest. “You feel so good.”

Eddie gently grabs my jaw, centering my head. “You can do it, baby. Please.” My eyes open and meet his own looking at my reflection. “You finally get to see what I see when you cum. How fucking beautiful you look.” I watch as he licks his hand reaches down to rub fast circles on my clit. “Fuck, you feel amazing and taking me so well. Look at you. Look how gorgeous you look like this.”

The words he was grunting into my ear was enough to push me over the edge. I felt my pussy start clenching around his cock. His hand returned to my jaw. “No baby. No. Don’t close your eyes. Open them.” My body shock as I watched myself climax. My leg fell off the counter and Eddie’s arms immediately wrapped around me, keeping me steady. I placed my own over his as he started thrusting into me rapidly. His eyes locked with mine in the mirror as his hips slowed and after a couple of hard pumps, spilled into the condom.  

He delicately pulled his cock out of my hole and with one arm still holding me, he pulled off the condom and threw it in the tiny trashcan. 

“I’m going to let you go, ok?” I nodded as his arm released me and he gripped my sides turning me around to face him. Eddie pulled up his pants, buttoning them, as he went on the search for my panties. As I was pulling down my skirt, he reappeared with them, displaying them in his hand. I grinned as I took them from him and shoved them in his jacket pocket. 

“Here you go, rockstar.”

He laughed as he pulled me in for a hug. I could live in this man’s arms forever. I didn’t need a fancy house or a flashy career. This is exactly where I wanted to be. 

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Eddie’s howls could be heard over the clapping as I walked across the stage to accept my diploma. I, on the other hand, barely got a chance to because as soon as Principal Higgins begrudging handed him is, Eddie quickly pulled it away and ran off stage giving our principal the finger. 

I shook my head at him when I found him after the ceremony near the front of the school. He cackled wickedly. “Ah haha! It’s mine now!” He tackled me, planted a kiss on my cheek. 

“Hey kids.” My mom’s voice was soft as she stepped forward, Wayne trailing behind. 

“Really, Ed?” Eddie gave him a faux confused look like he had no idea what he was talking about. His uncle pat his shoulder and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m proud of you, Kid.”

His nephew thanked him as Wayne bent down to give me a much softer hug. “I’m sorry your dad couldn’t make it but, you know, I’M proud of you to.”

“Do you guys want a picture?” My mother asks as Wayne backs out of frame. “Ok, smile!”

Eddie pulls me to his side as I stick my tongue out and he holds up the rock and roll symbol. Wayne rolls his eyes as he laughs to himself. My mom grins showing her all her teeth. That was the first time I saw her genuinely laugh in such a long time. Eddie leaves my side, walking over to her, and gives her a hug of his own. I watch as her hands hover for a moment before resting on his back. 

He pulls away, placing his hands on her shoulders. “I’m proud of you to.” Eddie gives her a polite smile and as he turns back towards me, I see her grin to herself. 

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“Sweetheart, it’s ok.”

“I know it’s ok. I’m fine. I’m just… I can’t believe it’s finally happening.” 

Eddie reaches for my hand as we wait for the attendant to call our number for our flight. It had been 2 months since graduation and it felt like everything happened so quickly. We found an apartment near the school and Eddie found a job at a music store that sells instruments. We packed everything which for both of us wasn’t much and then spent any remaining time we had in Hawkins with our friends having fun. 

“I know. I’m excited.”

“Are you not nervous at all?”

He slides his arm around my shoulders. “Of course, I am but I’m with you. I’m safe, right?”

I cup his cheek in my hand and guide him down to my lips. “Always, my knight in shining armor.”

Eddie looks to the ceiling as our seat numbers are called. He animatedly jumps to his feet and extends his arm out towards me. “Come, my lady. Onward towards the rest of our lives.”

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