#itd certainly be something i could put in

[chelseeebe]

jinx

18+ mdni. no smut but eddie is a grade a asshole to poor reader. mentions of weed and alcohol throughout. eddie munson x fem reader.

a/n: first off, anon i am sooo sooooo sorry it has taken me this long to fulfill your request!! i absolutely loved this request and am absolutely honoured that you came to me for it<33 i hope i've done it justice and that you still care to read this:') side note, i've updated my masterlist as i have slacked a bit but everything should be on there now ^.^

love me some chelseeebe angst—imagine fuckboy!eddie plays at the hideout right like regularly. reader starts frequenting his show days bc she likes him obviously but he starts noticing something. every time she comes in, something goes wrong. either he messes up a chord or cant see to flirt properly therefore no one ends up warming his bed as of late or something of the sort

his immediate first thought is ‘she’s a jinx!!!’ bc what other explanation could there be in his boy brain??? so he asks her to stop coming in. she does and yet he continues to mess up bc all he can think abt is her.

itd be so sexy if u added a moment of realization/angry love confession where in the middle of him being like you’ve bewitched me or something!!! he realizes hes the one obsessed with her.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

the party hums on in the background, a small group gathered outside to rob eddie blind, smoking away his entire supply. 

robin giggles nonsensically into steve’s shoulder, too high for her own good. 

“if you’re gonna smoke all my shit, the least you can do is come watch us tomorrow,” eddie had been nagging his friends to come down the hideout for months. they’d gathered a solid crowd now, not much but it was a start. 

robin groans, nancy and jonathan shift in their seats, steve can barely muster enough energy to reply and argyle snores. hardly enthusiastic about his dreams. 

“i’ll come,” you offer, bright-eyed as you smile politely at him from the floor. 

a friend of a friend, someone robin met in class and had dutifully introduced to the group. he didn’t know you well, nor had he ever really cared to. 

“i don’t think you’d like it, sweetheart” eddie retorts, flattered that you’d try and spare his feelings but he didn’t need your pity. 

“why? you can’t be that bad,” chuckling quietly to yourself. 

his eyes narrow, scoffing, “we’re not,” misunderstanding, or maybe just not caring to humour you back, “come if you want,” he shrugs nonchalantly, not as if any of his friends had offered to attend. 

“okay,” nodding along, “i will.” 

“alright,” turning his attention back to the embering joint glued to argyles fingers. 

who cares if you come? eddie certainly doesn’t. 

-

sure enough, the same couple dozen old drunks fill the bar, their glossy, zombie-like eyes stare back at him from the floor. he’d complain but beggars can’t be choosers and all that. 

they’re partway through the second song when something reflects in his eye, a low-cut sequinned top that would definitely look better on the floor of his van. 

it’s only when his eyes travel up that he realises it’s you who’s wearing that shirt, already looking straight back at him. a newfound look about you, thick lines of black line your eyes, worlds apart from the mousy girl who’d invited herself last night. 

“and we’re-,” he sings, an abrupt case of dry mouth as the next line struggles to come out, “we’re.. uh,” the entire song erased from his memory within seconds. 

he steps back from the mic, blinking rapidly in an attempt to trigger his voice though all he can see is you and that ridiculous top. 

gareth’s head whips round, still strumming along before picking up eddie’s slack, continuing the lyrics on his own, not without a damning glare in eddie’s direction. 

holy fuck. 

he’s just, taken aback, that’s all. shocked that you’d even bother to come, less so put the effort in to actually look the part too. 

his eyes don’t leave the back wall for the rest of the gig, practically stumbling through all of the songs as his head threatens to wander. trailing back to you only as they finish, walking off stage to down the harshest whisky the bar would allow. 

you saunter over a couple minutes later, while eddie tries his hardest not to stare right down your shirt. he’s not certain that he won’t choke on his words if you speak to him. 

“you were really good tonight,” you assure, smiling softly as his band mate turns to gawp. 

“uh, yeah.. thanks,” eddie fumbles, gripping the neck of his beer bottle, “thanks for coming.” 

there’s an aura surrounding you, like a wretched spell you’d evoked in him, turning him to a bumbling fool. 

“i’m gonna head out..” gesturing to the door, “see you around,” waving your fingers coyly at him before disappearing. 

his eyes linger at the door, wondering if maybe you’ll turn around and come back. not that he wants that. just curious as to why you’d come out just to see him play. 

“now who the hell was that?” jeff ogles, receiving a swift elbow to the ribs from eddie and a loud oof as he clutches his side. 

“a friend of a friend,” brushing him off, “don’t be weird about it,” jumping the gun to squash any sorts of ideas festering in his mind. 

“you’re the only one being weird about it,” jeff retorts, grabbing his beer and shuffling off. 

“i’m not being weird,” eddie calls from behind, “i’m not!” 

okay maybe he was being a little weird. 

who cares? 

definitely not eddie. 

-

this week, he feels more prepared to see you nodding along in the crowd, robin had joined you albeit looking less than impressed. 

eddie’s killing it, at least he thinks. avoiding looking anywhere in your direction, keeping his gaze on the stumbling drunk at the back instead. 

but the thoughts of you can’t help but creep into his mind, were you enjoying it? do you think he’s bad? why does he even care so much? 

his hand slides down the neck of the guitar, playing the wrong chord entirely, his fingers curating a mind of their own. 

fuck fuck fuck. 

why does this keep happening? 

gareth glares at him again, he had never been so frustrated with his idiot bandmate in his life. sure eddie liked to dick around in rehearsal but never on stage. 

if eddie ever wanted a career in music, he needed to get a monumental grip on himself. weird girls he barely knew should not have the capacity to ruin his career. 

after they clamber off stage, eddie makes a point of not going over to the two of you. no, you can come to him. 

though he wishes you’d just be a little faster at it if he’s honest. too busy squished into a booth with one of the younger regulars to care about him. 

heat rises in his chest, searing his cheeks a bright rouge, “-who is that?” gareth interrupts, bumping into his arm. 

“who’s who?” eddie coughs, clearing his throat as his eyes snap back. 

“that girl you’ve been staring at,” peering across the room to get a glimpse. 

“i’m not staring at anyone,” abruptly turning his head in the opposite direction, proving to himself that he wasn’t staring, not really. 

“you’re a liar,” gareth calls him on his bullshit immediately, “go talk to her! she’s hot,” scooting his friend along. 

“no she’s not,” you looked good tonight, he’d give you that, “can everyone please just stop being weird about this? first jeff- now you? honestly, i don’t get it,” working himself into a frenzy over what really was nothing. 

gareth’s eyes widen, scoffing at his melodramatic performance, “alright man.. calm down,” shaking his head in mild disgust. 

eddie was totally calm, you know, apart from his heart pounding in his chest. 

nothing major. 

-

filthy, downright pornographic sounds fill his cramped van, certain that it was rocking side to side with the utter obscenity happening in the back. 

chloe sits atop of his lap, tongues dancing around one another as she glides her hips back and forth. she was a regular, slightly older than eddie, at least he thinks, they’d made eyes a few times but only tonight had he gathered the courage to go and speak to her. 

any other time, eddie would be rock solid, pinning her down and fucking her into the dusty floor. today, it’s just not happening. 

his mind elsewhere, too preoccupied with nonsense to appreciate the opportunity at hand. 

he's thinking about you and the fact you’d left the bar without ever coming over to him tonight. what the fuck was that about? 

had he done something wrong? 

he breaks apart from her mouth, heaving into the tiny gap between them, “i don’t know what’s going on..” he chuckles awkwardly, looking down at his useless dick, “normally something happens by now..” 

she frowns, deep-set, showing her age more than before, “oh.” 

he reaches down, furiously palming his cock through his jeans. 

nothing. not even a twitch. 

he wants to curl up and die. never in his three years of actually getting laid has this ever happened. eddie got hard at the drop of a pin, he’d only have to think about boobs and his jeans would shift. 

so why the fuck wasn’t it working tonight?

“i’m gonna go,” chloe scowls, clambering over his legs, gathering her bag while not even attempting to hide her disappointment. 

eddie shoots up, pathetically crawling after her, desperate not to let her go. 

“it’s not me!” he screams out, watching helplessly as she crawls out of the van, “it’s you!”

no. 

“wait no! shit, that’s not what i meant,” peeking out of the van to find the empty parking lot, zero women to be found, “fuck sake.” 

left to wallow in his self-pity, alone, in the back of his dirty van. 

just as he deserved. 

if this was some karmic intervention, telling him to be a better person, he certainly wasn’t paying it any attention. 

-

another party meant another night of eddie trying to understand why the hell you had such an effect on him. 

it’s not even like you’re doing anything particularly riveting, sat with your drink in hand, nodding along to robin’s story. 

he can’t stand it. 

you have to go. 

maybe not like that, but he had to put some distance between you. there’s no way he could keep his sanity while you were still a constant in his life. 

eddie sidles over, feeling like the smartest guy in the room. he could do this, separate himself from you and your clutches and go back to playing as he once did. 

you smile upon him appearing, sickly and sweet. it makes his heart thump in the weirdest way. 

“oh.. hey,” playing this entirely nonchalantly, “i just thought i’d let you know that we’re not playing next week,” lying through his teeth, guilt ridden but really, it was necessary if he wanted to play a gig without fucking up the entire time. 

“oh,” sounding somewhat disappointed, “okay.. how come?” 

shit. 

he can’t think of a single valid reason as to why they wouldn’t be playing. 

“jeff’s sick.. real bad,” feeling even more guilty for lying about his friends health, wondering if he’s cursing jeff as you did him, “might even be a couple weeks off at this point.”

eddie was a terrible person. 

but so were you. 

bewitching him under some spell, forcing him to play terribly and embarrass himself in front of women 

you’ve jinxed him. a bad omen cursing him to play like a fucking amateur. that’s the only logical explanation his pea brain can conjure up anyway. 

that meant you had to stay away from the shows, from him preferably. 

he couldn’t understand why you have this effect on him, why your mere presence has him becoming a floundering fool. you don’t intimidate him, not even close. 

it’s almost as if he cares too much about what you think, to the extent that he overthinks it so hard that he fucks up. 

a curse that could only be broken with some distance between you. that way he could focus on the show instead of you and your doe eyes reflecting off of the stage lights. 

that’s what he’s praying for anyway. 

-

eddie despises wednesday’s. itching to get his classes over and done with so he can get his small taste of stardom on that tiny hideout stage. 

at some point over the last few weeks of you being an omnipotent presence in his life, he’d grown accustomed to crossing paths with you before the gig. 

crossing campus with your chin tucked down, arms wrapped tight around your books. typically only sharing a smile or a short nod. 

but this week you saunter over, resembling a frightened deer even more than usual. 

he pulls his headphone from his ear, anticipating whatever nonsensical, vaguely cute thing you were going to say. 

“hey,” he nods, a coy smile. 

even now you have his palms sweating, overthinking whether he should’ve said hi or hello instead. 

“you didn’t have to lie to me,” you start, brows furrowed, “it’s fine if you don’t want me to go to your gigs anymore, i don’t care,” a disappointed frown plaguing your normally cheerful face. “i thought i liked you eddie, really- but i don’t know anymore.. you’re not a good person.” 

you turn to walk off before he can even compute your words. 

oh shit. 

“wait!” he calls but it’s useless, “i didn’t- i wasn’t- fuck.”

it was unthinkably cruel, he didn’t think you’d ever find out. and maybe that was his problem, assuming you didn’t care enough to find out. 

guilt addles his chest, weighing heavy on his heart. for good reason too. 

eddie was an asshole. a true, grade-a asshole that wayne would positively despise him for. 

wait wait wait. 

you liked him? 

you liked him?

absolutely not. no way. that wasn’t what this was about.

or it’s not supposed to be. 

no, this was some adolescent feud, a confusing, one-sided, friendship that he couldn’t get a grip on. 

you didn’t like him. girls like you weren’t supposed to. 

-

it’s not at all surprising that he plays like absolute shit tonight too. 

guilt ridden for forcing your hand, for making you look at him like that. as if he were the worst person to walk the earth. 

shit, maybe he was. 

kind hearted people didn’t lie and deceive. no, kind hearted people came to gigs they obviously didn’t give a shit about. kind hearted people feigned interest in boring spiel about weed strains and whatever the fuck else eddie jabbered on about at parties. 

you, you were kind. kinder than he deserved. 

gareth slaps him harshly on the back the second they’re back behind the curtain, a scornful yet pitying scowl on his face, “look man,” he begins, “i dunno what’s going on with you but i don’t know how much longer they’re gonna let us play here if you keep playing like that.”

eddie sighs, because he knows this. he’s well aware that his performances have been lacklustre for weeks now. he just doesn’t really understand why. 

at first he thought it was just because you were there, a distance friend who would feed back to his friends about how good, or bad, he was. 

but that wasn’t it. 

you were there, and then you weren’t. and he still played like shit. 

somewhere entangled deep within his wretched heart, he thinks that maybe he just wanted to impress you. 

a nice girl, cares about her studies way more than he does, pretty too and you didn’t look at him like he was just some out of touch stoner with crazy dreams of his band getting big. 

you were polite, listening to his wacky stories and dreams of playing for thousands, in fact, you encouraged them, more than his friends ever had for sure. 

eddie’s not sure if, or how, he’ll ever be able to make amends for how he’s treated you. 

-

he’s making himself sick with worry. guilt wracking his brain. 

you don’t turn up that night, obviously. 

eddie’s eyes mindlessly search the crowd for any hint of you. his fingers failing to correspond with the rest of band, always playing a beat behind. 

you had infected him, ruined his once masterful skill to just a shell of what it once was. 

he doesn’t lay opportunity for the boys to speak to him again, rushing out of the bar as soon as his guitar is back in her case. 

there’s only one place he can think about going. 

a few months back, you’d hosted robin’s birthday party there and eddie had disgraced your bathroom with a girl he can’t even remember now. 

his fist bangs on the door, hoping the light in the upstairs window was you and not one of your roommates he’d have to shamefully apologise to. 

the orange light cascades over your face, peeking out from the barely cracked door with a frown that would scare any man off. 

“what’re you doing?” you spit, looking backwards in hopes he hadn’t woken the entire house up. 

“listen,” he sighs, “i’m real sorry about.. you know, lying to you,” his shoulders slumped over themselves, “but i just- i can’t fucking play when you’re there, can’t play when you’re not,” sounding utterly pathetic, begging for you to cure him from this sudden sickness. “i don’t know what to do anymore,” dragging his hand over his face. 

rightfully earning his spot as the worlds biggest fucking loser, stood on your doorstep begging for an answer. 

when he opens his eyes enough to look at you, you’re scowling back at him. nothing like how he had planned this situation in his head. 

he’d hoped that miraculously you’d understand, accept his apology and somehow still feel the same as you had. 

because that was it, really. 

too terrified to face the fact that he liked you too. 

somewhere in his heart of hearts he’d known it from the start. that’s why his heart fluttered when you’d volunteered to come or why he’d struggled to even touch anyone else. 

“what do you want me to say?” shrugging, “i won’t come back, that’s fine,” he wishes you’d just follow the script he’d curated for you. 

eddie doesn’t want you to stop coming, he never had. it’s killing him that you even believed that, twisting the knife in his chest further and further the more your bottom lip juts out and your eyes water. 

“actually, maybe it’s best if we don’t talk anymore,” you suggest, throwing him completely off kilter. 

woah. 

that wasn’t at all what he wanted nor was he trying to say. he just couldn’t gather the actual words he needed to express that to you. 

petrified that he’d admit to his feelings and you’d just turn around and laugh, how could someone like you ever like such a cruel man? 

“wait no, that’s not what i meant-,” bargaining with you for a little time to explain himself, though you definitely didn’t owe him any.

“-thanks for coming eddie, i’ll see you around,” flashing him a crestfallen smile before abruptly closing the door in his face. 

-

public humiliation was truly the only way eddie could think to make it up to you. 

well that and maybe a little big nudge from robin. 

he’d rather stupidly asked about you on saturday night, confused why you weren’t there alongside robin, who had very quickly got him in check. 

“why do you think dumbass?” she snapped, snarling her teeth at him, “you were an asshole and now she’s doesn’t want to come anymore,” her glare powerful and harsh, "i'd say you were lucky she didn't punch you in the face."

he’d deserve it. 

it had taken weeks of convincing to get you anywhere near the hideout again. not to mention the hundreds in free weed he’d had to bribe robin with to get her to help. 

you stand in a dark corner, hands folded against your chest, puzzled and irritated by robin’s incessant begging to get you here. 

“there’s someone here that i wanna apologise to,” his eyes don’t find you as easy this time, after weeks of missing your presence, he’s not used to you actually being in the crowd again, “if you know us, you know i can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, uh..” they find you, the lump only growing in his throat, “i’m sorry,” tunnel vision blocking out every other body in the room, “i’m really, really sorry.”

you blink, staring back at him like a deer caught in headlights. it makes him a little bit nauseous to recall how dreadfully he’d treated you, how you deserved absolutely none of it. 

your gaze lowers, and eddie can’t decide how to take it. he wouldn’t blame you if you decided to never forgive him, but he also couldn’t take it if you didn’t. 

his voice cracks a little as he speaks, “this is.. uh, we’re corroded coffin,” stepping back from the mic to gather his thoughts before the drum comes crashing in. 

-

eddie plays the best he’s potentially ever played. 

a force overcoming him to prove that he truly wasn’t as much as a loser as he’s shown himself to be.  

usually, he couldn’t wait to be off that stage and to the bar but today he’s dreading it. 

knowing that you’re somewhere out there waiting for an explanation. 

or maybe you weren’t. he wouldn’t blame you if you’d decided to leave soon after he’d embarrassed himself with that shitty apology. 

gareth runs up behind him, using his shoulders to launch himself into the air, “holy shit! that was amazing!” the boy presses a slobbery kiss to his cheek before continuing, “whatever the hell you did, keep doing it because that was insane!” running off past eddie to grab his weekly complimentary beer. 

a sudden sickness fills his stomach, slyly hoping that he could slip out of here before anyone else noticed him. 

you stand across the bar, waiting to catch his eye with your lips curled only ever-so-slightly. 

eddie’s limbs go stiff, still entranced by your jinx. by you.

your eyes trail away to the door as his follow, shuffling your way through the bustling crowd. 

his legs carry him without a second thought, out into the cool night as his eyes frantically search for you. 

he finds you perched against the crumbling stone wall a few feet from the entrance, just far enough away from the prying eyes of the smoking patrons. 

“i didn’t think you’d ever come back here,” is all he can say, feet trailing along the gravel. 

the streetlight glistens orange from your eyes, staring up at him from your perch, “i didn’t want to,” your smile only growing as he nears, “robin made me.” 

“oh,” it wasn’t as if he didn’t know that or that he didn’t orchestrated the entire thing, it just felt odd to hear it from your mouth. 

“i’m glad i came,” you clarify, allowing him to finally release the breath held tight in his chest. 

eddie dares to move closer, sitting back on the brick just inches away, “yeah?” 

you nod, the great big smile he’d forced away making a return at last, “yeah.” 

suddenly the air feels thick, it was easier apologising on stage, those people didn’t know him, they didn’t care. but now, sat here in front of you, it feels like he’s swallowing knives. 

“i’m really sorry for making you feel that way,” though it sounds meaningless now the damage was done, “i don’t know if you still care about me at all, but i- um,” his throat runs dry, clamping his eyes shut. it felt easier that way, somehow, “i think the reason why i was such.. an asshole,” the light flickers through his eyelids again, deciding that you at least deserved to see him, “fuck,” he exclaims, staring back at your confused expression. 

“it’s okay,” soothing even now, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me,” a twinge of sadness running through your tone. 

“no, no i do,” eddie persists. he’d fumbled once, he couldn’t do it again. “shit man,” he sighs, “i’m trying to tell you that i like you too, or maybe not too, i know i was an ass and i don’t deserve your forgiveness-,” your lips cuts him off mid-mumble, surging forward to press them against his blathering ones. 

he has to blink a couple times, taking in whatever the fuck was happening to him. 

you pull back, disappointed that his brain had been to fuzzy to focus on kissing you back. too preoccupied with trying not to explode and paint you in red. 

“really eddie.. it’s okay,” returning to your usual reserved self while his brain still struggles to compute. 

“can we do that again?” he asks politely, keeping the bubbling excitement to a minimum. 

you laugh, a real, throaty laugh, something he hadn’t heard in weeks, “only if you promise to stop talking,” leaning in once more, the rigid wall suddenly feeling like it was about to collapse from underneath him. 

your soft, cherry-tinted lips press against his forehead a second time, allowing him to gather his brain from a pile of mush on the floor just enough to actually kiss you back. a tender hand reaching out to caress his stubbly cheek, sending shockwaves through his limbs. 

you’re interrupted again by a loud whoop from behind, robin clapping wildly as she emerges from the bar, “now you two have kissed and made up, can we go home now?” 

[idolish7imagines]

Could I request Re:vale with a very protective reader who scares off Tsukumo by breaking a door by roundhouse kicking it then threatening him?

Re:vale with a very protective reader who scares off Tsukumo

A/N: truthfully i did NOT expect to write them this long but here you go; also reader is married to Yuki in this bc i thought itd be funnier

Yuki

Yuki wasn't rolling his eyes yet, but he was certainly getting there.

The president had stopped him right when he was about to head home for the day from a shoot, and unlucky him, the president of Tsukumo Productions was also there and decided to not only corner him in his dressing room, but chat a little bit like they were buddies.

Despite the fact in another timeline, Yuki would've already bashed him over the head with a metal bat.

They weren't talking about anything special, making him question even further why Tsukumo would waste both of their time with idle chatter truly neither of them cared for.

Until, the next statement nearly feels like he set his blood aflame.

"You know you can't hide them from the public forever, right?" The president says in a teasing tone, yet also seemed like he wasn't just pulling his leg with a meaningless joke.

"i...excuse me?" The idol blinks, now looking him straight in the eye.

Ryo lifts his hands up in sadistic joy. "Ahaha, I got the Yuki-san of Re:vale to stutter for a moment!"

Yuki bites the inside of his jaw, not even hiding his distaste for the man with his expression anymore. "Answer me."

"Why, your partner of course!--oh wait, thats the word you use to describe Momo.." He presses a finger to his lips in mockery. "Maybe I should use a different word..let's say, spouse?"

The man's brows furrow. Thoughts flooding through his mind both of wondering how he found out and not being suprised at all.

"Sorry but my spouse doesn't really like pathetic business men, so they stay far away from work, or else they'll be in the situation i'm in right now." Yuki says with a smile spitefully courteous enough to make Ryo's brow twitch.

"Is that so? They'll be a bit disappointed finding out what you get up to during the day then."

"I don't have any reason to feel guilt, unlike you."

That statement is what makes Ryo's facade drop first, eyes squinted and fists slightly lock.

"Really now?" "Really." Yuki keeps smiling. "In fact, they should be here in a moment."

As if on cue, he moves and the door behind Ryo goes flying off its hinges into the nearest couch of the dressing room.

Much to Yuki's dismay, the clicks of the door signaled Ryo to move before he wouldve gotten hit and hopefully hospitalized-

"I will not be late for our dinner just because Tsukumo wants to play games!" You bark, stomping over to your husband and taking his hand in yours.

Ryo clicks his tongue with his eyes narrowed, before trying to brush it off with a smirk.

"I wouldn't have thought you were into the feisty ones." He says.

"Well, theres' a lot you don't know about me." The idol puts a hand into his pocket. "Now if you'll excuse us, we do actually have a reservation." He says calmly.

"If I find out this happens again that door will be you." You turn to Tsukumo. "Stop talking to my husband. We don't. Like you." You firmly state.

Before he can respond, the two of you start walking out, hand in hand.

"..I love this side of you." Yuki nuzzles his head against yours, something he does when feeling more playful, despite what just happened.

"I know."

Momo

Momo regrets even telling you the address of Tsukumo's house. He did it in the name of trust, that if anything were to happen to him like before, you'd at least know his location.

The lies and misdirection was getting exhausting to keep up, and he needed someone to lean on...but he knows how you get even at the mention of the evil, sadistic president's name.

Which is what was making him at least 2x as nervous than he would be typically when having dinner with the man tonight. Even the thought of eating something he had made makes Momo's stomach turn.

On one hand, it could be poisoned, but on the other, he doubts Tsukumo would hurt his favorite 'toy' that much. Or else he wouldn't be as entertaining when he grovels.

"Something wrong with your appetite, Momo?" The man's typical cat-like grin spread across his face, seeing him all but grow visibly pale at the sight of the food.

"-ah-ahaha! No, not at all, it looks great! Maybe you could share your recipe sometime?" Back to the act. His defense mechanism.

"A good chef doesn't share his secrets!" Ryo pridefully proclaims. "Well, unless you want to give me something in return~"

Yeah, he was definitely nauseous now if he wasn't before.

"Awwww!" A dramatic pout in response. "But I couldn't possibly come up with something t-"

His phone buzzes, making both of them pause abruptly.

Momo prays silently that it isn't one of his friends, Yuki, or god forbid you. At best it'd be someone who got the wrong number.

Ryo waits a bit boredly with his hand on his cheek, waiting for the other man to be done. Almost like a child waiting for their older sibling to finish attending to something to continue their play time.

Fortunate a sight for him and far less for Momo, the idol's expression visibly changes to one of slight fear when he sees the text.

Quickly, he starts to get up, reaching for his bag and slipping his shoes back on, leaving Tsukumo befuddled.

"Momo, we're not done." He forces a smile, but there was unpleasant bass in his tone, one Momo was all too used to.

"I-i'm so sorry Ryo-san, I need to head out--ah--its an emergency!" He quickly tries to cover himself, hoping he would accept the vague excuse.

There was stomping heard outside the door and getting closer, making the president tilt his head in confusion and slight curiosity.

At first there's only a knock, which has the idol's heart pumping even harder against his chest as he's too late.

"If its room service it can wait, I'm in the middle of important business matters." Ryo says in a snooty tone. The other nearly rolls his eyes at his idea of important business matters.

Another beat of silence.

Suddenly the door shakes as a force on the other side pounds into it. Momo dodges a hinge that flies off nearly towards his face.

Another one comes swiftly after, now making it turn diagonally.

Before the third impact comes, sending it hurling towards the wall, coupled with dust rising up.

Tsukumo quickly rises from his seat, wondering who on Earth in their right mind would knock down his door.

A figure soon comes into view through all the dust, brows furrowed and quickly lunging to grab Momo's ear.

"You are coming home now!" You demand. It wasn't a hard pinch, but you did have a firm grip on his ear while your boyfriend squirmed.

"I-its not what you think, me and Tskumo are fine, nothing shady-" "Not today Momo." You bite back a bit harshely.

"My oh my, who might this be?" Ryo quickly becomes intrigued.

Momo feels like a fire may as well be lit under him if he pieces it together that you're his significant other.

"None of your business unless you keep pulling these stunts." You scowl towards him.

"Oh I see, so you've come to collect precious Momo?" He grins, unphased.

"Yes. Bye. I'm not paying for your door." Starting to drag him out, you step right over the expensive debris on the floor. You may have even knocked a vase over, but judging who it belongs to, you could care less.

Tsukumo looks at the two of you incredulously as you walk down the hall to the elevator.

Once in there, your boyfriend sits on the cold steel floor, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We are screwed, we are so screwed-" He mutters over and over, prompting you to bend down to comfort him.

"We're not screwed Momo. We just need to be assertive with him from now on. He can't just do what he wants...I..."

You pause, looking away with a few teeth gently biting your lip.

"Everyone almost lost you a while ago..because of him." You slightly hiss.

"please..just trust me? Like you said you would.." A hand reaches out to gently caress the face you adored greatly.

His fuchsia eyes peer up into yours. Hesitant, but accepting.

"..yes. I love you, (y/n)..Thank you for being here."

[yuukei-yikes]

i read ur recent shinaya future comics and like.. i can tell it seems theyre gonna get in a situationship and whatnot but also i think it would be really insane for shintaro to father ayano's baby without them ever getting together again (so he's like haha mission accomplished 🎉) but ends up starting a thing with kano somehow instead (so then he's like mission compromised😅🎉?). its crazy but it would make things more funny and convoluted when it's already super complicated. super ooc probably though LMFAO but if we want to be putting them in sitcom situations

no like. its DEFINITELY like this. i dont mind "spoiling" this because like, i have no clue how it ends and also, idk if I'll write more comics since it is all based on vibes and what i feel like drawing but im purposefully making it seem like ayano and shintaro will get together mostly bc i have. no idea where i could take it. i could take it a million different places. knowing me, kanoshin IS in the mix.

For one, if i make a next comic, it'll be a similar situation that it was in this part 2, but with ayano telling the mekatrio about it instead. and kano hmmm well he certainly! receives the information!

like ayano and shintaro... SURE they feel. a certain way towards each other. god knows what that "certain way" is. not... romance. but definitely not simply friendship. a secret third thing.

i definitely think they'd maybe kiss or something. and then look at each other like eugh why did we do that... i can even imagine them hooking up for real but its a one time thing and they both come out of it like EUUUGGHHH WHY DID WE DO THAT but get the baby👶 im not even trying to be "sexual" or anything baby making is just annoyingly involved with this who would've guessed💔 and like itd be pretty funny if they make this huuuuuge deal out of the artificial insemination thing then. it happens normal style and they hated it and dont even get back together sorry its funny. sitcom situation worthy even

these two with such complicated feelings for each other getting in this family situation... yknow!! makes them reconsider feelings. its a classic! whether they come to the same conclusion from 10 years ago or not... depends i guess. but i definitely look at their specific relationship with aroace glasses i must admit lol

at the same time, in this "storyline" where shintaro and ayano dated then broke up, shintaro ALSO had a situationship with kano at some point, post shinaya breakup. LOL. like the kanoshin is ALREADY in there. but like... is the kanoshin past... or PRESENT?? *thunder* what if there is a reason kano reacts so strongly to ayano and shintaro suddenly getting in this weird family dynamic and now possible baby planning? and what if the reason ISNT out of his over protectiveness for ayano and the typical haha i hate shintaro? what if he's... DATING shintaro during these comics ive drawn? im not hinting at anything. im genuinely asking. like idk. why not. itd be funny for sure.

SO, despite it seems that way, IF i end up making more comics of this scenario. idk if ayano and shintaro would end up together, if they get baby normal style, if shintaro says ew no im not artificially inseminating you youre crazy, if shintaro says yaaay lets do it lets go to the doctor right now, if shintaro is actually also dating or gonna be dating kano. endless possibilities. i could write you 10 seasons with filler episodes if i wished (and i do)

[thebestbooksaround]

okay, first of all, thank you for your service! your recs are amazing

i just wanted to ask if you could rec as many rewrite fics as possible? episode rewrites, season rewrites that kind of thing? and if people could keep adding on itd be great?

theyre my fav genre tbh but they can be so hard to find :(

thank you so much!!

Oh boy, I sure can Anon!

I'm going to assume you mean 9-1-1, if you meant another fandom, let me know and I'll search for those. Some of these are rewrites by proxy? As in all the events happen but some are text fics so you only hear about them. If anyone has some to add, please do!

Without further ado...

We All Fall Down by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

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glue by ProsperDemeter

“It’s just…” Connor shrugged. “No offense, man, but… you’re twenty-five. Do you really want to be spending so much time falling for a guy with a kid?”

“I’m not falling for him.”

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A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that.

This author is also writing a s2 rewrite!

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Firefighter Buckley's Unauthorized Ride-Along by slipperywordcrimes

Buck spends most of his probationary year with a bun in the oven, and doesn't realize it.

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One Wrong Number by calinaannehart (@calinaannehart)

When Evan Buckley meets a man in a bar and gets his number, he couldn't possibly imagine how one wrong digit could lead him to his fate. Because sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers.

bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

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if it weren’t for second chances by alasse (@alasse9)

When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.

A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).

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Our story's been heartache and wonder by Tails89 (@tails89)

Fuck.

Buck scrubs a hand down his face. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to do here.

He knows what his parents are like. He has his own childhood to draw from, and Isaac doesn't deserve that. He deserves to grow up surrounded by love, and if nothing else, Buck can give him that.

But Buck is also a twenty-six year old probationary firefighter, living in his girlfriend’s apartment while she travels the world. He’s not exactly in a position to look after a kid.

“Okay.” It comes out in a rush of air. “I’m gonna come get you."

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no one quite like you by hammersmiths (@henswilsons)

Hen has added +1 213 555 to Firehouse 118

Hen: This is Eddie!

Eddie: Hey everyone :)

Buck: Why would she add him to our private groupchat

Chimney: I’m literally sitting right next to you

or, Buck and Eddie’s progression through texts.

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Tighten Up by ok_thanks

It’s probably considered getting off on the wrong foot when you have sex with your coworker before they start their new job, right?

Buck would think it’s probably not a good thing, and definitely something that shouldn’t be repeated. Especially when he becomes best friends with them. That’d be particularly stupid.

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Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

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we were born with nothing by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica)

Until the 118, Evan had never had a family.

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Evan saves Daniel when he's a baby; he still manages to find his way to the 118, forging a family there despite being given up by his biological parents.

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I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid(like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

OR

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

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i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan)

Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected.”

Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.

“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”

At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.

Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

*and of course we can't forget:

Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

[gabgirrl]

I LOVED NAKED LUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just incredible, it was my first viewing but i wanted to put it in my four favorites as soon as i finished it. i didnt cause ive seen all my four favorites multiple times and i feel its fair i do the same for naked lunch. that is something im incredibly curious about, how will it hold up on repeat viewings? i think my favorite part was how much it suprised me and it saddens me knowing itll never suprise me again. it also has the naked typewriter with a dick and butt tho so idk how that could get old. i think the most suprising thing of all was how much it made me think. i dont know much about the beat movement that spawned the book but from what i know it certainly seems like a beat movie. id never experienced anything in that genre before and it was real interesting, id quite like to read the book its based on, im sure itd be interesting. anyhow 10/10 peak i loved it go watch it if you like weird stuff and thinking.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hiii!! Can i request a fic where student!reader is taller than marilyn (she’s only like 5’1 haha) and she just teases marilyn for being short despite her being older than the reader. I don’t really have a plot but itd just be cute and fluffy. Thank you!!

Yesss, here it is!!! I hope you like it, even it's a bit short!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!

The shorter, the better

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1,761

Summary: You love being taller than her, and you fin it so funny sometimes…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You were sitting at the library, preparing for your literature test. You hadn't slept well for several nights and all you did was yawn. Probably if you didn't spend your nights making out with your botany teacher, you wouldn't have any trouble sleeping.

It was something improvised, that no one could see it coming. Little by little, that trust you had with Marilyn Thornhill turned into something more than a friendship. You never asked why, or if she felt comfortable kissing a student. Certainly you didn't care much if it seemed good or bad to her, the point is that those shy encounters in the corridors, in the conservatory or in her room didn't stop.

You didn't even know if you were girlfriends, lovers or friends. You didn't know and you didn't want to know. As long as Marilyn didn't say anything about it, you could imagine whatever you wanted, and that was really, really funny.

You were almost the only person in the library. There was no people around you and that made you even more bored.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs distracted you from your "funny poetry study" and you looked up the stairs curiously. Your salvation slowly descended. Marilyn.

She looked around her and smiled as she spotted you, approaching you.

“Good afternoon,” she said, sitting next to you. You looked at her with a frown.

“Good afternoon?” You asked, joking. She sighed and nodded.

“You never know who might be listening behind the shelves,” she whispered to you, with a mysterious tone, as she took a stack of papers out of her bag.

“ You paranoid, ahem,” you said between coughs, dissimulating. She raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

Of course she was paranoid. She felt like a delinquent, loving a student, kissing her, biting her neck at night and whenever possible. You didn't understand that shy and reserved attitude she had with you during the day, but it was worth having a little patience. The nights were wild and full of passion.

“What are you doing?” She asked, pulling out a pen as well. You snorted and pointed to the huge literature book you had on the table.

“To die terribly of boredom,” you whispered in a very low voice, seeing that the librarian was walking near you.

“You are very exaggerated,” she whispered in your ear. Your hair stood on end when you noticed her breath. She always got those reactions.

“Exaggerated? Try to study all of this stuff without falling asleep, it's a challenge, I assure you,” you said, yawning again.

Silence returned to the library. She seemed to be marking tests, including yours. Your height allowed you to see well over her shoulders. Naturally when she realized it she put her arms on top of the paper.

“Don't look, that's cheating,” she told you, giving you a nudge. You smiled and shrugged.

“I deserve an A, you know that,” you joked, following the old librarian with your eyes, who imposed the particular dictatorship of silence without any mercy.

“You are very sure of yourself,” she whispered, winking at you.

You started playing with the pen, making funny faces at the redhead, bewildering her. She shook her head constantly, but she couldn't help but smile. There was a moment when Marilyn's hand reached under the table, grabbing yours and caressing it. You enjoyed those little clandestine gestures of affection. They made your heart beat too fast.

“Oh, my God,” She sighed, letting go of your hand and getting up.

“What's wrong?” You asked.

“Wednesday Addams. She always goes beyond what I ask of her,” she grumbled. You laughed, you knew your classmate well and you knew that if she wasn't the best at everything, she wouldn't be able to breathe comfortably.

Marilyn went to a nearby bookshelf, looking for a book. You looked at her funny, wishing that what she was looking for was out of her reach. You smiled victoriously as she reached for her hand to reach for the top shelf, naturally to no avail.

You couldn't help a little laugh, which obviously caught the attention of the redhead, who looked at you with eyes of fire. You dodged that poisonous glare and pretended to read the boring book you were studying.

When you thought the danger had passed, you looked sideways once again at a desperate Marilyn, who was beginning to take small jumps to reach that desired book. You laughed again, now more shamelessly.

“Do you mind stopping…?” She said aloud, earning the librarian's menacing look.

“Shh!” The old woman said, then returning to the newspaper she was reading. Marilyn rolled her eyes and surely she was struggling not to say an expletive. She looked at you again.

“Would you mind to stop laughing and come to help me?” She said, now in an almost inaudible whisper. You blinked rapidly, smirking, and moved closer, looking at her curiously.

“What's the problem?” You asked in a mocking tone, with your hands behind your back.

She grunted and pointed to the top of the shelf.

“I need that book,” she told you, hissing. You frowned and shook your head.

“Which one?”

“The dark green one,” she told you, beginning to lose her patience.

“Oh, that one…, okay…” You said slowly, reaching out a little to grab it. The redhead sighed in relief and she extended her hand towards you.

“Great, give it to me.”

You went to do it, but at the last moment you pushed the book out of her reach, raising it above your head.

“What are you doing? Stop fooling around and give it to me now.”

“I'm giving it to you, just take it,” you continued to tease her, causing her to press her lips together and move her arm awkwardly, to no avail, of course. She gave up, understanding what your game was about.

“Okay, (Y/N), what do you want?” She whispered to you, hiding it as best she could. The old witch was watching you.

“I want to kiss you,” you whispered, keeping the book out of her reach all the time. She opened her eyes and looked everywhere. Always so cowardly, you loved her.

“It's not the time, nor the place,” she told you, dragging her words. You shrugged, smiling wickedly.

Marilyn snorted and looked around again.

“Come,” she told you, grabbing your free hand and taking you to a more secluded place. Once behind a dark hallway, she put her hands on her hips and leaned into you, standing on her toes. You closed your eyes and accidentally lowered your guard.

Before her lips brushed against yours, she reached out her hand, managing to snatch that book from you.

You looked at her annoyed and crossed your arms.

“That's not fair,” you said, indignant. She smiled victoriously.

“Says the same one who takes advantage of the fact that I'm short,” she told you, leafing through that manuscript on carnivorous plants.

“Oh, I'm not taking advantage… I was just having fun,” you said, sighing, leaning against the wall.

“Does my height amuse you?” She asked, pretending to have been offended.

“Well, a little,” you said, playing along. “You have to admit that it's funny that you're so short being… Well, being older than me.”

Marilyn's jaw dropped and she shook her head.

“Oh, now you say that I’m old, fantastic,” she said, almost growling.

You shook your head, afraid that she might have misinterpreted your words.

“Oh, no, no. I didn't mean that,” you said a little nervous, gesturing with your hands. “It is just that…”

Marilyn rose back onto her toes, her hand gently stroking your cheek. She kissed you before you could react, and that kiss melted you so much that you let yourself go, grabbing her waist and pulling her body against yours. When she pulled away from the kiss, she came off her tiptoes and hugged you, her head resting a little higher on your chest.

It seemed like you were making fun of her, but you weren't. You loved having her in your arms, like something fragile, like something that had to be protected. That's what you wanted, you wanted her to feel safe by your side. You were completely crazy about her, you couldn't hide it.

“Hey, Marilyn,” you whispered, stroking her hair. She looked up, smiling and resting her hand on your chest.

“I wasn't laughing at you, I promise,” you said, staring at her and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I know, honey,” she told you, with a reassuring voice. “I like being short, I like that you protect me with your hugs.”

“You're adorable,” you said, smiling warmly. She smiled and leaned up again to kiss you.

If you continued like this, you would lose control soon. A slightly uncomfortable tension was building and you didn't want to lose your mind and put it on a table to unleash your deepest desires. You came up with the best way to put out the fire that had been fanned inside you, the only way you could.

“Hey, what do you think if we stop doing these boring things and go to your room to…? Well, for you to show me that pretty book…” You whispered, bending down to her ear.

Obviously she hesitated at first, but it didn't take her two seconds to bite her lip and nod, going to the table to collect her stuff.

Making sure no one was looking at you, you walked down the corridor where the teachers lived until you reached her room. You really didn't expect her to accept your lewd proposal, it was a very unusual time. You didn't want to think about it anymore either.

Marilyn opened the door and rushed in next to you, closing it immediately after.

Her eyes sparkled with desire, just like yours. But you needed to do something first, something you always wanted to do.

“Wait, wait,” you said, stopping the passionate kisses that she was giving to you. She looked at you strangely, looking at the old clock that it was hung on the wall. Without giving her time to think, you took her in your arms, feeling powerful, a chivalrous lover.

“(Y/N)…” She said between laughs, while you took her to bed without any difficulty.

“I promise you it's not a joke. I always wanted to do this,” you said, leaving her lying on the bed and leaning on one of your arms.

“Great, you've made it, now I want you to always do it...”

[thenixkat]

so if we go with the alien Scarabs being alien tech AND magic as the Rebirth run, and the Egyptian scarab being a symbol of regeneration and rebirth then it would make sense if it could straight up revive fuckers from the dead.

thus Dan coming back from being dead. Whole ass zombie in like the actual real meaning of zombie (corpse reanimated with magic/rituals to do labor of the behalf of its summoner) and not the colonized ass rotting vampires that white people turned the concept into.

and also just being able to heal its host in general. Which we do see that Khaji Da can heal Jaime. If we go with it was also bonded to Ted just not able to do shit for him b/c broken (stated in the 2006 run) or going off of the Ted vs Dan fight in the 1986 run Ted being unwilling to actively use the thing that tried to take over his mind and revived his mentor back from the dead but evil I still think it should offer a healing factor for him. Like certainly not as quick as what it does to Jaime who it lives inside but something passive would be neat.

Like a backhanded, 'congrats for proving yerself worthy Ted! Here's a very minor power and better keep that will power strong or I will snatch yer body' kinda thing. Something he didn't want or need but now he's got it.

will be using the 1986 run stuff cause that's fun implications but altering the end of the fight to make Ted have to be the one to put his mentor back down using Khaji's power and very much not vibing with using the Scarab after coming back to himself fully. Idk i just think itd be fun. A dangerous last resort trump card. Also b/c I wanna turn Ted into a werebug. I just think it'd be neat.

[hatgame]

headcanons on badge's appearance 🥺🥺🥺

hello, sure :)

i always really liked the idea of them subtly changing their appearance according to their surroundings to blend in more, which is something i believe @plumfumble introduced

i also often imagine them as wearing lots of various jewelry, most probably they made theirself but some possibly being portable relics or mementos from people or places they visited.. i remember seeing a lot of people associate them with alpine skyline, about which i think a lot. i imagine, its people mainly made up of travellers, severed connections and distance are common in relationships, and as such objects and gifts weird a lot of importance, acting as telephones for love. i wonder if this detached kind of affection is something badge would prefer..

i also think a tail would suit them well, probably one acting as a 3rd arm & looking as such, with the 2 fingers! itd be really useful, and they could put some more jewelry on it. also give them 400 different canes

i dont kmow if they can take off their mask or clothes, probably not really, and i certainly dont think they'd want to. i did however daydream of snatcher asking if she could kiss them. after a moment of intense thinking they say yes, they could briefly lift up their mask as long as it closes its eyes, which he does. sooo yeah

thank you for your question!

[nightwatch-ithaqua]

eh, not my preference, and i seriously doubt we share any servers anyways because.. well, we arent really in any because we dont like being social, and we certainly arent in any big official ones. one on one convo like dms or discord tend to not work very well for situations like this because, as i mentioned, socially awkward and from that point on itd fully be on the other person to keep anything going since we dont really like reaching out firsf to people we arent close with.

ill be honest, they kind of did scare me off a tiny bit lmao, i dont like being told to quiet myself down in any way even if its completely true and necessary haha .. but eh, ill try a bit harder nonetheless.

i thought of two new things, the ears on the hood and the mask. personally if you asked me whether the ears were real or not i honestly couldnt really tell you.. i could move and feel them like actual ears but when the hood comes off theres nothing there lol. my mask was also like that for some reason, by all means just .. a normal mask, but it worked more like my actual face when i wore it. eyes moved and blinked, could make expressions and open my mouth etc.. crazy (shrugs)

🪷

Yeah I mean. We have ADHD so we forget about people we aren't close with so fast it's not even funny anyway.

And like if you aren't comfortable then like, you aren't comfortable. That's okay.

As for my mask, the only thing that I moved were my eyes. In headspace me and the others can move the ears to express ourselves but we couldn't like.. actually in our own bodies. Sometimes we can emote with the mask in the headspace too but like again, not in our bodies. Something about life in the headspace has to be extra expressive for us because we don't have an inner voice to hear each other.

So a lot of our communication is via images or emotions or thoughts. Unfortunately this leads to a lot of us also accidentally invading each other's memories but we've worked on controlling that better.

Also I get you. We're always told we talk too much. Marshmallow is.. he's always so stressed coming out from doing headspace stuff he fronts alone on purpose or with some of our more mute or semi verbal alters so he can have company but also sit in silence.

Dyslexia does make it harder to read for sure but I'm just excited to get an ask.

I have less suspicions about you now though so I'll tell you about the emoji and why I held off saying anything.

That emoji you sign off with has been the same emoji sitting in our discord status for quite some time.

I held off on telling you because awhile back a group of bullies tried to accuse us of being racist and supporting slavery despite no proof (what worried us was that people seemed to believe them anyway). All because we used Pluralkit on discord and they didn't like that. Yeah our attitude got a bit hostile and we became extremely on edge and our abusers kept trying to make themselves sound innocent like we shouldn't just assume they were being mean. And I doubted myself really bad, I kept wondering if we were just digging this hole but we also remember that it literally started with them attacking us.

There was even one instance where they tried to bait an alter of ours into flirting with a minor. It failed of course, not only because they were a minor and part of this group, but even if they were an adult we don't like our alters being sexualized and we most certainly aren't interested in our attackers, attacker's supporters or some random strangers we don't even know.

So I was wary that somehow you using this emoji meant that you were one of them. Not to mention you being a minor. Needless to say I'm still on edge since you're not opening up about your discord but those ARE your boundaries. And frankly we insist on always respecting boundaries.

Being a system is shitty and us being so open about it does unfortunately put a target on our back. But we look at it a few different ways. One, we show other potential systems whether or not this is a safe space to engage so they can decide from there. But two, most importantly for our sakes, we can find out who our real friends will be.

It's less exhausting than masking and coming forward about it and then all the "I don't understand why can't you be one person" "who was fronting the most" "okay so who's [username]" etc. or even them secretly starting to make fun of us behind our backs. Though that can happen either way.

[baphometed]

❝  they  make  it  into  jelly?  i  didn'  know  they  could  do  that  with  moonshine.    ❞  but  it  makes  sense,  in  a  way.  jello  shots  were  a  thing,  so  the  process  wasn't  so  different.  he's  had  plenty  of  jello  shots  over  the  last  several  decades.  he'd  have  to  try  the  way  she's  describing.

he  was  quiet  while  she  described  her  childhood  and  moving  around  places,  minding  the  tea  as  he  absently  swirled  it  around  the  mug;  tracing  where  her  lip  prints  were  last  time  she  drank  from  it.  he  gives  a  thoughtful  nod  and  takes  another  sip.  ❝  you  don'  go  see  'em  too  often.  you  certainly  don'  talk  about'em  that  much.    ❞  not  that  he  was  one  to  talk.  they  both  had  their  own  traumas  around  family  and  abel  certainly  didn't  push  for  answers  to  things  he  was  curious  about.  if  he  wanted  to  find  something  out  for  sure,  he'd  look  into  it  personally.  he  wasn't  above  going  around  to  find  out  information  without  her.  of  course,  itd  make  things  easier  if  he'd  ask.  if  he  asked,  shed  most  likely  tell  him  anyway,  but  abel  was  difficult.  on  purpose.  sometimes  to  the  irritation  of  others,  and  other  times,  to  the  irritation  of  himself.

the  being  inside  him  liked  to  sabotage  him  when  it  felt  the  opportunity  arise.  it  wasn't  so  bad  here  at  least.  that  and,  neff  was  smart.  she  could  outthink  him  if  something  happened.

he  eagerly  accepts  that  last  'sip'  when  she  offers  it  to  him.  it  was  the  mix  between  her  hand  in  his  hair  and  the  assertiveness  of  it  that  got  him  out  of  his  thoughts-  and  he  didn't  fight  with  her  about  it.  he  grins  messily  once  she  got  up,  nearly  spilling  the  contents  of  the  tea  left  in  the  cup  but  saved  it  last  minute.

❝  i  put  a  bottle  of  himalayan  pink  salt  in  the  bath.  salt  the  window  seal  and  if  you  could  write  a  sigil  on  the  mirror  with  the  steam  to  prevent  anything  from  disrupting  my  soak  while  im  in  the  water. i tied a little parchment of different infused flowers to th' faucet head in th' bath when i was in there next. make sure that th' water runs over it while it unravels.     ❞  he'd  do  it  himself,  abel  trusted  her  to  do  it  for  him  properly  this  time.  he  wasn't  quite  ready  to  get  up  yet.  

"Musta been a long time ago. Still, you haven't had the blackberry moonshine they make. Sometimes they'll infuse it into a jelly spread and it is SO good on some butter toast lemme tell you."

Oh now he's got her reminiscing. It makes it easy to answer his question.

"I went a lot more when I was younger. As you know I was born in Tahlequah, that's because mom and dad would drive down and visit every season, stayed longer during the winter. Mom was pregnant with me and then out I came. Ended up staying a little longer that year until I was cleared to handle that long a car ride. My poor father had to head back up on his own for a bit. Now a days, especially given what I am now, it's harder to make time to go visit. In person anyway. I'll have to do that more while I'm still able to."

She takes a long sip of her tea then, making a mental note of when would be the best time while being absolutely unphased at his willingness to go along with her threat. Yeah, that got him going, but she's also happy to see him actually drink the tea, too.

She smiles, taking a final swig of what was left off her cup, reaching behind her to curl her fingers into his hair and bring him down to share that final sip. A little messy, as was expected, but why not give him a little treat for behaving fairly well. With a lick of her lips and a wipe at the corner of her mouth with her finger she gets up to put her cup in the sink.

"Sunday works perfectly for me. I'll go make sure the bathroom is good to go while you finish that tea. Need me to double check anything in particular?"

[undadasea]

oh boiiii an idea just came full force into my mind and I'm 👀

do I dare include this in tbjae??? do I dare let this happen in the story????? I can already see the drama, the screams. I can see it working its way into the plot.

.... I probably dare.

oh how much I want to scream about this to someone dksksj I'm going to have to get my sister to let me rant

[mxbitters]

i’m trying to come up with cursed pony customs and i’ve landed on one that’s quite frankly brilliant.  you’re not ready for this one.  ready???  okay.

SO.  pictured above is a princess brush n’ grow pony but that isn’t important.  what i’m pointing out here is the jewel on the forehead, particularly its placement.  soooo.. imagine that, except it’s a tiiiiny furby faceplate :) <3 now that being said, i know very little about furbies.  i know people love their furbies and their long furbies and i can apparently draw a furby in 2 seconds so like, epic, but there are certainly going to be a couple challenges.  for one, i don’t think anyone’s out here making faceplates just THAT tiny so i’m either gonna need to make something using primarily small beads, or i could use some sort of modeling sculpt thing and then paint over it, or i could just go the very easy way and paint it on with no sculpting but who knows!  i’ll figure it out though :) this is gonna be very fun

[restinpeacesensei]

a little akoya thanking @nerdgod555 for an adorable gift!!!! ;;w;; i love it!!!!

[ooglywooglies]

now on the raya and atla front, its pretty simple why the comparison (from a white person) feels shitty

because atla was made by white people, and raya was made by asian people

raya sucks absolute fucking ASS and it IS pretty comparable to atla (fake asia aesthetic, fantasy adventure with martial arts, going to all the nations) but raya being made by asian people (mostly vietnamese if i remember correctly - excluding executive influence) is an interpretation of ones own culture as a lense through which to world build. i honestly think raya wouldve been a lot more compelling if 1) it wasnt a disney property 2) people werent relying on it to represent them (disney had never had a SEA protagonist before) and 3) it was a show or something instead of a movie and had more time to flesh out its ideas/worldbuilding

like the idea itself isnt bad its just not something anyone wants from an animated disney movie, (not to mention that disneys overanimation problem was on full display in an action movie)

atla is a show i like a LOT more than raya but it has its issues, firstly despite all the homework that bryke genuinely did for atla its not something that could be made authentically, they didnt even have many asians on the voice cast besides i think literally just mako and dante basco? they feel almost incidental to the series. like atla was not made with people like me in mind (esp bc im SEA and i dont think SEAs even have an atla analogue im not sure) its not ABOUT me and its certainly not FOR me. its kind of inherently a bit fetishistic then just by the nature of it (this is not inherently a good or bad thing) being based on brykes idea of martial arts movies (a tired stereotype asians have to put up with being associated with) and anime (a tired stereotype asians have to put up with being associated with) and ??? buddhism (something white people appropriate in order to feel better about themselves)

but yeah so, "raya is just atla again" has an implication, especially when coming from the mouth of a white person that an asian adventure story never needs to be created again because someone (white people) did it already, and anything in that genre is inherently derivative of that piece of media (which was created by white people)

itd feel like, what can i even use as a comparison, no need to make [jordan peele movie] because uhh [horror movie where the black guy dies first but they make a joke about it] already exists

not that raya is [jordan peele movie] but you get what i mean right

on the computer so i can talk about the lindsay ellis thing again

honestly i do kind of think that a lot of people (me included i was MAD at her about what she said) kind of overreacted to that whole thing, but i think its just like, there was a bunch of asian hate crime shit happening at the time i dont think people wouldve been as mad at her if it didnt happen at that specific time. but i think people are way less charitable to people who are mad about microaggressions than they are to people who do the microaggressions, the whole thing about microaggressions is they add up over time, it wasnt the fact that it was just a small dumb comment it was a straw that broke the camels back.

i mean tbh if you wanna be mad at lindsay ellis specifically theres plenty more than just "she compared raya to atla" (which i still think is insulting but not because they share a genre and tropes and some aesthetics)

i think poc have a right to be overly sensitive to racial blunders, and we should still get an apology for them even if its stupid. its letting stuff like that go that lets white people get comfortable making mistakes like that, and yknow i sometimes say that it frustrates me when white people walk on eggshells around poc bc theyre scared of offending them but i think a little bit of that fear is somewhat healthy because at least i know you CARE about offending people yknow. id rather white people walk on eggshells than white people make ME walk on eggshells and be too scared to ever bring anything up and live in discomfort forever because they cant handle being criticized. i dont want you to be too scared to look at me or talk to me or participate in another culture but i also dont want you to be so proud that you get defensive if i speak up about something to you. dont punish me for something you did.

like obviously im talking about my peers more than im talking about lindsay ellis but i feel like that situation was a good example of people treating poc criticism as either too insignificant to acknowledge or something that begets more dangerous harassment for the perpetrator and it creates a shitty environment for poc

[kindestegg]

#this is a nice idea #but also theres something meta that could be said about taking his voice n putting a heart not originally his inside #buuuuuut elaborating would make me sound mean n pretentious

omg why would you think that…no it wouldn’t make you sound mean and pretentious. people eat up meta and themes and symbolism. elaborate what were you gonna say im curious now

oh!! im well aware of the fandoms love for meta lol i really just thought that like... op wanted to just give really kind advice n be helpful so i thought itd be disrespectful of me to make a meta reading that could possibly be read as me accusing anything outta them, when really it wouldnt have been my intention to put it in a negative light since i do think its a good idea and like i said helpful to others.

but! if you insist! i just think its an interesting parallel that spamton has his metal heart and makes references to a "heart on a chain" n overall his heart seems very. artificial. coupled with the fact that he has trouble conveying what he means and sometimes straight up has his dialogue hijacked by something else. to the fact we would be taking away his voice, his ability to speak, and replacing it with a heart that is not his own at all, continuing the meta in deltarune of taking away agency and ability to express yourself and instead inserting something unnatural there of our choice, to satisfy our desires.

on an objective, logical, surface level, replacing the spamton plush's voice box with a build a bear heartbeat is just a normal customizable preference that anyone could make with a plush and doesnt mean anything, and is certainly not out of any malice, people love their spamton and just prefer a heartbeat sound over a loud voice jumpscaring them when cuddling him.

but on a symbolic level... removing spamtons voice box and replacing it with a heartbeat not its own is a perfect mirrorring to the themes of removal of free will and insertion of something alien and near parasitic to the characters.

(on my worry that this STILL isnt thorough enough for the reading comprehension illiterate crowd: no i dont think its cruelty or problematic to remove spamtons voice box n put something else in there lol. its a fucking plush and not alive and you can do whatever the fuck you want with it, specially if its for your comfort. i just saw this as an opportunity to make a fun meta reading out of it)

[snickeringdragon]

so, reposting this bc i realised reblogs dont seem to appear on searches on tumblr lmfao

lighthearted rant abt why the galarian fossil pokemon shouldnt be alive!!/pos

ill go in dex order, dracozolt-arctozolt-dracovish-arctovish

dracozolt!! the combination of the bird and drake fossils, by far the LEAST fucked up of the galarian fossils, but it still has some clear issues to point out

after analyzing the living halves AND the fossils/descriptions you can pretty easily figure out what all 4 of the halves are roughly based after, the draco half causes some confusion but after the dex states that dracozolt is herbivorous, and the front half zolt clearly being a species of small feathered dromaeosaurid like raptors (possibly something like microraptor or archeaopteryx due to the bird fossils description stating it could fly, which no dromaeosaurs did but some were thought to glide!!) and those basically all being carnivorous, we can figure out draco is the herbivorous half, leading me to believe its some type of stegosaurid now, with a front half thats carnivorous and a back half thats herbivorous thats GOT to cause some issues, not getting proper nutrition, not having proper ways to digest certain things one half needs, etc, if we go with what the dex says (which the dex is CLEARLY not very reliable for these pokemon but lets just use it here) that its herbivorous the zolt half could be receiving malnutrition and having trouble eating the correct food the center of balance!

its probably thrown off by the obvious size difference and the fact that stegosaurids are quadrapeds, while dracozolt is a biped. if it falls over its pretty fucked but thats pretty normal for large theropods tbh

there could be some issues with body temperature, but im not sure, smaller things get colder faster and bigger things get hotter faster

thats all i have to say for dracozolt!!

Arctozolt

arctozolt is the combination of the dino and bird fossils and was my first galar fossil! theyve got some VERY clear issues and a few less clear ones to address, but they are Definitely not enjoying coming back from the dead 💖

first, what IS the arcto half? judging by what we can see i think its most likely to be a type of plesiosaur, it could also be some other aquatic reptiles like ichthyosaurs but i think plesiosaurs are more likely

arctozolt is. cold. duh, the freezing half of an ice type plesiosaur and a small dromeasaur is probably leaving lil zolt pretty chilly and uncomfortable, please give them a scarf

if you take a look back at dracozolt and compare to arctozolt, youll notice the upper torso and most of the arms are inside arctos? blubber? scales? one of those two! not only does this leave the hands nearly useless it also means that if the bones, muscle, flesh, etc, are still present it could definitely cause some health issues, including messing with organs

arctozolt is CLEARLY not supposed to be walking, a terrestrial animal was combined with an aquatic one to result in uh. broken flippers probably, aquatic animals can get VERY heavy and the flippers were clearly never designed to handle that weight, its likely highly uncomfortable to walk on them and probably causes many injuries including broken bones

Dracovish

oh FUCKING boy/lh the combination of the drake and fish fossils dracovish is a NIGHTMARE of a pokemon, a head on a tail, an aquatic creature combined with a terrestrial one, a carnivore combined with an herbivore, this is my least favorite galar fossil

firstly, whats the vish half? this is the only galarian fossil you can get an exact genus for, vish is almost certainly based of dunkleosteus, a prehistoric fish that had one FUCK of a jaw!

now, as stated above the picture dracovish has the same conflicting diet issue dracozolt has, draco being an herbivore and vish most likely being a carnivore like dunkleosteus, i wont go into too much detail because i already did with dracozolt

center of balance comes up once again, i dont think i need to elaborate much but with how it just. Is. theres no way this guy walks very straight, its also fucked if it falls just like dracozolt

dracovishs head is attached to its tail, that parts obvious, but this is CERTAINLY ***HIGHLY*** uncomfortable, stegosaurid tails should NOT be bent like that as well as just the effort it most likely takes to keep it up, also its head is upside down if it actually puts its tail back down, ALSO the spiky plates on dracos tail could very well harm itself if it gets too unlucky so.

dracovish has no throat unless cara liss decided to ACTUALLY put effort into these frankensteins monsters and put a throat in the tail theres no way it can uh. really do anything, eat, breathe air, drink water, yea

speaking of breathing!! does it? have lungs? the front half of draco being cut off could make it so theres no lungs, and vish most likely doesnt even have gills and if it DID have FUNCTIONING gills thatd bring up a whole NEW issue about how this thing CANT swim, no buts it just Cant

SPEAKING of it not having specific organs, does it have a HEART??? does it???? does it???????

theres so much about dracovish i probably forgot something/srs anyways!

Arctovish

arctovish is the combination of the dino and fish fossils, and the last one of the galarian fossils!!!!!

arctovish is probably the normalest LOOKING of the galarian fossils, until you realise its. head is on upside down, the pokedex, although unreliable for these pokemon i have a reason to believe what it says here, states this:

it has "trouble eating its prey" and "breathing difficulties" caused by its flipped head

it could have issues similar to arctozolt because of the freezing ice type arcto, but i feel itd be better than arctozolts issues

so uhhh thats it! thats my whole ass essay on why the galarian fossils are in constant pain/cant Live!

i spent an hour of my life on this, please reblog it/lh